#joe riddle school

[berensteinsmonster]

getting back into drawing rs fanart sooo here's a fun little art i did :3 just wanted to make it simple and stuff so lots of fun typography and patterns and a little paper texture on it heemhee

(reblogs help my posts be seen :)

Mashaka Talltale (From Puzzler School) attempts to get the latest scoop at Riddle Elementary but finds a rather peculiar consensus that every student has apparently witnessed an alien invasion when there are literally no traces of it existing anywhere??? Even checking the hallways, and multiple "witness" accounts, there doesn't seem to be any physical trace after the security system shut down or something. And it's not like Riddle School had a record of any actual reliability. whatever, she thinks, this makes for a good title

#berenmon art #my art #riddle school #joe riddle school #greg sleep #greg riddle school #phred whistler #phred riddle school #mashaka talltale #my original character #riddle school oc #riddle school ocs #there needs more phred art in this fandom #and greg art #and JOE art #black and white #black and white art #illustration #artists on tumblr

[ambdgyt]

Silly rs/rup characters in gacha

#riddle school #riddle underpass #ambdgtag #gacha life 2 #gacha community #smiley sundae #richy riddle school #zack kelvin #phil eggtree #5 riddle school #5 riddle underpass #joe riddle school #adgyt #phred whistler

[brine-in-my-eyes]

everyone say hi to my son Joe Riddle School he is so silly he has only 3 lines and 1 singular sprite and i keep thinking about him

#theyre all so mean to him just because like ????? why! #cause he cant go the correct classes? #cause he likes the taste of gasoline? #cause hes not as smart as what is required by the school elementary curriculum? #well to that i say #FOUL! #this school is cruel for the way it treats ''less smart'' students and probably encourages other students to throw them under the bus #joe will probably never be as smart or fully grasp the basic concept of math but you know what!? #why should that dictate how he should be treated by his peers? #hes probably pretty average and uninteresting but To Me hes everything #idk #rambles #riddle school #joe riddle school

[5starprez]

What would you rate your classmates on a scale of 1-10?

:3

#riddle school #5 riddle school #ask 5 #ask blog #riddle underpass #ask5 #phred whistler #Joe riddle school #richy riddle school #smiley sundae #zack kelvin #phil eggtree #Chubb Riddle School #Greg Riddle School

[bwessedookie]

Rs eye colour hcs because 👁️👅👁️:

• Phil: Blue (+shineless 😈😈)

• Smiley: Silly alien eyes (if not, gray!!)

• Phred: Idek ummhh brown perhaps!!

• Zack: Yummy orenj WITH BLUE SHINES (DONT @ ME IM RIGHT./j)(throws that one dream zack out of the window)

• 5🥰🥰: Red !!! Bc why not :p

• Richj: um??? Blonde?? I deekay how to describe ..

• Greg: Ack ummm nlue

• Chubb: Yellowish geeeen

• Joe: Also gray because

That’s it I’m done bye

#riddle school #phil eggtree #smiley sundae #phred whistler #zack kelvin #5 riddle school #chubb riddle school #richy riddle school #greg sleep #joe riddle school #chubb munch #AUH AAH WAAAAH 😭😭😭

[ceasersaladsworld]

Guys birthday headcanons,, GRAH

-phil is defenately a april baby, 20th….,, 4/20,,,, weed philip(4/20‼️)

-phred is liek a fall baby, october or November maybe. Id say on the 11th Oct or Nov(11/11)

-SMILEY IS SOOOO A SUMMER BABY, AUGUST 16th❤️❤️❤️(9/16)

-Zack is so a winter baby… december 3rd (heather by that one artist/j) he has to choose between his birthday or Christmas /J(12/3)

-richy is soo soososooosoo sept 19th (your welcome worm)

-chubb is licherally febuary 1st(2/1)

-greg is sooo may 9th(5/9)

-5 is so so so may 5th (5/5)

-wdym joe isnt march 6th?? YES HE IS!!!!! (3/6)

They were all born in 1995-1996 trust (i am riddle school creator)

#riddle school #phil eggtree #zack kelvin #phred whistler #smiley sundae #5 riddle school #richy riddle school #chubb munch #joe riddle school #greg sleep #AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH #i’m losing my mind

[doodgiee]

I have this little headcanon that Phil and Joe don't get along, since Phil just outright calls him an idiot when checking his description ..oh and.. colour practice i guess

#riddle school #riddle transfer #newgrounds #phil eggtree #riddle school joe

[lushlovers]

Milfiestest, J. Burrow

summary; an early midspring saturday morning for the burrow's

warnings; swearing, petnames from joey yum, mention of the manspread, domestic married couple activities, discussion about how much of a milf and dilf u and joe are...

word count; 1.2k

note; i've been needing to write some girl dad! joe for a while, i love writing domestic family stuff its the best ever when all else fails. i will add to and possibly make an au out of this, you guys will be introduced to Dallas at some point.

Saturday's in the spring are arguably the most peaceful yet stressful days in the Burrow household. Having to entertain three kids all day was quite a chore, but Joe's home so, how difficult can it be? the answer to that question is probably not what you'd expect. With their husbands around most people get more done, but when you're husbands here, you might as well count him in with the kids.

Waking up at 7:40 instead of the crack of dawn to get everyone ready for school is the highlight of the morning. Joe's in bed too.

"Rise and shine, Joseph," your voice was barely understood due to your face being shoved into your pillow, glancing over in your man's direction proved he was no where near rising and shining. Invading his personal space was amazing, especially when he still warm from sleeping.

The skin of your cheek nuzzled against his chest, listening to the thump thump of his heartbeat. His presence alone was beyond comforting, he was just the person who could calm any stress or anxieties you felt. You pressed quick, chaste kisses to his bare collarbone, inhaling his scent, allowing it to flood your nose.

