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i. thievinâ, stealinâ, takinâ whatâs not yours
Listen to: "Taking What's Not Yours" and "Lovers Rock" by TV Girl
After learning who your friend Hornton really was, people would expect you to be a bit more formal with him.Â
After all, they could excuse your lax demeanor and loose words with him due to your unfamiliarity with the Wonderlandâs political and royal spectrum.Â
But now knowing exactly who is the Malleus Draconia, the heir prince of Briar Valley, did not stop you, and quite frankly no one should be surprised.Â
You were his friend, first and foremost, and Malleus believed that fact with all his heart. You both did have to admit that it was very funny seeing everyoneâs reactions to your casualness and affections to each other.Â
Though Malleus was much more reserved compared to you, anyone with eyes and a single functioning brain cell could see that he was ever so gentle with you.Â
He hung on to your every word like it was rapture, fascinated with your stories of home and humans, even if you werenât like the humans of his world.Â
Especially because you werenât like the humans of his world.Â
In turn, you were attentive to him, ensuring that you spent your time with him to the fullest. Maybe it was because he was your friend, or maybe you also knew what it was like to be lonely, but you loved outings with him.Â
It could be nightly walks in the woods near Ramshackle, it could be sharing a new flavor of ice cream with the same spoon, or it could be the words that only you two and the stars over the Diasomnia dorm shared.Â
In any case, you two were most endeared to each other.
Itâs why no one was surprised anymore as you hanged off his arm as you two and Grim walked to his next class. It was actually quite comical, the way you swing your arms together, hands clasped, as you talked his ear off about your last class.Â
And from the small upward twitches of his ears and the small smile on his face, Malleus was absolutely basking in your attention. And amused by the swinging.
âAnd then I was like, âno Ace, I told you to not put the nightshade in the potion you chuckle-fuck, itâs gonna turn into gooâ but he was all like,â You mocked Aceâs voice as you continued, âIâm the one with the magic, so Iâm the one that knows what they hell theyâre doingââÂ
You were laughing as you told the story, the corner of your eyes crinkling. You both ignored the looks of students walking past you, giving you (Malleus, mostly) a wide berth of space. Once even gave you a look as they noticed your hands together.Â
âThen, like I told him, it turned into goop, right before a big olâ bubble formed and popped all over him! He was covered in green, it was hilarious.â
A soft snort left you as you covered your mouth to quiet your laughter. The swinging relaxed,as you climbed up the steps to the castle. Malleus tilted his head, eyes softening as you looked at Grim padding to your right, rambling as well.Â
âNyah! That big dumb-dumb is always underestimating me, I only pick the best of the best for my henchmen!â
âSnrkâyou tell âem, Grim.â You gave Malleus an amused look, gesturing for him to lean in closer to whisper, âHe also wanted to put the nightshade in the mix, by the way.â
Chuckling and straightening to his full height, your friendâs smile faded into something more concerned, eyeing Grim, who decided to speed up and pad up the steps by twos.Â
âWhile it is ideal that nothing more happened, perhaps you should encourage your companions to exercise more caution, Iâd rather not hear from a third party of your harm if something were to happen.â
You felt his hand in yours tighten, tugging to closer to his side as he gave you a stern look.Â
âI know that you arenât afraid of me. But with all the troubles you seem to get intoâŚIâm starting to become afraidâŚof losing you.â
You think you could feel your breath hitch and a warmth flood your face, as you looked away, flustered at the fuzzy feeling in your chest. Instead, you turned your gaze back to Grim to watch as he hopped between rectangle to rectangle, avoiding the lines.Â
âYou worry too much! I got Grim!â You cupped a hand over your mouth and called out, âRight Grim?â
âHuh? Yeah! Whatever you say, Iâm the Great Grim!âÂ
Both of you choked a laugh as he tripped over a rock and fell on his face. Finally letting go of Malleusâs hand (you missed the way he flexed his hand from the missing warmth) and jogging to your now whining direbeast.
âOwie!! (Naaaaame)! Iâve been fatally injured! Tend to me, henchhuman!â
You scooped up Grim, who was licking his wrist like a wounded kitten. Turning back to Malleus, you gave him an apologetic smile and gestured towards the main castle doors with your head.Â
âWe have a lot of time until class, so Iâm going to go to the infirmary just to make sure he isnât actually hurt.â
âHey!â
 Malleus nodded in understanding, using a curled finger to pet the top of Grimâs head, who begrudgingly leaned in to the touch.
