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in another universe
writing prompts for drabbles/one shots/solos inspired by inanotheruniverse! feel free to adjust the prompts as you like!
in an another universe....
1) [ i get it right this time. ] - what happens if the right choice is made the first time?
2) [ i am unburdened. ] - what happens when the weight of their burden is lifted, or they never had to worry about it to begin with?
3) [ i got closure. ] - what if they get the answers they need to close that chapter of their life?
4) [ i am not alone. ] - what if they actually have the support they need?
5) [ i'm not your enemy. ] - what if character a wasn't at odds with character b?
6) [ i am there when you need me most. ] - what happens if character a can be there when character b needed them the most?
7) [ we're looking back on this and laughing. ] - what if the incident that changes everything between character a and character b can be sorted out instead?
8) [ i went down fighting. / you went down fighting. ] - what if they didn't give up? specify which point of view to write from. or write from both perspectives.
9) [ i didn't betray you. / you didn't betray me. ] - what if they weren't betrayed? specify which point of view to write from. or write from both perspectives.
10) [ i loved you right. / you loved me right. ] - what if they handled their relationship better? specify which point of view to write from. or write from both perspectives.
@coeurabyssal - continued from here.
Malleus stares at the message for a solid four minutes. This number is not saved in his contacts- but no numbers are.
It takes him another twenty or so to type out a reply, though this is entirely due to the deadly combination of talons, gloves, and a cracked touch screen.
Such a pain.
đ> One cannot be left 'on' read, it is a concept.
riddle stares at his phone. he can't be serious, he thinks.
...right?
riddle: you can't be serious. riddle: i should hope you're joking. riddle: either way, if you're joking it isn't funny. if you aren't, please ask one of your housemates to explain the colloquialism. riddle: we have more pressing issues. the upcoming housewarden meeting? heartslabyul is hosting, malleus. riddle: you cannot be leaving me on read. i only have two weeks to finish planning this.
@vorpalswxrdâ âŁď¸ continued from here.
âSORRY, SORRYâjust a joke!â Hands raised, even, in a show of you caught me, with an easy enough smile as Trey makes his way around the kitchen island to stand opposite Riddle. Distance is good, forces him not to hover as every instinct tells him to track Riddleâs hands, even at the simple task of measuring a cup of flour. Itâs not for lack of trying, and not for lack of confidence in Riddleâs ability to follow instructionsâthereâs a good chance heâll be even more meticulous than usual, in the pursuit of mastery.
But, still. You only watch a younger sibling melt an entire cake to the racks or use salt instead of sugar once before vigilance rears its head subconsciously the moment heâs asked to just supervise.
Itâs a learning experience for the both of them. (And, again, he exists comforted by the fact a flick of his wrist and a simple conjuring can suppress flames that an extinguisher canât reach in time, both figurative and literal.)
âWell. Thereâs a recommended cooking time at the top, right? But itâs not always what works best for your needs. Cooking temperature changes depending on altitude, sure, but everyoneâs oven is a little differentâ
âNot that weâre ignoring the instructions! Fifteen minutes is the starting point, but you always want to watch them. Just giving an example.â
(Thereâs more, butâstart small.)
