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Azul’s wish

Octavinelle dorm - Azul’s room

Azul: My wish is… “For Mostro Lounge to prosper even more.”

Idia: That sounds exactly like something you’d wish for but on the other hand that makes it incredibly boring.

Ortho: Brother! Your true thoughts are coming out unbidden.

Azul: Hmph, what he says matters not.

Azul: After all, I’ve taken all the necessary preparations for this wish to come true!

Ortho: Preparations? This is the first time I’ve met someone who’s claimed such a thing.

Ortho: What exactly has Azul Ashengrotto-san prepared?

Azul: To be precise, we are holding a business collaboration with the Top 3 popular menus of Mostro Lounge!

Idia: Eh? …You mean like one of those anime collab cafes?

Azul: Quite right. The cafe that does its business in “that” famous training facility for magical students, Night Raven College…

Azul: Just spread the word a bit and they’ll take the bait.

Azul: As a matter of fact, we’ve already gotten a business offer, our plans are proceeding quite smoothly.

Azul: If this collaboration project continues to sail smoothly, opening a 2nd, even a 3rd branch, won’t be a far off dream after all.

Azul: However… our dear principal had caught wind of the news, and had something to say about it.

Azul: “If you are to use the special brand name of Night Raven College for your advertising… the school has the rights to receive royalties.”

Azul: Good grief, that man’s avarice knows no bounds.

Idia: I think you’re the last person who should be saying that.

Ortho: Hey, brother…

Ortho: Azul Ashengrotto-san’s wish isn’t actually a wish, but rather just a goal isn’t it?

Idia: You got it. Now that I think about it, Azul-dono has always hated relying on luck in any boardgame club activities.

Azul: Fufufu, I will fulfill this wish perfectly!!

Idia: Uhh, Azul-dono.

Idia: Hate to burst your bubble but, I don’t think that’s how this event works.

Incorrect Twisted Wonderland Quotes

Jade: Azul, remember what we discussed? Ladies love to talk about themselves and occasionally the person they are interested. I’m sure you’ll do fine around Mc with a high chance of possibly embarrassing yourself.

Azul, sweating: Jade, you’re not helping.

Floyd: Just get it over with Azul, “It’s about them” concept. I don’t want to stay at work for long!

Azul: I’ll double up your pay alright.

*later on*

Floyd: So wanna see how he’ll mess up again?

Jade: Now now, I believe it’s called moral support. There’s nothing wrong with a memory or two.

*At the date*

Azul, nervous as fuck: Hello Mc, thank you for accepting my dinner invitation

Mc: Thanks! I wasn’t expecting to be invited to a fancy restaurant. I’m kinda Embarrassed.

Azul: Oh don’t mind them at all, you look great!

Mc: As always a charmer.

Azul, smiling, forgetting what to say: So ugh..

Mc: Hm?

Azul, remembering what Floyd said, takes a deep breath:

Mc: So Azu-

Azul, panicking and accidentally cuts them off: I-I have a question!

Mc: sure-? *taken back*

Azul: *alright play it cool*

Azul, business mode and completely out of his mind from the anxiety: So what’s your social security number?

Mc, chokes on their drink: M-My what?

Mc: Senpai.. I’m.. *sniffles* broke

*Jade and Floyd at the background trying not to wheeze*

The wheel turns… the blood–pure and warm… Who will take the vial on this winter night?~

Twisted Wonderland Matchups - Golden Star (NSFW)

Commissioned to @sleepy-kat14

By the swirl of the vial, the mystery unfolds…

『Your destiny is with…—』

TW// a bit of dacryphilia, master/servant vibes, humiliation and degradation

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

→ Azul Ashengrotto

He meets you at the entrance ceremony and sees you’re slightly anxious for the results, but he mostly pays no mind. But when he sees that somehow, you’ve placed in Octaniville, he gets enthused. People see that you’ve caused this octopus boy’s attention to overlook everything else, and instead, hunt you over. With the help of his two eel companions, Floyd and Jade, he’ll hunt you down, just so he can get to know you better. He saw that you were easygoing, and that you were just a bit naive, kind of like a kitten wandering around a parking lot in search of a warm bed and a good meal. He saw that you were a people pleaser, and Floyd started giving him ideas on the future, with his mind being the way it is. The ideas on corruption started to flow in his mind, Suggestibility, perhaps? He let his mind dance briefly, but not enough for it to get distracted, oh no. He offers you a place at the Mostro Lounge. Are you in need of a job there in this new world? Of course, you’ll take it happily won’t you? But don’t worry. This won’t be the end of your relations with Azul, no no.