He began to stir ever so lightly, his lashes fluttering a bit as his eyes opened. The stare of his piercing eyes on you was inevitable when waking up this way, "morning, mama," he spoke up for the first time. His voice was still riddled with sleep, sounding a bit deeper, "Good morning," you beam, still giddy over the nickname that's stuck for as long as you can remember, long before you even were a mama.

Joe enjoyed the way you hid your face in his chest when he called you names or told you how much he loved you. Still blushing like the teen girl in glasses you were in high school, he'd never get over your reactions.

You both soaked in your bit of quiet time, Annika was old enough to be sleeping in a bit later than she used to in the earlier stages, thank God. But she still screamed bloody murder if left alone in her crib for long enough. Meaning times like this were few and far between.

Geo, on the other hand, climbs out of his bed and runs straight down the hall to bang on your bedroom door. Who needs an alarm clock when you have a five year old anyway? Speak of the devil, the all too familiar knocking of tiny fist against the white wood was a snap back into reality.

"Mama, I'm hungry," he whined, slapping the surface of the door he hadn't yet master how to open. Baby proofing the doorknobs proved very effective in his and his sister's case, however Dallas had figure out the concept rather quickly, he knew his boundaries in the house so no problem there.

"Mom's coming, Geo, go check on your sister, yeah?" Joe shouted slightly, just loud enough for the boy to hopefully hear him, his tiny feet could be heard across the hardwood floors. Joe watched you slide out from under the warm linens, stretching out your muscles, and heading in the direction of the in suite as you yawned.

Joe took advantage of this time to get himself up as well, opening to bedroom door so the kids could come and go if needed. The sound of the door creaking caught your attention, peeking your head around the doorway, Joe laughed a bit at your state. Hair pulled back so it was in your face, purple tooth brush pressed against your cheek, and tooth paste adorning the corner of your pretty lips, always so gorgeous to him, even when you didn't feel it.

Back to what you were doing, in the bathroom, watching your husband join you in the massive mirror, "I've missed you guys so much, y'know?" He mumbled, putting a bit of toothpaste on his toothbrush, keeping a close eye of your reaction.

Nudging him with your shoulder, "We've missed you more, it's not the same unless we're all here," You inform him, truly, if Joe's not around any bit of fun is dulled considerably. Like there's a void that's only filled by his existence. When Dallas was little, you were able to take him to most of the games, but traveling only got more difficult as your little family expanded, leaving you to stay home and watch the games on tv most of the time.

Kissing his cheek as you dropped your toothbrush into the storage cup on the counter, "I need to go check on Geo, God knows what hes gotten into by now," Joe simply hummed as you headed into the room down the hall that was drowning in pink.

In your defense all the pink was not your idea, Joe was meant to have a little girl at some point and when he found out he was, he drenched her room in Disney princess and pink anything and everything.

The light was on and Geo had his face squished against the bars of the crib, having a conversation with his babbling little sister. The boys loved their girls unconditionally. "Geo baby, go get Dallas up so we can figure out breakfast, please," Geo's a good boy, the most helpful, productive five year old you've ever met, maybe you're biased because he's your baby but even so.

Scooping her up, Annika sat on your hip as you found a diaper in the tiny cabinet you had situated next to her changing table, they were all growing up so fast. Pretty soon she'd be focused on potty training and looking for a time for her to start going to daycare for the entire week. As of now, she went twice a week and on those days you'd be working with Joe's parents on important business stuff.

"I wanna do it!" Joe shouted, running into the door as you laid the baby comfortably on the table, stepping aside for him to do the job instead of you, "Since when do you like being on diaper duty," you asked, arms crossed over your chest, staring up at his face with creased brows. "Since," he glanced at his non-existent watch, "Right now, don't complain Mrs Burrow."

This form of Joe was someone almost no one but you and immediate family knew, comfortable sweats, unruly hair, and a random t-shirt he's probably had since high school, cooing at his little girl. Wrapping up the dirty diaper and dropping it into the trash can, "Good morning, little mama," He greeted, lifting her up into the air as she laughs at his goofy faces and voices.

"Why are you the dilfiest dilf ever?" Another good question, this time asked as you grab a handful of his ass, "Woah there, ma'am watch the hands," He grunted turning to face you, so his bum was out of your reach, "Good question, baby, why are you the milfiestest milf ever?"

Annika looked at you both, trying to comprehend what was going on around he, but she was too invested in the necklace around your neck, her chubby arms reached out for you, just so she could play with the metal. Just as you went to grab her, Joe moved way from you quickly, distracting her from you with more silly faces.

"I don't think milfiestest is a word, Joseph."

#dilf!joe burrow #dad!joe #joe burrow x you #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fic #joe burrow #joe burrow smut #joe burrow oneshot #joe burrow fan fic #nfl fan fic #nfl #lushlovers fic

[filthyjoetini]

Trapped Hearts

a/n: Hello. Hello. Another Joe fic. This time a one shot! Thanks for coming to my Angst-Talk. Buckle up and enjoy the ride. I had some pent up angst in me and it needed to get out. Thanks as always to @barfightzanddiscolightz for beta reading and editing and generally being the best!

warnings: Joe's being a major dick. Like. For real. Cursing. Big emotions.

wordcount: 4.6k

“Are you fucking kidding me? Stop that!”

“What?! We have to check everything! Otherwise, we’ll be stuck in here forever!”

“This is not how escape rooms work, Joe!”, you practically shrieked with frustration. You rolled your eyes as you tried to pry his fingers off the clearly fake window frame adorned with the escape room company’s logo sticker. “Did you not listen to the instructor? He clearly said that anything with that sticker on it, does not belong to the riddles...let it go!”

