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haunted by creation ideas above my skill level

[mirroredfruit]

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㏂— sophie,, '10,, 7/29,, —㏘

gw: 45kg

📍40-eridani b

「 int/fj bisexual s-her hellenic polytheist(apollon devotee) chinese 」

‖ pomefiore pointed cap witch slytherin vertins suitcase cabin 38 anakt garden armed detective agency babel, royal institution of translation ‖

reading > drawing > listening to music > playing games > writing > watching shows(sometimes) > singing(sometimes)

cats, language subjects, vil schoenheit, reading fanfics, my ocs and stories, the colour mauve and colours that go with it

interests : zombie/alien stage, project hail mary, witch hat atelier, reverse : 1999, babel(novel), twisted wonderland, percy jackson(both books & series), greek mythology, journey to the west, dc(specifically red hood and kon-el)

extra extra read all about it : might post ed related stuff so tw, if you r a hellenic polytheist too then moot me pls

[kiodja]

girlfailure

[kiodja]

zooted up on taumoeba soup

[kiodja]

swap au

[kiodja]

comm

[reixlle]

you're out of touch, i'm out of time

[cloudabserk]

how close can we get….

middle right hug was inspired by this fanart

[chernozemm]

Grace Rocky save stars. Grace Rocky explore each other's bodies for science.

[swuisk]

I’ll reblog when I finally digitally line and color it lol

[mirroredfruit]

grace should get a "fist my bump" tramp stamp once he gets on erid

[mirroredfruit]

rocky probably knows that the most common meaning for grace's name is elegance, because that man is not graceful at all. he finds it endlessly funny that his silly creature that somehow trips on air was given grace of all names.

so when rocky finds out the word "grace" also means mercy, unmerited favour, and not to mention saving grace — a redeeming factor. grace was rockys redemption, he was the one who saved rocky, he gave rocky the solution to the dying sun, he turned back for him.

grace was rockys message of mercy sent by the universe itself.

and for the next 8 (human)hours, grace finds himself absolutely smothered by rocky, who's suddenly overcome by the human urge to cuddle.

[pleniluneheron]

i love what everyone is cooking with super cutiepie eridian grace, but let me imagine for a moment… an eridian grace with the short temper of human grace. the annoying arrogant type to call names when he thinks you’re wrong. the one who puts walls up between himself and everyone he’s ever met.

that type of eridian grace waking up in erid’s hodgepodge blip a (put together in a rush, since they’re the planet running out of time in this AU). finding a huge luxury cruiser version of the hail mary with a single 50-something year old mechanic inside. a lonely, desperate man who has been stranded for almost 20 years trying to save his planet.

the eridian grace that earns his name as rocky’s flashlight illuminates his beautiful iridescent earth-colored body, blues and greens and golds, rocky’s “saving grace”. he is the smartest being rocky’s ever met and soon the bravest, too.

would he end up with a discolored limb from where rocky’s skin burnt off around him, carrying him to safety?

would he remember that despite the emphasis on the collective, on relationships and love and belonging, he never met someone who he could let truly *know* him? not like this. not like rocky does.

would he ever learn that his new best friend, this tall leaky stubborn man, prayed everyday that his grace would come to save him?

i think that he would take very good care of that old engineer. he would want so badly to take him home and ask him to leave his family on earth behind. he would know he’s being selfish, though, and swallow his pride as they said their goodbyes.

there wouldn’t be a moment of hesitation when grace realizes he needs to turn back to save rocky’s life. he’s prepared to spend the remainder of his life dying in the handsome human’s big strong arms.

but he won’t have to.

[galacticsabc]

part two of Grace knitting on the Hail Mary. This time, he's crochet his besties.

[noraily]

Ostracism

Content. You start dating a guy (total NPC) and it's safe to say the other boys are jealous.

Wc. 5.3k

Next.

Would it be crazy that you’re vying for some rando’s love, regardless of the fact that there are 21 other men fighting for you? 21 others who would meet you at the drop of a pin? And you choose the loser who you’ve only talked to for a total of 10 seconds in your entire life?

Well, you don’t know what was going on behind closed doors so you can’t be the one at blame. But that’s why you were so oblivious to everything. From how passive aggressive they’ve been for the last few days and how avoidant they became over the topic of dating. 

As much as you’d like to say it’s an exaggeration of some sort for dramatic effect, it really isn’t.

Somehow you don’t notice how much they try to get closer to you— physically or mentally. You also don’t notice how fast they respond to your every beck and call. You slowly start noticing because it feels off. Something just didn’t feel right.

But, on the bright side, you really did like him… in a way at least. 

He was nice, attractive and financially well-off. He practically ticked all of your boxes.

The realisation hadn’t hit you on the fact that maybe you admired him a little bit more than just friends. You hadn’t noticed how you started staring at him for longer than usual, thinking about him more and then the thought clicked in your mind that maybe you started to like him.

It’s safe to say they did not like him. To them, he was nothing but an obstacle— a hindrance— but you thought he was everything. They saw the way your pupils dilate when he walks into the room. They notice how you get quiet and just watch him in awe for a solid second before snapping back to reality.

So they knew. They knew before the first time you mentioned this crush, which was at lunch when you were eating with the other first years.

There were hustles and bustles of people shifting around the cafeteria, people going over to sit down or throw away their trash. It was as lively as usual so you thought it would be a good time. 