âOf course, I should get to my own classroom, Iâd hate to be late.â
âHornton, itâs like 45 minutes until class starts.â
âExactly, I have such little time to make it to the room. My seat might be taken.â
You didnât have the heart to tell him that most people wouldnât show up until 5 or so minutes before class.Â
âWhat do you even have that makes ya want to show up so early?â Grim questioned, not particularly aware of the way you were cradling him like a baby.Â
Malleusâs eyes glinted in amusement as he gave Grim a polite smile.Â
âItâs an advanced Ancient Magic course, and though I find myself already familiar with most of the topics we cover, today we are discussing looking glasses.â
You and Grim both made a confused noise, tilting your head in opposite directions.Â
âLike, a mirror?â
Shaking his head, Malleus looked unusually eager to explain the concept.Â
âNot exactly, though they are a type of magic mirror. A looking glass is a tool used to view one's potential futures. It requires a ritual to turn a regular mirror into a tool and is rather difficult.â
You could feel Grimâs tail whip against you in excitement as you both listened eagerly.
âOnly the most powerful of mages can successfully complete the ritual, and only lasts for 72 hours before the glass shatters beyond repair. I am particularly interested in using it toââ
âIâM POWERFUL! I WANNA TRY IT TOO!â
Grim jumped from your arms into a surprised Malleus, his âinjuryâ apparently healed at the thought of being able to complete a complicated and powerful spell.Â
âLet me join the class! The Great Grim canât wait for two more years to try it out! Please, please, pleeeeeease!â
âGrim! Donât bother Hornton with such sillyââ
âI suppose it wouldnât be a bother to have you two assist me.â Malleus hummed, tapping a finger to his lips as he held Grim from the scruff of his neck, dropping him back in your arms.Â
âI usually find myself without a partner in this class, I would greatly enjoy the company.â
Grim squirmed excitedly in your arms, grasping your cheeks and squeezing as he jumped excitedly.Â
âCome on henchhuman! We can skip homeroom! Itâs not like weâre missing anything, it turns into study hall anyways! Can we go? Pleeeeease?â
He would hate it if you called him cute out loud, but Grim was such a cute little guy sometimes.
âMm, I guess we canâŚbut only if we actually get to do stuff,â You wrinkled your nose in frustration. âLast time we joined 3rd year classes, Leona just used me to hide behind and nap, and the other time Vil kept taking stuff out of my hands instead of letting me do stuff.âÂ
Malleus chuckled, affectionately ruffling your hair.
âOf course, I always value you and your words, my little beastie.â
Hmm, âlittle beastieâ is a new one.
You tapped your fingers against the desk, lazily skimming the book Malleus had left you to review as he was pulled away by the professor into the hallway.Â
The professor had muttered something about missing housewarden meetings, and you're pretty sure you saw a glimpse of Riddleâs bright hair at the door before it closed.Â
Riddle and Vilâs been complaining that Hornton hasnât shown up to most of the meetings this year, maybe Riddle actually came to collect him this time.
At the thought of the two, you moved your hand up to fiddle with the tie around your next and smacked your lips, the raspberry flavored lip oil briefly meeting your tongue.Â
The tie had been Riddleâs, even still had the little crown on the left side, when he fussed over the raggy state of your old one. Heâd insisted that he had plenty and showed you how he tied the bow with a red flush in his cheeks. Very cute, but youâd never say that to his face.Â
Vilâs lip oil youâre pretty sure was a pity gift, something he was sent in a PR package. He told you he wasnât a fan of flavored lip products, but still needed to do a review of the products heâd been sent. Thus, Vil used you as a test dummy for his video review, leaving your lips feeling raw and dry from being constantly rubbed clean by make up wipes. Though, he told you to keep that specific oil, and said it suited your skin tone.Â
Now that you really think about it, a lot of the students had been ratherâŚyou donât know. Doting? Sweet? Ever so slightly less mean to you as of late?Â
Especially the ones who overblotted this last few months.Â
Youâre pretty sure youâve been getting pity gifts, even they can feel guilty of all the trouble theyâd put you in.
Some youâre pretty sure was just their way of paying you off without explicitly saying, âLook Iâm sorry I almost killed you, but you're stupid for getting involved as a magicless student and I feel bad now take this.â
Idia had taken your cheap phone that Crowley gave you and upgraded it so that it had more functionality to it that wasnât just sending an S.O.S. signal to your friends. Heâd even put it in a clear case that held a dangling blue skull charm, which swung against you when it was in your pocket.Â
Leona tossed you one of his made beaded bracelets after youâd complained about Crowley cutting your funding again, leaving you with little to use for repairs and food. He told you to sell it or something and to shut up, as he was trying to take a nap. Never mind that it was your couch heâd decided to sleep on and not one of his usual spots around campus. In any case, it looked nice on your wrist, and it was good for a rainy day in case you did have to sell it.
Azul had also offered you a bracelet a while back, a very pretty lilac one that he told you was made of sea glass. You were wary to take anything from Azul in fear that heâd find a way to put you in debt. Very valid in your opinion, but it literally got shoved onto your wrist when Floyd held you down and Jade slipped in on with a smile. Apparently it had a protection spell tied to it, as Azul mentioned that you were overly prone to chaos. All it cost you was him checking in once a week to see how it held up, you think maybe to sell more in the future?