Trey leans against the island counter, elbows resting as though the very act will make him relax, and let Riddle relax in turn. âWeâll worry about the oven later. Dry ingredients first, yeah? If you wanna exact with the full cup measurement, you can skim the top of that measuring cup with a knife.â
troisfleur:Â
âHAHA, NO NEED TO FLATTER ME. Just⌠trust the process?â Heâs probably repeated that to the point of annoyance, but Riddle hasnât called him for it yet. Trey decides to test that goodwill as far it will stretch, at least for the purposes of actually having cookies to show for the end of this experiment. Riddle sees to wiping down the counters with the paper towel handed, and although Trey can see the side-eye (and feel the power of it all the same) it doesnât deter him. In a professional setting, he would never. This is comparatively lower stakes, and wasted flour that could be used for other thingsâbesides, theyâre on a student budget. (Thereâs a rule somewhere in the depths of 810 that surely rewards not being wasteful, right? There has to be. âŚTrey isnât about to test Riddleâs knowledge and bet incorrectly.) Trey reaches over for the measuring cups once his lionâs share of the flour is back in the bag, and doles out three cups before Riddleâs even finished. It seems like the kind thing to do, to spare him any more flour-based agony. âAh, you can wash your hands and dust yourself off a little, if youâd like.â Treyâs already reaching for the wet ingredients, softened butter and vanilla extract sliding closer with a little wiggle of his fingers and a touch of magic. His concentration is elsewhere, even if he offers Riddle a sidelong smile for a brief moment. âBetter spirits to tackle the best part of the dough. This will only take a secââ
adrift, riddle takes the offer for what it is: an olive branch. there is a rule about being wasteful - rule 692: use only what is necessary, and no more - but if trey is insisting on calling riddleâs mishap a âdetourâ, and a âpart of the processâ (both thought with no small amount of skepticism), riddle isnât going to argue.Â
there is, after all, both a time and place. and itâs become abundantly clear that not only is this neither of those things, but also that riddle is out of his depth. at sea, certain people might say.Â
itâs not a fun feeling. riddle hates this feeling. heâs on unsteady ground. heâs not sure whatâs going to happen next, and worst of all, trey has offered no new advice since riddle took the paper towel from him and began to wipe down the kitchen countertops.Â
riddle scrunches the soggy towel between his hands. thereâs an unpleasant lump in his throat; breathing around it is steadily becoming a chore, but riddle - riddle has to breath. he has to wait for directions.Â
what do i do? what do i do? he turns to watch trey work. the hairs on the back of riddleâs neck prickle ever-so-slightly as trey casts his spell, and riddle watches, intently, as trey begins to pick up riddleâs slack.Â
(riddleâs ears are burning. itâs not shame. it isnât.)Â
whatâs in riddleâs bag?
(inspired by the activity in the discord)Â
THE BAG; a black backpack with a red rose damask pattern on the frontmost, small pocket. has one side pocket (for a water bottle) and boasts padded shoulder straps for better ergonomics. the main body is real leather. his mother bought it for him after he got into nru.Â
WHATâS IN IT; a white enamel water bottle with riddleâs name embossed along the bottom in gold cursive (small, so as not to be gaudy). three a5 spiral notebooks in cream, black, and red. (these are rotated out depending on what subjects riddle has that day) a small, leather pen wrap. rolls out flat - has space for up to twelve (12!) pens/pencils. a small weekly pillcase, religiously refilled. a small novel (enrichment reading is important!). a plastic baggie of hedgehog treats. (name brand) a red, hard glasses case, with riddleâs reading glasses inside. (wire framed). a small pouch filled with various bits and bobs. (chargers, bandaids, etc)Â

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He wanted to eat a parfait.
It was a sort of strange fixation to develop all of a sudden, especially considering his usual sullen demeanor. Most outside of his guards and Lilia did not even know he had a sweet tooth. That was beside the point, however, and unimportant in the scheme of things.
Malleus Draconia was going to eat a parfait.
He had heard they contained some sort of frozen cream- meringue? He wasnât certain, but it sounded suspiciously similar to ice cream, and that was enough of a motivation to draw him away from his usual strictly scheduled 3 p.m. gloomy wallowing while gazing out the window appointment.
Sure, he scared about half of the dorm members who were drinking peacefully in the common areas when he strode through the middle of the room like a military commander, but it was short lived and he hardly tended to understand their facial expressions regardless. Surely it was just confusion. With additional shaking.Â
Standing quietly in front of Octavinelleâs own mirror, eyes narrowed, the prince seemed to be deep in thought.
âWould this be of suitable quality for my first parfaitâŚ? I heard around campus that Ashengrotto's establishment began serving them, butâŚâ
seeing malleus lingering in doorways, borders, thresholds, etc...was a fairly common occurence. as a fellow housewarden, riddle was more than aware of the fact that there was a sort of unfortunate ongoing occurance (curse?) regarding people remembering to invite malleus to gatherings.Â
(heartslabyul had not forgotten malleusâ invitation to the last inter-house tea party. riddle maintained that the invitation had gotten lost. whoever had lost it was overdue a beheading.)Â
but riddle, for the life of him, couldnât recall any sort of event that would be going on at octavinelle today. especially since it was well within the operating hours of ashengrottoâs inane parlor - which meant that hosting parties, fetes, events - what have you - was out of the question.Â
curious, riddle inched a little closer. from where he was, riddle could hear malleus muttering something to himself.Â
first parfait? riddle wondered. at ashengrottoâs? he could remember, briefly, hearing that the menu at ashengrottoâs parlor had been updated recently; the heartslabyul common room had more than one group of students pouring over the spellstagram announcement the other day. but riddle hadnât realized parfaits had been one of the new menu items.Â
and what did malleus mean by first parfait anyways? the fae were meant to be ancient, long-lived peoples. riddle found it a bit difficult to wrap his head around the idea that malleus hadnât ever had a parfait before.Â
well. not that riddle was one to judge. it wasnât as if heâd ever had one before, either.Â
youâve been staring at his back for a while now, riddle thought. ugh. nothing to do but go and ask him about it.Â
âmalleus?â riddle asked. â...what are you doing?âÂ
đđđđđ đđđđđđđ (a collection of texts prompts. Some have romantic undertones, but not all of them. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)Â TW: food & alcohol mention
[TEXT] - please just call me back.
