REQUESTS: Open!! (looking for ramble buddies :> hehe)
Hihi! formally opening my writing! heres my main intro. so this is my first hand at writing so this will be a bit experimental. I feel most comfortable with Drabbles and Scenario rambling/talk, and headcanons. Also blog is a wip for my tagging system :v
Writing; GENDERSWAP!!!! FEM YAN CATER IS MY HEART!!! Dark topics, Angst, Fluff, Whump, XReader, PolyXReader, platonic/romantic yan,
NOTE; As I am a beginner I wont take nsfw drabbles but I will accept HCs and general scenario talk Yay!
Fandoms
☆ Twisted wonderland, A3!, ikemen series, Indie romance Visual novels (14dwy, Our life, Tkatb, Date at the cemetery, etc), Yona of the Dawn, Yandere ocs, The Hollow, Classic literature, Frankenstein, Macbeth, yttd, ^^
WARNING: THIS BLOG MAY CONTAIN DARK WRITING INVOLVING DEATH AND OTHER HARSH TABOO OR TRIGGER TOPICS THAT WILL BE TAGGED. Please block the tags below to avoid darker post!! I wont force anyone to interact with things they disagree with or are uncomfortable!! BUT im not one to shy away from intense subjects. When I drop my flowers in the attic, Oedipus Rex, & Greek lineage essay I WILL get nitty gritty. ENGLISH MINORS RISEE ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)
Again I only dabble in that I prefer fluff so pls give me like a 50/50
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All my idea/future works! I really enjoyed my leona blab and i would love to keep working on my nsfw skills!! I have made anything fluffy in a bit but i rlly wanted to see if anyone wanted to see anything particular or just a general preference :3
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⤷ ゛GN!reader, reader loves servicing because i do too and also it’s leonaˎˊ˗
FIRST NSFW ANYTHING PLS KILL ME can you tell this started off as head canons then devolved into me being possessed by my desire for my big strong sexy beautiful black man i was stressing so hard writing this but it’s too late now also i promise fem riddle is in the works but YAN SCARABIA IS GRIPPING ME BY THE NECK
Leona is so mean when you guys sleep together. His sex drive is lower than average most of the time so you’ll be the one initiating or having to start the mood, and of course he’ll always comply. However, this willingness comes with one downside: that is he has managed to stretch his laziness into the bedroom and wants to do the least amount of work for the most amount of pleasure.
He knows what he’s good at and just uses that to satisfy you so most of the time it ends up with him just eating you out. Leona is unfortunately way too forward so if you're shy I’m so sorry. You can literally just start kissing his neck or caressing his arms and two seconds later he’ll have to laying flat on his bed while he paws at your uniform trying to make quick work of you.
He is also a very messy eater and enjoys it very much but he’ll always turn it on you by getting close to you and grabbing your face to force you to watch him lick the mess off his lips, or he’ll just kiss you and clean your lips off which only leads to another make out that only worsens the issue. Anyway, in the event he wants attention too, he also prefers head over anything else. It does stroke his ego to see you on your knees below him staring him right in his eyes as you give short kitten licks to his tip.
He reallly likes it when you make a mess and thinks it’s so cute you have to work yourself up trying taking his whole length in your mouth, not that you can manage to take all of him but the attempt is cute. But your boyfriend is so loving and helpful and totally not evil so he’ll help speed things up and grab the back of your head and give a not so gentle push down. You don’t know what’s worse the oxygen getting hit out your nose, the claws digging through your hair or the force of his dick hitting the back of your throat.
Your eyes shoot up in annoyance only to be met with the biggest fucking smirk on Leona’s face. With how big that smile was you could see the full extent of his fangs and now you want to wipe that damning smug expression right off his face. But before you can even regain yourself another hand is placed on your forehead lifting you off him before shoving your head right back down. And he’s terrible!! In a desperate attempt to catch yourself you cling to the corner of the bed and the edge of his shirt while he inconsiderately continues to use your mouth like a toy. Even as you whimper you only feel his clutch on your head tighten the faster he goes.
