adele✾

"No matter how much you knock on the door to someone's heart, you can't change them, so it's always you who has to change."

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blue washi tape please :] specifically for borders

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

can you tell me the timeline of twisted wonderland I know the game timeline started in September or august now the timeline is january or febary

The timeline for the main story is as follows:

Prologue - Based on book 1’s timing, probably very late August or very early September.

Book 1 - Crewel states that start of the school year is in September; other students like Cater drop hints that the new students are still getting acclimated to the routine of school. The light novel is even more specific; the OB fight is stated to happen within the first week of school.

Book 2 - Crowley states that the interdorm spelldrive/magift tournament takes place in October.

Book 3 - Final exams of the fall semester are mentioned, so this is before winter break. Most likely occurs in November.

Book 4 - Begins on the last day of the fall semester and continues through winter break (late December) and into the new year (January). This is pretty explicitly stated in various characters’ dialogue (Jamil, Crowley, Ramshackle Ghosts, Lilia, Octavinelle, etc.) or by in-game omnipotent narration.

Book 5 - Begins in the new year (January) and factoring in ~1 months’ worth of training, we end book 5 in mid-February, when VDC/SDC takes place. Mid-February is explicitly mentioned by Crewel.

Book 6 - Takes place literally a few days after book 5, so presumably still in February. Idia states that 5 Overblots (not counting himself) occurred in less than 6 months.

Book 7 - Estimated to be in March due to a variety of factors. It must be spring because Yuu is surprised to see (Malleus’s magically produced) snow when wandering outside of Ramshackle + says “I thought it’s supposed to be spring.” The interscholastic spelldrive/magift tournament takes place in May, but presumably has not occurred yet + Silver states his birthday (May 15) is still “a little ways away”. Assuming NRC has a spring break in April or mid/late March, it must not have happened yet because 1) no students mention a break and 2) the third years would need to apply for their internships early in the semester to allow time for their paperwork to be processed and to do additional tests and interviews. Lilia does say at his farewell party that a full 6 months have passed since the start of the school year; he would have said 7 if it was April. UPDATE: book 7 ends on Silver's birthday, May 15.

Book 7.5 — This one’s kind of weird; it cuts between immediately after Malleus’s overblot and leading up to Silver’s birthday party but then we also skip to AFTER Silver’s birthday party.

Book 8 — The students are preparing via special lessons for the upcoming interschool competition. The events are announced one week before the competition. It is delayed until June this year due to the incidents of book 7.

I have added this information (or at least a link to it) in my pinned post, which already contains a FAQ section. I highly recommend to my readers to look at the FAQ first before sending in their question(s), as there is a good chance that your question may have already been answered there. Any questions that are repeats of the ones shown in the FAQ will go ignored/unanswered moving forward.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey Raven, do you think Kalim is stupid?

The short answer to this would be “no”, but because I like to overanalyze things, let me explain why. In this essay, I will--

I believe when people think of “stupidity”, they tend to think of it in a sense of general intelligence or book smarts, or they equate it to a number or a letter grade on a report card. In this case, one can easily point to Kalim’s poor academic performance and say, “he doesn’t do well in his classes, and he needs to study and try very hard, plus get help from Jamil, just to get a mediocre grade.” All of that is true. However, to call Kalim “stupid” just because he doesn’t perform well in a traditional classroom setting would be remiss.

The nature of schools hosting many students forces them to standardize lessons and teach them in the same way to large groups. The truth of the matter is, these same methods won’t work for every student. Some just work better one-on-one, and others need more specialized lessons for them to best learn. For example, some people are more visual learners, while others are more auditory, and some just prefer tactile or hands-on learning. Just because Kalim doesn’t fare well with traditional classroom lectures and studying/memorization doesn’t mean other methods wouldn’t work better for him. As was previously mentioned, he seems to do well when Jamil tutors him, so this may hint that Kalim may prefer to be taught in a more personalized setting. We see similar instances of Kalim performing well when instructed one-on-one in Master Chef and when Azul lends him his help in chapter 4. This doesn’t make Kalim “stupid”, it just means he has different preferences when it comes to being taught.

Remember that Kalim hails from a very affluent family. The Asims’ money and power have essentially shielded Kalim from most consequences and other unfortunate circumstances of life. Kalim won’t ever understand what it feels like to have financial struggles, or to go a day hungry. He’s so used to getting everything he wants, and that has made him not stupid, but naïve and ignorant of how the “real world” works. Ignorance is not the same as stupidity. (You can also say that Malleus is ignorant, since his country is very old-fashioned (to the point where he had never ridden a car until the Scalding Sands Fireworks event), but you wouldn’t call Malleus “stupid” for not knowing things that were beyond his circumstances.)

One last point I’d like to make is that while Kalim is not book smart, he is very emotionally intelligent, especially when it comes to dealing with others. For reference, emotional intelligence is defined as “the capacity to be aware of, control, and express one's emotions, and to handle interpersonal relationships judiciously and empathetically”.

Students in Scarabia love Kalim, and it’s for a good reason. He’s very good at understanding them and empathizing with them, even if he’s laid back as a leader. For example, Kalim was able to talk his dorm mates through bouts of homesickness, and he was always willing to support his dorm mates in their other times of need. Furthermore, it was Kalim who was able to placate his angry dorm mates when they were upset with Jamil post-Overblot. The students were willing to give Jamil a second chance, despite all of the terrible things he did, because Kalim convinced them. Who else would be capable of such a feat, if not him?

This carries over to chapter 5 as well. Kalim becomes aware of his own inadequacy (maybe even jealousy?) when Jamil is picked to be a lead performer for VDC instead of him, and Kalim pushes himself to work harder so he can catch up to Jamil. However, he never stops caring about other people. It’s Kalim and Rook that pep talked Deuce and helped him come to terms with his frustration regarding his lack of improvement. It is also Kalim who initially sensed that Vil was going to attempt something heinous to come out on top at VDC. He came running to the scene and knocked the poison out of Rook’s hand, because he knew that something was wrong just from observing Vil. 

We can see several instances of Kalim’s own kind of intelligence, emotional intelligence, especially as he engages with his peers. In conclusion, Kalim may not be the most crafty in a traditional sense, but he has his own insights to contribute, making him fit as the Dorm Leader of Scarabia--the dorm modeled after the deliberation of the Sorcerer of the Sands.

[adxele]

oh how I love you OP😭😭😭 it genuinely infuriates me when “fans” consider Kalim a dumbass ☹️ it clearly shows how those fans don’t have media literacy.

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[adxele]

REST WELL, PREFECT.

ft. housewardens

context: The housewarden arrives at Ramshackle to deliver the carefully prepared item he promised Y/N, only to find them asleep in a painfully uncomfortable position.

tags: Reader is Yuu, GN!reader, fluff

a/n: have been hesitating to post this a lot, not really sure why. might edit this later if I find any mistakes. apologies for inactivity! have been quite busy with life, new writings will be coming soon!

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Riddle walked toward Ramshackle with a neatly organized study guide tucked securely under his arm. He had spent the previous evening meticulously color-coding every section, writing clear explanations, and adding helpful examples — exactly as he had promised Y/N. He couldn’t allow them to fall behind, after all.

He knocked on the door with three firm, precise taps. The door creaked open, revealing a very sleepy Grim rubbing his eyes.

“Ah, good evening, Grim,” Riddle greeted politely, though his posture remained as straight as ever. “Is Y/N available at the current moment? I brought the study guide we discussed.”

“Heya Riddle… nah, they’re dead asleep right now,” Grim yawned, stretching lazily.

Riddle’s expression shifted from polite formality to mild concern. “Asleep? At this hour? They seemed fine earlier today. Did something happen?”

Grim shrugged. “They just knocked out while studying.”

Riddle sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That sounds exactly like them. They always push themselves too hard. May I come in? I’d like to check on them myself, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, sure… just keep it down,” Grim muttered, stepping aside. “If you wake them up and they get angry, it’s your fault, not mine.”

“Of course, I’ll be careful.” Riddle replied, stepping inside with measured grace.

The moment Riddle entered the living room, he stopped short.