Key word: thought.

“Y’know, I think Atlas is pretty cute,” you suddenly mention.

They all go quiet, multiple pairs of skeptical gazes on you. Their moods almost seem to deflate right in front of you, if you were to actually notice it.

“What? I’m serious,” you emphasise. “He’s totally cute,”

“Atlas? What? Like the guy from Octavinelle?” Deuce clarifies, raising a brow, green eyes darting to you in confusion.

He knows he’s dumb and he sometimes can’t tell if you’re joking but he can’t be this dumb, right?

Oh, how he wishes you were joking. 

“Yeah, and I was thinking if you guys could help me,” you add on, biting your lip as you fiddled with your food.

If you were able to read minds, you would know how much they are fighting to say ‘fuck no’ straight to your face.

“How?” Jack asked, ears perking up.

“I don’t know. Maybe you guys could talk to him, invite him to the table or whatnot and maybe I can get to know him better,” you respond, crossing your arms on the wooden table.

“Wouldn’t that be a little awkward?” Ace mentions, as if he even cares that much. 

“Not if you don’t make it awkward,” you reply with a little too much sass than you intended originally. “And I think it’ll be beneficial to start joining the dating game since we’re all technically adults.”

“Sure, I guess,” Epel murmurs.

“I think that sounds amazing [name]!” Ortho’s the only one who seems excited by your announcement. And he’s also the only one that’s willing to stay with you for longer than 5 minutes.

You were on the grassy field with him, disappointedly eating your apple with such roughness that your teeth threatened to fall off. The frustration had started to colonise your mind. You didn’t know everything would just go so horribly so quickly, and furthermore, you didn’t even know why.

They avoided you as if you were the plague, like a disease that nobody wanted to touch. But you’re not. If you were, you would know and at least understand but you’re not.

Venting to Ortho helped a lot with the pain. He was so sweet and caring. Maybe because he can’t necessarily experience jealousy.

“I-I just don’t know; it’s like I did something that upset everyone,” you say, sighing to yourself as you picked at the core of the apple. “Why do men have to be so confusing? It’s like everyday there’s something new and I don’t know what’s going on— I never do.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll come around soon!” He’s so cheerful when he says it that it makes you pause.

…Does he know? He sounds sure. Too sure.

“What do you mean by that?” you tilt your head and give him a perplexed expression, almost accusing him of something.

He panics. 

“Uh, I meant— they’re going to get out of this phase! Yeah! That’s what I meant!” His tone is shaky and you can see the fear rushing through his robotic wires. He floats backwards and says, “I’ll get going now! I think Idia is calling me!”

His robotic frame gets smaller the more he walks away before ultimately disappearing from your line of vision.

You sit uncomfortably on the grass, feeling the sharp prickles of the blades stab at your thigh. Well, that wasn’t weird at all…

—

The next day feels the same. No one stops for you. No one speaks to you.

At lunch, you end up eating alone. The room isn’t quiet but it feels like it is, save for the hushed murmurs and the occasional glance your way. You pretend not to notice, like it isn’t making you go crazy.

At this point, everyone knows that something is up, whether it’s from just observing you or from gossip that’s spread like wildfire.

You’re not even sure who the leak is and why they could possibly want to out you like this, but somehow, a huge chunk of the student body knows about your silly little crush. So it didn’t take long for your actual crush to know.

It makes you uneasy. However, no one’s mentioned it directly to your face… not until you receive a message.

It’s the housewarden of Savanaclaw that decides to dip himself into the waters to test it. 

[Leona]: so, how’s it going with that guy? [You]: It’s been going fine. I really do think it might work out. [Leona]: …do you? [You]: Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I? [Leona]: Hm. [You]: What’s that supposed to mean? [Leona]: Nothing. Just doesn’t sound very convincing. [You]: And you’d know? [Leona]: I’ve heard people in arranged marriages sound more convincing than you. You should learn from them. [You]: I didn’t ask for your opinion. [Leona]: didn’t say you did, but you’re still trying to prove it to me anyway. That one sends you over the edge. [You]: I know what I feel. And what I feel is love. [Leona]: …sure, keep telling yourself that, herbivore.

The attitude was so palpable, even through the damn screen you felt it. You don’t know what’s gotten with everyone but you don’t like it. From the way they start to divert their gazes to being seemingly more impatient.

When you used to ask Ace to hang out, he’d always be there for you but all of a sudden he’s always busy, despite not caring for academics. It’s the same with almost everyone from the first years, second years and even the third years.

Even Kalim, the epitome of sunshine, seems a bit destroyed. The ones you thought would’ve at least been there like Lilia, Trey and Malleus were all gone. Actually, some still didn’t mind spending time with you, but it was awkward— tenser than the usual, effortless conversations that used to flow naturally.

Then, you come across Atlas in the hallways and he stops you.

“[Name], I heard…” he trails. “And I was just thinking that maybe we can have a date on the weekends?”

The request blows your mind. What do you even say to that? Do you kneel and beg for marriage? Or do you just stand there?

Nonetheless, you keep your composure and act like this isn’t totally life changing. “Yes, absolutely, just text me the place and time.” You smile politely.

“I need your phone number then,” he pulls out his phone and you two exchange numbers swiftly to prevent blocking the hallway for too long. 

