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Hello dear!

Thank you for placing in the request and apologies that it took a little bit to get it out - we hope the wait has been worth it. ☆

- Mods Kiara & Banzai

He was going to kill Azul Ashengrotto. Clearing up a misunderstanding had turned into Leona signing one of those golden contracts under false pretenses, and before he could dot his i’s, he was 5ft shorter and stuffed with polyester. A humiliating way to put him out of commission for the 24 hours Azul needed to worm his way into Savanaclaw’s business. One of Azul’s goons, (he hadn’t bothered to learn their names,) got lazy with the disposal and dropped Leona off in the hedges just outside of the Heartslabyul dorm. There, he was found by an unsuspected admirer, and taken back to their rickety dorm.

Things couldn’t have gotten any worse. Not only was he subject to listening to you stumble over your words with a confession so sickeningly sincere, you were especially fond of undoing and re-braiding his hair, and pulling at his stitched tail and ears… The only peace and quiet he got was when you were away, when he could let his conscience doze.

Azul’s spell ran out, thankfully enough, while you were away during school hours as opposed to at night when he was bundled up in your arms. He spent little time poking around your room, narrowly avoiding that annoying, ugly cat that had disturbed the entrance ceremony -- and promptly booked it back to Savanaclaw dorm to assess the damage done.

It wouldn’t be until months later that he would allow himself to even think back on such humiliation; allow himself to so much as acknowledge your crush. You hadn’t approached him, he had been avoiding you by default, and there was a moment where he wondered if you still harbored those feelings for him. Strategic as he was, he concluded that it’d be best if you simply fell out of them. To be tangled up in the heart of a troublemaker such as yourself would be more than an inconvenience… Still, it was amusing to think what might come out of such a rendezvous.

Skills are earned over time. And, while Malleus was greatly above most students when it came to magical prowess, there remained a plethora of spells and enchantments that he had yet to properly master. It was during one such moment that he made an error — it was a slip of the tongue that would have him shrinking, taking on a new form. Being unsupervised at a time like this made the occurrence all the more aggravating.

For a wizard of his caliber to be trapped under such a spell is a surprise in of itself, especially when it’s all due to an error. Still, Malleus finds himself helplessly bound by it — residing in a new form, one that was greatly inconvenient.

The helplessness felt in the moment left Malleus with his mind made; there was no comfort to be found in the situation, neither did an option to escape present itself. That is, until you enter the picture, picking him up off the ground and bringing him back to Ramshackle Dorm.

He recalls a saying that Lilia has shared with him long ago — ‘Count your blessing’. He is uncertain whether to be thankful of such a mishap, more so when you begin uttering words of love to him; softly confessing, with cheeks painted in a rosy color and words coming out shakily.

Unable to rest in such a form, Malleus’ mind had been plagued for the entirety of the night by the confession made. The least he had expected to have is an admirer, let alone for such a person to be you. His own emotions were jumbled, brewing up into a webbed mess that he didn’t know how to untangle.

Come the early hours of the morning, the spell wore off and he was back to his regular form; one too large to fit your much smaller bed. Malleus takes a moment to gaze at your sleeping figure before vanishing. Given time, he would approach you, though there would be no guarantee that his mind would be clearer and the burden of his emotions would lessen. Or, perhaps, will it be you that seeks him out—? Time would tell what fate held in store for the both of you.

Sebek had requested his help with orchestrating a spell, which Silver had begrudgingly accepted. Harmless -- a spell to mend textiles -- and seeing as Silver had slashed a hole into his uniform whilst training with Lilia earlier in the day, he was to be used as a guinea pig. Sebek’s articulation was much too brazen, reciting the spell a few syllables off, which proved to be a grave mistake. His flub would cost Silver his… Humanity? A strange transformation took place, telltale by the way Silver’s perspective sank to the floor and how Sebek would shriek and ramble on about how he had just murdered him, he suspected the outcome was anything but good. Internally, Silver cussed the imbecile out with every curse word in his limited vocabulary of such foul language. He could do nothing as Sebek explained to his doll form that he “would be back with help,” and promptly left the room.

Within minutes, a certain Ramshackle dorm student had wandered into the lab…

Smuggled like stolen goods, Silver ended up in your room and on your bed, only capable of enduring the way you held his tiny felted hands. Surely you would be punished for kidnapping him in such a way; this would leave Malleus open to attack with one of his knights out of commission if he wasn’t back to normal, and soon.

Your intentions were disproved as ill-meaning as soon as you had sat down -- criss-crossing your legs and fiddling with your hands -- refusing to meet his eyes. What could this have been about? Suspicious from the get-go, all of his apprehension would dissipate as soon as you had begun to speak. As ridiculous as the situation was, as well as the inconvenient timing, Silver couldn’t find it in his heart to be angry -- and made it a goal of his to resolve the situation without trouble to you.

The next morning, you find Silver sleeping in your bed beside you where his plushie self had previously lain; who awakes heavily vexed from his slumber with your scream as an alarm clock.

Maaan, those Octavinelle chumps really were no joke! The last thing he remembered was breaking up a fight between a Savanaclaw student and one of those freaky twins. Next time he was alone, somebody came up behind him and, well, now he was face down in the dirt and weirdly absorbent. He knew this because an hour into his immobile state, it had begun to rain. Not long afterwards, he was picked up out of the mud puddle that was starting to form around him into the arms of a familiar Ramshackle dorm student!

Ruggie was more than happy to be out of the rain, even if it was a little stuffy under your coat. You cleaned him up with magic when you got back to your dorm and styled his hair to how it would have normally been in his regular form… Your reverence and that suspicious smile you wore immediately set off alarms. He hadn’t fallen into the wrong person’s hands, right? You could fix him, right? Leona wouldn’t eat his vegetables if Ruggie wasn’t around!

When you spoke up, addressing him, he’d gotten his hopes up -- you knew it was him! Were you a witness? Did you know how to change him back? It quickly became evident that none of these things were the case. You, instead, were… Confessing your feelings? Multiple times, in many different ways. Practicing? Did he miss something along the way... ? How long have you felt like this? He felt stupid for not noticing sooner, considering how flustered you were spilling your feelings to a doll.

Hello, I am very late and I am really sorry, but I didn’t mean to ignore this or procrastinate replying... but I finally have the time to get to it.

It is in reference to this.

So, when I read it the first time I was in a really sour and sad mood, thpugh I don’t remember why that was anymore at this point but I do know that I was kinda down the dumps. 

You already mentioned how you were planning to write something to snipe me with but it felt less than sniping and was more of a pleasant surprise. 

You said you took some artistic freedom in writing my OC and I think you did pretty well and had a really good grasp of her, even though we barely talked about my OC and all you had where the interactions on this blog and my personality in VCs whenever you had the chance to join them. I am weak for soft romantic things and I am very weak for some playful teasing so everything you wrote really suited my tastes.

At this point I have reread your piece quite a few times now and it still brings a smile to my face whenever I finish.

With the social distancing, I managed to write this new short.