Leona finally slows down and finally pulls your head off him as you drag your tongue, tracing a vein before sucking his tip one last time before he finishes pulling your head back. precum and drool drip from your mouth and you cringe after a poor attempt to wipe it with your sleeve that you definitely have to wash before you return to your dorm. You can hear Leona laugh at you and you have the half idea to threaten to bite him when you feel him lean down and press a finger on your lower lip. You let him into your mouth once more and lean into him closing your eyes. Despite how sore your tongue has gotten you still give small licks to his claws while he groans in response.
It’s easy to forget how angry you were moments ago by how gentle was being for a change until you feel something warm drop on your tongue. Your eyes shoot open only to be met with Leona aiming his dick right over your mouth. You can almost hear him growl while he finishes, and you’re star-struck watching his chest rise and fall with every shudder of his dick.
While he’s distracted you lick your lips and swallow what he already gave you before pulling his finger out of your mouth and moving it onto your cheek. You feel the damp fingers twitch wetting your cheeks when he try’s to caress the side of your face. Leona struggles to focus his eyes despite the touch of your hand on his, after pausing to finally reach your gaze his breath hitches watching you pout before taking him back into your mouth. After all the teasing it’s sooo satisfying to hear him whimpers, whether out of surprise or sensitivity, it doesn’t matter but if your lions so greedy he better not complain when you keep on giving!
Revisiting a3! for my memorial work piece and listening to the troupe songs while i write and I it’s like being hit by a freight train of nostalgia. I forgot how much I love Harugami…. Tsuzuroon my goat… gay ass triangle bitch…. take me back is the en fanbase even alive 🥀
ALDBSJWJ I HAVE RE-READ IT AND ONLY NOW SAW UR TAGS?? LIKE YEEEES, great minds thing alike or something because i had the same thought 🥀
And evil lesbians?? Gshsgsh she for sure is. Reader not yeeeet uh no wait actually, reader being a lil cheater is evil. !!!thank u again. Love the evil lesbians. Love your little writing there. Thank youuu.
AWEEE TYSM FOE REREAD 😭 this means so much to me mwah mwah <3 Reader is like a littttle guilty but like. It’s cater. You can’t tell me anyone would pick npc brother over cay cay 🩷 not to mention she has been going above and beyond to get her grubby little hands on you and for my next trick i will be rambling about evil Riddle who gets her first crush on a girl and goes absolutely ballistic
jamil is such a nice man, he’s so reliable and dependable — it’s no wonder that he’s the vice housewarden of scarabia, he’s naturally someone that commands respect.
he’s always there to help you with your problems, despite you not even being someone from his dorm he’s always rushing for duty.
and he explains everything so easy — he makes life so easy for you that you can’t help but feel so grateful towards him.
yet he’s also so calculating and you would be lying if you said you didn’t blush whenever you saw his eyes gaze at you as if he knew all there was to know about you, like he had you all figured out — quite frankly, it made you squirm in your seat.
but you’re sure he would never do anything to you. after all, jamil is such a nice man.. so reliable, it’s no wonder that he’s the vice housewarden of scarabia.
yet that calculating gaze.. and suddenly your mind is feeling fuzzy and you don’t know why. your body feels more light than usual and you aren’t even aware of your surroundings yet one figure stands in front of you.. jamil.
he’s the only thing you can focus on, despite your fuzzy vision and your dreamy like mood, he’s the only clear thing you can see — like a light beckoning you to cling to it. yes, yes! it all makes sense now, jamil is your light. he is the light that beckons you to cling to him, the light that beckons you to follow wherever he goes or else you would be utterly lost.
everything feels so surreal yet he doesn’t , it’s why that when he places his hands onto you — you lean into his touch and even silently plead for more.
you think you hear something, his voice.. telling you to just relax and let him handle everything, how he doesn’t intend on letting you go. and you don’t want him to let go! he’s your never ending light and you need him!
he coos at you for being so cute and obedient for him as you look at him with this fervor in your eyes, yet his murmurs of praise for you is anything but sweet and is quite frankly, obsessive.
if you’re being honest, you don’t know what’s going on. i mean, how could you? your body feels so lightweight and your brain feels all fuzzy yet warm when you’re with him.
maybe you should be scared, maybe. yet you trust him. you’re sure he would never do anything bad to you. after all, jamil is just such a kind man — reliable and dependable. if he tells you to relax and let him handle everything, who are you to disobey your one true light?
