#rendy-a

[merakiui]

I think it's been so long since we talked about the Omega verse that we have several new Halloween characters that haven't been placed in it. Please, Mera, give us your thoughts on where the last few Halloween guys fit in.

:O omg you’re right!!! I have so many thoughts,,

I think Skully could be either omega or alpha, but it’s really cute to imagine him as an alpha who folds at the slightest scent, who fucks during ruts like he’s desperate, who stuffs you full of his knot and sobs because it’s so warm and tight and good!!!!! OTL he’s an alpha only in name, but his actions leave him seeming more omega than anything. Although when he gets serious (or is pushed to a level that requires him to be more forceful)… perhaps then he lives up to his alpha nature. His pheromones are so soft and sickeningly sweet. Spiced pumpkin and something else. Like mourning flowers or fresh soil dug out for an open grave. :)

Fellow’s an omega, however much he tries to act like an alpha. It’s all pompous showmanship. He’s the type to divert your attention whenever you scrutinize his second gender. Don’t worry too much about it. He’s an alpha through and through! Of course, once you discover that’s not the case, he’ll huff and grumble. What’s so great about alphas anyway? He may be an omega, but he is incredibly strong-willed…up until his heat and then he’s at your mercy. His pheromones are probably very carnival-based. Like fried desserts and popcorn! Or maybe he smells like apples. :D

Swing may be an alpha to many, but I like to imagine he’s an omega….. please hear me out on this one!! >:) an omega who you assume is an alpha, so it shocks you when you learn he’s an omega and that’s all just raw strength when he manhandles you to his liking to get what he wants during his heats. He acts like a spoiled, clingy purse dog despite being a whopping 200-something centimeters. T_T even when it comes to second genders, he’s always so good at tricking you. >_< you’ll never guess this absolute unit of a fae is actually an omega who craves you in the most carnal ways. Swing’s pheromones could be delicious, but I think it would be fun if they’re just,,, rot and death. Like the type of stink that draws bugs in, like maggots in rotting flesh and flies to garbage.

But then it’s very fun to discuss all flavors of these guys!!! <3 lots of yummy potential!!

[merakiui]

Mera, I just read your response to the 'rent Ruggie as your boyfriend' question, and I had an amusing idea. You are from another world and really have a low grasp on what money here is worth. You are going to pay him and shove a wad of bills into his hand and bashfully say, "Just make sure I get about this much in value out of this." Only, you've mixed up your thaumarks and madol and accidently paid him a great sum... like half the yearly budget Crowley gave you for Ramshackle. Ruggie looks at the cash in surprise. Well, you clearly want a full boyfriend experience out of this. He is a hyena of his word, so of course he has to give you what you are asking for...

Omg omg yes!!!!! He’ll pocket all of that money and put in work to give you the best experience worth all that cash. >:) at this point, almost anything’s on the table. You need him to be your stand-in to meet your “parents” (i.e. the NRC staff and faculty)? He’s dressing his best. You need a date to an event? He’s there and he’ll do anything you ask of him (handholding? Done. Cheek kisses? Done. Cute nicknames? Sure, he can stomach that).

Good morning/good night texts? He’s got that covered. He’s even gone as far as adding a little heart to your contact name in his phone so it’s fully immersive. <3 Ruggie realizes you probably wouldn’t even realize if he scammed you because you’ve yet to learn the rates and worth of the money in Twisted Wonderland, but somehow he just can’t bring himself to do that when he sees how giddy you get over these little things. ^^;;; he’s not “going soft”!!! He’s just………being a good (rental) boyfriend. Yeah. That’s all.

[merakiui]

OK, that last ask on organ shaped chocolates that Skully has doctored. Only, the chocolate has a poison in it. Don't worry, there is an antidote! He's taken a potion that turns his fluids into an antidote. You just have to...*blushes furiously*

Or don't! That's delightful as well. Just think, he'll lay innocently by your side as you slowly slip away and then take a vile of poison, too. So romantic! Just like Romeo and Juliette!

So Darling, what's your choice?

:O !!!! omg..... Skully, you devilish cad!!!!!

I like to imagine a darling who isn't fazed by him. This is exactly the kind of trick an obsessive guy like him would pull. And since his fluids are the antidote, you really have no choice. Grabbing hold of his suit and yanking him down to your height, crashing your lips against his dry ones for the sloppiest, all tongue and teeth kiss he'll ever receive from you. Your goal is to get as much of his saliva as possible. You're not looking to die anytime soon. Who knows what this creep will do with your corpse!!! >_< even worse, if you were tied to him in the afterlife..... isn't that just a curse!!!!!! You definitely can't let that happen.