Y/N was slumped over the old wooden table, arms folded awkwardly over an open textbook, neck bent at an uncomfortable angle. Ink smudges stained their hand, and their face looked pale with exhaustion. The Ramshackle ghosts hovered nearby, whispering worriedly.

Riddle’s chest tightened with genuine concern. He stood silently for a moment, then moved with quiet efficiency.

“Honestly…” he murmured under his breath. “They never listen when I tell them to take proper breaks.”

He carefully gathered the scattered books and closed the notebooks, stacking them neatly on the corner of the table. He set aside the pens and gently adjusted Y/N’s posture as best he could without lifting them — carefully supporting their head and shoulders to ease the strain on their neck. He pulled a blanket over them, tucking it securely around their shoulders.

Grim watched from the doorway, ears twitching. “You’re really going all out, huh? They’re just sleeping.”

Riddle straightened up, brushing a stray strand of hair from Y/N’s face with careful fingers. “They are pushing themselves far too hard. If they continue like this, they’ll only make themselves ill. Proper rest is essential for academic performance.”

He turned to Grim, voice firm but not unkind. “Grim, if something like this happens again, please inform me immediately instead of letting Y/N push themselves past their limit. Understood? I will not tolerate them neglecting their health.”

Grim crossed his little arms, looking slightly defensive. “Hey, I tried to tell them to take a break! But you know how stubborn they are.”

Riddle sighed. “Yes… I do. That is precisely why I am asking you to contact me next time. I will handle it.”

He gave one last lingering look at their sleeping form, his expression softening with quiet worry. Before leaving, he placed the color-coded study guide on the bedside table where they would see it first thing in the morning.

“Rest well, Y/N,” he whispered. “And please… take better care of yourself.”

With that, Riddle turned and left Ramshackle, the door closing softly behind him.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Leona trudged toward Ramshackle with an irritated scowl, Y/N’s notebook clutched loosely in one hand. They had been pestering him about it for an entire week, and he was finally done with their whining. He planned to toss the notes at them and leave immediately.

When Grim cracked the door open, Leona didn’t even wait for a greeting.

“Where’s the herbivore?” he grumbled.

Grim rubbed his eyes. “Huh? Leona? What’re YOU doing here?”

“That damn herbivore wouldn’t stop bothering me about their notebook, so I’m here to give it back,” Leona said, waving the notes. “Now move.”

Grim hesitated. “Oh… Y/N’s asleep right now though.”

Leona clicked his tongue but pushed past Grim anyway, stepping inside with a heavy sigh that sounded more tired than annoyed. His emerald eyes scanned the room and immediately landed on them.

They were twisted awkwardly on the bed, half of their upper body hanging off the edge, a textbook slipping from their limp fingers. Their face was tense even in sleep, clearly exhausted.

Leona stopped for a second, staring. Then he shook his head, muttering under his breath, “They overdid it again, huh…”

Without another word, he quietly picked up the fallen books and stacked them neatly on the table. Then, with surprising gentleness for someone so rough around the edges, he slid one arm under their knees and the other behind their back, lifting them easily. He adjusted their position so they were lying properly on the bed and pulled the blanket over them, tucking it around their shoulders.

Grim watched from the doorway, secretly surprised at Leona’s gentleness. Leona flicked him hard on the forehead.

“OWH! What was that for?!”

“Be quiet, you damn furball,” Leona growled lowly. “Watch them properly and make sure they eat something when they wake up. Don’t let them skip meals again.”

Before leaving, Leona paused at the side of the bed. He reached down and gently brushed a few strands of hair away from their forehead, his touch lingering for just a moment, surprisingly tender. Then, without saying anything else, he turned and left Ramshackle, hands shoved back into his pockets, tail flicking behind him.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO
Azul comes to Ramshackle to deliver a custom set of practice problems he created for Y/N after hearing they were struggling with a specific subject.

Grim opens the door and Azul greets him with his usual charismatic smile.

“Good evening Grim. I’ve prepared a tailored set of practice problems for Y/N, given their recent difficulties with that particular subject. I came to deliver it personally. Are they available at the moment?”

“Oh yeah, Y/N told me about that. But Y/N is asleep right now.”

Azul’s eyebrows rose slightly in surprise, but his polite smile returned almost instantly. “Asleep? At this hour?” He tilted his head. “May I come in? I won’t take much of their time. I’d simply like to leave these for them.”

Grim hesitated for a second, then shrugged and stepped aside. “Sure, whatever. Just don’t wake them up.”

“Thank you,” Azul said smoothly, stepping inside.

The moment he entered the living room, his steps faltered.
Y/N is slumped in a chair, head resting on an open notebook, page covered in erased calculations. There are smudges of pencil on their cheek, and they looked utterly drained.
Azul stood still for a long moment, his usual composed mask softening into genuine concern. The ghosts hovered nearby, whispering worriedly.

He quietly collects the papers, aligns them into neat stacks, and places them in order. He carefully removes the pencil from Y/N’s loosened fingers and sets it aside. Then, with surprising tenderness, he removed his own coat and draped it over their shoulders to keep them warm.

One of the ghosts floated closer. “They’ve been like this for hours…”

“I see,” Azul murmured, voice low. “I won’t wake them. Please don’t worry.”

He stood there for a long moment, simply watching over them. His expression was uncharacteristically soft. Before leaving, he placed the folder of practice problems on the table where they would easily find it.


KALIM AL-ASIM
Kalim comes excitedly to invite Y/N to a spontaneous late-evening snack with the Scarabia dorm.

“Huh? Oh—Kalim? What’re you doin’ here at this hour?”

“Hi Grim! I was just about to come looking for you two. Scarabia’s kitchen made way too many late-night snacks again, so I thought—why not invite you and Y/N? It’ll be fun!”
“FOOD?! Real Scarabia food?! Spicy, delicious, perfectly seasoned—” he practically drools.
“Count me in! Lemme grab—”

But then Grim suddenly freezes, ears twitching with annoyance.

“I can’t. Y/N’s asleep.”
“Eh? Asleep already?”
Kalim leans slightly to peek past the doorway.
“It’s not even that late… Is everything okay? Were they tired?”
“They knocked out while studyin’. One second they were writin’, next second—” he mimics a dramatic face-plant into imaginary books with his paws. “Boom. Out cold.”

Kalim’s cheerful expression softens with concern.

“Oh no… They must’ve really overworked themselves again. Can I come in? Just to check on them? I won’t wake them up, promise!”
“Eh, yeah, sure… Just keep your voice down! If you wake them up and they get cranky, it’s YOUR fault, not mine.” Grim crosses his little arms.
“Thank you, Grim. And don’t worry, I’ll be super quiet. I just want to make sure they’re okay.”
Kalim steps inside with the softest footsteps imaginable, even the ghosts peek from behind a wall, waving politely at him. When he walks into the room and sees Y/N curled uncomfortably with books spread around them, Kalim’s entire expression melts into worry.
He quietly tiptoes around them, picking up every notebook and stacking them so Y/N is not surrounded by clutter. He takes a random blanket from the couch and gently covers Y/N with it. Grim, who was watching nearby, awkwardly whispered.

“...So, uh… the food—does it, uh, keep? I mean, just in case I still wanna go later?”

Kalim, trying his best not to laugh, replies. “Of course. I’ll make sure there’s a plate set aside for you. A big one!”
“Now THAT’S what I like to hear!”

Kalim smiles at Grim, then returns his gaze at Y/N once again. “….They really pushed themselves today, huh?”
“Yeah. They’re hopeless without me.”

Kalim chuckled quietly, eyes warm. “You take really good care of them, Grim. I’m glad they have you.”

Grim puffed out his chest, trying (and failing) to look modest. “Obviously! I’m their great and powerful protector, after all!”

Kalim gave Grim a gentle pat on the head before taking one last look at Y/N, making sure the blanket was secure.

“Sleep well, Y/N,” he whispered. “We’ll have snacks together another night. I’ll make it extra special.”

With that, he slipped out as quietly as he had come — already planning a much bigger, much cozier late-night snack session for when you were feeling better.