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To love means to enjoy their presence at their best and to heal them at their worst - Riddle, Vil
┆REQUESTS OPEN!!! based on a convo where me and my Vil stan friend and I had a convo of how we appreciated overblots very differently ALSO I PROMISE IM WORKING ON MY FEMYAN STUFF BUT I NEEDED A BREAK 💔 ┆
To recall his overblot is to confront a lifetime’s worth of shame and humiliation. Overblot is an embodiment of everything warped and wrong inside him; to hear that you were attracted to that version,his worst self is… perplexing.
Riddle despises remembering your relationship as it was back then, and how uncouth, how viciously unrestrained he became in that unnatural state. The fact that one of your memorable moments together comes from such a deplorable interaction pools fresh regret in his chest. He’s taken aback, eyes narrowing as he digs through a mental landscape he wishes he could forget.
He recalls ink-soaked hands trembling with rage, smothering the remnants of his consciousness. He remembers the contradictory storm inside his mind, chest, and soul. How painfully aware he’d been of every sense going into overdrive, his thoughts lagging behind the surge feeding his ego and temper.
How anyone could find that state beautiful is utterly baffling.
It takes a conscious effort for him to drag himself out of those memories and respond.
“I find that hard to believe. There is nothing appealing about myself in that state. And I sincerely hope you’re not comparing myself now to that.”
You want to giggle at how quickly he stiffens, but the sound dies in your throat when you turn to look at him. Even though you’ve only officially begun dating recently, Riddle is easy enough for you to read. He always faces things head on, just like now. His fingers tighten around the book in his hands, his eyes narrowing with that familiar twitch they get when his thoughts grow tense.
“Wait! don’t go overthinking it! I mean that I liked you no matter what.”
Riddle lifts his face from the novel arching his brows unamused.
“In the face of a phantom throwing rose bushes at my dorm members, you found me attractive?”
“No! Like back then I was probably more scared of imminent death than anything. But when I look back on it now, it feels like. catharsis?”
“Catharsis?”
You close your eyes, trying to shape your thoughts into something he can understand.
“I think overblotting was… good, in a way. It forced a breaking point that let you change. I mean, obviously counseling earlier would’ve been better of course! But I just think seeing you be more genuine- more vulnerable for the first time was beautiful. I doubt you’ll see it from my perspective, but I just think you’re pretty no matter what.”
When you turn back, Riddle has dipped his face back toward his book in a poor attempt to hide his expression. Unfortunately for him the tips of his ears are still visible and had flushed a soft damning red. He lets out a sigh in a poor attempt to sound composed.
“I’ll admit I still cannot understand your perspective,” he murmurs, “but… I will accept your reasoning.”
You try to stifle the corners of your lips from curling, he really was too cute.
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Vil’s face almost immediately goes flat, his hands freezing inches away from applying the finishing touches of his face mask. The young star is used to you using these rare moments before bed to relax together, unwinding after the day while practicing your nightly care routine. Your schedules rarely align, much to his disappointment, so Vil treasures the time you carve out to tend to Grim so he can manage a night on his own, leaving the evening free for just the two of you.
You always make the most of the time you share, and he’s grown used to the way you dump all your thoughts onto him while he grooms himself. It’s nowhere near as educational as his beauty podcasts or movie reviews, but it soothes him in a different way- in a way he finds far more endearing than he ever expected.
Your thoughts aren’t exactly white noise, though they are a constant background lull. He tries to keep up so he can comment when you finish, but this abrupt comment feels as slimy as the snail mucin mask he’s using.
“You sound just as bad as Rook right now. I’d expect him to spout praise no matter what, but even you?”
“What? Rook can find beauty in anything, but I think it’s just because it was you. Besides, didn’t you think what you were wearing looked pretty? I thought you looked almost like a saint… a bit more demented, but saint-ish?”
“Dear, I was a bit preoccupied to have a moment to check what I was wearing.”
“Even more reason why you should take my word for it!”