When he tries to pull away out of shock or maybe cowardice because he wasn't expecting you to be so forward ohmyghoul, you drag him right back. >:) it's a kiss so viscerally physical it's almost like you're trying to eat his face. Hottest moment of Skully's life. He's going to be thinking about this moment forever. He'll write poetry about it; he'll journal it!!! All while you're wiping your mouth and sighing because he can be so dramatic sometimes. You're never accepting any chocolates or candies from him again!!! T^T

Skully's hunched over on the ground, clutching his pearls chest and catching his breath,,, feeling so hot and dizzy. He definitely felt your tongue prod between the gap in his teeth,,, uuuwwaaa,, you're really so perfect, an absolute dream!!!!! ☆(≧▽≦)☆

[merakiui]

Remember your fem!Riddle thought where she steals Reader from undeserving boyfriend Floyd? Add mother Georgina as Headmistress of the all girls academy Riddle and Reader attend. You know Riddle has a major complex about women authority figures. So, of course, she has a sort of idol worship dynamic with her oh so capable Headmistress. And yes, she has realized that her idol Headmistress and..."him" share a last name, but a lot of people have the same name. They are so different, they couldn't be related. Absolutely not. And then Riddle finds out...

AAAAAAA YES!!!! Headmistress Georgina!!!

Poor Riddle is in agony. How can such a capable, admirable woman be mother to the…thing that is Floyd? >_< she just doesn’t understand. If the Headmistress sees you in the hall, she’ll greet you with a pleasant smile, often making short conversation. She’ll tell you she greatly enjoyed your company at dinner and even brings up a funny anecdote about how flustered Floyd was when she started getting into embarrassing stories from his childhood. Riddle shudders to imagine it. In her mind, Floyd Leech and shame cannot exist in the same sentence. She’ll ask when you plan to visit again, to which you’ll awkwardly evade the question with vague replies. Headmistress Georgina immediately knows you’re lying, but she doesn’t push it. Not yet, anyhow.

And then she’ll turn to Riddle and beam pleasantly, and Riddle’s very proud the Headmistress knows of her existence. But then why wouldn’t she know one of her top students? Her questions seem rather pointed, though, like a knife held right at Riddle’s jugular. “And how long have you been friends with Miss (Name)?” “You two certainly seem close. Perhaps you also know my sons?” “I believe Floyd’s mentioned you before, in fact. You’re his goldfish friend, are you not?” It irritates Riddle that anyone would ever mistake her and Floyd as friends. But surely this is just how the Headmistress is; she just wants the best for her children and students, ensuring everyone is getting on swimmingly.

If Riddle’s going to recognize the familial ties between the two, at the very least she’ll begrudgingly admit they all share that same sharp smile. If anything, Headmistress Georgina gave most of her mannerisms to Jade, thankfully so. All admitted in a huff. Jade’s more tolerable than Floyd, but only because he knows how to have tact when situations call for it. “I dunno,” you’ll tell Riddle as you carry on down the hall, arms linked and giggling. “Jade’s pretty wild himself.”

Riddle simply rolls her eyes. Bad news all around. She can’t let you get tangled up in those delinquents!!!! Besides (Name) Leech does not sound perfect. (Name) Rosehearts, on the other hand… music to her ears. :)

[merakiui]

Mera, are you aware of the old horror movie/book Misery?  Lately, I’ve been thinking of a scenario of that with Dr Riddle. 

Imagine Dr Riddle Rosehearts is famous for his innovative surgery methods for removing clots in the liver and lungs.  Only, he hasn’t quite managed the same breakthrough on the heart.  Its hard to conquer the heart.  And quite honestly, he is sick of it.  All of it.  He never really wanted to go into this sort of exploratory medicine but his mother pushed him into it.  And now people expect things from him.  Things he isn’t sure he can deliver.  And…well, he’d rather just run away from it all.

Driving at night deep in the mountains, snow starts to fall gently.  Riddle isn’t familiar with this area or the roads.  He’d picked a way at random.  He was distracted by the call he’d made to his mother to tell her he resigned from his position at the hospital.  She’d had a few things to say about it.  That was putting it mildly.  They’d fought for at least an hour with Mother insisting Riddle return home immediately so she could lesson him properly on his duty and place.  He’d refused.  Now, here he is, driving recklessly through an unknown mountain range going nowhere but away. 