“Fine.”, he hissed, quickly withdrawing his hand from the fake window and out of your grip, wiping it on his trousers as if you’d sullied it with your touch. He then took a couple steps away from you to the other corner before opening his mouth again. “And don’t fucking touch me again.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Quinn. I won’t.”, you promised, your eyes rolling in exasperation which he didn’t seem to notice. With a frustrated deep sigh, you turned to walk in the other direction to check out a cupboard that you hadn’t searched through yet. Joe immediately answered your sigh with a scoff.

You had already been 45 minutes in which meant you only had 15 minutes left and you hadn’t even made it out of the first room yet. You had Zach to thank for all this. Fucking Zach, man. He had invited you to play an escape room duel with him, his girlfriend Iris, the sweetest human being that had ever graced this planet, and a mystery friend. Now, an escape room duel was a face-off between two teams, with the first team to escape winning. Piece of cake, right? But Zach, that utter moron, had failed to mention that the mystery friend would be none other than your sworn nemesis: Joseph Quinn. Seriously, he could’ve invited anyone but him.

Honestly, Joe and you hadn’t always been at odds. There was a time, from waaay back in primary school up to the day you graduated from secondary school, when you used to be best friends. You had even harboured romantic feelings for him, which started around year nine, but you never really made them known because you hadn’t wanted to jeopardise your friendship. So, you had just sat on them and suffered in silence when he would show up with his new catch of the month. Then he had gotten accepted to his fancy acting school and never showed his face anymore. You had tried to reach out but every time you did, he would dismiss you because “he didn’t have time” as “he had to rehearse for a play”. You had always offered to help him, and he would decline because he usually rehearsed with his school mates. For some unknown reason, he had even neglected to mention his plays, let alone invite you to them. After about a year of you trying to stay in contact you eventually gave up. The only thing that had remained was your mutual friend Zach. For some reason Joe had stayed in contact with him but not with you.

In the beginning, the fact that all of a sudden you weren’t good enough for him anymore had hurt you immensely, but with each passing year that hurt had turned into sadness which had morphed into anger and ultimately graduated into hatred. Zach would invite you out to chill at a park with the lads and lasses and you would always have a great time until Joe had shown up. As soon as you would spot him, you’d pack up your belongings and would leave with an excuse that “something had come up”. This had worked fine the first couple of times but after the fourth time, Zach had pulled you aside and demanded to know what was going on. You had explained that you and Joe had fallen out and that you didn’t want to see him anymore. You also had asked him to inform you if Joe would be attending so you could opt out in the future and to please never ask you about it ever again. You had left a confused Zach standing there as you stormed off, not noticing Joe’s longing stare, which had been set on you.

Over the years, you had seen Joe less and less. This had mostly been due to the fact that he had spent a lot of time abroad or in different parts of the country fulfilling his acting duties. The only time you would see, and largely avoid him, was at mutual friends’ birthday parties which had luckily taken place less than a handful of times a year. When your paths had crossed anyway, you would either look in a different direction, or if you had accidentally looked at each other you would send him the vilest glare you could muster.

The last time you had seen him in person was back in 2019 before the whole pandemic and his sudden rise to stardom. God, that had been the worst. His face had suddenly been all over the tabloids and various social media sites. You had even cancelled your Netflix subscription because you didn’t want his mug showing up in your suggestions.

And now here you were, stuck in a tiny room with him, literally and desperately trying to escape, not only for the game’s purpose, but also from him.

Whilst Joe was still grabbing at anything and everything, you finally found a key to a tiny padlock. You triumphally turned around and went straight for the padlock you had spotted earlier, which was attached to a small treasure chest. Inside that chest, you hoped to find the big key that would open the door to the next room. You squatted down and eagerly opened the chest just to be met with disappointment as it only contained a small piece of paper bearing yet another enigmatic riddle. With only five minutes left for you and Joe to escape, the daunting realisation set in that there wouldn’t be enough time to decipher the clue. Groaning you let your head hang down in defeat, when suddenly, the scrap of paper was ripped from your fingertips.

“Hey!”, you protested loudly. The abrupt movement of him taking the riddle from your hands made you lose your balance, and your bum ended up ungracefully plopping onto the floor.

“I’ve seen these symbols. They’re in the books!”, Joe exclaimed, disregarding your current predicament on the floor, not even bothering to help you up.

“It doesn’t matter, Joe. We’re out of time anyway.”, you explained in defeat whilst slowly pushing yourself up. “They will let us out in two minutes.”

Joe sneered and rolled his eyes at you.

“Yeah, and it’s entirely your fault that we’re out of time.”

“My fault?”, you sputtered in disbelief. How dare he?! MY FAULT?! That! Bitch!

“Yes.”, he replied with a finality that held nothing but malice. “It’s because you aren’t a team player. You’re a selfish little cunt.”

“What did you just call me?”, you asked Joe, clearly taken aback. Joe only gave you a dismissive glare and turned his back to you. You let out a shaky breath which resembled an angry huff you hadn’t even realized you had been holding in and stalked over to him. When you came toe to toe with him, you raised your hand and slapped him across the face. Stunned, Joe slightly recoiled in response to the sudden impact of your palm against his cheek. Fuming but satisfied, you pivoted and marched purposefully towards the emergency exit. With a deliberate pause, you turned around again to give him the finger before rapping your knuckles against the door.

“Hello?”, you shouted with urgency. “Can you please let me out? I don’t want to be in here anymore.”