[TEXT] - iâm sorry.
[TEXT] - so this is my number, but donât save my name as anything sketchy.
[TEXT] - iâm making dinner tonight, you should come over.
[TEXT] - WHERE ARE YOU????
[TEXT] - youâre LATE.
[TEXT] - can we talk?Â
[TEXT] - how did it go?
[TEXT] - youâre gonna laugh, but can you pick me up at the police station?
[TEXT] - thinking about youâŚ
[TEXT] - i miss you so much.
[TEXT] - i have an idea, probably gonna get us in trouble though.
[TEXT] - i know youâre awake! pick up the phone!Â
[TEXT] - so youâre just gonna ignore me forever?Â
[TEXT] - iâm at taco bell you want anything?Â
[TEXT] - are you awake?
[TEXT] - i have good news and bad news.
[TEXT] - how are you?Â
[TEXT] - new phone, who is this?Â
[TEXT] - wanna come over?Â
[TEXT] - whatâs wrong with you?!
[TEXT] - you only call me when youâre drunk.Â
[TEXT] - me, you, a bad movie. you in?Â
[TEXT] - wanna bang? [TEXT] - hang* [TEXT] - whatever
[TEXT] - iâll seduce you with cool scientific facts.
[TEXT] - are you still alive?
[TEXT] - we are sophisticated adults ok? [TEXT] - last week i purchased a vegetable
[TEXT] - i will not hesitate to strangle you
[TEXT] - what are you doing this weekend?Â
[TEXT] - can i come over? [TEXT] - because iâm in your driveway.
[TEXT] - are you seriously leaving me on read right now?
@vorpalswxrdâ âŁď¸ continued from here.
âSORRY, SORRYâjust a joke!â Hands raised, even, in a show of you caught me, with an easy enough smile as Trey makes his way around the kitchen island to stand opposite Riddle. Distance is good, forces him not to hover as every instinct tells him to track Riddleâs hands, even at the simple task of measuring a cup of flour. Itâs not for lack of trying, and not for lack of confidence in Riddleâs ability to follow instructionsâthereâs a good chance heâll be even more meticulous than usual, in the pursuit of mastery.
But, still. You only watch a younger sibling melt an entire cake to the racks or use salt instead of sugar once before vigilance rears its head subconsciously the moment heâs asked to just supervise.
Itâs a learning experience for the both of them. (And, again, he exists comforted by the fact a flick of his wrist and a simple conjuring can suppress flames that an extinguisher canât reach in time, both figurative and literal.)
âWell. Thereâs a recommended cooking time at the top, right? But itâs not always what works best for your needs. Cooking temperature changes depending on altitude, sure, but everyoneâs oven is a little differentâ
âNot that weâre ignoring the instructions! Fifteen minutes is the starting point, but you always want to watch them. Just giving an example.â
(Thereâs more, butâstart small.)
Trey leans against the island counter, elbows resting as though the very act will make him relax, and let Riddle relax in turn. âWeâll worry about the oven later. Dry ingredients first, yeah? If you wanna exact with the full cup measurement, you can skim the top of that measuring cup with a knife.â
troisfleur:Â
RIDDLEâS SILENCEâwell, it doesnât feel great. Itâs puzzling, even, because even if thereâs now a literal mess between them and the kitchen, itâs all a part of the process for him. He has two younger siblings with various degrees of skill in the kitchen; flour gets spilled everywhere, by his own hand or by various degrees of eager children underfoot. It doesnât really bother Trey, insofar as heâs already going to be the one cleaning the kitchen after the fact. Wonât be the last time heâll end up covered in flour and triaging a kitchen gone awry.
âHey,â Trey starts, just to break the tension.