VIL SCHOENHEIT
Vil comes to deliver special skincare items Y/N left behind after their last visit, along with a few new ones he chose for them.
“Ugh… that knock sounds fancy. Must be him.” Grim opens the door. “Oh. Yep. Vil.”
“Good evening, Grim. I trust you’re keeping the place… as presentable as Ramshackle allows.”
“H-hey! I’ll have you know it’s way cleaner than before! …Mostly.” he huffs. “So, uh, what brings you here? Don’t tell me the wind blew your highness off course.”
“I came because Y/N left several skincare items behind during their last visit.”
He lifts a neatly packed box. “I’ve brought those, along with a few additional products I selected for them. They’ll help with the dryness caused by this old building.”
“Oh. Right. Well… Y/N’s asleep.”
“Asleep? At this hour?”
He raises an eyebrow, suspicion creeping in. “They weren’t looking this tired earlier. Did something happen?”
“They just knocked out. Studying and stuff. You know how they get.”
“Mm. That sounds like them.” he softly sighs. “In any case, may I come in? I’d rather not leave these products in your guardianship.”
“HEY! I can take care of things! …But fine, fine. Come in. Just don’t go waking them up. They get grumpy when they’re half-asleep.”
“Please. I have more self-control than that.”
The moment Vil stepped inside and saw Y/N, all traces of judgment vanished from his expression.

They were slumped over the old wooden table, surrounded by open books and notes, neck bent at an awful angle, shoulders tight with exhaustion.

Vil’s gaze softened with deep concern. Without a word, he set the box down and moved to their side. He carefully cleared the books away, removed the hair tie that was pulling too tightly at the back of their head, and slowly adjusted their posture so they were no longer in such a painful position.

He then took out a hydrating balm and carefully applied it to their lips, his touch feather-light. The ghosts hovered nearby, quietly explaining how long they had been like this. Vil listened in silence, already mentally planning exactly how he would scold them tomorrow for neglecting their health. Before leaving, he brushed his fingers tenderly against their cheek, voice barely above a whisper.

“You need to take better care of yourself, spudling,” he murmured. “Beauty starts with rest. I won’t allow you to ruin that gorgeous skin of yours.”

He straightened up, gave Grim one last pointed look, and slipped out into the evening, the faint scent of his expensive cologne lingering behind him.

IDIA SHROUD
Idia comes to Ramshackle because Ortho convinced him to bring over a USB of upgraded study resources Y/N asked for.

A hesitant knock… then a second, lighter one. Grim drags himself to the door. “Ugh, who’s bothering me now…?”
He opens the door and deadpans. “Oh. It’s you two.”
“Hello, Grim! I hope we’re not intruding. My brother has something to deliver!” Ortho chirps with usual enthusiasm.

Idia, standing half-hidden behind Ortho, hoodie up, hair dimmer than usual. “D-Don’t say it like that. It sounds like a delivery quest from a low-level NPC…”
“So what’re ya here for? I don’t remember ordering anything.”
“It’s for Y/N! They asked for upgraded study resources, remember? My brother compiled everything into a USB and optimized the program for their computer!”

Idia awkwardly hands over the small USB drive box. “I— uh— yeah. It’s all in there. Custom algorithms, auto-hints, difficulty scaling… basically cheat codes for studying. S-So, um… is Y/N inside?”
“Oh! Yeah, they’re here but… they’re asleep. Like, totally knocked out.”
“As— asleep? Right now?”
Idia shifts nervously, glancing down the hall.
“Uh, that’s… that’s fine. We can just leave this and go. Right? That’s good enough, right? Let’s go, Ortho-“
“Wait! But we came all the way out here. We should check on them! Y/N overworked themselves last week, so their fatigue levels might still be high.”
“O-Ortho please don’t say ‘fatigue levels’ out loud like they’re a stat bar…”
“They’re not sick. They’re just conked out from studying. Again.”
“Then we should make sure they’re sleeping safely. Idia, you want to, right?”

Idia’s face turns pink, eyes darting everywhere.
“W-Wha— I— that’s— I didn’t say that— That’s a weird assumption flag— I’m not— but—” he sighs in defeat. “…Fine. But only because you’ll bug me about it forever.”
Grim opens the door wider.

“Then come in. Just don’t wake ‘em.”

Ortho floats ahead like an excited drone. Idia tiptoes like someone avoiding landmines.

He steps inside reluctantly after Grim lets them in, expecting a short visit. When he sees Y/N collapsed over their desk, asleep with a notebook stuck to their cheek, his throat tightens.

“They’re right over—”
“Oh no…”
“What— oh.” Idia’s hair flickers with visible stress.

Y/N is asleep at their desk — ink smudged on their hand, cheek pressed to an open notebook, head bent at an awful angle. Books surround them in messy heaps. The ghosts hover overhead, fretting silently.

Idia covering his mouth, horrified. “T-That posture is a debuff waiting to happen. That’s like +50 neck strain, +30 back pain, and guaranteed status ailment: morning regret.” steps closer despite himself. “Why do they do this…? This is like the worst way to AFK.”
“They must have worked really hard. Their vitals look stable, though! That’s good.” Ortho adds with relief.
“Yeah… Stable is good.”
“They do this all the time. Studying until they face-plant. It’s their thing.”
“That’s not a ‘thing,’ Grim-shi. That’s a self-destructive player habit.” Idia mumbles with a mix of exasperation and fondness.

Idia moves closer. He crouches, very slowly, as if approaching a rare creature.

Idia’s voice barely above a whisper. “Y/N… You’re gonna respawn with a headache if you keep this up.”
“You’re not waking them, right?”
“No! I’m not insane. I don’t want to trigger a jump-scare event.”

“We should make them more comfortable! Should I lift them onto the bed?” Ortho exclaims cheerfully, but quietly.
Idia waves his arms in panic. “NO— no no no— absolutely not. That’s… too much. That’s like… a death flag for me.”
“Then what do you wanna do?”
After a moment, he carefully slides a book out from under Y/N’s arm so their head isn’t pressing into a sharp corner.
“There. Micro-adjustment. Stealth buff.”
“You’re really gentle with them, Nii-san.” Ortho quietly adds.

Idia blushes at Ortho’s words, then, he places the USB near Y/N’s hand.
“When they wake up, tell them this updates automatically and to plug it in before they start studying again. It boosts efficiency… and keeps them from staying up all night.”
“I’ll tell ‘em.” Grim nods.
Ortho smiles. “Thank you for letting us in, Grim!”
“Yeah yeah. You two aren’t so bad.”

Idia immediately heads for the door. “Okaygreatwe’regoingbye—”
“Nii-san! Slow down! That’s rude!”

MALLEUS DRACONIA
Malleus comes simply because he wished to visit Y/N, as he does often, bringing them a small trinket from Briar Valley. It was nothing extravagant — just a tiny dragon figurine that glowed faintly when touched — but he had thought of Y/N the moment he saw it and wanted to give it to them in person.

He raised his hand and knocked gently on the old wooden door. The door creaked open a moment later, revealing a sleepy Grim rubbing his eyes.

“Nyah…? Oh, it’s you, Malleus,” Grim yawned. “Y/N’s already asleep. They crashed hard after studying all day. Come back tomorrow or something.”

Malleus tilted his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I see. However, I would still like to see them, if only for a moment.”

Before Grim could protest, Malleus had already stepped inside with that effortless grace of his, the chill of night air following him like a cloak. Grim blinked, too tired (and slightly intimidated) to argue as the tall fae prince moved further into the dorm.

Malleus stopped in the living room.

There they were — slumped over the old wooden table, surrounded by open textbooks and scattered notes. Their head rested at an awkward angle on their arm, shoulders tense, brow furrowed even in sleep. The sight made something tighten in Malleus’s chest.

The Ramshackle ghosts hovered nearby, looking helpless.

Malleus gave them a small, understanding nod before approaching them quietly. Without hesitation, he slid one arm beneath Y/N’s knees and the other behind their back, lifting them as though they weighed nothing at all. They stirred slightly but didn’t wake, only letting out a tired sigh as he carried them to their bed.