You crossed your arms and leaned against the door frame, waiting for someone to open the door. As you glanced up at the timer that hung from the ceiling, its display confirmed that the time had officially run out. Your attention shifted over to Joe, whose face was redder than a tomato, amplifying the visibility of your handprint. He was waiting impatiently to be let out of the escape room’s main entrance. When a couple of minutes had passed and neither the emergency door nor the entrance door opened you started to panic a little.

Hammering your fist against the door you started yelling.

“HELLO?! TIME’S UP! LET US OUT!”

Nothing.

“HELLO?! IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?!!! LET US OUT!”

Still nothing.

Oh no. OH FUCK.

Oh shit. We’re stuck.

You were stuck in a tiny room with Joseph Quinn of all people, the man you despised the most.

Slowly, you let your body slide down the wall next to the door and buried your head in your hands. Your breathing became shallow and erratic, and your vision blurred. Joe, who was still shouting for the employees to let you two out, was blissfully unaware of your impending panic attack.

“This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening...”, you muttered breathlessly. Your fingers began to shake, and you unsuccessfully tried to choke back a sob.

When Joe heard it, he instantly turned around with the most annoyed look on his face.

“Are you seriously crying right now?”

“Shut up.”, you managed to gasp. Your breaths were coming in ragged bursts and each moment that passed seemed to steal more oxygen from your bloodstream, leaving you increasingly lightheaded. “I need to get out...before... bef-ore...”

It was now very hard to breathe, you couldn’t even form complete sentences anymore. Joe fortunately noticed the alarming shift in your demeanour and frowned.

“Hey...are you OK?”

You shook your head, your trembling fingers pointing to your chest as it rose and fell rapidly.

“Can’t... br-eathe.”, you choked out. As Joe realised what was happening, he immediately went into helping mode, taking quick steps towards you and dropping to his knees in front of you.

“OK. Come on. Look at me.”, he demanded quietly, and you slowly lifted your head, trying to focus on his face; it was a challenge through the tears that were uncontrollably flowing down your cheeks. You blinked rapidly, trying to get the tears out of your eyes. Once your sight had somewhat began to regain clarity, you noticed how close Joe’s face was to yours. His rich chocolatey orbs were staring right at you.

“Here you are...OK. Now breathe with me.”, he instructed, as he slowly breathed in through his nose and out again through his mouth. He did that with you until your breathing steadied.

“Thank you.”, you whispered, still hesitant to use your regular volume. You were genuinely amazed by how effortlessly he had managed to calm you down. His eyes radiated assurance, it was as if you could grasp the tranquillity they held, and you were suddenly able to breathe again. No one had ever had this effect on you. “Where did you learn that?”

“Learn what?”, he questioned, leaning back on his haunches and placing his hand flat on his thighs.

“The breathing technique.”, you replied, pushing yourself up a little to sit straight against the wall.

“Oh...uhm.”, he started, lifting one hand to the back of his head, scratching it lightly, “Well...you used to have panic attacks at school which I guided you through...I guess it was just muscle memory?”, the skin of his face suddenly held a faint hue of pink.

“Ah...”, you acknowledged. You both were still staring at each other. “Yeah...that must be it...thank you again.”

“No worries.”, he nodded, quickly averting his eyes as he pushed himself up into a standing position. “I think we’re stuck.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”, you muttered with a tired sigh, finally rubbing the tears from your eyes.

Joe didn’t respond to your comment but walked over to the opposite side of the room and sat down on floor.

---

After about fifteen minutes of you both trying to get whoever was out there’s attention while not speaking to and basically avoiding each other as best you could, you were the first to throw in the towel and decided to take matters in your own hands. You walked over to where you’d seen Joe put down the small piece of paper with the symbols and picked it up. You had seen some of the symbols too, they had been in the books on the shelf. You were able to find four out of the five symbols and their appointed numbers, which sure enough gave you the code to one of the padlocks, but you just couldn’t find the fifth symbol and it frustrated you to no end. Joe, who was moping in his corner, was staring at you the whole time and it wasn’t helping at all, it made you incredibly nervous.

After trying and failing for the umpteenth time at retracing your steps to find the missing symbol, you accepted your fate and gave up. You had to admit to yourself that you couldn’t do it without Joe, who had made no attempt to help you. So, you sat back down into what you decided was your spot. Leaning forward, you buried your head between your knees and let out the deepest sigh.

“I think they’re doing this on purpose.”, he finally spoke.

“Huh?”, you asked, lifting your head a little to look at him.

“Keeping us both locked in here.”, Joe elaborated. ��It’s on purpose.”

“You think so?”, you asked defeated, “Why would they do that?”

“Dunno.”, he replied with a shrug, which you returned with a hard eyeroll.

“You think they’re doing this on purpose, but you don’t know why? Wow. Way to go Joseph. Your suspicions really contributed to finding a solution to this whole fucked up situation.”, you scoffed, and he gave you the finger in response.

“At least I’m trying to figure out what’s going on, unlike you who’s just sitting there and feeling sorry for yourself.”, he accused with a sharp edge to his voice.

“They locked us in here and aren’t letting us out! That’s what’s going on! I’m sure there are no ulterior motives behind it. They simply forgot about us.”, you rambled, and Joe shook his head.

“There’s CCTV in here. They have not forgotten about us, you idiot.”, he replied as if he were talking to a child. “It’s on fucking purpose.”

“Ugh. Please stop talking. You’re giving me a headache.”, you groaned and placed your hands over your ears, so you didn’t have to listen to his delusional words anymore.

In response he crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared daggers at you before he mopingly turned his back to you again.

---

Another 30 agonizing minutes crawled by, the deafening silence growing even more stifling, and they still hadn’t let Joe and you out of the room.

Boredom hit you like a freight train, so you tried to find different riddles to solve inside the room. After all, what else was there left to do? Joe, who had turned around once more when you had started making noise, was picking at his fingernails and began silently observing you roam around the room.