Not much else to do but take a detour to clean, just a little. Trey wipes his hands on his own apronâthanking his own foresight, even if he was supposed to be the teacher, not getting his own hands dirtyâand reaches for their paper towel stash. Magic can be used to expedite some things, but is of greater use when they need to do a clean sweep of the entire place. Which they will, eventually. But first, cookies.
And putting out smaller fires than that.
A wet paper towel isnât exactly the most elegant band-aid, but Trey still offers it to Riddle with a smile nonetheless. âGood thing we have a pretty healthy supply of the stuff, right?â
His laughter is a touch forced, but he can see the shadow of tension contained in the quiet, and the bite of Riddleâs bottom lip.
âA detour like this isâpart of the process, sometimes.â Treyâs not quite sure how reassuring that is, but the words feel better than simply leaving Riddle to stew on his own. He washes his hands, peace offering given, and goes to cross the kitchen, a detour to one of the drawers as he pulls out a silicon spatula and starts rooting for an empty container. âWe donât have to let the flour go to waste, either. We can scoop it back and keep going.â
(He canât speak to why it gives Riddle such pause, but. Itâs not the time to ask.)
a detour. part of the process. riddle turns the words over in his head. part of the process is reassuring. detour, less so - detours are deviations from a plan, and therefore are...not really meant to be part of the process.Â
âthat feels...contradictory,â riddle says, quietly. too timid. donât get so upset! youâre getting upset. stop - getting - upset. he bites down, harder, on his bottom lip. âbut who am i to argue? iâm not the, um, the master baker between the both of us.â he claps his hands together. âso. a small detour.âÂ
shamedly, riddle takes the proffered paper towel. itâs cool to the touch, and just a tad bit slimey. like a slug. or a potions ingredient. riddle begins to swipe it over the light dusting of flour scattered across the kitchen countertops. the heartslabyul kitchens are quiet, sans the sound of trey, scooping flour back into the container. riddle doesnât quite...like the idea of it; the flourâs been contaminated, hasnât it? and if potions are any metric, well - thereâs no such thing as the five second rule in potions. that way lies many a melted cauldron. riddleâs seen the results firsthand, thanks to heartslabyulâs newest freshman members.
(deuce and ace...well...neither have claimed to be the sharpest tool in the gardening shed. and for good reason at that.)Â
those thoughts carry riddle through the last of the flour cleaning. heâs since given his hair and clothing up as a lost cause. âokay. detour...completed, i suppose.â riddle turns to trey. âwhatâs next?âÂ
- YOUR FATHERâS SON
taken from RIDDLE ROSEHEARTâs fourth grade âFAMILY TREEâ assignment.
My father is quiet. If Mother is loud, then Father is quiet. Mother runs hot, Father runs cold. He is a taciturn person; every night, when we sit down to eat dinner, he quietly sits beside Mother, just to the right of the head of the table, and does not stop eating until his plate is empty. He then asks me how my day went. The answer I get is always the same, no matter what I say. I see. Keep working hard.Â
My father values hard work. He is a litigator, and he works in the Queenâs city, with the Queenâs rules and laws. I think he and Mother met when they were both studying at Nightraven University. Both were Heartslabyul students, of course. The Rosehearts have always been Heartslabyul students. But once, I heard a story about Fatherâs time at Nightraven. It went a little like this:
I was out just before curfew, in the library. Section Thirty-Three has all the law books. You should remember that. Youâll want to take a look at them when you get the chance to.Â
I think heâs right. One day I will.Â
I was sitting at a table, finishing an assignment, when three Pomefiore students came in. The thing about Pomefiore - at least the Pomefiore I knew - is that they are both loud and vain.
I wonder if they are still that way.Â
The thing about libraries, Riddle, is that they should be quiet. That is a law.Â
I looked it up. It is, at least in the Queendom of Roses. Rule 37: You shall be quiet within a library. I found it, in one of my fatherâs law books.Â
I wasnât going to do anything. But your mother was prefect, and you know what your mother does with rulebreakers.Â
I do. The other day, I broke a rule. Father told me that Mother is only harsh on me because she loves me. Because within me, is the ability to be the best of all of us. So she is harsh on me because the pressure will make me better; make me the best.Â
She had their heads, their ears, their hair - your mother was a force then, as she is now. And that is how we met.Â
That is the most I have ever heard from my father. And I write it here, next to the little branch that we make up. AURELIUS ROSEHEARTS & LUCIBELLE ROSEHEARTS. And underneath them both, is my name.Â
[Prompt] what does their future look like when they picture it? whoâs there with them?