He laid them down with utmost care, adjusting the pillows and pulling the blanket over them. His long fingers brushed a strand of hair from their face with surprising gentleness.

“Rest well, Child of Man,” he whispered.

With a soft glow of green magic, he cast a simple spell that eased the tension in their muscles and warded off any nightmares that might disturb their sleep. Then he placed the small silver dragon trinket on the pillow beside their head, where they would see it first thing in the morning.

Malleus stood there for a long moment, watching over them with a calm expression. The ancient fae prince, feared by so many, looked almost soft in the dim light.

Grim peeked into the room, ears twitching. “You’re really whipped for them, huh?”

Malleus glanced at the small monster, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Indeed. They are very precious to me.”

He turned back to Grim, lowering his voice. “If they wake and need anything at all — no matter the hour — summon me immediately. I will come.”

Grim nodded, unusually quiet. “Yeah, yeah… I got it.”

Malleus gave one last lingering look at their sleeping form before silently disappearing.

[moondim]

Mr. Loverman

Summary: The Housewardens' behaviour after figuring out they have a crush on someone (you)!

A/N: GN!reader, reader was written with Yuu in mind but doesn't have to be. I feel like I'm a bit mean to Leona here but he's actually my favourite of the characters on this list. Reblogs appreciated!

Warnings: Some of them get a little angsty. Discussions of death and mortality in Malleus'. They're all kind of pathetic

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

• Riddle does take a while to realise it, and practically everyone else in Heartslabyul notices his feelings for you before he does.

• In all fairness, Riddle doesn't have much to go off of here. He barely experienced normal friendship in his childhood, so I doubt he's ever properly had a crush on anyone in his life. Maybe fictional characters. His frame of reference is basically non-existent, so you'll forgive him for being rather clueless.

• It was extremely obvious to everyone around you two though. Most in his dorm didn't say anything to him about it, aside from Cater who would make a few teasing remarks here and there (and quickly pass it off as a joke), and of course Ace, who was particularly annoying about it whenever he thought you were getting special treatment.

• When he does realise, his immediate reaction is worry.

• Riddle doesn't have many close friends. And the ones he does have, he's scared to lose. That includes you, even if he now knows his feelings for you are beyond platonic friendship. You are still important to him as a friend, too, and he doesn't want to lose that.

• Once he realises his crush, his behaviour does absolutely change around you. I don't necessarily see him as the tsundere type? But he will be very easily embarrassed by small acts of kindness or really anything that shows you care about him. He may even attempt to distance himself a bit, because he doesn't want to make a fool of himself in front of you.

• As for whether he'd confess, I think he ultimately would, but he'd agonise over it quite a bit.

• Like I already said, he doesn't want to lose you. Even if his feelings aren't returned, he would want to stay friends, and he wouldn't want things to change between you two either. For this reason, he put off being honest about his feelings for quite a while; but ultimately came to the conclusion that he had to.

• It came down to Riddle thinking it would be unfair to keep it from you. He feels guilty for "lying," in a way, and ends up getting it out there just because he thinks you deserve to know, rather than because he truly thinks you'll reciprocate.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

• Leona's difficult. About everything

• Something in him knew he felt a certain type of way about you a very long time ago, but it took him a lot longer to admit that to himself, even longer to even think of admitting it to anyone else.

• His first strategy is to ignore you, as well as his feelings for you, thinking that if it's just a meaningless crush, it'll go away. When it doesn't, he'll spend a good while sulking and angsting about it in bed.

• When he finally comes to terms with it, his behaviour is kind of confusing. Hear me out: I think he fumbles, but in the way that he overthinks, so goddamn much.

• It's very difficult to just have a conversation with this man post-him accepting his feelings for you, because every time he speaks to you, he's over-analysing every word that comes out of your mouth, turning it over a million times in his head before arriving at the "best" conclusion as to what to do next. The problem with this is that it just makes him come across as very strange.

• Nothing he says is natural or seems like a normal response, or something that should come out of his mouth. It's like he's committed to a 4d chess game thinking you're on the same wavelength while you are playing checkers.

• He's also fully aware of how embarrassing every interaction with you is for him and beats himself up over it relentlessly. Sometimes Ruggie will give him a look as if to say "are you good man? what was that?" and Leona wants to disappear.

• Would he confess? I'm honestly not sure - leaning towards no. Leona is a person so full of self-loathing that I think he's more likely to resign himself to pining from a distance, with the reasoning that he feels you shouldn't have to put up with him and his plethora of issues.

• I can, however, see him confessing for a similar reason to Riddle - because he thinks you deserve to just know. I also think he might confess if he thinks that it might be his last chance to do so at any point, if that makes sense.

• Honestly just take the initiative and confess to him yourself. It's so much easier.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

• So, unfortunately for you, Azul on his own is kind of hopeless with a crush. But, unfortunately for him, Azul is not on his own!

• Azul is actually pretty decent at hiding his feelings for you behind a poker-face, but he can only pass it off to people who don't know him well. Jade and Floyd know him very well.

• They're extremely unhelpful at first and do nothing but embarrass him. They don't directly say anything about it to you, but Jade gives you both knowing looks whenever he sees Azul speaking to you, and Floyd has made sneaky little remarks about it in front of you in the past, which he thinks is funny to do because it always makes Azul flail in trying to shut him up.

• They start taking it more seriously over time when they start realising that Azul really doesn't plan to do anything about his feelings.

• He's insecure, absolutely riddled with self-doubt, and as childish as it may sound, he is scared of being laughed at. Of coming to you with his feelings and being made a laughingstock, treated the same way by you as he was by his peers when he was a child.

• This basically answers the question of whether or not he would confess: No. Absolutely not.

• That is, for the time being. Like I said, he isn't alone.

• Jade and Floyd won't actually sit him down and have a heartfelt conversation about this with him, that's not really how their dynamic is. However, they will start actively trying to set the two of you up. Literally "Jade asking Azul to meet him at a specific time while Floyd does the same to you, only for neither of them to show up and you and Azul are alone together" type schemes going on here.

• It's mostly just endless ploys to get the two of you alone together to just, talk. In the hopes that, eventually, Azul will become comfortable enough with you to let his guard down and finally just tell you. They are sincerely trying to help.

• Time is running out though, because if Azul doesn't do it soon, Floyd might get bored and tell you instead.

KALIM AL-ASIM

• Kalim is also going to take a while to realise he has a crush on you. Jamil might actually have to tell him, because he's likely to start doing kind of romantic things with you (i.e holding hands, calling you beautiful, buying you very expensive gifts) without really seeing any of it as romantic. Once he's told, it all clicks in his head, and he comes to terms with it very easily.

• Too easily, in fact.

• Kalim's biggest problem is that he is going to come off way too strong, way too fast. And Jamil is going to have to be the one to listen to him go on about it and try to give him advice.

• Kalim's notes so far on what not to do (from experience):

• Do not skip everything and jump straight to marriage. He just thought it would be the quickest, most efficient, most romantic declaration of his love! To tell you that he wants to be together forever. But marriage is, of course, a process that could potentially uproot your entire life, and is a big step forward even for couples who have been together for years. So perhaps it shouldn't be the first step. He didn't return the ring though, just in case he gets to use it in the future.

• Don't tell people you are dating when neither of you have even asked the other out. He just thought it was obvious that you both liked each other, so he assumed that meant you were dating. He did end up referring to you as his "partner" to quite a few people though, so he had to correct that.

• No pet names, no extravagant gestures, and no absurdly expensive gifts. "Just don't come off too strong in general," was what Jamil said. "You'll scare them off."

• Eventually, he will settle down and give you a normal, toned-down confession. Ignore the fireworks that go off right after. He definitely did not order those.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

• Vil's situation is still a bit complicated, but he's far less awkward about the whole thing than a lot of the others on this list. He's actually just a pretty normal guy with a crush.

• Firstly, his demeanour doesn't change much. He won't get shy around you, if anything he gets far bolder, and I do absolutely see him as the type to flirt. He'd like it if he can get a flirty banter dynamic going with you before anything becomes official.