Vil sighs, but there’s no malice in it. The two of you still haven’t had a proper conversation about his overblot since you started dating, and knowing you as well as he does, it doesn’t surprise him that the catalyst for it would be something completely outlandish. He steadies himself again, returning the applicator brush to his skin as a soft hum leaves his lips.
He’s had his own moments of understanding Rook’s incessant prattling about beauty — but that doesn’t mean he can comprehend it.
“I mean, the pointy things on your hands were super cool. And that thing around your waist with the spikes? It made you look so macabre!”
“Schatz they’re called finger gauntlets and a lower cuirass. And I’d much rather you call me macabre when you’re dissecting one of my acting roles not my mental break.”
“I think I can admire all versions of you to some degree.” you reply with playful firmness.
It looks like Vil is finished; his face mask has started to dry. He moves with steady assurance, gathering the small containers cluttering his gilded vanity. You watch him from his bed, sinking comfortably into his airy duvet which, based on how soft it feels, probably cost more than some of the repairs you’ve made to your dorm.
Vil returns with a clean face that practically sparkles when the light hits it. He flicks off the lamp washing the room in darkness. Moonlight spills in faint silver ribbons across his silhouette as he moves toward you. The bed dips with a gentle creak beside you. Inviting you closer until you’re pressed against the smooth silk of his robes.
“I won’t say I like that you were fighting and distracted,” he murmurs, his voice slowing with sleep, “but if you can find something desirable out of it be my guest.”
His breathing slows and when you turn to your side you see his eyes fluttering shut.
“Your clothes really were beautiful buts more about you than anything” you whisper. “You’re really going to hate that I thought you looked good after you rescued Idia then.”
You hear his breath hitch sharp and scandalized and you wonder if maybe you should’ve stopped while you were ahead.
next works ₊⊹⁀➴ YanFem!Riddle wants you, desperately. even if she doesn’t realize it yet
FEM CATER???? Fem caterrr... HELLOO that was so good, thank you. That was SO yummy.
you have very nice thoughts, thank you 🙏
AYEEEE TYSM!!!! im only used to writing scripts so x reader is such a new style but I have so many fem/yan twst thoughts im just trying to figure out how to push them out…. im gonna make out with y anon let’s talk fem cater again
yandere!kalim al-asim x (gender neutral) reader
cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, kidnapping/captivity, obsession, delusion, non-consensual hypnosis
note - what is love if not the oversized sweater you drown in? what is the blinding sun if not convenient cover for its shadow? // HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO THE DEAR AND BELOVED @fish-brain-go-brrrr !!!!!! wishing you a day full of wonderful things!!! you are so amazing!!!
In your dreams, the sun is a singular eye shining through the darkness shrouding your soul.
It peeks into the cracks you’ve patched up, melting away the mortar holding everything together. As if your body is nothing more than a hollow dollhouse, that eye pokes itself through the window between your ribs and searches for something.
In your dreams, there is always darkness—ever-present, never fading. And then there is the eye. Citrine like the sun, dripping in shreds of runny yolk. You hold your breath and sink in it: a sweetness so gooey it chokes your throat and rots your teeth through to the gums. No matter how many times you retch, hands close around your shoulders, pat your back, promise it’s fine.
Stifling like summer humidity, a sun that is always burning impossibly bright. So much so that you never see the shadows just beyond it.
There is always darkness in your dreams until, inevitably, someone comes to pull the cloth from your eyes.
This time, when the blindfold falls away, you find yourself looking into garnet eyes. Concern shimmers across Kalim’s face, widening his pupils in a way that’s almost preternatural.
“K-Kalim…?” You try to stand, but gravity pushes you down and you stumble into his open arms. “Oh—sorry! Uh… What happened?”
“I’m not sure…” He frowns and scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “If I had to guess…” Taking stock of the room, its simple, sterile furnishings remind you of displays in home decor stores. Or a hospital arranged in waiting for a patient. Kalim gives a cheery laugh. “It’s probably another kidnapping! Don’t worry, (Name). Jamil’ll be here soon to get us out.”