At least Jamilâs silk wrap wasnât forcibly shoved into you, though you didnât appreciate his comments on how unruly your hair was in the mornings. You told him that it wasnât your fault that water at Ramshackle sucked and that you did your best! It wasnât enough according to him, and he helped you wrap your hair into the silk cloth to protect it against the elements. While heâd originally suggested that you use it to sleep in, youâd taken to using it for everyday wear, using it as a wrap, as a bandana, even as a headband. Jamil sometimes looked both pleased and frustrated at the sight.Â
Pity gifts, youâre sure.Â
Ace thought otherwise, though, he and Epel teased you constantly about it. How âsoftâ and âsweetâ they were to you, how you should take advantage and flirt back with them to get a well-off boyfriend out of them.Â
No matter how much you insisted that it wasnât like that, none of your friends believe you. Even Deuce and Jack seemed to doubt your explanations, though Sebek at least stayed out of it.
Ortho was the worst of them, though. âIâve noticed that at times, their heart rates increase when theyâre around you, so Ace might have a point!â which was quickly followed up with, âBut you focus on Idia, heâs the most ideal!â
Then it turned into a whole thing of them arguing who would be the best or worst boyfriend for you to get with. Why they were invested in your nonexistent love life, you donât know, probably boredom and a need to gossip.Â
You sighed, eyeing one of the sigils in the book in front of you. Grim was looking at another book, surprisingly focused on reading the words on the pages.Â
âHmph, I donât get any of this, when is Hornton coming back! Iâm getting bored, itâs too hard to understand!â
Pouting, Grim slumped against the desk and made a soft, whiny sigh.Â
âHenchhuman, tell me you found something interesting?â
Thumbing through the book in front of you, you noticed a rather fascinating sigil accompanied by some foreign writing along the edges.
It looked a lot like the magic mirror, though the edges were reminiscent of vines and the inside of the sigil looked cracked, like someone smashed the mirror with a hammer. Surrounding the image was an intricate cursive, it looked like some fae script.
âHmm, this one looks cool. Think you can read that?â
Grim eyed the page you were on, ears perking up as he noticed the infographics on the right. It looked like a visual guide on how to complete the ritual on a mirror.Â
âOh, can I draw that! I wanna try by myself! We donât need Hornton!â Grim pushed the small handheld mirror that the students had as part of the class assignment.
âDo it!âÂ
âWhat? No Grim, these arenât our materials. Wait for him to come back and ask if you can practice.â
You snatched the mirror away from Grimâs paws, tucking it underneath a different book, and then resting your elbow on top for extra measure.Â
âJust wait Grim.â
Not unlike a child not getting their way, he stomped his foot and started throwing a tantrum.Â
âI wanna do it! Let me do it! Lemme! Lemmelemmelemmelemmelemmelemmeââ
ââOh. My. God. If I let you draw and practice on my hand, will you quiet down?â
The small creature pouted, eyeing the open palm you offered.Â
â...But the book says I need a mirrorâŚâ
âWell, the book doesnât buy and serve you tuna, does it?â You snapped back, raising your brows and moving your hand closer. âNow, Iâll help you practice, but not with Horntonâs materials. Who knows how expensive or rare they are.â
With an indignant sigh and a roll of his eyes, Grim plopped himself on the desk and took your hand in his paws.
âFine. Gimme a pen!â
You smiled, shuffling through your pen case to look for something he could use.Â
âHmm, I only got pencils and a permanent markerâŚmeh, whatever.â
Handing Grim a black marker, and him eagerly taking it and scribbling the sigil, you stared around the classroom, dazing off.Â
The class was already sparse, and youâre pretty sure Vil, Leona, and Idia were meant to be here too, so that made it feel even more empty. ThoughâŚthe last two probably wouldnât have even shown up.Â
Rook was here, though, conversing with his own class partner as they gestured over their own mirror and textbooks. Nothing escaped his attention, though, as he looked up and noticed you staring almost immediately.Â
He gave you a close eye smile and wave, before noticing Grim drawing on your hand and tilting his head in curiosity.
You shrugged and mouthed out the page you two were on. Rook took a moment to flip to the page you were on, confusing his partner. Watching in mild interest, Grim let out a little triumphant sound, drawing your attention once again.Â
âFinished! Iâm so great at drawing!â Youâll give him the benefit of the doubt since your skin wasnât flat like a mirror, but it barely passed for the sigil in the book.Â
âGreat job, Grim, now practice your pronunciation.â
âOkie-dokie!â
Grim still held your palm in his paws, reading off the
âG-ge d'afr-fr-frm-ah-ys hmrianâŚodâŚsarlâŚlo-loysalri-queânoâcu cast!â
You chuckled as Grim struggled to pronounce the words, not paying attention to the sudden squeaking of a chair.
âTurn xiyaurrrrâŚday-na-r-yoâŚsu liie xi-yie vast! Reflect col rricuâŚwyn-sashâs? Uh, wynsasâs, weli todayâŚâ
Rook calling out your name startled you, turning your head to see him urgently rushing to you.