• Secondly, I think he might be prone to jealousy, and unfortunately he can get pretty nasty about it. I think he'd act quite petty if he noticed you getting a bit too close to someone else, or worse, if you actually had a date.

• Don't get me wrong, he does just want you to be happy. But some selfish part in him wants to be the reason you're happy, rather than some other student who he likely sees as an overall inferior option for you compared to himself. His logic is that you deserve only the best in life - and it doesn't get much better than Vil Schoenheit, does it?

• All of that being said, when he decides to finally be forthcoming with you about his feelings, he will respect your choice. Especially because he's actually kind of worried too.

• He is a world-famous celebrity. And he's completely straightforward with you, about the media attention you would receive if your relationship was to go public, about the potential backlash, the stress, all of it.

• Even if the feelings are mutual, he wants you to be very sure of your decision beyond just that and for you to understand the risks involved. He might even tell you to take a bit more time to think it over.

IDIA SHROUD

• Oh god oh no, oh Seven oh fuck

• Predictably not even remotely chill about it at all.

• Idia actively hides from you. He just knows he can't speak to you because every time he does, he says or does something so embarrassing and cringeworthy that he's going to lay awake at night thinking about.

• I do think he kind of stalks you though. He doesn't creep on you in your room or anything, but he'll use the cameras he has set up all over Sage Island to just... keep an eye on you sometimes. Yes, he is aware that this is creepy, even Ortho says so, and he feels bad about it. But he just likes to look at you.

• He ends up treating you like some kind of un-attainable goal. He fantasises about being in a relationship with you in a similar way to how one would with fictional characters or celebrities; he's aware it will always remain as just a fantasy, something he can never have in the real world, and he's okay with that. He thinks he is, at least.

• He does talk about you to Ortho quite often. Ortho is the only person he can talk to about stuff like this. And of course, his little brother is supportive, telling him to just go for it, because he never knows what might happen!

• But he won't. He can't.

• He's a Shroud. His life already has a predetermined path. He'll work at S.T.Y.X, hidden away from the rest of the world, fulfilling his family's duty until he dies and passes the burden onto the future generation. If he were to enter a relationship with someone or potentially marry them, they would have to share that existence with him. It feels like too much to ask of anyone. So he just won't.

• I don't think he'd ever confess.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

• Malleus is afraid of losing you. He's afraid of losing a friend, and afraid of losing a lover, whether it be because he does something wrong or because your life will inevitably come to an end long before his will.

• He's another one who flirts quite brazenly, though behind the scenes I can see him having a crisis over this. He wants to tell you, he has to tell you, but there are a lot of things he needs to come to terms with first. Not the least of which is that he will have to watch you age and die.

• He considers for a moment, if it would be kinder on his heart to never let your relationship blossom into something more. But he can't imagine living the rest of his long life thinking of you as something that could've been.

• He thinks of Lilia, who took in a human son. He must have been aware of how short the lives of humans are, and how little time he would have to spend with Silver. But he did it anyway, fully aware of the suffering he will face once the time comes for Silver to pass. Why? He spends a long time agonising over the question.

• Why let love into your life when you know it will only last a short duration, and ultimately leave you heartbroken?

• Lilia and Silver also answer this question for him. Because the people you love leave an impact far beyond the amount of time they remain in your life for. They leave behind memories and lingering feelings of love and joy, and things you've learned from loving them.

• And when he remembers you far into the future, he'd prefer to feel that bittersweet happiness, rather than regret and longing over what he never had the guts to pursue.

• He confesses. And he swears to devote himself to making your fleeting life one full of happy memories.

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writing sexual content of second years (except for silver) while using excuse that they turned 18 in game, when they’re freshly 18, is genuinely weird. might be just me though.

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Rielle Corallia sd sprite attack animations

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stoppp he’s so adorable😭😭

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With Your Name Carved in my Heart

summary: Kalim is more complex than most people realize, and even he isn't immune to negative emotions. during a quiet night, he spills his guts about not feeling enough, which leads to a heart to heart shared between you both.

pairing: kalim al asim x gn! reader

tw: mentions of neglect and toxic family life

note: this is lowkey a character study, and I hope I didn't botch Kalim. I do think he's more complex than we realize, and I really wanted to give him a space to unpack that. I love Kalim sm, he's seriously underrated.

wc: 1.9k

Master List

No one really saw past Kalim’s sunny smile and joyous disposition. To the world, he was a naive, overly happy, spoiled son of one of the most rich merchant families in the world. He had important ties, his own cousin being the prince of the Scalding Sands. Many people liked to use Kalim’s personality to their advantage, it didn’t help that he was so willing to give everything he had away. Yet if anyone took a chance to look deeper, you would start to see the cracks in the foundation.

While Kalim was the firstborn son, it doesn’t mean that he got much love and attention from his family, as not only did he have caretakers, but five siblings followed him shortly after. Kalim learned that he had to smile all the time, to be happy, because if he showed fear, sadness or anger, his younger siblings quickly latched on to those emotions, and it could have disastrous effects. His younger sister scraped her knee? He’d smile brightly, calling her brave as he handed her a lollipop as the attendants cleaned and bandaged it. His younger brother was sad because they hadn’t seen their father in a long time? Big hugs and smiles as he takes him on an adventure to get his mind off of the lack of attention their parents gave. 

Outside of Jamil, Kalim had learned from a young age that many people did not care for him outside of what he could offer them. During elegant parties hosted by his families, the older folks would comment on what he would inherit in his future, side eyeing his clothes, his jewelry, and him as a person. While he was mainly taught in his home, the times he did try to bond with other kids his age, they’d all ooo and awe at his jewels, and ask for food, or money, and if he didn’t give them what they wanted they grew disinterested. 

Even Jamil wasn’t truly his friend, but an indentured servant who was tasked with caring for Kalim. Kalim wanted nothing more than to befriend Jamil, but Jamil couldn’t look past his anger and hatred towards being put in such a position, and blamed Kalim for all his problems in life. It was unfair for all parties involved (though it was more unfair for Jamil than anyone else).

Then you came into the picture. Kalim treated you like anyone else, with enthusiasm and joy at the thought of a potential new friend. His first thought was to shower you with parties and parades, because if he didn’t entertain you, would you leave him too? Yet you were different. You didn’t take every chance to accept more of his money, you didn’t bask in the parades and parties. In fact, you would pull him away, in a secluded, tucked in area and get to know him better personally. When he tried to lavish you in extra jewelry he had, you merely put it back on him and would say something along the lines of–

“It looks better on you.”

In fact, you introduced him to something he wasn’t used to. While he loved his siblings with all his heart, he wasn’t stupid. He noticed the tensions they felt as they grew, the disdain they may hold for him as the oldest. He also loved Jamil, he wanted to believe with his whole heart that Jamil genuinely cared for him back, but he couldn’t ignore the sighs, nor the looks of annoyance sent towards him. But who would like him if he showed that it affected him? Kalim didn’t want to be alone, so he did his best to just suck it up and take everything. 

Then you did something no one had before. You always looked at him with genuine curiosity for what he had to say. You would ask him what he preferred, and why. You would sit with him even if there was no party, nor parade, or even adventure. He didn’t have to always be loud, or enthusiastic, or have to do anything to keep your attention, you just…cared. You seemed to genuinely like him, and it made him all warm and fuzzy and made him up his antics even more than normal when you were around. He couldn’t help it! He just loved you so much it made him volatile! He was always so giddy around you he felt like a volcano about to burst!

Yet things started changing. As his fondness and love for you continued each day, the thought of not seeing you felt suffocating, you started to drift a little. Not in a big way. You still smiled brightly when Kalim was silly, you would still link your arms together, or greet him with a giant squeeze of a hug, but your eyes would drift. Your time spent with him felt shared, no longer something sacred shared between you both. 

Kalim loved you, and he loved Jamil, and seeing you both get along so well made his heart swell with joy. It was all he could ask for, two of the most important people in his life also like each other. So why did it hurt him when you turned your focus away from him when Jamil would enter the room? Why did it ruin his mood when you smiled when mentioning something Jamil told you? Why did it feel like he was losing you when you never even left his side? He wasn’t used to such unpleasant emotions swirling within him. Everything else he could handle, the neglect, the fickle, the feeling of never being quite enough. Yet this, the questioning, wondering if he was enough, if you’d grow bored and it just took you longer to come to the same conclusion as everyone else. 