His mind will curve around the fact that you’re particularly smart, and that your grades seem to be important to you, which adds more fantasies within his fishy friend’s head.How you treat customers, your innocent sweet smile, the way your ass jiggles in your light fitting pants… ah did we mention that Jade gave you pants that were a size too small? Yeah, for the sake of Azul trying to examine your behavior with other people, you grew increasingly anxious when you felt your pants tightening with each step, how your breath started to wander off on its own path… oh, but let’s not get too hasty now. He has work to do.

Oh, how he’ll play you into his palm moments later however. Much like a kitten, your submissive nature may get the best of you when he pulls a contact from his lovely hands, golden paper aligned with a signature line adorning the bottom of the cursive typed wording, neatly spaced and ready for any innocent reader to take a nose dive. Of course, when you read it you sign it right? As a people pleaser, you’re so agreeable. Such an agreeable little darling you can be for this octopus.~ But what does this contract entail? Do we have a deal?

Well, it’s you of course! In exchange for fufilling all of Your desires he gets you in exchange… you body at least. As a chubby man himself, he sees your stretch marks and your beautiful chub, and he finds enlightenment to see that he can have someone to relate to. Albeit he’s a little ashamed in his body, he can find pleasure in the fact that you don’t mind.

Such a cutie patootie you are to him, obeying every command like a dog, listening to his every word, it’s almost like you were made to be put on a leash for his amusement. He’ll give you complicated things to do— such as dusting up in high places where you have to force your body to stretch up real high, or clean down below tables, where you have to find ways to contort your body so that you’ll fit. He watches you do this with a twisted grin, as he gets to revel in the fact that you’re trying for him.

Some octopi can be quite aggressive. Especially however in the presence of a mate. So when Floyd comes for grabs, Azul, quite darkly, shoos him away from his prey. Buying you lavish things as possession gifts, watching you wear them as you game with your friends. They see you wearing that necklace he got for you the other day, or the ring he found just out of nowhere— damn near strapped to your finger like a keepsake. He finds it erotic that other people get to see these gifts without any real or clear intention as to what they mean.

And when he ties you up so intricately, he’s always been a fan of shibari, the Japanese rope tie style, so intricate and so artistic, like a piece of artwork for his crustacean eyes. He’s so fascinated by your doe eyes, the way they revel in the false light of hope. Your reddening cheeks, puffy and akin to his own, filling with blood at his feather light glove clad touches on your skin. How quaint.~

The Leech twins can only scoff and laugh at the mess that Azul has made you— from a commoner to his queen, wrapped in a contract. Be sweet to him, and he will show you his mercy, as a gentleman should. But when he doesn’t, oh dear do things get wild. He’ll start by verbally degrading you as he enters the room, clapping his hands slowly, as if honoring your subtle form in his shadow. He walks over, slowly, like a snake in the woods monitoring its prey, and he pulls you closer. Pulls you by the chain wrapped on your neck. The beautiful sapphire gems engraved in what would’ve been soft black leather, with his initials and yours, carved into a single silver heart with a cute bell in the front that would ring when you got excited. Would command you to kneel before him and service him, much like a good girl should. Being keen on the fact that you would be doing everything, his hands would be instructing yours, as though silently telling you to unbutton, pull down, pull out, caress, stroke, suck….

Will you be a good girl and get back on the bed for him? Like good prey that he won’t have to hunt down? Will you be good and spread your legs for him? Giving him a feast for his eyes to drool upon, as your cunt swells and dumbly drools at the sight of his hunger laden eyes. At times like this, he’s all but gentle as he shows you who’s boss here, the dominant one in this contract, all the while keeping a confident smile on his face knowing he has all the power, all the control, all the energy in the world knowing he has everything laid out before him, just for him to take and crush. To pound. To make that someone cry and whine and moan like a small cat, clawing away at him for mercy. It’s not gonna work my dear. With all this power he has, he’ll go crazy.

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Jamil and The Very Long God Damnit He’s So Fucking Tired Day

@moorsgrimhilde

Comfort Headcanons: Heartslabyul + Octavinelle

Summary: The second and third years are here for you, if you’d like the comfort I’ve only done two dorms for now, but might write the rest too if there’s interest!