You were sitting on the floor, in the middle of the room, just about to complete a jigsaw puzzle when he suddenly spoke up from his designated corner.

“What happened?”

“Are you stupid?”, you questioned him, without looking up from your puzzle. “We’re obviously trapped in here...”

“No...”, he retorted whilst slowly standing up and making his way over to you. “What happened to us?”

You looked up at his towering form, eyebrow furrowed in curiosity. He sighed before he sat down opposite you and spoke again when you remained silent.

“Back then... after we graduated, what happened? You suddenly didn’t want to hang out with me anymore. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”, he stated, picking up a puzzle piece and placing it in its rightful position.

You scoffed and snorted at his statement. Was he fucking serious? You couldn’t believe the words he had just spoken.

“Are you fucking serious, Quinn?”, you seethed, your voice grew louder with each sentence, “I didn’t want to hang out with you anymore? Oh, that’s just fucking rich...YOU were the one who went off to your fancy little acting school and didn’t want to hang out anymore. I tried...oh and how I tried, to keep in touch with you. I offered to help you rehearse and you always declined. You didn’t even invite me to your plays!”

“...what? That’s not true.”, he tried to defend himself.

“Shut up! I’m not done yet.”, you snapped, holding up your hand to cut him off. Now it was your turn to glare daggers at him. “After a year of trying, I finally gave up. I told Zach not to invite me when you were around because I couldn’t stand seeing you. It hurt like hell at first because I didn’t understand why you would still want to always hang out with Zach, yet you acted like I meant nothing. I was so unbelievably furious. You hurt me so damn much, and yeah, I fucking hate you for that! I hate you! I HATE YOU!”

Angry tears were now cascading down your face and your body was visibly shaking. Joe, who was too stunned to speak, suddenly leaned forward, and pulled you into his arms, destroying the almost finished puzzle in the process of hugging you.

“Don’t touch me!”, you shrieked. “Let. Me. GOOOO!”, You tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge, only tightening his arms around you even more, holding you in place. You kept on squirming in his arms, trying to get out of his hold, yelling, shrieking, calling him all the names you could think of for what seemed like forever, but he still didn’t cave.

“Please.”, you eventually chocked out, your voice a defeated plea as you sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Please let go of me...it hurts...I hate youuuu.”

“Nuh-uh.”, Joe finally whispered into your ear, pulling you up a little. Hiccoughing, you let your head rest in the crook of his neck, feeling Joe’s word vibrate through your body, as he spoke again, this time in a normal volume.

“It’s true, I didn’t really hang out with you after I started drama school. But you have to understand, I was the new kid and I had to prove myself in order to be accepted by them. I had to rehearse with them, even though I would’ve loved to do it with you. But then you didn’t show up to my first real play and I got so disappointed and angry with you. I don’t know why you said that I didn’t invite you because I did. Zach and I had been out at Clapham Common skating when my mobile slipped from my pocket and got damaged. I had specifically asked him to forward the invitation to you, but now I see that he didn’t... that fucking dimwit, I’m gonna kill him.”

He took a deep breath before he continued, absentmindedly rubbing his hand up and down your back, and you allowed it. You didn’t have the strength to fight him anymore, so you let him.

“After I got my mobile back from the repair shop, I tried to contact you, but you had blocked my number. I even tried to message you via Facebook, but you had unfriended and blocked me there too which pissed me off big time. Stupid young me then decided that two could play that game, so I just started to ignore you even more than you ignored me. I had this plan, that you’d eventually give in and come back to me if I kept it going, but it backfired horribly. When Zach pulled me aside right after you’d left the park, once again just when I had arrived, and told me that you didn’t want to hang out with me anymore, it hit me hard. I realised I went too far, but I was young, full of anger, and stupid. I didn’t know what to do to fix things. So, I ended up doing what you did on those rare occasions we got to see each other and interact – either throwing insults or avoiding you altogether... what goes around, comes around, you know.”

Taking another deep breath, he moved his hand that had been rubbing your back to your hair and started massaging your scalp. You had long accepted that he wouldn’t let you out of his arms anytime soon, so you just listened to him and let him do what he needed to do.

“It was never my intention to make you hate me, you know.”, he was now back to whispering. “Knowing that you do hate me hurts a lot because...because...’cause I could never. Even after everything. Even after trying to and oh, how I tried. I just couldn’t. I...fuck. It’s the opposite, actually.”, he chuckled humourlessly.

This revelation suddenly sparked some left-over strength in you and leaned back, staring at him, mouth agape.

“The opposite?”

“Ugh. Yes. The opposite.”, he repeated.

“But the opposite of hate is love.”, you stated, mind totally blank.

“Yes.”

“You love me?”

“Yes, silly.”, he groaned, closing his eyes. “I’ve always loved you. At first it was strictly platonic, you know, being best friends and all...but when I went off to drama school, I noticed how much I missed you. I missed your hugs, I missed your smile, I missed being close to you. I even missed things we never even did together. Well, missed is the wrong word here, I longed for them. But you not wanting to be friends with me anymore put a spoke in my wheel and I just let it go.”

“You can’t love me!”, you sputtered astonished. “I... I hate you a-and you hate me.”

“Wrong. I just said, I tried to hate you, but I couldn’t. Because I LOVE YOU.”, he declared, tightening his grip on you once more.

“Joe. You called me a cunt mere hours ago.”, you argued, letting out a confused laugh, new tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You were frustrated with all the new information your overstimulated brain had just received. How could he love you when he treated you like shit? You knew that he had just explained it to you, but you couldn’t fathom what was happening. He had hated you and now he didn’t, and you had learned to hate him...or had you? You instantly started to doubt yourself. Was it really hate you felt for him the past ten years or was it more about the deep hurt, anger, and sadness that had consumed you when you lost your best friend – the person you’d hoped would become your boyfriend? Maybe...you weren’t sure. You just continued staring at him, with a blank face and reddened eyes. A thousand thoughts spinning in your head.