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the future is simple, really. riddle will graduate from nightraven, and go on to become a litigator; not a doctor, like his mother, but a litigator, like his father. riddle is many things, but delusional is not one of them. he knows he lacks the temperment required to be a doctor - to hold a life in the palms of his hands.
the future is set. riddle will graduate with honors, become a litigator, and work his way through a prestigious career, the likes of which has been expected of him since he was young. the future is set. it is exactly as it has been since riddle was young.
the future is set. and the future is empty.
ask him now, what the future looks like. let him pause, and riddle will tell you the same as before. a litigator, as promised. successful, as a rosehearts should be. but that pause holds a different lifetime in it. one day, if you ask him again, maybe he might tell you about it.

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@vorpalswxrdâ âŁď¸ continued from here.
âSORRY, SORRYâjust a joke!â Hands raised, even, in a show of you caught me, with an easy enough smile as Trey makes his way around the kitchen island to stand opposite Riddle. Distance is good, forces him not to hover as every instinct tells him to track Riddleâs hands, even at the simple task of measuring a cup of flour. Itâs not for lack of trying, and not for lack of confidence in Riddleâs ability to follow instructionsâthereâs a good chance heâll be even more meticulous than usual, in the pursuit of mastery.
But, still. You only watch a younger sibling melt an entire cake to the racks or use salt instead of sugar once before vigilance rears its head subconsciously the moment heâs asked to just supervise.
Itâs a learning experience for the both of them. (And, again, he exists comforted by the fact a flick of his wrist and a simple conjuring can suppress flames that an extinguisher canât reach in time, both figurative and literal.)
âWell. Thereâs a recommended cooking time at the top, right? But itâs not always what works best for your needs. Cooking temperature changes depending on altitude, sure, but everyoneâs oven is a little differentâ
âNot that weâre ignoring the instructions! Fifteen minutes is the starting point, but you always want to watch them. Just giving an example.â
(Thereâs more, butâstart small.)
Trey leans against the island counter, elbows resting as though the very act will make him relax, and let Riddle relax in turn. âWeâll worry about the oven later. Dry ingredients first, yeah? If you wanna exact with the full cup measurement, you can skim the top of that measuring cup with a knife.â
troisfleur:Â
THE FUNNY THING IS: Treyâs just stopped holding his breath that some grand disaster was going to happen.
For one, heâd done extensive prep so that beginnerâs frustration wouldnât set in. Even if itâs just following a recipe, something can overtake even the most dedicated students learning a skill for the first time. Trey wasnât immune; heâd burnt more cookies and cakes in the course of getting comfortable around a kitchen. It clicked once heâd broken it down to the simplest elements, worked through his own frustrations, and, as rote as the advice always is, practiced again and again until the measurements came to him naturally.
Even if the precautions may have been, admittedly, a bit much, Trey hopes the extra effort is appreciated. So far, itâs going well. Riddle has a cool head when it counts, and Treyâd like to believe something close enough to alchemy can circumvent the learning curve.
âOkay, this oneâs pretty easy. Itâs about the gluten content,â Trey starts, with the same enthusiasm that would normally be reserved for discussing a beloved pet.
âSo, flour is measured by that gluten content, right? Thereâs a sliding scale of it, which determines what sort of thing itâs best used for. All-Purpose isââ
The finer details of gluten content and flour donât really matter. Treyâs smile at the question and funny twinkle of his eye is tempered.
He has a passing thought, in slow motion: huh, maybe Riddle shouldnât need to tug that bag open so much. Trey was even poised to offer, after his explanation of the versatility of all-purpose flour, to justâopen it for him. The last thing they want is cleaning a bunch of flour left to float in the air and make a right mess of things. Trey still hasnât quite perfected the art of leaving a trail of flour somewhere in his wake. His expression changes and thereâs a flash of recognition of the approaching disaster a second before it happens, and spills over into the air in an explosion of white.
Trey is, quite literally, blinded with the stuff. A few secondsâ pause, and he slowly pulls his glasses off, wordlessly cleaning the lens on the corner of his shirtânot that it helps much. The front of it all is floured just as much as the lens. Hm.â¨â¨He blows on them instead, wipes excess with his thumb and takes the smudged penalty of his thumbprints to blink and access the damage.