It was eating him alive. 

He found himself clinging to you more, absorbing the amused smile you sent his way each time he’d cling to you more. He’d make sure your favorite dishes were always present when you were around, hoping at the very least you would come back for the food. He was honestly a chaotic mess. To the untrained eye, he was just acting like normal, sunshine incarnate, but you noticed. You always did. You noticed the way Kalim’s smile would strain, like he was mourning something he had yet to lose. The way he would beg you to stay more and more often, like he was never going to see you again. You hated it.

It was growing late, Kalim’s sunny temperament hadn’t died down in the slightest as the two of you laid side by side. You watched on silently as his smile dimmed, not from being unhappy, just the need for rest finally catching up, his ruby eyes drooped as your heads rested on pillows. Yet that one question that had been gnawing on you slipped past your sleepy mind.

“Are you okay?” You ask, fingers curling by your silk pillow, eyes taking in the housewarden across from you.

“Of course I am,” Kalim smiles, his own hand inching closer to your own, the urge to hold it itching him. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’ve been acting strange recently,” You explain, shifting your head to get more comfortable. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright. It’s okay if you’re not, I don’t mind listening.”

Something in him cracked at that. The way your hair fell around your face, the two of you under his blanket pulled up to your shoulders. He really, really, really didn’t want to lose you. You had become someone so special to him, and he cherished you more than he could ever realize, and he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

 “Do you like me?”

It came out like a scared animal, hushed and vulnerable. Something that was so unlike him. 

“Of course.” Your reply was instant, not an ounce of hesitation. You cared for him so much, and you didn’t want him second guessing that.

Kalim’s hand inched towards your own once more, your pinkies brushing as his eyes settled towards the contact, “Sometimes I feel like you’ll grow bored of me.” The admission was honest, coming from a deep place that had been slowly bleeding for years that he kept covered with his reassuring smile and naivete. 

Your heart clenched, eyebrows furrowing at such a statement. Linking your pinkies, you contest his negative thought, “I’d never grow bored of you. I like you Kalim, more than you realize. I never want you to think otherwise. I love spending time with you, because you are so kind, sweet, and caring and you make me feel seen in ways no one else has.” 

“Really?” He asks, eyes peering into yours, trying to find any hint of deception (he finds none). “Because you make me feel that way too. You make me so happy, I never want this to end.”

“It may change,” You murmur, shuffling a bit closer. “But it doesn’t have to end.”

“Will you stay with me?” Kalim can’t help but to ask, also shuffling closer to you, his hand wrapping around yours. “After we graduate, and if you haven’t found a way back home yet. Would you come home with me? I’ll make sure you’re well cared for.”

“I already am well cared for,” You grin, kissing the back of his hand, effectively melting his heart. “I’m honored you’d bring me with you.”

“Of course I’d bring you!” Kalim pouts, your faces merely inches apart, you intertwined hands pinned between you both. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Would your parents be okay with that though?” You question, doubts creeping in. As much as you’d love to imagine a sunny paradise with Kalim by your side, things were never that simple. 

“They’ll have to be,” He huffed, finally relaxing as your warmth seeped into him. “‘Cus if you can’t come back with me, then I’d just follow you.” 

“I love you.”

The words left your lips without permission, but you meant it wholeheartedly. Kalim’s grin brightened, no more doubts and insecurities pulling it down. A great weight finally lifted off his heart, and he couldn’t stop himself from letting go of your hand to wrap you in a giant hug. 

“I love you too!” He exclaimed, burying his head in the nape of your neck. “I love you so so so so so much! Let's have a huge wedding! With peacocks, and elephants! I’ll make sure no one can doubt how much I love you.”

You can’t help but laugh, slightly flustered at both Kalim being so close, as well as him already planning your marriage. It seems that that answers if you both were confessing as friends or not (not that you minded). 

“I don’t think anyone can doubt that,” You smile, arms wrapped around his torso as you nuzzle your face into the top of his head. “I only ask that you don’t doubt my love either.”

“I won’t!” Kalim shouts, pulling away slightly to meet your eyes, his face deadly serious. “I’m sorry for doubting you before, it won’t happen ever again. I promise.” 

“I believe you,” You chuckle, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Now let’s go to sleep, I’m tired.”

“Okay,” He murmurs, falling back into place and snuggling as close as he can to you. “Can you sleep over tomorrow too? And the night after that? This is really nice.”

“Sure,” You agree, fingers carding through his short hair, the lull of sleep slowly claiming you. 

“Goodnight, love,” You sigh contentedly.

“Goodnight, ya rouhi.”

ya rouhi = my soul

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how i genuinely crave a partner like kalim 😞😞😞

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Engaged and Married life with Kalim

You: I think my favourite thing about being engaged is when I ask my fiancé “who’s my future husband?”

You: kind of the same way you ask a dog “who’s a good boy?” and he gets really excited and goes:

Kalim: ITS ME!!!! I AM FUTURE HUSBAND!!

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You: news update, we have been married for almost 6 months now. 6 months and 3 days, and he still gets excited when i come home and say “where is husband?” He’ll pop up from wherever he is or whatever he’s doing and say:

Kalim: HELLO ITS ME! I AM HERE!

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early birthday art for Kalim <33 also squeezed in my yumeship hehe

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➽ Domesticity with Aren Kuboyasu

Boyfriend!Aren Kuboyasu x gn!reader. 1.4k words. tw: swearing.

⟢ Not living together

⟢ Aren is the first person you see when you walk out of your house/apartment, immediately looking the other way as if he wasn’t pressing his ear on the door to hear when you were coming. He’d wake up early everyday, with the excitement and intention to walk you to school. The first time he walked you to school he internally screamed the whole way. THE GOOD SCREAMING. He just couldn’t believe someone trusts him this much, especially someone like you. (He definitely thinks you’re WAYYY out of his league.)

⟢ The former delinquent is always on his best behavior around you, however the little slips are what makes him him. His righteous personality to help others, understand others, and protect them are HARDDD. Meaning? He can’t NOT do that with you. Get ready to have princess treatment 24/7. You can carry your own bag? Too bad. He’s already slinging it over his shoulder. The sun is getting in your eyes? He’s already moving, raising a hand to help block the blinding light. And it’s all natural to him. Sure, he’s blushing and overthinking everything as he does these actions but he never questions it, he wants to take care of the person he loves. The only thing he does question is if you’ll be uncomfortable or not.

⟢ He definitely cooks for you. AND HE’S A GREAT COOK TOO. Don’t be surprised if he says something along the lines of “I accidentally made extra.” at lunch time, because this man will absolutely ask your friends what your favorite food is. Or maybe he’d ask you and make it the next day saying he was “just craving it”. The blush on his face says otherwise… 🤭 OH and if you love sweet things more than savory? He is LEARNING. Staying up to learn how to make your favorite baked goods. He’d be too shy to give you any that doesn’t look perfect, but if you DO eat those? He’s yours forever (not that he wasn’t anyways-) but in that moment he’s at war with himself to go down on one knee RIGHT THEN AND THERE. 

⟢ Aren is an ‘acts of service’ guy through and through. Hair getting in your eyes? He’s brushing it back or tucking it behind your ear, not even overthinking it. It just comes so naturally to him. Only if you blush will he realize and blush too, turning away to try and not out himself when we all know he’s so head over heels. He’ll study hard, stay up reading until the first crack of dawn, just so he can help teach you on a subject or topic you were struggling on. He wants to help you, genuinely, and a part of him likes it when you lean onto him. When you compliment him?? OH HE IS REDDDD. AND SO SMUG. SO SMUG. He’ll help do your homework if he sees you’re tired, trying his best to replicate your handwriting if he has to. 

