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i didn't realise that reblogs don't show up under tags so i have to make a new summary post for this š
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So, my brother downloaded MC and I was able to get it from his purchases and this is how my first time playing went!
Found this thing right next to a small cottage. I killed all the villagers surrounding the little house and took it for myself before finding this thing. It had two golden helmets and some other golden enchanted tools :3
I then found ANOTHER village right below the cottage. I raided all the homes. (and found this weird looking one as well.) As it turns out, you canāt leave the doors open or the villagers will be slaughtered by zombies, which I discovered when I found a little baby villager scurrying around the next day. Oopsies.
My main priority was finding and taming a wolf! My brother helped me feed it a bone, but it wasnāt following me. I got it rotten flesh, but it still didnāt like me >:/
Found a leash in the wild! Time to kidnap it
:3 baby
Locked him up so he couldnāt escape <33 mwah mwah
I opened the door and he ran out :(
Found another wolf!!!!!
APPARENTLY YOU HAVE TO CONTINUOUSLY FEED THEM BONES TO TAME THEM- anyhow!! One down :3
Found another fur baby <333
Two down :D
Leading these zombies to a pit in the daytime so I can burn the flesh out of them for my puppers <333
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The Prefect's Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Rulebook
summary: After yet another rule violation by Grim, Riddle hands you a comprehensive guide to Heartslabyulās regulations expecting you to finally learn and teach Grim. Instead, you retaliate by writing your own unofficial rulebook about Riddle himself, filled with exaggerated (but surprisingly accurate) observations. He inevitably gets his hands on the book. Riddle is left flustered and scandalized, especially with the last rule.
pairing: riddle rosehearts x gn!reader
warning: secondhand embarrassment experience.
word count: 2.4k
i had so much fun writing this. probably one of my favourite fics i have written. it's fun to write about my beloved riddle <3
It all started with a tart. Or rather, the lack of one.
You and Grim stood in the lounge, both of you equal parts guilty and unapologetic. Well, you were mostly guilty by association, considering it was Grim who had eaten one of Treyās tarts without permission, but in Riddleās eyes, you were both responsible.
"Grim," you sighed, standing before Riddle Rosehearts with his face red, arms crossed, eyes burning with irritation. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
Grim, hiding behind you, peeked out from behind your legs, ears twitching. "I regret nothing," he declared. "That tart was mine!"
"It most certainly was not!" Riddle snapped, his voice sharp. "That was my tart, specifically prepared for me. And not only did you eat it, but you also violated Rule #89 āNever eat a tart without the Queen's permissionā, and Rule #27 āDo not break into the dormitory kitchens after hoursā and Rule #53ā"
Grim huffed. "Ya make it sound worse than it is."
"You ate the Housewardenās tart in front of him and ran to me," you muttered, reminding him of his crime. You were surprised that Grim hadn't been collared yet.
"A mistake anyone could make," Grim said stubbornly.
"A mistake that you made," you deadpanned.
Riddle inhaled deeply, clearly exercising a lot of restraint to not collar Grim. Then, he presented you with a book, quite a massive book.
"This," he declared, "is the Heartslabyul Rulebook."
You took it, nearly dropping it due to its weight. No dorm rulebook should be this heavy, you thought. "This thing could kill a man."
Grim peeked at it over your shoulder and immediately recoiled. "Ugh! Words! Too many words!"
"That is exactly the issue," Riddle snapped at him. "You do not read the rules, and as a result, you break them." Riddle then turned to you, his face no longer red. "As the Ramshackle Prefect, I expect you to look after your dorm members. Therefore, I expect you to read this book in its entirety and teach Grim to behave himself in my dorm."
You blinked at him. This seemed hardly fair. Why did you have to be punished?
You opened the book to have a look.
Rule #1: Always respect the Queenās Decrees.
You promptly closed it.
"Yeah, Iām not doing that," you said.
Riddle frowned.
At first, you did try to read the rulebook, but between all your other work, assignments, and the endless errands you had to run, it simply wasnāt feasible. Not to mention how utterly ridiculous some of the rules were.
So instead of reading his rulebook, you wrote your own. For fun.
Grim was pleased with the outcome.
It had started as a joke, something to vent your many grievances about the amount of rules in Heartslabyul, but you quickly realized something: your rulebook wasnāt about Heartslabyul.
It was about Riddle, which Grim had helpfully pointed out.
"Myahaha! Look at this one! āRule #23 ā Riddle can and will recite the rules you broke.ā That one's good! Let me add some too!"
And so, The Prefectās Unofficial Guide to Riddle Rosehearts was born.
The Prefectās Unofficial Guide to Riddle Rosehearts
(Compiled by the Ramshackle Prefect, with essential additions and doodles from Grim. Rules may be ignored at your own risk. Side effects include but are not limited to: exasperation, lectures, punishments, and possible collaring.)
Rule #1 ā Anything is legal when Riddle has his back turned.
(Grim wrote this.)