“...and I’m really sorry for that, because you are not a cunt...you’re far from being one.”, he apologised wholeheartedly, hand still gently stroking your hair. “I’m so very sorry...for everything. The way I treated you was beyond cruel. I was young and dumb. But mostly I was hurt because of your constant avoidance, and instead of being the bigger person and seeking you out to find the root cause of it all, I treated you like shit.”

You just kept staring at him, blinking slowly. A few stray tears escaped the inner corners of your eyes and Joe looked back at you expectantly. A couple of moments passed where neither of you said a thing. With each passing second the tension between you increased and Joe grew more nervous, his unease became almost palpable. He had just bared his soul to you and your lack of a reaction lead him to believe that this whole thing was a grave mistake. Panic started to etch onto his face, and he suddenly seemed so vulnerable. You could practically read his thoughts - You really, really must hate him - which made your own blank expression soften slightly in response, and you knew what you needed to do in order to dispel his thoughts.

“Joe...”, you started slowly. “I...thank you...uhm, for apologising. It really means a lot to me. I want to apologise too. God, this is so stupid.”, you paused, letting out a quivering breath because you started to get all choked up again. “We were so stupid. Why are we so stupid?”, you asked, mostly yourself as you shook your head once, twice, three times. Joe was sitting still, waiting for you to continue with bated breath.

“I’m sorry. For immediately thinking you hated me and didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. I’m sorry for being mean and treating you like shit. I'm sorry for not reaching out to you to talk about it...I was just so hurt and confused...I’m sorry.”, you were now full on crying again and Joe pulled you closer to his chest once more, muffling your speech. “...Also, I’m sorry I said I hated you because to be frank, I don’t...I was just so very angry with you and the whole situation. I don’t hate you, Joe...I actually love you too and I have for so many years.... fuck, this is just a huge fucking misunderstanding because two dumb, insecure teenagers didn’t know how to communicate properly. I’m so sorry.”

Suddenly, you felt something wet on the crown of your hair and you slowly looked up and saw silent tears dripping from the tip of Joe’s nose. It was now your turn to tighten your arms, which had snuck their way around his torso.

You returning his previous affection made him sob faintly and he slowly opened his mouth, his scared, big brown eyes set on yours.

“I missed you so, so much.”, he whispered, now suddenly afraid someone could listen in on your conversation.

“I missed you too, so so much.”, you replied equally as soft. “I missed your hugs, and your smell, and your stupid fucking grin… but most of all I missed your useless facts about random places in London.”

The last point made Joe chortle out loud.

“Shut up, you didn’t miss those, you hated them.”

“Yeah, I hated them...still do.”, you replied, letting out a tearful chuckle.

Both of you let out a simultaneous sigh, leading to another round of giggles. As the laughter subsided, you shook your head once more and finally looked up at him. His eyes held a foreign sparkle. Not foreign in the sense that you hadn’t seen it before, because you had, but it had never been directed at you. The sparkle paired with a broad grin on his lips made your cheeks grow hot and you tried to avert your gaze. Before you could turn your head, his hand had snuck from your back to your jaw and held it in place.

“Can I kiss you?”, he inquired softly, caressing your jaw with his thumb.

“Yes.”, you responded firmly.

His lips met yours in a needy, salt-stained kiss which you eagerly reciprocated. A soft moan escaped your lips, encouraging Joe to deepen the kiss further. When you both ran out of breath, you reluctantly pulled back, your foreheads meeting in an intimate pause. The remnants of your kiss lingered, leaving Joe’s and your lips tinted rosy red and slightly swollen, small smiles of happiness gracing your mouths.

Just as you were about to lean in for another kiss, the door to the escape room opened, causing both you and Joe to quickly turn your heads towards it.

An obviously very pleased Zach, accompanied by a blushing Iris, stood in the doorway, holding up a sign that read:

CONGRATS, YOU MADE (IT) OUT!

THE END

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[pastel-ghot-lolita]

If TWST boys met the Disney Villain Recruiters...

ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔟𝔶𝔲𝔩:

The moment Jack Heart arrives to Heartslabyul the dorm turns upside down. Riddle is absolutely losing it with Jack around, practically begging for someone to make this man sit. Trey just laughs it off, while Cater and Ace share their fair amount of fun while assisting the recruiter in his mischiefs, which take Deuce as their victim pretty often.

❤ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕~~~ 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕥𝕙𝕠! 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕚𝕥?

𝔖𝔞𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔴:

Pretty Scar instantly adopts Ruggie as her nephew the moment she sees the hyena boy. Leona has little to no energy to stop her from her beaming sunshine energy, but nonetheless, he enjoys the female company. Jack on the other hand has a lot of struggles with Scar-chan, since she keeps on nagging to her, wanting the wolf to meet Mr. Dalmatia and do his best vouching for her so she could date the other recruiter.

🦁𝔸𝕙𝕨, 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕔𝕦𝕓𝕤! 𝕃𝕖𝕥'𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙! 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥~

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢:

The moment Eight Foot Joe enters the dorm, the tweels begin to tease him. Especially Floyd. His moodiness makes him easy to bully as he doesn't really want to fight the brothers. Azul is intrigued, curious how he works, how is the Sea Witch orders him around and stuff. The moment they begin to talk about work, Floyd gets annoyed and leaves, while Jade prepares some tea with a slight chuckle.

🐙𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕦𝕤 𝕛𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝔸𝕫𝕦𝕝 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟… 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟.