âBut loyricuâwait.â Grim looked back at the book and squinted at the pages. âNo, itâs the other paragraphâŚ
By now, you noticed that several of your accessories, along with the sigil, had started glowing in different colors, though Grim was none the wiser. Rook certainly was.
âTrickster, Monsieur Fuzzball! Donât!â
âItâs fine, I got this! Imma start over!â Grim cleared his throat, bringing your palm even closer as he restarted his incantation.
âWait, Grimââ
âGe d'afrmays hmrianod sarl loysalricu cast. Turn xiyaur daynaryo su liie xiyie vast. Reflect col rricu wynsasâs weli suday. But ssarie die to what xiyie fsaadc biercvmirian!â
The glowing intensified, lines of cracks starting to appear from the sigil and up your arm, you even think the room started shaking.Â
âW-what? Henchhuman? (Name)! Whatâs happenâEEEEH!â
You watched helplessly as Rook scooped Grim up, calling out to the others, âEvacuate, NOW!â
He gave you an apologetic look, running out of the room with a crying and thrashing Grim in hand, following the other students out.Â
Dread filled your veins, a heavy feeling on your chest and shakes going down your body as you watched the cracks continue forming up your arms onto the rest of your body.Â
Scrambling to follow the others, you tripped over your own chair, pain going up your knee as you jabbed it against one of the legs. Nothing but adrenaline fueling you, you clambered to the door and tried pulling it open, pulling, pulling, and pulling until you realized.
You were locked in the room
Through the small window, you could see the small group of students turn into a crowd, everyone watching in horror, but unable to look away, as the cracks slowly grew up your neck.Â
You banged on the door and pulled, screaming at everyone to let you out.Â
âHELP ME! STOP STARING AND HELP! PLEASE, PLEASE!!â
You could feel your throat strain against the stress you were putting them under, tears streaming down your face as you saw the housewardens enter the hallway, drawn in by the yelling and crowd.Â
Riddle was shouting something you could barely make out, eyes flickering over to you briefly before he realized something was happening. He paled, shouting something at the others near him and pointing at you.Â
Pain was blooming from where the cracks formed, the glowing growing and turning your skin a dazzling shade of blue, like a crystal.Â
You continued banging on the window, watching as the other housewardens made their way to the door to pull it open.Â
Even Idia was hovering in the back, unsure of what to do himself. Kalim was pressed up closest to the glass, his own tears growing as he watched the spell take over your features.
You could feel your skin breaking, cracks finally formed over your lips.Â
Vil had turned to yell at the group, specifically at Rook, who had actually taken to arguing back at him, the formerâs hand waving and gesturing at you. Azul and Riddle were at Kalimâs sides, arguing with each other on what to do.Â
Your left eye burned in pain as it was briefly blinded by blue until it turned dark.
The three sophomores were suddenly shoved out of the way onto a pile on the ground as Leona came into view, followed by Malleus on his right.Â
âHornton! Malleus, MALLEUS HELP ME!â
You watched as Leona raised his left hand, his mouth uttering something as glowing yellow sand formed in his palm. He was using his signature spell.Â
Unfortunately, it was for naught.Â
The last crack finally formed over your right eye, the last thing you saw was Malleusâs grief stricken face as your vision turned blue, then black.Â
Then, it all went silent.Â
He could still feel the harsh light on his retinas, dots dancing in his vision, even when he closed them. Malleus looked down at the handful of students heâd covered under his arm, hunched over them in protection. His own body moved before he did.Â
The three beneath him were curled together, hands over their heads and eyes squeezed shut. One peaked an eye open up at him and squeaked at our close they were to him.Â
âU-um, thank you, Prince Draconia, sirâŚâ
Malleus nodded his head, then snapped his head over at a shrieking Grim in Huntâs arms.Â
âLET ME GO! LET ME GO! (NAME)! (NAME)! I WANNA SEE (NAAAAAAME)!âÂ
The little one was sobbing as he thrashed and swiped at Huntâs arms, the latter flinching as a claw dug into his cheek.Â
âMonsieur Fuzzball! S'il te plaĂŽt, calm down! You must understand, you wouldâve been burned if you were still in the room!â
Burned.
An impending sense of doom filled Malleusâs chest, foreign and heavy, as he rapidly stood and turned to the door youâd just been screaming through.Â
Moments ago, he could see the fear and pleading in your eyes, pale blue cracks growing on your form as you begged him to help. You begged, pleaded, and cried for him, and he was too late to do anything. Now, only a white, dusty fog was in your place, shrouding his view into the room
The other students in the hall were now slowly getting back up. Schoenheit had done the same as he did with a few students near him, while his three younger housewardens had curled into each other, still in a pile on the floor.