You try not to break out in happy tears as you hug your device to your chest, because you feel that maybe there is some ounce of hope for you in the future of your love life.

—

Taking a sharp inhale, your knuckle taps on Vil’s door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Then, with a soft click opens the door, you see him in all his glory.

“Vil, can you please help me pick a dress for my date?” you interlock your hands together to beg, puppy eyes gracing your face.

He’s reluctant, but he says yes anyway since he can’t reject you. 

The process was strenuous. It was no, after no, after no, after no. Almost every dress felt like it wasn’t approved by both parties.

You came out with what felt like the millionth dress, which was for some reason, latex. It was tight but hugged your curves enough to flaunt it. Regardless of the fact that Atlas might like it, you definitely didn’t— it just way too tight and felt suffocating.

“What about this one?” You look at yourself in the mirror.

“That’s… no,” he replies, trying to cover the blush on his face. He gets closer to you, adjusting the hem and neckline, fingers lightly hovering over your skin.

Then you tried a few more on and found the perfect one. It was comfortable enough for long wear and proper enough.

“I think this is the best option,” you say.

“Probably, do you want me to do your make up as well?” he offers, opening his make up bag full of expensive brands that would normally cost you an arm & leg. For him, it’s probably just pocket change though.

You were all dolled up— wearing the dress you’ve spent a boatload of money on and the makeup that was applied using Vil’s expertise and expensive tools. 

There’s a deep, gnawing pit in the blonde boy’s stomach as he tries his best to not crash out. He knows the feeling of jealousy but this was something different. Envy? Anger? 

He clenches his jaw while the blank expression in his optics blur. His mind trails into dreamland where you’re not skipping off happily into another man’s arms, but into his. He’s the one that hugs you and touches you and kisses you, not some loser from Octavinelle.

But it’s not. He wakes up to the same reality he dreads everyday where you’re not his.

—

The date goes smoothly, with you finally having your first kiss with him and learning more about each other. Apparently, he enjoys practically everything you do— a match made in heaven. He watches the same shows, listens to the same music, and has the same taste in food.

Leaves crunch under your heels, skies dark, humming to yourself in satisfactory success, you accidentally trip over a sleeping body, leading you to fall forward and land on top of the perpetrator.

“I-I’m so sorry!” You were quick to get up, hardly noticing who you’ve bumped into.

“What the— don’t worry about it herbivore,” he changes his tone as soon as he realises who you were. 

“Leona?” You look at him. 

“Herbivore?” there’s a smirk on his face. “How was your date with that… guy?”

He cringes. 

“It went great and I think it might actually be… official?” you answer, a twinge of excitement intertwined.

The rolls of his eyes don't go unmissed. “Are you really sure this is what you want, herbivore?” Leona asks, unconvinced. 

“Yes!”

He grumbles. 

“Leona! I— are you jealous?” You snort, the word comes out acidic but unavoidable.

He grunts. “So what if I am?” he spits back, voice a little harsher than before.

This makes you tilt your head. Fuck. That’s when everything clicked for you. You’re so stupid.

“Leona, I-I’m sorry…” you step back. 

“Huh, you’re starting to get it now,” he clicks his tongue, watching as the realization seeps into your pores.

“B-but why?” You query.

“You can figure that out,” he leaves the room, allowing you to sit in your own thoughts.

It takes your slow brain a while to comprehend everything.

That’s when you decided to confront each dorm. Even though you technically don’t know who’s at fault. But logically, it’s not fair if they’re so upset by something like this. They don’t have to be your everything.

First was Heartslabyul, where Ace & Deuce usually were at this ime. 

hour but it was Riddle who opened the door for you. You hate the disappointed look in his eyes but you’ve gotta stand your ground too.

“Riddle, can we talk?” you plead.

He stares you up and down, his soft features beaming under the light. It makes you realise how gorgeous he actually was. But you snap out of it. 

It’s not the time.

“Sure, come in,” he answers, opening the door wider for you.

You let yourself in, spotting Ace & Deuce playing poker together, Cater scrolling on magicam, and Trey baking something of some sorts— the wafts of baked goods coming in soft waves. 

Turning around, you grab Riddle’s hand and squeeze it tightly. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

His ears perk up. “For?”

“Y’knoww…” you bite your lip. “Forr dating Atlas since I know you don’t approve of him.”

That’s the moment before everything goes south. The conversation started to falter when more parties started to get involved. 

“If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t have gone on a date with him!” Ace debates.

“But I didn’t know and it’s my life, I deserve to live it how I want,” you argue. 

“Yes but you’re our friend, [name].” He says. “I-I don’t want to lose you,”

“Ace, I’m not dying! I’m just going on a few dates with this guy and—” you start raising your voice higher in hopes that he’s going to understand.

He cuts you off. “But you’ve been ditching us so much lately,”

“Because you’re avoiding me?” you question.

“We have not. We try to talk to you but you’re stuck thinking about him in your own thoughts,” Deuce adds.

You dislike how they’re pinning the blame on you despite the fact that they’ve been doing exactly what they accuse you of doing. The hypocrisy makes you reel. 

“I know you’re jealous but seriously, I want to live my own life outside of you guys… I’m sorry,” you shake your head in disbelief. 

“Ace, that’s enough,” Trey scolds. 

“Aww, it was just getting good!” Cater whines, finally looking up from the screen. 

“Cater,” Riddle calls him out, causing him to immediately shut up. 