Suddenly, a tumble of rock, snow and greenery side across the road; a landslide.  Riddle slams on the brakes but his tires hit sleek ice on the roads and his car turns sideways before careening off the road and down the mountain.  Riddle briefly remembers the trunk of the tree approaching his windshield at an alarming rate before he didn’t remember anything at all.

When he awakens, Riddle is overwhelmed by pain.  His leg hurts, his back hurts, basically all of him hurts but mostly the leg.  He opens his eyes and is surprised to find himself in bed and not wedged behind the wheel of his ruined car in some death-trap valley on a mountainside.  He takes measure of his pain and notes his leg is indeed in poor condition.  He can’t see it underneath a heavy wrapped bandage, but his medical knowledge tells him it is at least sprained but mostly likely worse.  Taking in the bandage, Riddle appraises he’s had at least rudimentary medical attention.  It was nicely wrapped for a non-medical setting.

Then there is a knock at the door and reader arrives.  You greet the startled Doctor warmly and scold him to hold still while you examine his injury.  Riddle watches you carefully as you unwrap the injury (its gruesome), question him on his condition and then skillfully rewrap it in a fresh bandage.  You are trained at this.  When Dr Riddle questions you, you helpfully supply that you were once a nurse.  You’d learned the skill to care for a dear family member but they died of a blood clot in the heart. 

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Riddle can’t help but be bitterly reminded of his own research and failure in the subject.  It appears you were thinking the same thing because then you shyly question if he isn’t THE Dr Riddle Rosehearts whose groundbreaking research provided new methods into improving outcomes in blood clot patients.  Riddle is startled.  He hadn’t expected to meet anyone with such in-depth knowledge of him and his work in a place like this.  Just who are you? 

You smile shyly at him and introduce yourself.  You are Nurse [Name], well, former nurse.  You had a relative with severe heart issues that inspired you to go into the field.  You’d paid special attention to lectures on heart-related treatments and experimental research in case it could help your relative.  Eventually, your relative got sick enough that you left the hospital to move to this remote mountainside and be their personal nurse.  They hadn’t survived.  Riddle tries to offer some shallow sympathy for your departed loved one but you wave him off.  You’ve moved past that and only hope that someday there will be a treatment so no one else has to needlessly lose someone they care about.  Then you look pointedly at Riddle.

Riddle doesn’t meet your eyes.  He knows what you mean, what you expect.  He is the great Dr Rosehearts and everyone thinks he can solve anything.  But he can’t.  And he doesn’t want to try anymore.  You smile sadly at his dismissal and tell him he might feel differently tomorrow.  Tomorrow?  Why can’t he leave today?  You laugh at his city sensibilities.  Who do you think is coming out to the end of nowhere to clear that road?  It will be a few weeks at least before anyone can leave this cabin.  Plus…you trail off and gesture to his leg.  Yes, it appears Riddle will be your guest for some time.

There isn’t a lot to do when you are bedridden with a broken foot.  Riddle read a few books you’d offered him, avoiding the medical journals you not so subtly mixed in, and listened to the radio.  Sometimes, you’d stop in and chat with him.  He enjoyed your lively conversation until the topic ultimately worked its way around to his abandoned research, which it always seemed to do.  Riddle never wanted to think about medicine again.  ‘But couldn’t you though?’ you always seemed to prod. 

He avoided the topic quite doggedly until the day arrived that the stack of reading material you offered him contained ONLY medical journals.  Riddle looked at you crossly and declared you to be as controlling as his mother in a snide voice.  You merely smiled darkly at him and departed the room, leaving him to his reading.  He tried to resist by humming songs to himself and gazing at the scrap of sky he could see out the bedroom window from his post in bed but before long he succumbed to boredom and reached for the journals.  When you arrived with his midday meal, you left him with lavish praise and a bowl of warm soup.  Riddle was loath to admit how both nourished him.

One day, you arrived and were very pleased to discover that Riddle had made an important breakthrough on his research.  It was just an idea he’d come up with while reading the numerous medical journals you’d left him, but it was progress.  You are so certain that your Dr Rosehearts is on the verge of solving this important issue.  You told him so confidently.  “Surely not,” Riddle replies and gestures to his leg.  It has been some time since the accident and the once broken limb is now barely wrapped with a light support for the ankle.  “I recall you said the road would be cleared by spring and my leg is clearly improved.”  You look at him aghast as he softly mutters, “I should be able to leave soon.”

He was right.  You could see it clearly.  Your Dr Rosehearts, leaving your cozy nest and flying far far away from you and his important research.  You can’t allow it.  If all that kept him here with you was a healing leg, well, that can be taken care of. 