Lightly, with a little humor in his voice: ââWell. Not the first time thatâs happened to me, either.â (What follows is a sneeze, into the crook of his arm. Now thereâs definitely flour in his lungs. Must be a day ending in Y.) âSo, next time. We can use scissors.
riddle blinks. once, then twice, and then twice more in quick succession. the feeling of flour, settling in his hair, on his face, in his hair -! is not a pleasant sensation.Â
it feels a bit like sand; if sand were softer, and somehow even drier. riddle finds that he dislikes the senseation just as much as he dislikes sand. some of it is in his mouth.Â
it is, riddle finds, hard to look dignified while spitting a mouthful of flour out. nevermind dignified, itâs hard to be discreet about spitting a mouthful of flour out. nevertheless, riddle tries his best.Â
â...right,â riddle said, quietly. his face felt warm. was it warm? was he flushing? riddle hoped he wasnât. blushing was unseemly. but perhaps the boat for seemly behavior had passed, with that handful of flour heâd spat out, mere moments before. âwell, iâll be sure to remember the scissors. next time.âÂ
thereâs not going to be a next time, riddle thinks. not after this disaster.Â
he tries to collect himself. trey had put out a recipe - instructions, clear-cut as anything, easy to follow. riddle is good at following directions. orders. rules. the world is disorderly at heart, but a rosehearts is good at making order.Â
whatâs your next step? riddle asks himself. the flour is - well, itâs all over the kitchen. no getting around that. but what comes after the flour? what is riddle supposed to do, after spilling half of it across the kitchen and the other half across himself and trey?Â
riddle bites down, hard, on his bottom lip. whatâs next? he asks himself. think, riddle, think! what are you supposed to be doing next?Â
What would they do for a Klondike? (They're like ice cream sandwiches, but instead of a cookie sandwich, it's a hard chocolate shell)
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...what's a klondike bar? riddle has really, no clue what that is. maybe let him try it first, and then we'll see what he'd do for one.
From character asks: Did they have a rebellious stage as a teenager? What did it involve?
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also answering for @zigvoltage!
the short answer: well...no.
the long answer: what really constitutes a rebellion? does a rebellion have to be noted - and reprimanded - in order to count as such? if we're definining rebellion like that, then no, riddle never had a rebellious stage as a teenager. a rosehearts isn't rebellious - they obey the rules, gladly and with meticulous care.
but, the devil's in the details, as they say. there are a plethora of little things that riddle did as a teenager that could - if you asked his mother, had she noticed - be counted as a rebellion. wearing socks he chose, rather than uniform socks. eating a cupcake offered to him during a class party, in high school. sneaking home non-academic books from the library on the weekends. small, little rebellions.
but as for something bigger - a real rebellion, you might say - well, no. but perhaps that's just yet to come.
@vorpalswxrdâ âŁď¸ continued from here.
âSORRY, SORRYâjust a joke!â Hands raised, even, in a show of you caught me, with an easy enough smile as Trey makes his way around the kitchen island to stand opposite Riddle. Distance is good, forces him not to hover as every instinct tells him to track Riddleâs hands, even at the simple task of measuring a cup of flour. Itâs not for lack of trying, and not for lack of confidence in Riddleâs ability to follow instructionsâthereâs a good chance heâll be even more meticulous than usual, in the pursuit of mastery.
But, still. You only watch a younger sibling melt an entire cake to the racks or use salt instead of sugar once before vigilance rears its head subconsciously the moment heâs asked to just supervise.
Itâs a learning experience for the both of them. (And, again, he exists comforted by the fact a flick of his wrist and a simple conjuring can suppress flames that an extinguisher canât reach in time, both figurative and literal.)
âWell. Thereâs a recommended cooking time at the top, right? But itâs not always what works best for your needs. Cooking temperature changes depending on altitude, sure, but everyoneâs oven is a little differentâ
âNot that weâre ignoring the instructions! Fifteen minutes is the starting point, but you always want to watch them. Just giving an example.â
(Thereâs more, butâstart small.)
Trey leans against the island counter, elbows resting as though the very act will make him relax, and let Riddle relax in turn. âWeâll worry about the oven later. Dry ingredients first, yeah? If you wanna exact with the full cup measurement, you can skim the top of that measuring cup with a knife.â
troisfleur:Â
âITâS A FAIR QUESTION. Trey bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing anyway.