𝔖𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔦𝔞:

Farja couldn't be in a better mood the moment she meets Jamil. She keeps on dragging about how he resembles Jafar a lot. She keeps telling Kalim how he needs to be more evil, but the moment the housewarden compliments her magical color-changing flower, she melts away as they're ready to party. Jamil has to sigh as he realizes how his job just got worse suddenly.

🌹𝔸𝕝𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤. 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟. 𝕋𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚�� 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠… 𝕀𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕒? 𝕆𝕙, 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤…! 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕀 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥…?

𝔓𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔬𝔯𝔢:

Apple Poison's calmness and charm call for a duel as soon as it meets with Vil's mature posture and gorgeousness. Rook is absolutely ecstatic as he begins to snap photos of both of them, screaming French compliments. While the older ones are busy, Epel steals Appoi's poisoned apple to analyze it. They later have some of Epel's own apples from Harveston.

🍎𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕… ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝.

ℑ𝔤𝔫𝔶𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔢:

Surely, Ms. Hades is more than surprised to see other individuals with hair similar to hers. She and Ortho are already chatting while Idia still tries to comprehend her presence in an all-boys school. Her exciting stories about her boss makes the boys pretty curious to hear more as they talk all night with some snacks, while Ortho asks her if she wants to play some board games with them. She can't help but recognize Idia's plushies as Pain and Panic.

𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕤, 𝕀 𝕤𝕒𝕪… 𝕊𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤. ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕠𝕦𝕥.

𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔫𝔦𝔞:

Let's be honest, Malfie and Lilia are vibing from the moment they see each other. He and Lilia would joke around a lot, while Malleus and Sebek try to understand what they're talking about (their humor is something else.) Silver is waiting patiently in the back if he needs to stop his father from going overboard.

𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕞'𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣? 𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟… 𝕄𝔼!

𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔲𝔰:

In their entire time, Mr. Dalmatia and Crewel are having long-lasting conversations about dogs, expensive cars and fashion. Trein and Vargas can't stop the two man at all, so Crewel's classes are dismissed for the day.

𝕋𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕘𝕦𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕… 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝?

ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᔕ ᗩᒪᗯᗩYᔕ… ᕼᗩᑭᑭY ᕼᗩᒪᒪOᗯEEᑎ, ᕼᗩᑭᑭY ᐯIᒪᒪᗩIᑎᔕ!

And as always... Happy Halloween, Happy Villains!

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #disney #disney villain recruiter #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #epel felmier #rook hunt #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver twst #sebek zigvolt #jack heart #pretty scar #eight foot joe

[berensteinsmonster]

imma be honest im not the biggest fan of chubb munch becuz of how hes treated in the games and also how hes designed. so heres a redesign where he's just a regular fat adolescent boy and not a literal roadblock.

i have always been a fan of mrs. munch tho ily fat old women sm omg big fan <3333333

mr. munch is also NOT gonna be included in the munch family becuz idc and i dont trust him to be near children so mrs. munch divorced him pre middle-school era of my riddle school story timeline and is now single and taking care of her grandson Charles "Chubb" Munch all by herself yay

i imagine chubbs to just this really friendly guy who likes to make you laugh and just has really slow metabolism. Him and Joe being friends is mainly spawned from thinking abt how they'd be outcasts in this american school and they decided to stick together to be stronger.

(reblogs help my posts be seen :)

#berenmon art #my art #he looks like his name is charles he just gives me that feel #give chubb munch justice and more art in the fandom he is my spoiled baby boy #chubb munch #chubb riddle school #chubb munch riddle school #mrs munch #mrs munch riddle school #phil eggtree #phil riddle school #phil eggtree riddle school #joe riddle school #riddle school #riddle school art #rs fandom #riddle school fandom #riddle school fanart #jeez louise this was a lot of tags #artwork #artists on tumblr #digital art

[ambdgyt]

Fun with the quote generator *Mostly B side cause I love them

Some are so out of character and its funny

#riddle school #5 riddle school #5 riddle underpass #richy riddle school #joe riddle school #chubb munch #phred whistler #phil eggtree #smiley sundae #zack kelvin #ambdgtag

[brine-in-my-eyes]

i just got an idea

does tthis make sense

ms green and mr math are divorced btw. they share custody of joe and he doesnt even get a last name

(i kinda want his name to be joel math greens like cool math games but idk if ill stick with that)

but in my heart his full name really is joe riddle school

but like to ME... to me ok

also ms green definately rebounded with ms cophey and they go on little coffee dates to piss off mr math lol

#rambles #riddle school #joe riddle school #ms green #mr math #riddle school headcanons #ms cophey #honorable mention

[the-darker-path]

Sunshine and Shadows // Closed RP

@brothershardy​

The first part of the Riddle War ended in one fell swoop, when Lord Voldemort went to a quaint little country wizarding village intending to eliminate a perceived threat....who was a child. Not just a child, a toddler, no older than Draco had been, and his father’s master really did go to murder that boy in his crib. It did not go well for him. Or for the Potters, but his downfall was a silver lining.

Draco grew up knowing that it couldn’t be permanent. His father was certain of Riddle’s one-day return, and careful in hiding or “surrendering” the Dark artefacts that he was going to need when that day came. Narcissa turned a blind eye, wanting it to all just go away. Draco didn’t know which side to be on, and settled for staying quiet on the subject of Tom “Voldemort” Riddle until he was of age to attend Hogwarts himself.

Somehow, he hadn’t really considered that the Boy Who Lived was his age, and therefore would be in his year at school. Draco did not register that until he was standing on a fitting stool in Madam Malkin’s robe shop, and looked up to see the next student who came along, tracking over unruly strawberry blond hair, big green eyes behind round glasses....and a rather incredible, one-of-a-kind scar pattern peeking out from beneath his messy fringe.

