This is an ongoing the list and will be updated when there’s new information. I’m not caught up w/ chap 6 and I’m not very perceptive. This list will probably be a lot longer if anyone could add to it in the comments, tags & reblogs! All help is very much appreciated plz i wanna know more about yuu Last but not least, some of these might be a stretch/be slightly incorrect so bare w/ me plz :]
They’ve been good friends with Heartslabyul ever since Book 1.
They’re forgiving/don’t hold any bad blood with the people who’ve overblotted (at least on the outside).
According to the Harveston event, they can play the flute.
They don’t like bringing up the fact that they might go back to their world (Deuce’s Wishing Star vignette).
Many people seem to consider them a “goody-two shoes” (Leona, Ruggie).
A good listener.
Based off of Malleus’ interactions with them, Yuu talks to him a lot more off-screen as Malleus states that he values their opinions.
Loves Grim to hell and back.
It’s implied that Yuu invites Malleus over frequently enough that he visits unprompted.
They can be snarky and brutally honest when they’re pushed into it.
Comes up with stupid plans that nobody believes will work but it somehow does.
They’re insecure about not having any magic.
They want to be able to help their friends.
Has a sense of self-preservation.
Does not actively seek out danger (*cough* om mc *cough*).
They’ve cleaned up Ramshackle since living there, however, it still looks “abandoned & ancient” on the outside.
Crowley doesn’t give them more money than “needed”.
Celebrating Sebek’s Birthday With the Five Love Languages ✧ Sebek Zigvolt
Word Count: ~5.3k
Summary: It’s Sebek’s birthday and there’s no better time to shower your crush in little love language acts than the present–especially when said crush does not know how to receive affection whatsoever.
Notes: Crying, screaming, sobbing, shrilling, lamenting, wailing, punching the ground… Sebek is one of my favorite characters, how could I ever write anything fit to capture him in all his beauty? No fic I write could do him justice, I tell you!
Also I know I’ve been posting sparsely lately–college is killing me, but I’m already over halfway through this birthday series so I’m gonna finish it no matter what!
A letter arrives in the mail. You almost mistake it for someone’s essay, given how the message is formatted: double spaced, 12 point font, Times New Roman… It looks like whoever the sender was, they took painstaking care to try and make the letter as formal-looking as possible. (They may have taken writing the letter a little too seriously.)
A chick-shaped keychain is taped to the envelope of the letter. The bird is a little yellow puffball, with a chubby orange beak and little flippered feet, peeking out from bits of eggshell. How cute.
***Spoilers for the prologue, chapter 1, chapter 3, chapter 5, and a little of the Wish Upon a Star event!***
Dear Prefect,
My mom taught me to pay my respects and to show my appreciation for what I have. So… here goes!!
I’m thankful to have even been given the chance to attend a school as prestigious as Night Raven College. I’m thankful that I can hone my skills along with so many talented magicians. But most of all, I’m thankful that I got to meet you, and everyone else.
Growing up, I was kind of always the odd one out. I was a crappy student, and I didn’t have any real talents… I guess there was tinkering with stuff, but was that really a talent? I’d get angry a lot and lash out at other people… and I spiraled into delinquency. I don’t know why.
Maybe I was just angry. Angry at people, angry at the world, angry that no one accepted me for who I really was. Lost and confused and frustrated.
So I rebelled. It just made sense at the time. Or maybe I wasn’t thinking at all. Maybe it was just the blind rage talking. I wanted to run away from everything.
… Pretty stupid of me, huh?
I’m not smart. I’ve never been smart, but… even a dummy like me knows when they’ve hurt someone else. It took overhearing my mom crying on the phone for me to snap back to my senses. I couldn’t keep walking down that path—not if it makes the people I care about sad. I made a new goal, then and there: to be an honors student, the type of man that everyone can look up to and be proud of.
Being a good boy is harder than it looks, Prefect. My temper gets the better of me sometimes. I lose my cool so much… I panicked when we were this close to expulsion, I blew up at you and Ace and the Heartslabyul students that smashed those eggs… And I’m still no good at studying—but I swear I’ve learned my lesson about making weird deals with Ashengrotto-senpai!!
I’ve made a lot of mistakes.
At first, I was just angry again. Angry at myself for screwing up, for not being perfect. And I started to lose sight of my goal. Why did I come to Night Raven College? What were all my efforts for? Do I even deserve to be here? Thoughts like that began to fill my head.
Whenever I’m around you, Prefect, I can’t help but think about how amazing you are. You can’t do magic, but you still work so hard and do your part to help NRC. Grim and Ace, too. Their grades might not be much better than mine, but they have their own talents. Grim has his fire magic, and Ace has his wind magic, and a wicked good memory. Compared to that, what can I do? Summon cauldrons? That won’t help anyone.
I’m still a misfit.
I want to help. I really, really do. So I threw myself VDC. I’m awful at dancing, but I knew how important it was to everyone. Not just for the money, but… I was worried about Epel. I danced and danced and danced until my muscles were sore and my bones were on fire and I felt like tearing in two. Because that’s the least the stupid, talentless me could do to help my friends.
That wasn’t enough. I got angry. Again. I shouted at Schoenheit-senpai, chased after Epel. But ultimately, I still ran away. Again.
Am I doomed to do this forever? To want to be reborn as someone better, only to tumble back down to what I once was? If I was a chick, I’d still be in my shell. Not ready to hatch and face the world.
I’ll always be the dumb delinquent, Deuce.
But…
On the beach that day, I realized something. I’m dumb, but I’m also stubborn. And that means… No matter how many times I get beaten down, I’ll just stand back up and dare life to slug me again. No matter how bloodied and bruised I get, I won’t let bad things happen to the people I love. It might be silly, and it might make no sense, but that’s a choice I’ve made for myself.
That is my strength—my power.
My uniqueness.
I can’t erase who I was before. I’ll probably never be able to. But that’s what makes me me. I finally stopped running, and I accepted that part of myself, the part I always rejected. Because… that is what makes me unique. That is my “magic”.
Bet the Limit.
I broke free from the shell that kept me down. I protected my friends with not cauldrons, but with a power that only I can use. And I saved Schoenheit-senpai.
I did that.
… Prefect, did you see it back then? The shine of my spirit, the shape of my soul.
I know what I need to do now. I’ll use my new power to make sure my friends and family are safe. I’ll become the best honor student there ever was, and then a Magic Policeman!! Then… I’ll definitely, definitely make you all proud of this newborn chick.