Rule #2 ā Riddle will scold you for running in the halls, even if you are running to avoid being late for a meeting with him.
(It was a no-win situation. Youād be scolded for being late or scolded for running. There was no escape.)
Rule #3 ā Riddle has a āstern nodā and a āvery stern nod.ā Learn to tell the difference.
(One means āI am disappointed in you.ā The other means āYou will be collared in five seconds.ā)
Rule #5 ā If Riddle goes silent mid-sentence, he is either (a) so angry he canāt speak, or (b) realizing you have a point but refuses to admit it.
Rule #12 ā If you see Trey baking tarts, congratulations! You are in the presence of Heartslabyulās unofficial MVP. Do not let Riddle (or anyone) see you sneaking one.
Rule #18 ā If you notice Riddle's face is turning red, you have exactly three seconds to mentally prepare for whatever comes next.
Rule #23 ā Riddle can and will recite the rules you broke.
Rule #28 ā If you compliment Riddle out of nowhere, he will malfunction like a broken automaton.
(Highly effective distraction technique.)
Rule #31 ā If Ace says, 'Housewarden Riddle will never know,' Housewarden Riddle will absolutely find out.
Bonus Section:
Rule #31.1 ā If Ace says, 'I have a great idea,' walk away. It is neither 'great' nor 'an idea.'
Rule #31.2 ā If you try to hide something from Ace, he will immediately become interested.
Rule #34 ā Riddle pretends not to have a sense of humour, but he does.
(Itās just deeply buried under layers of responsibility and rule enforcement.)
Rule #38 ā Trey has a 70% success rate of calming Riddle down.
(Cater has a 50% success rate. Ace and Deuce have a -500% success rate.)
Rule #41 ā Riddle secretly likes animals, but will deny this if accused.
(He takes good care of the hedgehogs and adores them.)
Rule #53 ā If Riddle ever finds out I like him, I am done for.
You werenāt sure why you wrote that last one. It was a joke. Mostly. (It felt easier to admit on paper rather than to say it. It was most definitely not a joke.)
The rulebook remained a harmless source of entertainment between you and Grim. You had your fun, and Grim even doodled in a few pictures of angry Riddle before resorting to drawing himself.
It should have remained a private joke. It really should have. But, of course, nothing involving Grim remained a secret for long.
It was another ordinary evening in Heartslabyul, where you had reluctantly agreed to a study session with Ace and Deuce. The plan was simple: Ace and Deuce would attempt to get their grades up, you would try to prevent them from slacking while trying to study as well, and Grim would⦠probably not study.
Riddle had allowed you all to use one of the study rooms, though not without a warning about āproper conduct.ā
You had meant to be careful, really. You had every intention of keeping your very unofficial, very embarrassing rulebook far away from prying eyes. You just hoped nobody looked through your stack of books, among which laid your rulebook you had accidentally brought. Unfortunately, for you, Grim had other plans.
Grim huffed, then pawed through the stack of books on the table. "Thereās too many words in here! I wanna read something fun."
"Youāll think studying is fun when you see your test scores improve," Deuce said, diligently copying notes and actually putting in an effort.
"Nyah! Whereās our rulebook? I wanna add another one about Riddleās scary angry face!"
You immediately froze and, like a shark smelling blood in water, Ace perked up.
"Rulebook?" he echoed. "Wait, wait, wait. Is it another one of Riddleās? Man, youāre actually reading that thing?"
Deuce actually looked impressed. "Thatās really responsible of you, Prefect."
"Itās not the Heartslabyul Rulebook," Grim piped up, completely missing the way you were silently willing him to stop talking. "Itās hench-humanās rulebook! The one ābout Riddle!"
A beat of silence.
Then, with alarming speed, Ace lunged for your stack of books before you could even stop him. (Rule #31.2 was being displayed right in front of you.)
"HEYā"
"Hold on, hold on," Ace said, flipping the thin book open. "This isā ooohhh. You wrote an entire guide to our Housewarden? With rules?" He barked out a laugh. "Rule #1: Anything is legal when Riddle has his back turned."
You snatched for the book, but Ace twisted out of reach.
"It was a joke! Give it back!"
Deuce, peeking over Aceās shoulder, frowned. "I donāt know if this is a good ideaā"
"āRule #31: If Ace says, Housewarden Riddle will never know, Housewarden Riddle will absolutely find out.ā" Ace read. "Hey, what the hell! Thatās slander!"
"Itās true!" you snapped.
Ace ignored you, flipping further. "āRule #38: Trey has a 70% success rate of calming Riddle down. Cater has a 50% success rate. Ace and Deuce have a -500% success rate.ā"
Deuce looked offended. "Hey, why is mine also negative?"
Ace grinned. "Because youāre the one who keeps making it worse by apologizing wrong and getting us caught."
"Iā wait. I do not!"
"Stop arguing and give it backā"
"Prefect, Ace, Deuce," came the voice of Riddle Rosehearts from the now open door.
A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad silence followed.