Nostalgic is the wordâsplitting hairs is one too many, and itâs a little concession in the process of learning that will have larger returns later. âWell, the sugar dissolves when it heats up, and becomes a liquid like the rest of the wet ingredients. Like caramel. I know that sounds counter-intuitiveâitâs all going in the same cake, why does it matter how theyâre separated, right? But the sugar dissolving with the wet ingredients actually keeps it moist.
âI know itâs a bit clichĂŠ, but cookingâs basically a science. Edible chemistry, if you will.â (Well, if youâre particularly brave, thereâs no need for the distinction of edible, but Trey prefers not to go into great detail about the things heâs volunteered to chug and test in the late afternoon commotion of Science Club.) âItâs why we try to follow the recipe exactly while itâs still new; any little deviation can change the chemical reaction that makes everything come together. It can be daunting, sure, but Iâve always thought it takes some of the pressure off.â
Trey nudges measuring cups Riddleâs way across the counter, eyes falling to the recipe and focusing on the lines. The text, read upside down, is barely legible and only ceases to ache behind his eyeballs, but a long blink and a shake of his head disrupts the feeling before it builds. âThereâs not some super-secret trick to cooking or baking. Itâs something that can be solved, and learned.â
It makes the whole thing sound sterile, Treyâs sure, but he doesnât pay it much mind. Heâs never been an artistic sort; even his own pastry flourishes are technique. It made sense to him years ago, when it all clicked together, and it only stands to reason it might ease Riddle into the groove of things, too.
âKeep asking questions, though. Youâre really the only student of⌠hm, three? Iâve ever had ask me about the sugar thing. Extra credit!â
Not content with simply idling on the counter, Trey finally abandons the notion of encouraging relaxation by feigning it to walk over to the silverware drawer. âHere, since weâre on dry ingredients.â Momentary rooting for a knife thatâs plucked out without a second thought. âSkim the top as you measure with this, if you really want to keep the measurements exact.â
A beat, butter knife offered across the counter next: âAnd it feels cool.â
riddle picked the proffered knife up, turning it over in his hands. if cooking was a science - and according to trey, it very much was - then what was the potions equivalent to a kitchen knife? a scalpel? or was a knife simply that - a knife?Â
riddle frowned, setting the knife back down. stupid questions, he thought, and pursed his lips as he surveyed the countertop. trey had done him a favor, setting everything out beforehand. riddle could admit that he was at a loss when it came to locating things in the kitchen. he wasnât the most familiar with how trey liked to keep heartslabyulâs kitchens, and if riddle were to be honest, there was little motivating him to interfere with the way trey wanted to keep it.Â
there was some sort of saying, about not coming between cooks and their kitchens. riddle had always resolved to do his best to adhere to it.Â
âright, then. flour and baking powder.â locating the bag of flour was easy enough. it did, after all, say ALL PURPOSE FLOUR in large, colorful letters, and riddle could read. all purpose, he thought, as he pulled the bag closer to him.Â
as opposed to what? were there specialized flours? was he supposed to be using a cookie flour for cookies? what made a flour all purpose to begin with?Â
in potion-making, it was important to know the exact properties each ingredient contributed to the brew. after all, knowing oneâs ingredients was key in innovating and improving upon oneâs potion formulas. the older you got, riddle knew, the more the professors would ask you to improvise. knowing the difference between the effect of eye of newt and newt liver could make the difference between a farsight potion and a firebreath potion.Â
so if baking was a science, then it stood to reason...
âwhat makes a flour all-purpose?â riddle asked, as he began to open the bag. âare there different flours for different purposes?â riddle frowned, tugging a little harder at the sealed bag. why wonât this thing open!? âshould we be using a differe-âÂ
another hard tug at the sealed bag, and it burst open - letting out a flume of flour, which settled in a foot-wide radius, around riddle, who found himself promptly covered it in.Â
spitting a mouthful of the powder out, riddle gaped at the bag - which was now completely torn open - at a loss for words.Â
fuck.Â
THE REAL IMPORTANT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS PART 2
another random assortment for your enjoyment!
do they enjoy silence or find it too loud?
how many hours of sleep do they average per night?
would they ever skydive/paraglide/etc?
describe their dream home. looks, location, decorations, etc.
can they roller skate/skateboard? would they like to learn?
whatâs their favorite dish to cook? favorite dish to order out?
describe their dream vacation. would they take anyone or go alone?
are they close to any of their family members? Â
what is their idea of the afterlife? does it scare them?