“I-I just came here to tell you guys that I’m thinking about making it official with him and—” you explain, only to be cut off by an annoyed Ace.

“There you go again!” his brows furrow, jaw tightening. He soon storms off and slams the door behind him, sending all the furniture shaking. “It’s like you don’t even listen!” his yells can still be heard.

“You guys can’t be this jealous,” you shake your head, plopping down onto the cushions of the couch. 

“[Name], I really do think you should reconsider,” Riddle’s voice is stern when he talks.

“Hey, it’s her life,” Trey supports you.

They all look at him in betrayal. They swore he was not on your side. 

“Thank you!” You say, gratefulness eminent in your words.

“But I really do think you should rethink this,” Trey opposes his previous statement. “There’s better out there,”

His tone is warm, loving even. He truly does care about you and doesn’t want to just let you make choices that you’ll regret.  

“Yeah, I can’t imagine you betraying me for someone else,” Cater hugs you, the heat of proximity radiating from his body onto yours.

Maybe they’re right. It might not be the best time to start dating and the pool is vast. There’s so much more to life than this and if dating this guy means sacrificing your entire friends list, maybe it’s not worth it.

You’re conflicted.

The walk to Savanaclaw was stressful. Mind racing like formula cars in the last lap, switching between your relationship or your friends. This only leads your trepidation to increase. Adrenaline rushed through your veins as there’s no telling what the future may hold.

“Hey [name]! How’s your relationship going?” The hyena boy’s voice is cheery as he greets you. “Are ya’ here to see Jack?”

“No, I, kinda?” you stutter, not able to make coherent sentences. “Listen, I’m just asking for some input before my relationship with you-know-who escalates.”

Your approach is different.

“My input?” disbelief washes over his face.

“Yeah,” you confirm.

He thinks with a hand on his chin as if he’s in a cartoon. “I don’t really think you should date at all y’know. Maybe you should wait until like graduation or something.” His hands go outwards into a shrug. “But it’s all up to you! After all, it’s not just my business. Hope this guy’s really worth the time though,”

He flees the scene, light footsteps as he disappears into the dark.

The last part of his speech lingers in the back of your mind. Nonetheless, meeting Ruggie was so much more refreshing than you thought. It was nice to meet someone who had a more positive outlook on life despite totally rejecting your relationship in its entirety.

Jack’s eyes dart from you onto the ground. He pretends as if he doesn’t see you, only worsening the growing guilt inside you. 

“Jack, it’s been a while,” you start the conversation. “How are you?”

He breathes. “Good, what do you need?”

The shift in his words are a tell-tale sign. The ‘good’ seems forced, as if it’s far from what he’s showing.

“I just wanted to ask you if you approve of my relationship with Atlas, since not many of you do apparently…” explained by you.

He puts down the book he was reading, or at least looking at. “I think it’s fine,” 

“What?”

“Yeah but I don’t know what he’s like so I can’t tell you if I approve or not,” he pauses. “But if he does anything, please tell me,”

It makes your heart melt. 

“Thanks Jack

It’s like they all have the same script (like that stupid AI study tool ads by college students). You would’ve spoken to Leona, but he was nowhere to be seen so you just decided to leave it and continue onto the next dorm.

He would’ve said something like: “do whatever you want, but don’t come crying if something goes wrong,” and you don’t really feel like dealing with the guilt trip.

Octavinelle, alone, was one of the worst experiences mainly because of Floyd.

He’d been so obviously rampaging everywhere and anywhere, seeing you only made it worse. At this point, the 

“Ehh Shrimpy, what’re you doing here?” he moans with an absolute look of despair. “Don’t you have a date to get to?”

“Not anymore, but I do want to ask you about it,” you answer calmly, hoping it’ll be reflected onto him or something. 

“Yer’ literally ditching us for lower class octavinelle guy, he’s ooo boooorringg like there’s better in this dorm ya’ know?” he holds his neck with that terrifying glare that drills holes into you.

You opened your mouth to speak.

Then, Azul appears with Jade from the dark. “Hmm… what is this about?” he is beaming, hands behind his back like he’s some sort of master from a martial arts movie.

“I was just gonna ask your guys’ opinion on Atlas… before I date him officially or something,” you mumble. 

That seems to be enough to calm Floyd down. 

“Well, why didn’t ya’ say so Shrimpy?!” he cheers, going over to give you a tight squeeze… that knocks all the oxygen out of your lungs.

Luckily, it’s only brief so you’re dropped very soon, left to choke on air. 

“That’s good to hear,” the corner of Jade’s lips tug. “I do hope he’s suitable for you if you do choose him.”

“Yes, but I don’t think that’s happening if a majority of everyone disagrees,” you state.

The blue-haired boy fights back the smirk. “Very well, then I don’t think you need our input.”

“Well, I might need more than just a simple yes or no,” you add.

Jade and Azul exchanged a brief glance, but it’s Floyd who speaks first.

“I just don’t wanna share you, Shrimpy~” Floyd reasons, hands wrapped around your waist to give you a back hug and his head resting atop yours.

You facepalm, sighing. “That can’t be your reason, Floyd.”

“Well it is,” he giggles, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“If this individual brings you benefits then I see no issue,” Azul claims. “But I do wonder what he has that makes him so special.”