There’s a beat of silence, divorced from your own staggered heartbeat. He can’t be serious. You can understand Kalim being in jeopardy. He always is, being son to an uber-rich family. But you’re no one. You’re not even from this world! Why would they target you as well? Your net worth is nonexistent, much like your identity and every other legal aspect normally attached to a person from Twisted Wonderland.
“There’s…no way, right?” you ask, peering around in search of a hidden camera or a few students failing to muffle their laughter at a mean-spirited prank.
Having realized you’ve been standing so close, with Kalim practically clinging to you, you take a step back. You feel fine, if not slightly groggy, but otherwise there doesn’t appear to be a scratch on you. It’s the same for Kalim, who wanders to the bare mattress a few paces away.
“At least we’ve got a bed!” He smiles. “If we’re gonna be here a while, might as well get comfortable.”
How can he be so nonchalant about this? Isn’t he scared?
“We should look for a way out.” You cross over towards the door and try the handle. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t budge. There aren’t any windows either. Frowning, you cast your gaze to the ceiling. “There has to be something we can do.”
“Really? Usually I wait it out. Shouldn’t be much longer!”
“But—” You stumble over the words, tongue heavy and numb. “W-What if… Don’t you think there could be a situation where Jamil…doesn’t come to rescue you?”
Kalim tilts his head to and fro, considering the hypothetical. “Mm, I guess it is a scary thought. But I trust Jamil! I know he’ll find us.” And then he chuckles nervously. “I’m sorry you had to get caught up in this… But once we’re out of here, I’ll throw a big party at Scarabia! You’ll be the guest of honor and everything! It’ll be a blast!”
If we get out of here…
“Uh, yeah, sure…” You look around the room again, picking out pieces of furniture to ground yourself. A colorful shag rug, a tea table, two chairs, a bed without sheets. “Do you have any idea where we are?”
“No clue!”
“Huh…”
You walk the perimeter of the room, pressing on the walls as you go. Nothing gives. No loose tiles. No hidden compartments or panels popping out to reveal a way out. You’re trapped.
It has to be someone meticulous, right? Kalim and I aren’t hurt anywhere. We’re not even restrained. Someone’s taking care to ensure we don’t get injured. Maybe we’re just being held for ransom. Still scary, but at least it’s not worse.
You take another lap around the room.
What am I thinking? This is bad! This is really bad!
Cupping your hands around your mouth, you turn towards the door and yell: “Hey! Hello! Can anyone hear me? Help! You’ve gotta help us!”
Kalim lowers to sit on the bed, idly kicking his feet to and fro. Though he’s quietly passive, there’s a storm brewing on his face. It’s the most lonesome you’ve ever seen him look.
When no one heeds your cries, you take to pounding on the door, your shouts becoming increasingly louder. Maybe it’s possible to kick it down? You wind your leg back and ram your sole against the surface. Surely, if there’s anyone within a close enough radius, they’ll hear the wild thumping and come running. At least, that’s your goal. You’ll take anyone at this point. Hell, even slimy Azul and his terrible twosome. Anyone’s better than this—than confinement in an unknown place, at the mercy of an unknown person.
“Do you have your magic pen?” You glance over your shoulder at Kalim. “Maybe it’s possible to force the door open with magic?”
“I really think we should just stay put…” he says, picking at the mattress.
You’re so used to upbeat, smiling Kalim that this version of him—reserved and uncharacteristically silent—stuns you.
“But…” You turn around fully. “Aren’t you scared? You’re allowed to feel that way, you know. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve been kidnapped or poisoned. That stuff is scary no matter how often it happens!”
He tries a smile and fails. “Aww, I appreciate it. Thanks, (Name).”
“We’ve gotta get out of here. We have to! And we can’t wait around for someone to help us. What if they don’t come?”
He nods his agreement but doesn’t make any attempt to move off the bed. “Don’t you believe in Jamil?”
“Of course I do. But we can’t always rely on him—or anyone, for that matter—to save us when things get rough.”
Kalim watches you check beneath the chairs and table. “Are you scared?”
“I mean, yeah! I don’t know where we are or how long we’ve been here or who’s taken us. They’ll come for you because you’re important, but if it had just been me—” You stop yourself abruptly. “If we can find a way out sooner, that’ll increase our chances of survival.”