Shroud had been in the back of the group, cowering behind a blue panel of hexagons sprouting from his floating skull contraption, with some students behind him.Â
Kingscholar was closest to the door, part of which was slowly turning into sand as he was hunched on the ground, hands over his eyes as he rapidly blinked. Tears were flowing from the corners, no doubt from the strain the sudden flash had caused.Â
âTck, my damn eyes⌠SomeoneâŚgo check on the damn herbivoreâŚfuck! I canât see!â
A yowl and a cry of pain caught Malleusâs attention as Grim finally dug his canines into Huntâs hand, making the human drop him.Â
â(Name)!â
The little one ran into the foggy room through the gap Kingscholarâs spell was causing as Malleus tried following him, though another cry made him pause.Â
âOw! What theâGrim?â
ââŚ(Name)?â
Your voice! It was you! You were okay! Never mind that it sounded different, soundedâŚolder. It was you, and you were okay! Malleus breathed a sigh of relief, hovering over the door to wait for enough space for him to squeeze through.
He couldnât teleport now, he had no clue what spell went off or how it would react to another spell going off so soon.
âOoh, Grim!â You spoke again, softer thoughâŚyou sounded off. âGrim, youâre so smallâŚâ
âI forgot how small you used to be! Like a little baby~â
âGrimmy, have you been cryingâah! âŚHellâŚo?â
ââŚHi? Whatâs going on, why am Iââ
âWhy is it so foggy in here, I can barely seeâoh! I like your shawl!â
âOh, thank you! Um, do youâany of youâknow whatâs going on?â
âNope!â
You spokeâŚmultiple of you spoke? What?
âYou! Go get the headmage and nurse! IâŚdonâtâŚknow whatâs happening with the PrefectâŚâ Riddle barked at one of the students, voice faltering as he stared at the rapidly disintegrating door with confusion.
âY-yes Housewarden!âÂ
Most of the students followed suit, chasing after their friends until it was only the housewardens and Hunt left.Â
Malleus finally had a gap large enough for him to fit, bowing his head to enter before a gray ball of fur rammed into his stomach. Grim must have been barreling out of there like an arrow flying from a bow, because it actually caused a bit of pain.
âEEEEEK! THEREâS A BUNCH OF WEIRDOS IN THERE!!! THEYâRE COPYING MY HENCHHUMAN, SOMEONE TELL THEM TO GIVE (NAME) BACK!â
Everyone made various sounds of confusion, except for Kingscholar, who was still rubbing his eyes and growled.Â
âWhat are you talking about, you little furball?â
âGo look for yourself!â
Malleus and the others shared a look, Asim helping Kingscholar from up the floor and inching closer to the door, now practically gone.Â
The others did the same, cautiously approaching the door and entering the room. It was empty at first glance, at least where youâd been. The fog was clearing out now, flowing out of an open window, a figureâŚno twoâŚthreeâŚfourâŚsix? Standing by it.Â
âThere, that ought toâgasp.â
Bright green eyes met with your familiar ones, one of you staring at the group as the other five looked out the window and quietly conversed.
Malleus and the others froze, as did the six, Hunt muttering something in amazement under his breath, staring as if any sudden movement would set someone off.
âGuys, guys!â TheâŚ(Name)s staring at them, adorned in silk that reminded him of the clothes he wore while at the Scalding Sands, smacked the other five, making them turn.Â
Now that the fog was almost completely cleared, Malleus could properly see the group.
It was indeed youâŚjust older, maybe the same age as Sam? Each one looked a bit different though, some of you had your hair longer, some in an up-do. Some more chubby than others, others more lean, and your clothes.Â
The one in the Scalding Sands silks moved closer to the middle of the classroom, allowing space for the other six to approach as well. One of you was dressed in what Malleus was positive was in the royal garb from Sunset Savana. Another one was in some sort of suit, similar style to what Crewel wore, while one in an elegant one piece that shimmered with each movement, ears adorned with jewels. One was in loose, but silky clothing, pearls adoring their neck, and the last behind them was dressed in a dark gray uniform, with the S.T.Y.X. logo on their left.
No matter which one of you he looked at though, you were all breathtakingly beautiful.
âOh my god!â The one in the suit gasped, hands covering their mouth. Your look one ofâŚdelight? âRiddle? Is that you?â
Malleusâs group was still frozen, some of the younger ones flinching at your cry. Rosehearts, at the sound of his name, approached, straightening and taking a few steps forward.Â
âYes, um, (Name), is thatââ
Malleus could hear what he presumed was the headmage and nurse approaching, their footsteps echoing against stone steps, at least until suit you squealed again and came rushing at Rosehearts.Â
âI forgot how much of a baby-face you had, and how short you were! Come here!!âÂ
You practically scooped Riddle into your arms, the heeled ankle boots on your feet giving you even more advantage. Speaking of the devil, Rosehearts had a spectacularly brilliant shade of red on this face, his two strands of hair standing straight up.Â
Whether it was due to rage, embarrassment, or fluster as you nuzzled a cheek against his forehead, Malleus wasnât sure.Â
âWhaâwhatâhowâP-PUT ME DOWN!â
Shoving âsuitâ you off, Rosehearts stumbled backwards, shaking in anger as the six of you giggled.Â
âHow dareâit should be off with your head for such a stunt!â
âSuitâ you clicked your tongue, placing your hands on your hips and wagging a finger at him.