⟢ Aren is the type of lover that will find out what your love language is so he can show you in your language how much he loves you. He’ll buy you your favorite snacks and hand them over like it wasn’t a big deal, and then hands over a whole bag full of them when he sees your smile. He’s the type to bring spare shoes if he sees you decided to wear any shoes that might be uncomfortable in a few hours. OH BUT HE ALSO LOVES FOREHEAD KISSES. GIVING OR RECEIVING HE DIES. 

⟢ Living together

⟢ He’ll wake you up with breakfast in bed if you’re feeling unwell, tired, or just mentally drained. It’s perfectly made just the way you like it and he’ll bring his own breakfast to eat next to you. If you want to talk then he listens earnestly, dropping a few “NO WAY”, “WHAT??”, “SHE SAID THAT?” to show you he’s paying attention. Also he just really loves being able to be in your world. If you don’t want to talk then he’ll do the talking. Gently bringing up things like what he’s interested in recently, new hobbies, old hobbies, his friends and the stupid thing Nendo did the other day, or maybe something even as simple as “Let’s go out together today. Ya craving anything?” He’ll press his lips softly to your forehead, gently pulling you in for a hug that he tries to not hold you too tightly. If you like tight hugs though? Oh- this man is giving you SUCH a tight hug. Like those Ghibli hugs, absolutely just holding you close to his heart where you can hear the fast and steady beat. Sometimes he might say something you don’t expect, like, “Hear that? That’s how ya make me feel every time you smile. Shit drives me crazy sometimes, ya know that?”

⟢ Aren is keeping you in bed, if you gotta get up early to be somewhere? Make sure to spare 5 to 10 minutes of pure cuddling. “No… Don’ go yet… 5 more minutes…” The first 6 minutes he’s holding you close, still half asleep, the next 2 minutes is spent staring at you, stars in his eyes. The last 2 minutes is him kissing you, soft gentle presses of lips against your forehead and then finally your lips. He wants to prolong the moment as much as he can. When you finally come back home he greets you with a kiss and dinner <3 

⟢ He’s also is a big touch guy, so around your guys place he’ll always brush past you, a hand lightly hovering around your waist or hip. But at the same time it makes him go crazy, he’s always shy when it comes to you. He just wants to treat you well so he’ll definitely overthink almost everything. Cup his cheeks and say you’re fine? Aren is melting, immediately pulling you into a tight hug with a “Ya too fuckin’ cute, love…” he’d mumble into your hair. 

⟢ Moving around the kitchen together is probably one of his favorite things. When both of you cook together, moving, opening the fridge, chopping vegetables and stirring the pot. It all feels so natural, especially with Aren complimenting your skills even if you mess up. If you’re tired then he’s picking you up, placing you on the counter, and then cooking. He won’t let you even lift a finger. Try to help by handing him vegetables or a peeler? “O-Oi! I told ya to sit and rest, let me do it for ya.” He’ll sometimes raise his voice and act a little angry, he’s not angry, he's flustered as hell. He’ll swear here and there but when you guys have arguments he’ll never swear at you. 

⟢ Arguments with Aren are a whirlwind.His voice is raised and he’s a bit pushy. He wants to solve the problem now. Fix the misunderstanding right at that moment. He’s afraid of losing you, thinking that every argument needs to be immediately resolved meaning he won't voice out his concerns or his side. If you want time alone? He panics. “You’ll come back… won’t ya?” But overtime in your relationship he improves. He’s a pretty straightforward guy so he’ll be clear. If you look upset though he panics and immediately gets softer. 

⟢ Before going out Aren will check and double check that you have protective gear on, if you’re taking his bike. He’s the type who wraps you up before going out in the winter COMPLETELY, he’ll fuss over you just to make sure you’ll be safe. He’ll keep a hand on yours throughout the whole ride, making the excuse of making sure you hold on tight to be safe when in reality he just wants you close. Aren will absolutely not do any wheelies or tricks or whatnot if you’re backpacking—he absolutely will if you’re watching though, wanting to show off to you—but other than that he’s absolutely afraid of causing or being the reason you get hurt, whether physical or emotional.

⟢ Bonus: He absolutely loves it if you wear his glasses. They’re fake anyways but seeing something of his on you?? Yeah he’s gonna have a heart attack. Heck, if you haven't done it for a while he’ll start acting weird 

“Ya haven’t done that thing yet…” “What thing?” “D-don’t play dumb! You know! The glasses thing.”

A/N: the crush I have on this guy is illegal. BUT I FEEL LIKE IT IS ILLEGAL. I liked him when I was 15 and now i'm 18. Shit feels illegal.

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OH AREN HOW I LOVE YOU😭😭😭😭

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oh my goodness,, i forgot i had wattpad😭 i was so intensely obsessed with blue lock that i even wrote extremely cringy fics. i really want to delete them all but so many people in the comment section are asking me to not delete it😔😔 should i start posting there my TWST drabbles/headcanons too…..

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please explain to me the difference between madol and thaumarks? I thought it was a coin vs bill situation but i'm not sure?? does it even matter? ToT

There actually is a difference between JP’s madol and EN’s thaumarks!

Madol’s irl equivalent would be similar to the Japanese yen, whereas thaumark’s irl equivalent would be closer to the American dollar. Please note that I use the American dollar as reference since EN was initially the North American only server before expanding to other regions. The Canadian dollar’s value is a little wonkier, so I went with the American dollar for simplicity’s sake.

These values roughly align with the conversion rate between the yen and the dollar. For example, when Ace reads about the prize money for the winners of SDC/VDC:

In English, he says the prize amount is 50,000 thaumarks. In Japanese, he says the prize amount is 500万 (500-man), or 50 million madol. Therefore, the yen (madol) and the dollar (thaumark) appear to be different, even if they refer to roughly equal values.

Notably, this does NOT impact gameplay elements. You are still charged the same number when leveling up your characters using madol or thaumarks.

The only times when the madol/thaumark difference comes into play is when the characters discuss the costs of items or services. This localization decision most likely occurs because English-speaking players most likely reside in western countries who may find it odd that a $1 candy bar in their country suddenly costs “100” (in madol) in Twisted Wonderland. The Japanese, meanwhile, would not find this strange; the inverse would be true for them, the Japanese players might be confused by a normally 100 yen candy bar with the price of “1” (in thaumarks).

Here are examples from Azul at the end of book 3. Take note of the different numbers used for madol versus thaumarks:

(Even then, please note that these changes may be inconsistent. Sometimes the same numerical values are used regardless of the server; for example, Crowley says the broken chandelier from the prologue are both a billion madol in JP and a billion marks in EN.)

Another difference is that EN mentions a new element to their currency; the “sorcent”, which would be like cents. The “sorcent” does not exist in JP; for values even as small as “1” (which would be more like 0.01 for you Americans), JP still uses madol (マドル). See Riddle’s dialogue from 2-5 of Port Fest:

[twstowo]

When they like the same person [Kalim vs. Jamil]

♡︎No dumb Kalim propaganda here! This is after the overblot.

♡︎ Should I do this for other characters?

「 ✦ Silver & Sebek ✦ 」

Are they aware?

They are both aware that they like the same person.

Jamill sees it from far away, as Kalim is persistent on having you around all the time, on the gifts he gives you and on the way he always invites you to dance at the parties.

Kalim spots it when he sees Jamil’s shoulder relax when you are with him, when he sees that he keeps on preparing extra food to give it to you, and when his voice seems less sarcastic when he talks with you.

They don’t confront each other about it, at least not in the beginning.

Jamil starts with subtle approaches. Whenever Kalim is spending time with you, he uses his servant statues to take him away.

"They said they were tired, Kalim. I’m taking them back to the lounge. You have guests to attend to, don't you? Don't let me keep you from your duties."

or

“Kalim, the Housewardens’ meeting starts in ten minutes. I’ll stay here and finish explaining the lesson to them, don't worry, I'm sure I can make it much clearer than you were just doing.”

Kalim spots this after a while, but he isn’t exactly sure if Jamil likes you or if he is just trying to find a way to ruin his life subtly.

“I know what you are doing, Jamil! You’re trying to take them away because you think they’re just another thing I don't deserve. Is that all this is? Are you only pretending to care about them because it’s the one thing you can actually steal from me?”