“You don’t think you’re important?”
“What?”
“What you just said.” Kalim frowns. “You said…”
“Oh. Well, yeah. It’s obvious, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think so. You’re just as special.”
“Maybe. But not nearly enough that someone would risk everything for me.”
“I would,” he murmurs, glancing sidelong at the door.
“But that doesn’t really matter,” you continue, peeling the rug back to search for a secret. “The sooner we can find a way out, the quicker we can get back to school and whoever kidnapped us—they’ll be dealt with.”
“Mhm!” He perks up, flashing his thumbs at you. “I believe in us!”
“We’ll make it out. Definitely.”
Somehow you manage to make those words sound confident despite the horror eating you alive.
After circling the room once more and turning up empty, you shuffle over to the door again. This time, you press your ear against it and strain to listen for any movement on the other side.
A room as plain as this… Where could we be? In someone’s house?
“Hear anything?”
“Nothing yet, no…”
“That’s okay! I’m sure something—there’s gotta be something…!”
You heave a woeful breath. “We could be in the middle of nowhere and no one will ever know…”
He gasps. “Don’t say that! On the bright side, we’re not in any immediate danger. No one’s watching us, right? I couldn’t see any cameras or anything. And this room doesn’t seem to have any traps or other dangers. We’re totally fine!” He gives a relieved laugh, though it falls flat when you don’t mirror his misplaced optimism.
Pulling away from the door, you rest your palm upon it. “You don’t have to be the life of the party all the time. It’s gotta be exhausting being so happy.”
Kalim doesn’t say anything.
“Sorry. What am I saying? I’m just super stressed. Nothing’s making sense and neither am I… I just—I’m sure you have your reasons. Sorry. I’ll shut up now.”
You feel along the door, brows furrowed in concentration. You’re not sure how long you spend analyzing this very normal door in this painfully normal room, but it must have been a significant amount of time because you forget all about Kalim sitting on the bed.
“Damn it!” you hiss, curling your hands into fists. “We’re never getting out of here… It could be hours or minutes and still… F-Fuck. We’re trapped. We’re seriously trapped.” Tears well in your eyes. You can’t panic. Not right here. You need to stay calm. For your sake. For Kalim’s. You need to think logically. There has to be a reason for all of this. There has to be a reason you’re not chained up or worse. Whoever’s taken the two of you must possess some foresight—at least enough to not want either of you to get hurt. Not yet, anyway.
You don’t hear him approach.
“I’m sorry.”
His arms wrap around you from behind, startling you from your skin.
“Huh—oh! K-Kalim?” You blink your tears away.
“This is why I really didn’t want to do this…”
“What’re you talking about? I don’t—”
“You’re always so sweet, (Name). You know that?” He squeezes tighter now, his head against your back. “You’re so kind to everyone, always, no matter what. I didn’t want to scare you. Really! I just…” He sighs, cheerful layers pulled back to reveal something you’ve never quite seen before. “But I couldn’t think of another way. At least, not a way that puts you right here with me.” He forces out a boyish chuckle. “I guess that makes me kinda selfish, huh?”
You freeze, taking in everything he says. It has the format of a confession. What emotion is twined throughout, you can’t begin to theorize. You don’t want to.
“W-What…?”
“Even if you can’t forgive me, I just want to do my best to make you happy. I promise I will. So…please don’t cry. I’ll make it better—you’ll see!”
You can hear the smile in his voice, happiness desperately clawing through delusion. His hands snake up to cradle your face, holding you still as the door creaks open. You can’t look away. You can’t even scream.
How can you when the person on the other side is so familiar?
Kalim holds your eyes open while they make contact with the devious greys of a snake.
The world falls away then. A voice whispers in your ear.
“It’s going to be okay, (Name). I’ll look after you, so don’t cry.”
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More male characters who are interested in their mother's legacy. As a trope there's a lot of sons and daughters who follow in the father's footsteps and there's yes, girls who honor their mother, ect. But let's have more dudes who are like. Stumbling on their mom's secret fairy cottage or some shit. And they're like aight gotta make the tea