When Riddle next awakens, he fights to push away the unpleasant memories.  You.  The sledgehammer.  His mangled leg and the pain.  So much pain.  The door is pushed open, and you merrily walk in with a tray holding a dish of oatmeal on top.  You greet him so warmly and wish him a very pleasant morning.  Then you spoon feed him his breakfast as tears roll down his ruddy cheeks.  You’ll be back later to hear about the important research you are doing together.  You pat the stack of journals meaningfully before you depart. 

Riddle ponders briefly which will be more likely for him to escape; the hated research or his loving caretaker/jailer?

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OMG.

OH EM GEE!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOSH??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

RENDY-A, YOU ARE AMAZING!!!!!!! Sending an entire fic basically??!?!?! I LOVE THIS!!! SO MUCH!!!!!!!! This was such a treat to read. Dr. Riddle becoming the trapped one, at the mercy of the obsessed nurse!darling, based on Misery..... very delicious. Coercing him to finish his research, slowly but surely forcing him into it day by day as he remains bedridden. From giving him the option to choose the medical journals to ultimately rescinding that privilege and now it's the only reading material he's allowed. Riddle telling you you're just like his mother and all you manage is a smile!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA OTL

He's going to remain your patient indefinitely. Maybe you'll let him go once the both of you finish your research, but that won't be for a long time. :)

[merakiui]

What are your thoughts on who just can't get over their ex-wife? Who is still crying into their pillow each night? Who is obsessively looking for gossip about them and how they are obviously not doing well (and should come back to him)? Who let them go because it was the right thing to do, and yet, they still leave ex-wife's space in the closet set aside like they'll be home at any moment?

AAAAAA OMG!!!!! This gives me a tremendous amount of thoughts omg omg!!!!!!

I can definitely imagine Azul searching for any and all information on you (mostly bad) because he wants to gather more reasons and evidence as to why you should come back to him. He just won't let you go.

Perhaps Vil operates under the similar notion of searching for you online, but it's only because he wants to ensure you're doing well for yourself and none of his fans (or your fans if you're famous as well or have just gained popularity through Vil due to your relationship) are causing you issues. If an obsessive fan comes after you, that gives Vil all the reason he needs to contact you and offer, at the very least, security to look after you until things calm down. Or, if anything else, why not just come back to him for the time being?

Floyd lets you go. He knows that if he was in your shoes he'd hate having to force something that just isn't working no matter how much he wanted it to work. It would be wrong to be selfish. He still leaves the empty space in the closet untouched for you. He still sets out an extra plate and utensils for you when it's mealtime, cooking portions to feed two instead of just one. He leaves your side of the bed made. Even though he knows you're not there, he still calls out to you when he comes home, hoping you'll one day respond. You never do and you probably never will.

Deuce is crying into his pillow. He's so heartbroken. :( he misses you so much and can't believe you're not here with him. He looks at pictures of you saved on his phone and in photo albums and enjoys the good memories that are photographed, but they always make him emotional. He loved you so much (and still does love you).

Riddle,,,,,,, he has no sense of what a "healthy marriage" is because of the poor example his parents set, so in his mind he thought things will improve if he simply forces it to get better. If he tolerates the growing divide between the two of you. Inevitably, that divide grew cavernous and now you're gone. He's torn between picking up the pieces and trying to move on from there and simply holding onto the misplaced hope that you might return eventually. He doesn't touch any of the things that are yours. Even if you still have some belongings left at his place (though he hates calling it his because it's both of yours), he leaves them be as if expecting you to return for them and (hopefully) stay. He still can't get over you and maybe he never will. Riddle doesn't understand the concept of soulmates, but he's certain that, with what limited comprehension he has on the matter, you were something close to that.

Lilia lets you go and from there he looks forward. It does sting and he is upset, but he's mature enough to know that some things just don't work out and it's best not to dwell on that. People drift apart just as easily as they grow old. That is just a facet of life and what it means to be alive. Instead, he holds onto the memories and when he speaks of you it's always with a smile. Though the look in his eyes is wistful, it's obvious he has nothing but fondness for you even in your absence.

[merakiui]

We've talked about Prisoner Floyd, but now that Promising Young Man Riddle is behind bars, let's hear about Prisoner Riddle. Just when he thinks he can never find someone to replace his former teacher, here is...

Jailor Darling who is the highlight of Riddle's day. The few minutes you stop to chat with him behind his cell bars while you do your rounds stay in his mind long after you go.

Janitor Darling who secretly chats with the charming prisoner Riddle. Maybe she even indulges him in impossible daydreams like "someday when your out of here we'll start a new life." If Riddle is lucky, she'll sneak a strawberry tart in among her cleaning supplies.