Characters: Riddle, Trey, Cater, Azul, Jade, Floyd

CW:At the start of each section the reader’s worries/situation is described. If you’d rather not read contents related to said topics, feel free to scroll past!

Heartslabyul: feeling alone, like you don’t fit in

• Trey is aware their dorm can be a rowdy bunch, but please know that whenever you’re feeling down, they’re more than happy to be there for you to lean on.
• Riddle tells you about the history of the dorm, slowing down to appreciate the rose garden especially.
• When he’s not angered, Riddle’s voice is very pleasant to listen to. Besides that, there’s a sense of delicate nostalgia in the way he introduces you to how roses came to be symbolic to the Queen of Hearts.
• Riddle can be a little awkward about approaching emotions, but you realise he’s trying to keep you company in his own way. Perhaps listening to stories like these was how he passed the time when he was a child?
• You can imagine a young Riddle, curious and wide-eyed at the wondrous campus you get to live on. Besides that, you can see the way he seems to find comfort in nature and animals - perhaps as a result of the strict childhood you heard of from Trey…
• Riddle is a gentle person beneath his severity, and through today you feel a bit less intimidated by his perfection in academics. Trey places a plate of biscuits before you, telling you about the new blend he bought lately.
• Whether or not you’re the type to appreciate the aroma of tea, there’s no doubt that having a warm drink soothes the senses. Trey checks up on you, asking how things have been going lately - he’s attentive and makes you feel listened to without the pressure of divulging things you’d rather not, and shares random stories he can think of to pass the time as well.
• And of course, as a reliable third-year, Trey is happy to offer some advice if you have something on your mind. When you ask him if there was anything he wishes his past self knew, Trey was caught off-guard before settling into a thoughtful silence.
• Finally, you’re told that he wishes he was a bit braver. He says this quietly right as Cater enters the room, flashing a smile and wink at you as he announces that he’s here to help his cute underclassman through their rough path.
• You try to tell him that it’s not that serious, but Cater simply continues on and joins the conversation (something about how you shouldn’t take away his chance to support you).
• When you offhandedly summarize that you were just feeling a little alone and isolated, Cater frowns - but not particularly at you, rather…
• “Hey, we’re right here, aren’t we?” He tries to pout and lighten the mood, but it melts into a sadder, understanding smile. “So even if you feel like there’s nowhere to go, you can come to us.”
• Despite all its rules, Wonderland is a place that accommodates all sorts no matter what cards you’ve been dealt. So when the roses have been painted red, and the white rabbit wanders across the green… won’t you humor them for a tea party or two?

Octavinelle: too many things to do, burnout/overwhelmed

• Busy, busy, busy… That was your general impression of Octavinelle. Who could blame you when the lounge was always bustling with business and students, hurrying about for studies and clubs? 
• Azul sympathizes with your desire to handle things alone, but doesn’t agree with the way you’re stretching yourself thin. He reminds you that a sustainable lifestyle would always be better in the long run, and even offers his help.
• He knows how hard it can be to break out of a habit, so instead of simply convincing you to want to change, Azul gives you tips to cope with it for now. He respects your feelings to continue on, and tries to make it more forgiving on you with tips and knowledge.
• Payment? Oh, don’t worry about it - he’ll collect that when you’re not as overwhelmed with life. Very benevolent of him, no?
• Jade mentions that you seem frazzled these days, which surprises you since you didn’t realise he was paying attention. 
• He asks if you’d like a drink (on the house!) And who are you to reject the offer when he gives you a slight smile and starts to work?
• Little talks with Jade are nice, especially when there are no ulterior motives - and you find that he’s quite good at giving advice! Especially when what you needed was a strategic approach. His mind was as sharp as ever, always able to help you out of a conundrum - not without reasonable efforts on your part too, of course.
• Floyd simply takes a look at you and says that prolonging your burnout doesn’t seem to be worth it - because the look in your eyes? You don’t seem like you’re having fun, and that’s reason enough to stop.
• It’s touching enough that he doesn’t just leave you to suffer alone though. Floyd tags along with you on occasion (he does leave when he gets too bored, but it’s the thought that counts! And he does come back around later to check if you’re still slaving away.)
• In a sense, he likes to look after you! Much like Jade, you don’t really realise this until he asks if you’re done with that project for Professor Trein, and halfway through your answer you trail away in surprise. Floyd doesn’t pay it any mind though, prompting you to continue.
• Despite how ambitious your peers could be, you learn that when work hours dwindle to a stop, even the fishes go to rest. The sea and stars murmur, quiet as the moon watches over your tired forms.