You sigh for the umpteenth time. “He’s nice, shares the same interests with me and pretty well-off so…”

“How interesting, I didn’t know that was your type but I do hope he is worthy of your attention,” Jade forces a grin.

“But he’s soo boring. Just dump him,” Floyd groans, feeling a bit upset that his twin and boss aren’t convincing you to ditch him.

“Well, thanks guys, I’ll get going now…” you pry off the eel’s arms and dash out the door.

They stared as you ran off, murmuring amongst themselves that you have no idea if you want to hear or not.

Now you’re off to Scarabia. The first thing you saw as soon as you stepped past the threshold was Jamil cooking in the kitchen, seemingly pretty occupied by something.

“Jamil?” you peep past the wall.

He turns his head. “[Name]...”

“May I come in?” you ask.

“Yeah, but Kalim’s been pretty upset recently so I’m not sure if he can—” he starts talking again, only for you to interrupt.

“That’s exactly why I’m here. I don’t think everyone exactly agrees with me and I just wanted to know what everyone thought about it.” You answer.

“Do you even know him that well? How do you know he’s not lying?” Jamil asks, expertly cutting the vegetables on the board. “Why are you even asking me this?”

The question comes out passive-aggressive. You don’t know if he actually meant it that way or what but frankly, you feel offended that he would ask such a thing.

“Jamil, I hold you very dear to me and I can’t just let something like this get between us,” you get closer to him.

He takes a deep breath. “It’s none of my business and it’s your life,”

You hate how he avoids your gaze— how he refuses to just spare you a glance. So, out of pure frustration and anger, you grab his wrists and force him to look you in your eyes. 

“Jamil, you’re precious to me. What don’t you understand about it? I love you,”

His heart thumps louder. “Of course I’m upset.” He finally admits. “I don’t like seeing you with him. 

Well, that’s out of the way. That’s 12 votes against you and Atlas. Only 9 more to go! At this point you probably should’ve given up on hoping for at least 1 person to agree with you. Not just saying that it’s your life, but also on the whole relationship itself.

You offered Jamil to deliver Kalim’s food since it seemed appropriate at the time and you owed the vice-housewarden some grace.

Kalim’s defeated. Stumped. Dejected. 

There’s barely enough words to describe how he barely has enough energy to move and his eyes are blood-shot red. 

“Why are you ditching us for him? I miss you a lot, [name].” Kalim says in between his sobs and sniffles.

“We can still hang out,” you say empathetically. “Hey, I’ll stop talking to him if it bothers you so much,”

“Really? I-I thought it was gonna be okay but I don’t like you with him,” you can hear the pain in his throat as he spoke.

“Very well then,” was the last thing you said before departing to Pomefiore.

Rook hid in the trees, waiting for you, knowing that you were coming. He immediately jumped out from seemingly nowhere and greeted you, making you jump. 

“Bonjour trickster! What brings you here today?” The blonde asks. 

“GAH— ROOK! You can’t just come outta nowhere and scare me like that!” You scold him, pinching your nose bridge in disappointment. “But, I was here to ask if you would support me dating Atlas?”

“Absolutely! Love is a magnificent force… yet I do wonder, does he truly see your beauty in all its glory?” He twists the sentence to bring your hopes up to break it all down in an instant.

“He does, thank you very much,” you say sarcastically. 

“Will you be staying here for long? I do not mind sharing a bed with you!” He excitedly says.

“No, I’m sorry but I’m only here to check up on everyone,” you respond, before saying your goodbyes and rushing to Epel’s room.

There’s a soft whisper of “to think someone stands in where I wish to be…” from him as soon as you’re out of earshot.

Epel’s probably one of the more furious ones— you can see it in his soft features but he tries his best not to.

“So… what do you think?” you ask. 

“You could do way better than him y’know,” Epel says. “He’s not the only one that can make ya’ happy,”

“I know, I know.” You repeat. “Do you know where Vil is… since I need to talk to him about this as well,”

“He’s out doing some shoot,” Epel replies, short and firm. 

“Oh…” you blink. “Alright, I’ll get going then.”

Idia’s the one you’re most neutral about. He’s frightened and annoyed all in one emotion. He’s made peace with the fact that you’re not his to claim but annoyed with you for not noticing… or for him not trying.

He opens the door only by a bit— enough to see tiny parts of you and for the sound to come through. 

“[N-name], what are you here for?” He speaks in a terrified tone.

“Idia, can we talk?” Your voice comes from the other side.

He swore the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and his blue hair flared dramatically.

“A-about what?” His sentences are executed in short stutters.

“Let me in then I’ll tell you,” something in your tone is sharp and condescending that scares Idia even more, but it works…

He opens the door wider with reluctance. 

“W-what do you want to talk about?” He asks, retreating back to his gaming chair, watching you carefully.

“I wanted to talk about my relationship with Atlas,” you explain yourself.

“Oh, right. Your boyfriend. Good for you,” he mutters.

“Not yet my boyfriend,” you correct him.

“Cool,” he replies, only building the awkwardness more.

“Do you approve? Cus it seems to me like you don’t,” you state.

He feels the pressure you’re exerting onto him. “Uh— I mean… it’s not like I care about who you hang out with or—”

Your patience wears thin. “Cut the crap Idia. Just tell me if you’re upset or not,” 

“Y-yeah, I am… I guess,” his words are soft and almost missed but you heard it.