whatâs their love language? Â
would they describe themselves as beautiful/handsome/etc? Â
did their childhood have a negative or positive impact on them? Â
what they wanted to be when they grew up vs what they do now.
what type of neighborhood did they grow up in? do they still live there?
does their family/friends have any traditions they take part of?
who is their best friend? how long have they known them?
do they have anyone they consider their enemy? what did they do to gain that title?
did they have a rebellious stage as a teenager? what did it involve?
whatâs currently in their pockets/purse/etc?
how much cash do they generally carry with them?
do they celebrate any holidays? Â what are the celebrations like? Â do they have a favorite?
have they ever traveled outside their country?
are they an affectionate person? how do they feel about pda?
if they were choosing an adventure to go on what would it consist of?
have they ever been in a physical fight? what happened?
are they more likely to take the leader role or let someone else call the shots?
has anyone ever betrayed their trust? do they still speak to them?
do they believe in magic? why do they have this belief?
do they wake up on the first alarm, hit snooze, or have multiple alarms set?Â
whatâs the first major event they remember in their life?
what would their three wishes be if they found a genie? Â
have they ever ended a relationship to pursue their career/education further? what happened?
what do they consider their worst habit?Â
are they good at explaining things to others?
how do they handle being upset/angry? do they yell, cry, go silent, etc?
do they have any habits they believe are odd?
if they could hit redo on a single past event in their life what would it be? would they do it if it meant changing the present?
what does their future look like when they picture it? whoâs there with them?
have they ever been to court? what was the outcome?
what would they do for a klondike bar?

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living with someone new - someone so decidedly not from heartslabyul, that is - after nearly three years of constancy is odd. the queenâs rules do not rule supreme in ramshackle - and even less so over vil schoenheit, riddleâs new roommate.Â
but, there are points of familiarity. for one -Â
âyour perfume,â riddle says. itâs early morning, and theyâre getting ready for classes. the sun is slowly crawling up the horizon. â...what scent is that?âÂ
blood of the womb/water of the covenant
perhaps it would be easier if you werenât your motherâs son. there is a saying, older than you, and perhaps older than even the seven themselves, about blood of the womb and water of the covenant, and somedays it feels as if you are still drowning in your motherâs womb-waters.Â
they are bloody. choppy, tumultuous. you have never learned how to swim.Â
but there are stages to these things -- methodical methods, reasoned reasonings one must take, when navigating waters, worlds, and other twisty things. the world takes naught but the winding path, after all, and if you are to survive -- and you will, make no mistake about it -- there is a certain way things must be done.Â
and when you are young, being your motherâs son is a point of pride. you are her only child -- only son -- and there are rules to being a child, but they are easy ones. nothing is complicated for children; you will wear what mother desires. eat what she places in front of you. and you will smile, and submit to strange hands and strangers who call you darling, and all the while make your mother proud.Â
the meals are bland. the days are long. but you are a child, and there are rules that demand their due deference. card soldiers may dream of being kings, but the world is a mistress who demands no deviations, and so dreams remain dreams.Â
you learn that your dreams taste like spun sugar and smell like cut grass. you view the world through frosted glass, feel the sunlight in secondhand degrees, and become accustomed to listening for the sound of foreign laughter.Â
card soldiers may dream of being kings, but when they wake, what are they?
mother is meaner after you wake up. no. not mean. sheâs worried.
sheâs just worried.Â
father tells you that. he tells you that she worries, because you are her only son. because she and father will never have another child, and children are important. children make legacies. children are the ones who carry them on.
and mother has such an important legacy. you know this. she is a brilliant doctor and a brilliant woman, and everyone who knows her tells you that you are so very, very lucky to be her son.Â
since your mother is great, you will be too. strangers tell you this. mother tells you this. but mother tells you that in order to be great, you must first be obedient. there are rules for a reason. and rules are made to be obeyed.Â
maybe youâre tired of rules. but that canât be right. because if youâre tired of rules, then youâre tired of mother, and mother is all you have. you are all mother has.Â
there is a saying, older than you and older than the seven, about blood of the womb and water of the covenant, and though you still feel as if you are drowning in your motherâs womb-waters, you find these days that they taste of blood, tangy and bright like copper and old pennies.
or maybe thatâs because you are biting your tongue. holding it captive as you bow your head. accept your place. a card soldier may dream of being a king - may even become one, one day - but there is always the queen to consider, and you will never, ever, be a queen.Â
a kingdom cannot have two queens, after all. that way ruin lies.Â