âNow Riddle, thatâs no way for a husband to speak to his spouse! Or, I guessâyour future spouse!â
Malleus and the others froze, as did Rosehearts, whose face went white, then back to red again.Â
âIâIâIâwhat did you say?â Rosehearts had a soft, almost meek tone now. Strange to hear from him. âS-spouse?â
âSuitâ (Name) giggled, nodding a swooning into your hand as you spoke. âAw~ I remember when you used to still get all flustered around me, no one could ever tell if the red meant you were mad or not!â
âAh, speak for yourself, Idiaâs would turn pink when he wanted to hold hands.â âS.T.Y.X.â you laughed as Shroud made a choking sound, then a thump, to Malleusâs left. âHe still sometimes does.â
âWait, so you married Idia? Iâm Vilâs partner!â
âInteresting, Azul is mine! You two are pretty easy to guess, Leona and Kalim? The clothes give it awayâ
âAh, yes, for quite some time actuallyâŚâ
âIâm actually married to Jamil, though I can see why youâd guess Kalim.â
The six of you laughed together, oblivious to the distress happening behind Malleus. In fact, he turned out of curiosity, and it was certainly a scene.Â
Shroud had presumably fainted, his fiery hair now extremely pink. Schoenheit was staring at âJeweledâ you, hand clasped over his mouth as Hunt whispered into his ear. Ashengrotto was glowing a light purple from his cheeks, mouth opening and closing, attempting to say something. Kingscholar was looking at his you, the one in royal garb, but had a pained, almost sick expression as he eyed you up and down. Asim seemed to be the only one excited about the situation.Â
âWoah! Youâre all so pretty! And I canât believe you married Jamil! Heâll be so excitedâor, well, actuallyâyou know what? Itâs fine, Iâm super excited to meet you all!â
Asim smiled, hands on his hips, until he frowned and asked, âWhy are there so many (Names) though?â
You six turned back to Asim and the others, exchanging looks. You all looked confused, concerned even.Â
âIâŚI donât know. I was with Idia just a moment ago when we started growing these blue cracks on our skin. Then, suddenly, the cracks exploded and I turned up here.â
âJewelâ (Name) nodded, piping up. âSame, I was at a shoot with Vil when the cracks appeared, like someone was smashing a mirror, but on my skin.â
The other (Name)s nodded in agreement, âSuitâ you pinching at your lip as you spoke.Â
âI think we all were with our husbands when we got hereâŚwait, we all have different husbands?â You gasped, flapping your hands in excitement. âIs this like a multiple timeline thing? Like Doctor Who?â
âOh my gooood, youâre so right, itâs a Doctor Who thing.â
âI totally forgot about Doctor Who!â
âI loved Doctor Who as a kid, was your favorite episode alsoâoh, uh guys?â âSilkâ you pointed at the group of men, wincing at the various states of distress they were in. âI think theyâre not processing this well. Yours fainted.â
âSilkâ (Name) gestured to Shroud, still on the floor, as S.T.Y.X. (Name) cringed, carefully making your way to him.Â
âOh, Idia? Babe? You okay? Maybe I should get Ortho overâŚâÂ
Following âS.T.Y.Xâ youâs move, the other (Name)s each approached your respectiveâŚhusbands.Â
Malleus ignored them, moving farther into the classroom to search for his (Name), his beastie. He dropped Grim, who landed on his bottom out of surprise, making an âoomphâ sound.Â
âOwie, hey Hornton, what was that forââ
âWhere are they?â Malleus could hear the thunderstorms forming outside, but he didnât care. âWhere is my Child of Man?â
Silence fell over the crowd behind him, but he didnât care. All he cared about was the foreign feeling of anxiety in his chest as all he saw before him was remnants of you on the desk youâd been sharing. A pencil bag, a notebook, a chair fallen over.Â
One of the other (Name)s must have approached him, their footsteps but background noise to the sounds of thunder.
ââŚHorntonââ
âDo NOT call me that! How DARE YOU!â green flames and smoke left his mouth as Malleus turned to rage at the person who dared to call him what his Child of Man called him. What his beastie named him. What his (Name)â
SMACK
The back of a palm met the skin of his cheek, stinging and burning in pain. Heâd neverâŚbeen slapped before. It shocked him.Â
âDonât you yell at me like that, Hornton.â The (Name) in Sunset Savana royal garb was resting their hands at their chest, rubbing the tender skin. âI may not be the same (Name) you know, but I am still your friend, even if from another timeline. And you will treat me with the same level of respect as you would your own (Name), understand?â
Malleus stared down at âSavanaâ you with a blank look. You had the air of a ruler, the attire, the voice. His eyes told him it was you, butâŚyou just lookedâŚso uncanny. It was you, but his heart knew you werenât his (Name).