With every dorm, it felt like your whole world shattered and collapsed onto you. So far, only Rook seemed to be the only one that might’ve accepted it, while the rest were more… in disbelief.

Lastly, Diasomnia seemed to be the most daunting one to overcome. Despite your fear of Malleus being relatively low, you’re kinda risking Atlas’s life. 

Jealousy does not suit them, but there’s still a nagging question in your mind that wonders if they’re actually looking out for you or trying to keep you for themselves.

The first one you spotted was Sebek, training casually in the yard, sweating buckets as he continuously struck the mannequin with his sword. 

“Hey,” you walked from behind, startling him.

“HUMAN!” He jumps back, spinning on his heel and ready to attack, but he’s quick to halt as soon as he notices it’s you. “WHAT DO YOU NEED, HUMAN?”

“You can stop screaming Sebek,” you glare at him with uninterested eyes. “Anyways, I really need to ask you something.”

“What is it?” He calms down.

“Do you think me and Atlas make a cute couple?” You ask.

“That human is untrustworthy!” He whisper-screams. “Do not be with him!”

“Oh geez, okay…” you hadn’t expected him to be so straight-forward but it’s Sebek so you should’ve known better.

“I think you can do better!” He states as a matter of fact.

“Like…?” You raise a brow.

He blushes. “LIKE— LIKE— MALLEUS!” He yells.

“Woah,” your mouth is left agape.

“I-I MEAN YOUR STANDARDS SHOULD BE MALLEUS!” Panic rises in his voice.

“Yep, I got it the first time,” you say. “I’m gonna go find Silver now,”

“OKAY,”

Honestly, you forgot how overstimulatingly loud Malleus’s biggest simp can be.

Silver was the next person you wanted to interview, despite the fact that he’s probably sound asleep somewhere.

He was, true to your word, asleep peacefully on the ground. Your footsteps are light as you tried to prevent him waking up, but he catches it anyway and starts to wake up.

“[Name]...” he groans.

“Silver?” You turn around, quick to rush over to him and kneel to his level. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, but what are you doing here?” he blinks awake.

“I wanted to ask what you think of me dating this guy… his name is Atlas and,” you pause.

“I know, and if it makes you happy, then I approve.” Silver says.

“Thanks Silver,” you pat him before walking away. 

He seemed… disingenuous? It plagued your mind for a good few seconds until the mischievous black-pink haired man decided to jumpscare you.

“LILIA!” you screamed.

“Hahaha! What’s up, [name]? Boy, do I miss your adorable, surprised face,” he’s smiling ear to ear. 

“I-I’m glad you missed me… especially since you’ve been avoiding me,” you whisper the last part.

“I haven’t, or maybe I have. Anyways, what are you here for?” He shoots the same question that everybody’s asked.

You explain. Again.

“Does he make you happy?” A more mature side of him comes out, showing the centuries of experience he has.

“He does,” your response does not warrant the most positive reaction from him.

“Be careful with who you hang out with, not everyone is worth your time,” he grins, pretending he didn’t say the most puzzling sentence in history.

Malleus wasn’t far away

“You seem happy with him,” hornton replies.

You press your lips into a thin line. “I am, but I won’t be if everyone objects,”

“I cannot lie that I wasn’t hoping it would be different,” Malleus states.

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head.

“I would’ve preferred if you chose someone else, child of man.” He elucidates.

Walking out of the final dorm, you let out an exhausted breath of air, not realising how suffocating the day had gone. Amongst the crunches of the leaves beneath you lies the sound of a notification from your phone.

[Atlas]: hey, i’m sorry but i think this is not gonna work out…

A/n. repost of the jealous boys :p

[octavinellis]

THE FROG INCIDENT

HOW TO LOSE ALL YOUR SUITORS IN SEVEN DAYS: PROLOGUE

꒰ CHAPTER ONE ꒱ A trip to Mr. S’s Mystery Shop left your friends in possession of an ancient magical brooch, but thanks to Ace’s impulsiveness, it nearly sparked a scandal between the island’s two schools.

AUTHOR’S NOTES: first chapter is here!!! I’m still HATING this layout and formatting but when I do have the time I will fix it, trust!! I’m a very trustworthy Theo!!!! Also, not proofreading bc my eyes are hurting

Grim was restless, hopping from one side to the other, but the group was already used to that. Ace, as always, was the engine driving his friends toward trouble. This time, however, they weren't all that unhappy to go along with him.

He gestured expansively with an arrogant smirk, convinced that the solution to all their problems was hidden on the dark shelves of Sam’s shop. "We’re going to solve two problems at once! Our friend comes back to us, no boyfriend, no shady suitor, and that jerk will see that he shouldn’t mess with us."

"Are you really going to spend money on something like that?" Jack asked as they walked toward Mr. S's Mystery Shop.

"You didn't disagree when we were at the table, don't start now," Ace said. "Sam has magical trinkets we can't even imagine!"

The group's initial reluctance was quickly dissolved by the urgency of the situation—ahem, jealousy—, and they moved forward, driven by a reckless impulse.

It was the perfect opportunity, since the prefect was momentarily busy, having gone to get cleaning supplies in Foothill Town because Crowley had forgotten to restock the dorm’s cleaning cupboard.

"What if they runs into Azul in town?" Epel asked, the bell on the door chiming as they entered the establishment.