The three of you went completely still, and Grim decided he would hide behind you.
This was the worst possible outcome ever. In Ace's hand was your silly book, in plain sight, and there stood Riddle in the doorway with his brows furrowed. Riddleās eyes flicked to the book in Aceās hands. Ace immediately noticed and hid it behind his back, but it was far too late.
"Ace," Riddle said, stepping forward. "What are you hiding?"
"Uh⦠nothing?" Ace tried, clearly lying.
"Nothing," Riddle repeated flatly. His gaze sharpened. "Ace Trappola, hand it over. Now."
Ace, being Ace, grinned as if he could still salvage the situation. "Cāmon, Housewarden. Maybe this is one of those things you're better off not seeingā"
"If you don't hand me the book, it's off with your head!"
Ace immediately caved, sighing. "Alright, alright. Here." He handed over the book, and you had never felt such levels of anxiety in your life. Not even facing overblots made you feel the level of panic you felt now (that was an exaggeration but, still).
Riddle took it, immediately glancing at the cover. Then he flipped open the first page. Then the second. Then the third.
You watched, frozen in place, as Riddle continued reading, his expression shifting between scandalized and exasperated.
Then he was at the last page. You could tell the exact moment he read the 53rd Rule. His face went from normal to red in an instant.
Oh no.
You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment and then opened to meet Riddle's blue-gray ones.
āI see,ā Riddle said, his voice carefully even but his face red. "Is this true?"
You considered your options.
Lie. (Too late, heās already read it.)
Run. (Where? He knows where you live.)
Pray. (The Great Seven canāt save you now.)
You picked option 4. Deflection.
"You were not supposed to read it," you said, your voice steadier than you felt.
"So I gathered," he muttered. He looked at you then glanced at the audience.
"Ace, Deuce and Grim," he said. "I expect a 2000 worded essay about the need of study ettiquette and rules."
Ace groaned. "Aw, cāmon, Housewardenā"
"2500 words," Riddle amended, not even hesitating.
Deuce sighed but nodded, already resigned to his fate. Grim, however, let out a dramatic wail. "But I didn't even do anything!"
"Then you may explain, in 2500 words, why you are a menace to the dorms."
Grim gasped. "Whaā ME?!"
"Now leave," Riddle said, and Ace wasted no time grabbing Grim and Deuce by the collars, dragging them toward the door.
"Good luck, Prefect," Ace called, grinning like a traitor before the door shut behind them.
And then, silence.
You were alone with Riddle. You could hear the pages of the rulebook crinkling slightly under his grip. He wasnāt saying anything. Oh no.
Riddle took a deep breath, and exhaled. His face was still tinged red, and you had no idea if that was a good sign or if you were about to be executed on the spot.
"Why," he finally said, "did you write this?"
You hesitated, rubbing the back of your neck. "It was just a joke. Grim and I wrote it for fun."
"Fun," Riddle echoed, a slight twitch in his brow. "So, you thought it would be fun to create an entire guide about me?"
"When you say it like that, it sounds weird."
"It is weird!"
You winced. Was it Rule #18 red or Rule #5 red? Either way, this was not looking good for you.
(Back in your world, you used to laugh when your friends talked about the embarrassing things they did and noticed about their crushes. You thought it was ridiculous. Now the tables have turned and you feel like you want to throw up.)
"Look," you said, shifting uncomfortably, "I didnāt mean for you to see it. I mean, itās not like you donāt do all those thingsā"
Riddle inhaled sharply. "Thatās not the point!"
There was another terrible pause. You could feel your soul slowly trying to escape your body.
Then, he huffed, closing the book with a thunk against his palm. "So," he said, eyes locking onto you, "Rule number 53."
Your stomach flipped in a very bad way.
"That one was a joke," you blurted out.
He raised an eyebrow. "Was it?"
You swallowed. "Mostly?"
His lips pressed into a thin line. "Mostly," he repeated. He tapped his fingers against the book, thoughtful. "I find it strange, Prefect. You wrote a rather detailed guide about me, yet you conveniently included that rule."
You remain silent.
"I am asking again. Is it true?"
You opened your mouth. Shut it. Opened it again.
"...Yes."
Riddle stared at the floor. His fingers curled slightly. You silently braced yourself for the rejection. All you had to do was not cry and act as level headed as you could.
Then, after a long pause, he muttered, "I think I should make my own rulebook."
You blinked. "Huh?"
He looked up, red-faced, but determined.
"Rule #1 : If the Prefect likes me, they are not done for."
You felt your face burn. Embarrassment rising up again.
"Rule #2," he continued, flustered, "If the Prefect insists on writing about me, they should expect me to read it and respond accordingly."
You could feel yourself sweat. "Riddleā"
"And Rule #3ā"
He hesitated, then turned away, mumbling, "...They should expect me to like them back."
Your heart soared and you almost cried in relief.
Riddle sighed, covering his face. "This is the worst rulebook ever."
But there was a small, shy smile peeking through his embarrassment.
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