Councilor Darling who is in charge of Prisoner Riddle's psych evaluation. Riddle always has had mommy issues, so women in positions of authority just make him want to submit.

AAAA YES YES!!!! All of these are so good,,, I think Riddle would fall for you if you're someone he can have an intellectual dialogue with! It was one of his favorite things to do with his professor. He just loves chatting about academic subjects with someone who will understand, and you're just that kind of person. Not only are you sweet and treat him like another human (and not as the man who killed his classmate in a fit of rage), you also take time to genuinely have a conversation with him. Riddle adores it! He falls head-first into another obsession, and you quickly become the highlight of his days.

In Riddle's mind, the prideful part of him is fully convinced he's different than the rest of the people in here. Sure, he's wearing a jumpsuit just like everyone else and he's serving his sentence dutifully, but he's different. He's delusional, and whenever you talk to him it feeds into the narrative he's crafted that he truly is better than the other prisoners. To Riddle, a murder of one is much better than the other heinous crimes and kill counts other prisoners have committed.

When you stop by to conduct his evaluation and have a chat, Riddle desperately wants to exchange thoughts on various subjects that interest him (psychology, criminal law, your favorite sweets, etc). You try to keep him on track because you have a job to do and you can't indulge him all the time. You need Riddle to talk about what happened; he needs to answer the questions you're asking. Riddle does that; he's obedient most of the time. It's in his blood to be a good student, after all. But sometimes he just can't help it. He wants to pick your brain in the same way you pick his, asking you what you think of his crime. Not from a psychological or professional viewpoint, but from your own personal perspective. He's genuinely curious.

I feel like Riddle's case would have a cult following almost...... he was so composed and articulate during his trial, looking just like a pristine businessman in his pressed suit and leather Oxfords. :) so put-together and respectful,, it does hurt when his mother refuses to look him in the eyes when she sits there in the audience. It does hurt when she refuses to visit or even write to him. It does hurt, but it feels better when he's sat in front of you and you're telling him he can be honest about everything.

And this time he doesn't have to worry about someone else trying to win your heart. This time, it's just you and Riddle. You may have other patients you see, but Riddle knows none are more fascinating or intelligent than him.

[merakiui]

I see a lot of the sugar daddy thoughts going around, but I think a lot of the cast are average guys. Who do you think is working a second job to try to afford that sugar baby lifestyle for Darling, and does she know about his secret?

:O you're so right!!! There are many characters who are just average and aren't from rich or royal families like the others. My mind immediately goes to someone like Trey or Cater. Perhaps to make it easier for thoughts, here are the groupings:

Can genuinely afford sugar daddy lifestyle (i.e. family is rich/very financially stable): Leona, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus

Somewhere in the middle (not nearly as extravagant as the above category; perhaps middle class/upper-middle class): Riddle, Azul, Neige, Rook

Average middle class/lower-middle class/working class (comfortable and average/normal lifestyle): Ace, Deuce, Trey, Cater, Jack, Jamil, Epel, Sebek, Silver, Lilia

Lower class: Ruggie

I think it's cute to imagine Deuce working so hard so that he can afford a lifestyle like that. Being able to support you is a wonderful thing, so he'll do his best to give you the world!!! Or Riddle using that doctor's salary of his (in an au in which he is a successful doctor) to fund your sugar baby life). So many thoughts!!!

I feel like some of the characters (in their youth) are already well-off by way of inheritance. Azul's mother runs the most successful restaurant in the Coral Sea, so of course that brings in lots of money. And then Azul himself has his own business, which will inevitably grow and become even more successful. Or the twins who have never known anything else outside of being wealthy because they've always been spoiled and the "family business" seems to be very successful.

It's difficult to place Rollo (my love, my light, my life) in one of the categories because we know so little about his family (aside from what happened to his little brother), but I like to imagine he'd live modestly. Rollo who works at a flower shop will forever be my favorite thought for him. Twst can't tell me his hobby is cleaning and his talent is gardening and not expect me to daydream about flower shop owner Rollo or househusband Rollo. OTL although it is fun to imagine him working extra hours or jobs just to be able to give you all the things you want. <3

OH!!!!! Or Cater!!!! Cater who has curated this entire persona for himself online. On Magicam, you think he lives so lavishly. How else is he able to afford being your sugar daddy? But then behind the scenes he's working so many jobs,,,, there is so much more I could say about this omg........ so many thoughts filling my brain. orz I love Cater.