#poisbite

“Students aren’t allowed here.” How in the hells did one of Pomefiore’s students end up at her cabin? This was in a secluded part of the forest surrounding the campus so she could easily survey the campgrounds and keep an eye out for any intruders.

@poisbite​ said:  Epel had been working on this secretly for a week now. In a broad picture, this might not look like something that interesting. It was just a handkerchief one that he was trying to embroid the emblem of the pomefiore dorm on it plus an iconic crown. And he almost backed down from ever giving it to him but somehow. He found himself calling out the queen's name. Now he can't back down even if he wanted to " U-Um, Happy Birthday Vil-san ! " he tried to remember the words Vil would never let him forget, always stay tall. And while the nervousness was still visible within him, Epel had surely came a long way since the first time they meet and his stance is taller. He offers Vil a small box in which he placed the handkerchief, with a simple purple bow. And at the very last second breaks his proper pose to run and hug him tight.

   Vil’s  head  turns  when  he  hears  Epel  calling  out  his  name  ,  surprised  but  not  unhappy  to  hear  it.  Though  he  did  seem  rather  nervous  about  something.  It  showed  in  both  posture  and  voice.  But  he  keeps  quiet  on  the  matter  ,  and  instead  allows  a  small  smile  to  rest  on  his  lips  at  the  words.

   “  Thank  you  Epel.  “  He  smiles  ,  expression  shifting  to  one  of  surprised  curiosity  at  the  present  offered.  He  often  receives  many  ,  but  those  are  from  faceless  fans.  This  is  from  someone  important  ,  and  therefore  is  immeasurably  more  valuable  regardless  of  what  it  was.  But  before  he  could  open  it  ,  an  oof  was  forced  from  his  lungs  at  the  sudden  force  of  the  hug.

   And  he  laughs.  A  light  , cheery  sound  that  carries  spring  sunshine  and  not  winter  storms  in  it  as  he  hugs  Epel  back.  How  much  this  little  apple  had  already  grown.   Whether  Epel  actually  knew  it  or  not  didn’t  matter.  Vil  could  see  it  ,  and  that  was  enough  of  a  present  in  itself.  So  was  the  hug.  He  squeezes  him  once  before  loosening  his  grip  with  a  bright  smile.

Meme for Roleplay Muns

13. Is there a trope you can't stand?

I hate it when there's a misunderstanding that could be resolved by character A just saying "THIS IS THE THING" but character B refuses to listen to them and instead of just saying it, character A keeps saying "PLEASE LISTEN TO ME THIS IS IMPORTANT" binch, in that time you could have just said it and nobody would have died. US TV shows do that aLL THE TIME LET IT DIE. (Misunderstandings are GREAT, but I want the characters to be less stupid about it.)

I'm not a fan of cheating stories that involve a lot of angst.. it can be good, but I'm kind of picky about it. (NTR is kind of a grey zone because it's h0rny focused and not angst focused.)

I don't know if it counts as trope but I am at a loss with social media AUs, like how do you even write about ytubers.. what do they do..?

19. Who is an author that inspires you?

  Never believe everything you hear, Epel. is what Vil would've said had Alys taken the situation with a little more grace, earlier. Perhaps she's overwhelmed with the standard he keeps for all of his students but that is no excuse to quit before even starting. Because if there's one thing he hates ... " Ara, is that so? " He wouldn't have such behavior with Epel and he certainly won't start now with her.

   Vil knew a general amount of her background. Alys does know how to dance whereas most students, in the beginning of their Pomefiore experience, did not. He wouldn't merely toss someone into the deep end but the waltz wasn't too complicated for an individual with at least some experience.

   Even in such a state of urgency that everyone's currently found themselves in, Vil's hearing was sharp; specifically for his potatoes (Epel and Rook) who've come bounding over in his direction. First, he heard Rook — but Epel's voice drowned out the huntsman's entirely and it was Epel that Vil was quick to spot as the small group approached him. " There you are, what took you guys so long? "

   Vil's arms are out, not with the intention of embracing them a second time but more so to catch Epel before he had the chance to crash into Vil as he wasn't so certain he'd stop in time (impressive. Why isn't he this fast during P.E.?). Taking hold of Epel's shoulders (almost like a mother trying to contain her rambunctious child), he can barely hear Rook's attempt to explain but Epel's excitement, once again, stole Vil's attention entirely. " Epel, what's gotten into you? You're both talking at the same time, would you— what? "

   Suddenly, Vil understands. What's more, is that he can see the excitement and pride in Epel's eyes. He's never seen such a sparkle in his eyes until now. His hold on Epel's shoulders tightens albeit briefly before cupping Epel's face next with both of his hands. " You...!? " He glances at Rook who only nods in confirmation, looking equal amounts proud and perhaps overwhelmed. That's expected of Rook.

   ... And I missed it!? I could kiss all over his face right now.   " This is ...!  "  In an effort to stifle his own emotions, he could only pull Epel into another embrace (one that he wasn't planning on doing again but alas). " I'm so proud of you, Epel!  Better yet, what perfect timing. "  Speaking of time, they’re wasting it so Epel's released as Vil waves a hand, gesturing them to follow.

@poisbite​​​​ said: " you can’t keep doing this to yourself. " / vil oof

( MISC ANGST )

   Frustrated  tears  threaten  to  spill  down  his  cheeks  as  he  sits  on  the  floor  of  the  Pomefiore  ballroom  ,  fingers  curled  into  fists.  He  hadn’t  even  managed  to  get  through  one  song  fully  before  his  muscles  screamed  in  protest  ,  shooting  white-hot  pain  through  him  with  such  intensity  that  even  he  couldn’t  push  through  it.  Which  explained  why  the  queen  was  sitting  on  the  floor  in  the  dead  of  night  ,  head  bowed  as  he  tried  to  blink  away  the  tears.  

   It’s  Epel’s  sudden  voice  that  has  his  head  shooting  up  like  a  child  caught  with  his  hand  in  the  cookie  jar.  It’d  be  funny  -  if  it  wasn’t  so  serious.  “  Epel  ?  You’re  supposed  to  be  asleep  by  now.  “  Vil  intends  for  it  to  come  out  sharp  -  but  it’s hardly  above  a  whisper  ,  voice  thick  with  frustrated  pain  and  sorrow.  Shame  joins  frustration  and  pain  on  his  expression  as  he  drops  his  gaze  ,  unable  to  meet  the  first-year’s  look.

   Epel’s  right.  He  knows  he  can’t  keep  pushing  himself  to  heal  faster.  After  VDC  , he’d  gone  down  hard  ,  collapsing  and  taking  days  to  even  be  able  to  get  out  of  bed.  A  performance  while  dancing  and  singing  was  extremely  exhausting  for  a  body  ,  a  reason  many  lip-synched  while  dancing.  Add  an  overblot  in...  Epel’s  undeniably  right  ,  but  for  a  perfectionist  ,  this  was  hell.