"Even better. When we get out of here, we’ll go straight after them. But he doesn’t really go there that much, so…" the redhead replied with a wicked grin, heading to the counter. "Wait? He’s not—"

"Looking for something, little demon?" Sam threw an arm around Deuce's shoulders, making him jump in fright. "My friends from the other side told me it’s something special…"

"We need something to make someone less attractive," Epel said, stepping forward, "…or something to stop him from flirting. That would be enough, I guess.”

"Ah. Matters of the heart." Sam laughed aloud, his shadow following his lead before it disappeared behind a shelf. "I have the perfect item for that!"

"Is it temporary?" Jack watched the shadow crawl along the floor and up the wall, handing its master what looked like a pendant, a crystal.

"Mhm." He replied, humming while he polished the object.

"Harmless?"

"As much as possible," Sam extended his hand, offering it to whichever boy was brave enough to take it. "Place this on the object of your… disdain, and he shall become exactly what he deserves to be."

"Nhwag! And what is that supposed to mean!?" Grim jumped onto the counter, tilting his head in suspicion.

Sam let out a low laugh, his eyes gleaming with mischievous malice under the dim light of the shop. "That, my little monster, depends entirely on the soul of the one who carries it. Don't think too much about the 'whys,' magic is just a bit dramatic sometimes. Don't you trust your host?"

Ace didn't waste time. With a shrug and a confident smirk, he grabbed the brooch—it was a violet crystal encased in a metal structure that vaguely resembled twisted roots. "Perfect. He deserves something quite ridiculous, doesn't he?"

After a generous payment, they left the shop without much hurry. As they crossed the town gate, the atmosphere of the village seemed normal…until they spotted the prefect standing near a fountain, talking to a young man with refined features and clothes that didn't look cheap at all.

"Who’s the guy she's laughing so much with?" Jack asked, frowning.

"That's the prince from the Scalding Sands!" Grim grumbled. "I've seen him before! When we were hanging out with Jamil!"

"I thought Kalim was the prince…" Deuce scratched his head.

"What is a guy from RSA doing here?" Epel blinked. "As if the idiots from our own school weren't enough…"

They approached discreetly, but Ace’s goal shifted instantly.

He was no longer interested in Azul. The sight of Minajael—so polished, so perfect, and so inconvenient—was the new target of his disdain. "These playboys…"

"Hey! Prefect!" Ace called out, forcing a radiant smile.

She turned, surprised. "Ace? What are you guys doing here?" She blinked, looking down to see Grim rubbing his head against her leg.

"We were just nearby, taking care of some... business," Jack replied, trying to reprimand Ace with a look, but the redhead was already invading the personal space between them and Minajael.

He stopped next to the prince, giving an exaggerated pat on the RSA boy's shoulder, as if they were old friends. "So, the new guy in town, huh?"

"I’ve been here longer than you," Minajael arched an eyebrow but kept a polite posture, as he was an acquaintance of the prefect. "You must be one of the prefect's classmates..."

As Minajael turned to greet him, Ace slid his hand behind the prince's shoulder, the brooch hidden in his palm, ready to attach it. "Classmates? Is that what they said? How modest, we’re best friends, you know?"

It was a quick, practiced movement, but the moment Ace's fingers touched the fabric of Minajael's coat, the brooch gave a metallic click, the pin piercing them both somehow.

Minajael jumped, and the redhead let out a shout of surprise, his finger hurting, trying to pull the brooch off, but it was magnetically stuck to both of them, pulling them closer together.

"What the—?!" Minajael exclaimed, losing his royal composure as a thick, purplish smoke began to emanate from where the brooch was stuck.

"Ace, you idiot, what did you do?!" Deuce screamed, lunging forward, but the flash of light blinded the group. When their vision returned to normal, they were left speechless.

On the ground, where the elegant RSA prince had been, there was now a small Bengal tiger, the size of a large cat. The animal growled, looking up and then down, its paws patting the stone ground in agitation.

Beside him, however, the animal was… less majestic. A small frog, skinny like a toad and reddish in color. He looked at his own little paws, then opened his mouth to squawk.

The animal jumped clumsily toward the Prefect, who recoiled, almost kicking it in fear if not for Deuce stopping them.

Minajael didn't seem confused by his new form; he looked irritated. He fixed his brownish eyes on the reddish frog, and with a spring, pounced on him. Epel tried to hold him back, almost tripping over his own shoes.

Ace kept jumping away, trying to dodge, and emitting sounds that sounded more like screams than croaks. He jumped clumsily onto his friend's legs, and the prefect yelled, "Get off! Get off!" They swatted him away, throwing him back onto the ground.

"I hope he actually eats that idiot for doing something so dumb!" Grim ran in circles, trying to grab the tiger's tail, but Minajael was too fast, ignoring everyone and focusing solely on hunting the amphibian.

After a few minutes of a humiliating chase, they managed to contain the two. Minajael was huffing, trapped inside a reinforced basket that Epel had grabbed from a nearby stall, while Ace was contained inside a glass jar.

"Now what?" Deuce asked, sweating cold. "If the headmaster finds out about this... I can't get expelled because of this idiot..."

"And again, I have to fix your messes," the prefect said, wiping the sweat from their forehead with an expression of pure frustration and anger directed straight at the glass where the frog was.