The group behind âSavanaâ (Name) all had different expressions of concern and fear, like they were waiting for him to strike you down. Except for Kingscholar, who had a disbelieving smirk, just barely noticeable. Your face softened, though, as you sighed.
 ââŚIâm sorry Horns, I donât know what happened to the me that is from here. I donât think any of us even know how or what brought us here.â
âIt was a spell, mon Royal Trickster!â Hunt spoke up, eyes still on âJewelâ (Name) who had taken to stand between him and Schoenheit. âMonsieur Fuzzball decided to practice a type of looking glass spell on Roi du Dragonsâs Trickster! It was vraiment terrible! We had to evacuate, as the others happened to see.â
âHe WHAT!â Malleus looked down at Grim, who yelped at his angry gaze and fled into âSuitâ (Name)âs arms,Â
âI didnât know! They wouldnât let me practice the sigil and spell on the mirror, so they told me to do it on their hand! I didnât know! I didnât know! I didnât knooooowâ!â
Grim began crying into âSuitâ (Name)âs chest, babbling apologies and wails of regret.
âLooking glassâŚis that why the cracks formed on our skin?â âS.T.YX.â you was now fanning Shroud with your hands. âBut, the same started happening to our husbands, where are they?â
âI may have an answer for that!â
The group turned their attention to Crowley, finally arriving with the nurse in tow, who immediately fell down to attend to Shroud.
âLooking glass spells usually break the mirror and reform it back using a mirror dimension to reform, allowing the user to see into the future. Very complicated, very powerful spell. Iâm surprised Young Grim was able to cast a variant of it.â
âBreak?â Malleus hissed, interrupted by Grim.
âV-variant?â
 Crowley nodded, leaning down to study âPearlâ (Name), who leaned back into Ashengrotto, the latter turning purple once again.
âYes, if it was the normal spell, it wouldnât have worked. Nothing would have happened! But something did, which leads me to believe that it was another one with another purposeâŚYoung Grim, may I see what it was you were referencing?â
Grim nodded, pointing to the book at the desk you two had been at. Malleus immediately snatched the book and practically teleported in front of him and Crowley. The direbeast flinched and curled into âSuitâ (Name)âs arms, muttering.Â
ââŚHe says it was page 176.â
Crowley nodded, looking as Malleus flipped to the pages and taking the book from him.Â
âLet me seeâŚ.ah! I see the mistake. Grim, you silly thing, you did a different incantation! Our Prefect (Name) was shattered into the mirror dimension!â
âI KILLED THEM!? WAAAAAAââ
âNonononononoââ The headmage frantically waved his free hand, shushing Grim. âPoor choice of words. They must have had some items of personal importance to the student here and were replaced by their mirrors! Itâs not unheard of, but itâs very rare for it to even be done. The good news is that all can be brought to normal!â
A wave of relief flushed Malleus, his shoulders sagging, not gone unnoticed by the other students.Â
âButâŚâ
âBut? But what!â
Crowley remained unfazed by Malleusâs raising voice. âI am just ever so busy, and it requires many materials and a powerful mage to cast the spells needed to bring them back, and I just didnât get many hours of sleepââ
âThen I will assist, problem solved.â
The headmageâs shoulders slumped as he muttered, âWonderful.â under his breath. He straightened and gave the group of (Name)s a big smile.Â
âIn the meantime, you six can take residence in Ramshackle dorm as we fixââ
âOh, Iâd rather not. Canât we go with our husbands? âŚYounger husband? âŚYounsbands?â
âS.T.Y.X.â you smiled, looking down at Shroud as he began waking, the nurse waving their wand under his nose.Â
âUghâŚI was totally having a weird dreamâŚ:â
âHi my Younsband!â âS.T.Y.Xâ (Name) smiled at Shroud, which faded as he looked at them and promptly fainted again. âOh, IdiaâŚâ
âThatâs not a bad idea, with Hornton working on this, we wonât be here long.â âSilkâ (Name) smiled at Asim. âYou think Jamil will be okay with me showing up?â
âOh yeah! Probably, itâs all good (Name!)â Asim cheerfully responded, before frowning. âShould I call you (Name)? Do we call all of you (Name)? I feel like itâll get confusing fast.â
The six of you hummed, sharing looks with each other.Â
âPerhaps a nickname?â Ashengrottto suggested, looking anywhere but at his (Name). âAre there any you six would like to go by?â
âPearlâ you smiled, tucking Ashengrottoâs long strand of hair behind his ears, making him stiffen.
âYou call me Angelfish often, I can go by Angel.â
âAh! Iâll go by Tart!â âTartâ turned to Riddle and smiled. âYour favorite!â
Schoenheit turned to his (Name) and smiled. âWhat would you like?â
âJewel works.â Jewel smiled back, laughing as Hunt exclaimed.