..

From the depths of sleep, you surface into the waking world, laid on a bed, shaped like a boat with a nest of red silk and velvet pillows. In this dark lair located under the opera theater, what provided light were only the numerous candles that sat atop the intricate antique candelabras. The cascading fabrics of white tainted with time decorated the dark grey walls of the small lair with the pieces and pillars of elegant curls and spirals of gold aged with time. A turn of your head and your (e/c) eyes landed on a looming pipe organ perched atop an elevated ground, an empty stool accompanying the large instrument.

“I see, we’ve met again.”

A voice reached your ears, unfamiliar yet familiar. Another turn of your head. (E/c) eyes made contact with golden amber eyes. “Do you perhaps remember me, dearest wisher?” He leaned on the headboard of the bed on which you lay on. As you were about to answer, the golden-haired man stood on his full height and walked past your form, walking towards the organ.

“A change has been made. The role of the Phantom, given to someone else.” Climbing up the small set of stairs that led to the organ, the man lingered in front of the pipe organ, humming a familiar tune, as mesmerizing as the night.

“… Learning of the casting, I had to change it or else I’d face a boot on my face..” The man shuddered as his golden-amber eyes looked into the distance, recalling the time in which a certain beauty stormed to his lair.

“Ah, right… Before we get distracted.” The golden-haired man turned around, facing you. “I don’t recall that I’ve reintroduced myself.” With a tilt of his head, his eyes glimmered with amusement, “Once again, you may have come to know me as Storian. Don’t forget of this face, yes?” He winked as he walked down the stairs and held a hand out for you to take, “Come. I’m sure that you’re looking forward to whoever took on the role of the Phantom.”

With the help of Storian, you were finally off the bed. In a blink of an eye and you felt the familiar coolness of the night wrap you in an embrace. The candle-lit lair disappeared as you found yourselves in a smaller area, filled with bouquets, a vanity on one side, a full-body mirror located on another side. With your hand on top of Storian’s, he led you in front of the full-body mirror.

Taking his place behind you, he patted your shoulder. “Behind that mirror is the Phantom that will star in your story. The Phantom to your Christine, the frame sitting atop the vanity shows the Raoul to your Christine.” With that explanation, he finally took his steps back as you turned your head to face the mirror.

Mirror on the Wall,

Who is the Phantom that lingers upon the shadows?

The longer you stare into the mirror, the more entranced you felt, the closer you tried to look, the faint silhouette of a chandelier appeared in the mirror. The heavy curtains of red lifted, showing the stage. A figure cloaked in a black cape was what you saw, standing in the middle of the stage.

The hat sitting atop his head prevented you from satisfying your curiosity. With a lift of his head, a silver lock of hair was what you saw, a mole on the lower left side of his lips.

“Sing for me.”

Staring back at you was the sky blue eyes of Azul Ashengrotto, a mask engraved with the design of a nautilus shell covering the upper right of his face.

“It seems that we’ve got ourselves not a ghost, but a witch… The Witch of the Opera…” Storian hummed to himself as he rested his chin on his hands. “Now, I believe it’s time for us to find out who shall compete against the Phantom for your love.” Storian led you away from the full-body mirror.

Despite being escorted away from the full-body mirror and towards the vanity, your eyes couldn’t tear away from the full-body mirror, his sky blue eyes catching your (e/c) eyes. Bringing a hand up, he extended his gloved hand for you to take. With your eyes still connecting with sky blue ones, your brought your hand up, slow and weighing with hesitation despite the need to take his hand. Your Angel of Music was there, on the other side of the mirror. The urge to take his hand was strong. Had it not been for the voice of Storian snapping you out of your trance, who knew what would’ve happened as you took his hand.

“Well then!!”

As you were brought back to reality, you wasted not a second as you looked at the man beside you. Greeted by the knowing look of Storian, it didn’t take long until you averted your eyes, fidgeting with your fingers and flowing white clothes. Standing rooted to the ground, you have almost forgotten why you were in front of the vanity until the young man beside you decided to speak, amusement lacing his words.