This is a direct hit to Jamil’s heart. Kalim is calling out the fact that Jamil’s feelings might be fueled by competition rather than the love he was actually harbouring for you.

How do they deal with it?

Jamil wants to release himself from the fact that he is still a servant. He wants nothing more than to take your attention away from Kalim and show you how much more interesting he is.

He starts doing things for you that Kalim simply can't. He’ll fix something of yours that broke or teach you a complex spell. He wants to shout at you and tell you that Kalim might be able to give you the world, but he is the only one who can truly understand you.

Kalim is a luxury, but he? He is a necessity in your life.

Kalim, on the other hand, seems to want to take a step back since he feels bad for Jamil, but there is something in you that doesn’t allow him to stay far for long.

He’ll be halfway down the hall before his feet just stop. He starts thinking about how much he misses your voice or the way you laugh at his stories. Within ten minutes, he’s back to being next to you.

He tells himself he is just trying to keep your friendship, but even he is starting to realise he can't let go. He knows Jamil is hurting, but the thought of you being closer to Jamil than you are to him makes his chest feel tight.

Do they step back?

They both did at the beginning, but it started getting heated as it went on.

At first, Jamil probably thought he could handle it with dignity. He’d step back to prove he wasn't obsessed. But seeing you smile at Kalim’s jokes felt like a thousand needles stabbing his heart.

He stops stepping back entirely.

It turns into a game of who can do it better. If Kalim brings you a drink, Jamil is right there with your favourite drink, chilled to the perfect temperature. He wants to drown out Kalim’s presence.

Kalim stopped feeling bad for Jamil the moment he realised Jamil was actively trying to push him out. He uses his status more aggressively. He’ll call for a feast or a trip just so he can be the one sitting beside you on the magic carpet, and he will interrupt a private moment between you and Jamil just to remind Jamil that he’s still the Housewarden.

"Jamil, haven't you been working all day? Why don't you go rest? I'll take over from here."

"I'm not the one who looks exhausted from doing nothing, Kalim. Why don't you go lie down? I'm sure they prefer someone who can actually hold a conversation."

How do they act when the other gets picked?

Jamil throws himself back into work. He’ll scrub floors that are already clean or stay up all night perfecting schedules. He wants to prove to himself that he doesn't need you, that he is fine by himself.

He looks at the two of you from across the room and thinks. “Fine. Go back to the sunshine. See how long it takes for him to forget your favourite things. I’ll be here when you realise that money doesn't keep you warm at night.”

Kalim tries so hard to be the good friend that he used to be before he caught feelings, but he isn't a good liar. He gets uncharacteristically quiet. Spacing out more than normal.

Whenever you tell him you are going to see Jamil, he tries to be supportive, but there is a slight catch in his voice that shows he is jealous. "Oh! That sounds like fun! Jamil is way better at explaining things than I am, anyway. Have a great time!"

Do they try a second time?

Kalim has spent his whole life being told he’s the center of the universe, but the Overblot taught him the cost of his own ignorance. If he sees you truly happy with Jamil, he will step back.

He looks at Jamil, who has had nothing of his own, and then looks at you.

He thinks, “I have everything. Jamil has finally found someone who makes him happy. How can I take that away from him, too?”

Jamil is the complete opposite. To Jamil, stepping back now feels like a death sentence.

He thinks. “Of course. Even now, Kalim gets everything without even trying.”

He won’t step back. Staying in your life as the indispensable friend who fixes your problems and understands your mind in ways Kalim never could. He might step back for a moment when you’re with Kalim, but he will wait for the perfect moment. For when your relationship with Kalim hits a rough patch, to remind you why he was the better choice all along.

[adxele]

this is so refreshing to read.

[rotten-despair]

♪~Yearning

Featuring: Kalim Al-Asim

A/N: My babyyyy 😭😭😭❤️❤️

kalim falls in love with you so easily that it honestly scares jamil a little. because kalim loves people naturally. he is affectionate, warm, endlessly eager to shower the people around him with attention and kindness. he makes friends quickly, trusts easily, and gets attached without much hesitation. so at first, nobody thinks much of it when he starts gravitating toward you constantly. of course kalim likes having you around. everyone likes having you around. he just happens to be more enthusiastic about it than most. except eventually, even kalim realizes something feels different. because he doesn't just enjoy your company, he craves it.

it starts innocently enough. kalim begins seeking you out first thing in the morning because seeing you somehow guarantees his day will feel better afterward. meals become more enjoyable when you sit beside him. school events become exciting because he gets to experience them with you. whenever something funny or interesting happens, his immediate instinct is to turn toward you first just to see your reaction. and honestly? he barely notices how attached he's become until other people start pointing it out.

"you've been following the prefect around all day." kalim blinks before looking over at jamil in confusion. "huh?" "you heard me." jamil sighs tiredly while crossing his arms. "every time they leave the room, you magically appear five seconds later." "...oh." kalim pauses thoughtfully. "wait, really?" jamil stares at him flatly. "yes, really."

the strange thing is that once kalim notices it, he still can't bring himself to stop. because being around you feels good in a way he can't fully explain. calming. exciting. comforting all at once. your presence slips naturally into every part of his routine until he genuinely struggles to remember what his days felt like before you became part of them. if he goes too long without seeing you, he gets restless without understanding why. if you seem upset, his mood drops immediately. and if someone else captures your attention for too long, this weird unpleasant feeling twists in his chest before he can identify it properly.

which is how kalim learns he can get jealous. poorly. "you've been talking to azul foreverrrr!" kalim complains dramatically while slumping across your shoulder later that evening. you blink in confusion. "it was like ten minutes." "that's forever!!" "kalim—" "and you laughed at his joke more than mine!" "...are you pouting right now?" "n—no.." he absolutely is.

things like physical affection makes everything worse. kalim is already naturally clingy with people he likes, but around you it becomes almost ridiculous. he wants to hold your hand constantly, drape himself across your shoulders during conversations, pull you into hugs whenever possible just because he can. one time you kissed his cheek casually in gratitude and kalim spent the next three hours smiling so brightly that even jamil looked concerned.

the problem is that kalim falls hard once he truly cares about someone. and he cares about you far too much. because unlike many people in his life, your affection never feels tied to his status or wealth. you spend time with him because you genuinely enjoy him, not because you want something from him. you scold him when he's reckless. laugh with him naturally. worry about him sincerely. and every bit of it settles warm and aching inside his chest because kalim is not used to feeling this... chosen. that realization affects him more deeply than he expects. especially late at night when things become quieter.

because underneath all his brightness, kalim carries loneliness more heavily than most people realize. growing up surrounded by servants, guards, expectations, and constant caution made genuine relationships difficult. people smiled at him often, but not always honestly. many cared more about the al-asim name than kalim himself. but you? you look at him like he is simply kalim. nothing more. nothing less. and somewhere along the line, that became precious enough to terrify him a little.

the realization itself happens during one of those soft quiet evenings in scarabia after dinner. kalim is rambling happily about some idea while the two of you lounge together surrounded by pillows and warm lantern light. eventually his words begin blending together because you start smiling at him in this terribly fond way that makes his heart stutter strangely in his chest. then you laugh softly and reach over to fix a piece of jewelry that had slipped crooked against his skin. such a tiny gesture. careless. gentle. and suddenly kalim feels everything crash together at once. every instinct to stay near you, every spike of jealousy, every ridiculous amount of happiness he feels whenever you choose him first. all of it settles into place so naturally that for a moment he can only stare at you in stunned silence. because oh. he's in love with you. completely and utterly in love with you. and judging by the way his chest feels too full to contain all this warmth suddenly, he probably has been for a while now.

"...kalim?" you blink at him curiously. "why are you looking at me like that?" he opens his mouth. then immediately smiles so brightly it nearly blinds you. "no reason!" you narrow your eyes suspiciously while kalim throws himself sideways into your lap dramatically to hide the fact that his entire face feels warm. meanwhile, buried beneath all his excitement and affection, one quiet thought keeps repeating over and over inside his chest. please stay. please keep choosing me like this.

[adxele]

oh how I love Kalim :( ❤️‍🩹