âMerveilleux! A beautiful name for a beautiful person!â
Asim looked expectantly at âSilkâ (Name), tilting his head curiously.Â
âDoes Jamil call you anything back home?â
You paused, tapping a finger to your lip before smiling.Â
âCall me, Habibi.â
Asim looked utterly delighted at the name, eyes shining.Â
The others looked at the last two, mostly at the (Name) attending to a waking Shroud.
âAlright, alright. No more faintingâŚoh! Uh, call me Percie.â
The last (Name) looked down, embarrassed, as everyone looked at them expectantly.
ââŚMousy.â
A snort left Kingscholarâs mouth, which he promptly closed before retorting after seeing the glare you gave him. His tail whipped against his legs.Â
Crowley clapped his hands, a satisfied smile on his face.Â
âWonderful! Everyone, please make your guests comfortable! Young Draconia, if you will follow me, we will begin the new ritual spell. Come, come!â
Just like that, everyone began shuffling out of the room, the group of twelve separating from the headmage and Malleus as they went opposite directions.Â
Malleus paused, turning back to look at the group. The different versions of you all looked so happy, being with the others. It made his heart feel heavy.Â
âPoor Grim, Riddle dear, do you think Trey will be able to make him a treat? To make him feel better?â
âAzul, I forgot you had these glasses. I like them, you look so cute. Ah, it makes me wanna cry a bit!â
âAlright Idia, no more fainting please, youâll get a concussion at this rate.â
âYou know, Leona, itâs been a while since I've seen you with your hair down. You just look so much younger like thisâŚâ
âOh, Vil, do you like the outfit? Itâs one you picked out for me, you know?â
âKalim, maybe text Jamil about the situation now? Just so we donât stress him outâŚand no parties or feasts today, please?â
Ignoring the lump in his throat, Malleus turned back around and sped up to Crowleyâs side. It didnât matter what these other versions of you meant to them. He was going to get his (Name) back.Â
His beastieâŚcome back to him.
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Matt: You can see why they are the twins. Travis: Ma'am excuse me this is an Arby's X
"Why are you in this country if you hate it so much?"
Umm... I was born here? Moving out of the country is expensive and one of my criticisms of the US is how we treat the poor? It's actually somewhat difficult to get citizenship somewhere else? You're supposed to be critical of your own culture and engage in politics somewhat? I have a right to speak my mind?
this is Tráťnh Thu Vinh, a Vietnamese sport shooter. at her debut appearance in the Olympic Games, she finished fourth in the women's 10 metre air pistol event
and this is her featured cover photo for ELLE, a local fashion magazine, which goes hard as fuck
I love the fact that Kalim being such a sweet boi, a good lad, just the kindest person expecting nothing in return for his generosity got him a win in the tournament.
And that Leona had to admit that being nice can actually get you somewhere.
Meganâs Instagram Update (July 8, 2024)
The war on drugs is rooted in racist policies . The failure of the war and drugs is obvious. We need to find a better solution, because people of color should never be the victims of racist policies. White Americans are more likely than black Americans to have used most kinds of illegal drugs, including cocaine and LSD. Yet blacks are far more likely to go to prison for marijuana, which is not a hard drug. Moreover , even when white people get caught , they get less time in prison.Â
âŚis that Rachael Leigh Cook, the same actress who did the original anti-drug ad when she was a teenager?
It is indeed.
She grew up, realized sheâd been exploited to further a racist government agenda, and turned around to bite the hand that feeds. Awesome.
can you believe it guys, dashcon 10 yr anniversary, just a week away
ITâS TODAY
happy 10 years to all who celebrate
Happy Ten Year Anniversary
There's a reason the state starts by going after the people you refuse to respect
Fuckin iowa jesus christ. And fucking republicans in general
Please notice that the wording they use has shifted from "marriage between one man and one woman" to "marriage between one male and one female". This is not a coincidence. GCs and terfs have no excuse to not see the blood on their hands.
new art~
New TWST art done by CloverWorks (an anime studio) will be releasing over the course of the next week.
Itâs to promote a new line of merch featuring this art; since itâs an anime studio thatâs producing this art, I wonder if they will serve as teasers/previews to the art style for the TWST anime adaptation?????? đ
Anyway!! Day 1 is an oldie but a goodie, Heartslabyul~
Next up is Savanaclaw!
Theyâve all got nice, big grins!
f e e s h
Today is Octavinelle!!
It feels a little odd to see so much of their arms exposed in their human forms; usually their dorm uniforms cover that and are much more formal.
Scarabia time đľ
Kalimâs head kind of looks like itâs photoshopped on the rest of his body and idk why I perceive it like that but itâs fiiineâ
BAM! Itâs Pomefiore â¨
Feels strange to see Vil in just a simple black T-shirt but of course he still wears it well! I imagine this is how they dress for VDC practice~