“The story has not yet started, and yet you’re already bewitched.” Storian walked towards the vanity and leaned on it. “I’ll give you the honors of uncovering the picture from the sea of bouquets.” Lifting his weight from the vanity, he took his place behind you once again as his golden-amber eyes observed the abundance of bouquets in the Prima Donna’s dressing room. While the man busied himself as he looked at the bouquets gathered in the dressing room, you walked towards the vanity, claiming your spot in front of the vanity, carefully moved the bundled flowers aside as you found the small, wooden frame of a picture amid a sea of colorful flowers.

With the vanity now clear of bouquets, you found a single red rose delicately place beside the framed picture of the viscount. Slate grey eyes stared back at you as wine-red locks framed his face. Illuminated by the warm glow of the candles, you found yourself taking in every detail of the picture. Hidden behind his serene expression was the stern glint in his eyes.

Despite the sternness of his expression, you felt a comforting warmth brush over you like delicate curtains dancing through the wind’s graceful melody; it was a contrast to the chilling yet enchanting spell of the masked man from the mirror.

Eyes drifted off towards the single rose tied with a ribbon of black wrapped around its stem. A small lavender and red gem delicately sat upon the center of the ribbon bow. As your fingers wrapped around the stem, your eyelids began to close like the heavy stage curtains upon the stage. (E/c) eyes looked up from the rose. Your eyes found nothing but your reflection through the vanity.

With the first notes of the pipe organ, you felt yourself sink back down into the arms of Hypnos.

As your eyelids fell down like curtains covering the stage, your last sight was that of a mirror with not of your reflection, not even of the figure of the silver-haired Witch of the Opera,

But of the Queen of the Opera.

*This is based on the birthday lines the boys say to you and my best reactions to some of them. I have linked the video so pls show your support to the person who took the time to translate it for us.*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJx-jpIzElY

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Ace: “Too bad! You didn’t get the ace of hearts. Looks like-”

MC: “But I still stole your heart, don’t I?”

Ace: “….yes”

….

Trey: “Since it’s your birthday, I’ll let you have one wish. As long as it’s within my capability.”

MC: ….

MC: “Marry me.”

….

Leona: “Well sorry, but don’t expect me to do anything special for your birthday.”

MC: *time to unleash the twinkly kitty eyes attack*

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Jack: “Follow me, we’re going training.”

MC: “Are you seriously going to train me to run faster on my birthday?”

Jack: “Hmm. I guess that’s one way to prevent yourself from being marked.”

MC:

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Ruggie: “Well of course I’m here to celebrate this occasion with you. Why else would I be here?”

*MC staring as Ruggie continuous to put food from the table into his bag*

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Azul: “I assure you that my gift is to your liking. After all, I have carefully researched all your preferences.”

MC: *sweats and immediately clearing their search history*

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MC: “JADE DO SOMETHING! YOUR BROTHER IS GOING TO KILL ME!!”

Floyd: *happily carrying MC on his shoulder to head for a ‘thrilling time’ in the Coral Sea*

Jade: “Oya oya~”

….

*Kalim wanting to wish MC a happy birthday as many times as possible*

Kalim: *pops in from behind* “Happy birthday MC!”

Kalim: *pops in from the cauldron* “Happy birthday MC!”

Kalim: *opens the door* “Happy birthd-!”

MC: “Kalim!! This is the bathroom! Get out!”

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Vil: “I of course am giving you the best present for a growing person such as yourself.”

*MC receives anti-aging skincare products. Feels a stray tear roll down their eye*

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Idia: “Happy birthday. You’re one year closer to death, how’s it feel?”

MC:…

*proceeds to drag Idia into the party in hopes he will collapse from the extrovert atmosphere*

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Malleus: “I wish you a happy birthday, and you have my blessings.”

MC: *hit with sudden sleeping beauty vibes*

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Sebek: “How can you not know what you want?! I shall not leave your side until you come up with something!”

MC: “…Works for me.”

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Lilia: “Of course I remember your birthday. But I tend to forget my own. Hehehe, can’t you remember it for me?”

MC: “Is this some new form of proposal?”

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Grimm: “We get to eat a big cake today, right?! I’m sure you can’t finish it on your own, so I’ll help you out. Nyahaha!”

MC: “Oh you ignorant cat. You underestimate my second stomach for sweets.”