"I'm really sorry, it was an emergency," the prefect rubbed their temples, taking a deep breath to avoid picking up one of the trays and burying their friend's face in it.

Azul laughed, observing the brooch. "Don't worry, we're good friends, aren't we? It's only natural for me to lend a hand when you need it."

After returning to normal, Ace swore it was just a toy meant for pranks.

"We just wanted to test the toy! Nobody knew it would go wrong!" He had sputtered.

Azul pretended to believe him. He knew exactly that it wasn't a simple store trinket, but he had no intention of telling the prefect. If he could keep the item and still keep the group in his debt for "solving" the problem, it would be the perfect deal.

"I'm glad it didn't turn into a bigger scandal, it's good that you chose to trust me over Headmaster Crowley,” Azul sighed, closing his hand over the brooch and hiding it in his sleeve. "Imagine the disaster: an expulsion and a diplomatic incident on top of it."

The door to Azul's office closed with a metallic click, echoing through the empty hall of the Mostro Lounge.

The group stared at her apprehensively, Deuce being the first to break the silence with his voice choked by anxiety. "So?"

Grim, who was balanced on Jack's shoulder, was visibly trembling. "Did he ask for a lot? That octopus doesn't do anything for free, you know that! Damn, this is what happens when you trust Ace!"

The prefect stopped walking and sighed. "It's all resolved, I talked to Minajael before he left."

"Thank the Seven," Epel exhaled in relief.

"But what about Azul?" Jack insisted, taking a step forward, his expression serious. "Did he accept the brooch as payment? What did he ask for in exchange for solving this whole mess?"

She shrugged, starting to walk toward the exit of the establishment without giving room for more questions. "Azul has his methods, and I have mine. The matter is closed. I don't want to hear another word about what happened; it will be worse if it reaches Crowley."

"Hey, wait a minute!" Ace tried to protest. "We were just playing around! No need to be like that—"

"We!?" The rest screamed in unison.

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[octavinellis]

HOW TO LOSE ALL YOUR SUITORS IN SEVEN DAYS

꒰ PROLOGUE ꒱ Your beloved first-year friends decide to do everything—both within and beyond their power—to stop you from accepting any of your suitors, whom they deem unworthy and unfit to date their best friend. Or, in which, the first-years are absolutely desperate to keep you from falling under the charm of a few villains (and princes).

“This is starting to get ridiculous—” Ace slammed his lunch tray onto the table, making Deuce jump. “That’s the third—third time today someone’s bumped into me just to ask if I could deliver something to the prefect.”

“And did you?” Epel asked, struggling to twist open the cap of his bottle of apple juice.

“Of course not!” the redhead rolled his eyes with a grunt, stabbing his fork into his pie. Normally, it was his favorite, but he’d lost his appetite the moment he’d seen his best friend wander off to sit with those Octavinelle bastards just because they’d offered her an extra free snack.

“She really is kind of a people magnet, isn’t she?” Deuce muttered, staring down at his own plate. “…Ugh, this sucks. It’s just not the same when the prefect isn’t here.”

“LET GO OF ME—!”

Jack ignored Grim’s protests as he set his tray down and took a seat, still holding the struggling monster by the scruff. “Complaining won’t help. You weren’t invited, and you’re staying here with us.”

“Great, now we have to babysit too. What a pain,” Ace groaned. “It’s all those idiots’ fault.”

Jack let out a quiet sigh. “It’s hard not to be bothered… but it’s good that she’s making friends.” He paused. “Even Leona goes looking for her.”

Trappola let out a dry laugh. “Friends!? You seriously think it’s all out of the kindness of their hearts?”

Epel rested his cheek against his palm. “At first, I figured it was just because those weirdos from Octavinelle wanted something from her…” He glanced off to the side, catching sight of Rook squeezing himself between the prefect and Jade just to strike up a conversation with her. “…Apparently, it’s even worse than I thought.”

“Why is the prefect sitting at a table surrounded by such underhanded and shady people!?” Jack’s ears twitched as Sebek’s booming voice echoed across the cafeteria. “She’s far too trusting—”

“You’re all acting like you’ve got it the worst!” Grim complained after shoving his face back into his can of tuna. “I just lost my best assistant!”

“I think, as her best friends, we should—”

“…Make her reject every single one of them. They’re obviously flirting with her, and she doesn’t even realize it,” Epel cut Deuce off.

Silence settled over the table.

Everyone stared at the Pomefiore student.

“What? I was joking—”

“…Actually…”

“You’re a genius, Epel.” Ace shot to his feet. “In fact, I already have an idea. Let’s pay Sam’s shop a visit.”

“Ace, don’t you think that might be a little too invasive, you idiot?” Deuce asked, glancing toward Jack. Normally, he was the voice of reason—but the wolf beastman looked away instead, his tail slowly swaying behind him.

“Oh, quit being such a dick, Deuce.” Ace smacked a hand against the table. “You seriously think it’s fair for some shady, arrogant loser to date our best friend!?”

“I have to agree!” Sebek crossed his arms. “Even if she is a human, she does not deserve to be deceived by those inferior humans who seek to take advantage of her kindness!”

[mirroredfruit]

i know the entire fandom lives for adrian(the eridian) being at least half the size of adrian(the planet), but i like it when artists artists still draw grace as the taller one. like, adrian is still comically taller than rocky, just not taller than grace. this way rocky gets TWO mates, both the size of mount everest.