Joseph Potter was coming to Hogwarts.

Draco had rather bunged up that first meeting, unintentionally letting Lucius’ attitude shine through as he struggled to figure out what kind of person the Boy Who Lived was. He really hadn’t meant to sound so elitist, or to insult either the giant gamekeeper, or the rather tired-looking wizard who were accompanying Joe to get his school supplies.

Bugger it all, he put his foot in his mouth. Draco regretted that the rest of the day as Narcissa took him to finish shopping, and then they went to meet the Parkinsons, Notts, and Blaise and his mother for dinner in the city.

September first found King’s Cross busy with poorly-disguised wizarding families shuffling their kids to Platform 9 3/4, unless they had Ministry connections to Floo directly to the platform. Draco was among those, Narcissa fussing over his travel cloak and Lucius looking about pompously, and he was absently feeding Orion a final mouse to keep him content for the journey when he spotted the same blond mop of hair.

Joe was struggling to get his trunk onto the train. Draco watched, torn--but then a taller boy appeared, noticing Joe’s dilemma and catching his eye. "Want a hand?"

"Yes, please," Draco heard Joe pant.

"Oy, Fred! C'mere and help!" A clone of him walked over, and with the twins' help, Joe's trunk got onto the train. Draco watched the twins talk briefly to Joe--but then their mother, it could only be so with that matching red hair, called them back to her.

“Best board now, my love,” Narcissa murmured, and Draco nodded, hurrying to give his trunk to a conductor and join Pansy in heading onto the Hogwarts Express. They joined Theo and Blaise, through him Draco met a pair of bulky lads called Crabbe and Goyle--he knew their surnames, knew they’d been in with his father, and Voldemort--and eventually the train slid out of the station.

“Did you hear?” Theo asked with amusement. “The Potter is on board.”

“Yes, I saw him,” Draco confirmed. “That’s going to be interest to play out.” In the passageway, he heard voices, someone asking if a toad had been spotted, and Draco watched a miserable-looking boy trudge past with a curly-haired girl who had an aura of bossiness to her. “Right, who’s up for Exploding Snap?”

#brothershardy #Draco x Joe #Draco Malfoy x Joe Potter #Joe Potter AU #RP: Sunshine and Shadows

[doodgiee]

Designs for a handful of my cast for some kind of 'After Riddle School' thing where Phil is an angsty teenager wrecked with guilt or whatever.

The lady next to Richy is a character i made named Cath/Catherine. She will serve as Richy's cool college button collecting friend :>. What other purpose? Something to do with Smiley but i wont elaborate further.

I might work on making the shapes and silhouettes more diverse, but idk i quite like a more authentic game style too. Makes things easy

#riddle school #sketch #riddle transfer #phil eggtree #smiley sundae #phred whistler #zack kelvin #rs richy #rs 5 #rs joe

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

RANDOM THEORY/AU IDEA!

So a while back I got a ask about the connection of Disney Villain Recruiters, Descendants, and Twisted Wonderland and now I have a new idea!

So what if instead of the villains being true founders of the dorms within Night Raven Collage it was actually the Recruiters telling tales in their honor and building their name from the ground up after being locked up powerless for many years?

It will start with Malfie after he watched Mal get married and helped her rule, maybe even him being openly married to Aurora and having a kid with her (Audrey) to get a title of his own. Then shifted to Apple Poison and Jack Heart moving on their own to bring honor to their Queens and others followed the two (cause lets face it, Heartslabyul, Pomfiore, and Diamonia have the best budget of looks out of all the dorms)

Pretty Scar would take Scar's place of controlling and ruling his Pride and movement after he passes and she started a new era in a way

Lady Hook would take Veil and travel all around the world mapping places and spreading wisdom and stories while Veil would sing and tell stories as well

Farja would be a powerful magic user and maybe have made the Jafar statue

Ms. Hades would keep the Underworld under control and when she didn't made her own little pocket for the dorm

Joe would be free and work hard saving depters but had learned the struggles Ursula had went through but vow to not stoop her level

Over the years it'll grow and grow with the Recruiters starting until it would lead to the second generation of either children of their own or the children of their masters and then their children/who they trust with.

Soon all the masters would have long pass and the Recruiters names are edge in stone, some may have passed or they all live, Malfie would grow and soon get trusted to become the head master of the school with the other Recruiters becoming teachers in a way until the years pass and they did their own

OOOH! Imagine Jack Heart has his own family name and over the years it would stim in a very thin line of connection to the house name of Rosehearts or Trappola, hinting that Riddle or Ace would be direct ancestors of their dorm's founder!

Dalmatia would raise Carlos well so picture him raising Divus Crewel well! Picture Crewel either being a descent of the Cruela De Vil family tree or just straight up was a family fan in a way!!

Sam I already headcanon being Mr. V's kid or relative-

And either Leona or Ruggie would have a tie with Pretty Scar even if it's not related by blood, she may have even been a strong ally to Leona's family or a savior to Ruggie!

Many of the books in Pomfiore would be straight from the Beautiful Queen thanks to Apple!

Farja would have made the rules of the Scarabia dorm of who would be the best dorm head and maybe some of her feathers would be the feather used in the dorm-

MALLEUS MAY NOT BE 1000% RELATED TO MAL SINCE IT'S BEEN GENERATIONS SINCE MALEFICENT WHAT IF IT WOULD BY AUDREY'S GREAT GREAT GRAND-KID INSTEAD BUT STILL MALFIE WOULD HAVE SEEN MALLEUS GROW AND SEE HIS MASTER!

This AU was fun to think, I had to write it out.

Thank all yall Disney heads who helped this come up

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