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â§.* This is my alt, where I specifically share writing + reading related content! This means my WIP, books I like, and most importantly, take fic requests!
â§.* Tags for sorting: LotusOC (For my OC writing), LotusFandom (For my personal fic writing), LotusReq (for fic reqests), LotusReads (For yaps, usually), LotusWrites (for all writing related things if you don't care about what category it is) Things like specific series will have individual tags in the Masterlist.
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REQUEST RULES
â§.* Obvious things out of the way first: I will not take requests the following things:
Incest
Adult/Minor
Suggestive Content of underage characters
Full-on NSFW, even of adult characters
Most extremely triggering topics such as: s/h, suicide, eating disorders, etc.
Now that doesn't mean I won't potentially write at all about these things; just that I won't take requests for them. If I write about them it's of my own accord (I say this last bit mostly about the last option- The first four are off the table all together).
â§.* I write both headcanon lists and one-shots at request, so please be specific with what you want when asking!
â§.* I am currently open to writing for OCs; however, I am more likely to deny requests of them. This isn't personal at all. I just want my writing to be fun and accurate, and if I'm stressing about keeping them from being ooc, it stops becoming fun. Again, this doesn't mean I'll always reject them! It's just more about how I'm feeling the moment. A few things that will help make the process easier if you're requesting oc works from me:
Please give me as much detail about your OC as you can! Try to be as specific as possible, and if you have a certain scenario in mind, tell me as many details of how you want your OC to act as you can. I know it might seem like you're "talking too much", or "asking for too much", but the more information I have, the better it is for us both!
Don't be surprised if the work isn't 100% accurate to what you were envisioning, especially if you didn't tell me you wanted certain details. I cannot read your mind, but I'll try my best to keep the fic from being too ooc!
Time. These requests might take a little bit longer since I'll be trying to adhere directly to what you're telling me about your character, as opposed to other requests where I have more free reign.
â§.* In the same vein as OC/Canon (or general OC work), I am willing to write character/character, mostly because I find it fun to explore different character dynamics! This does mean that if it's not something I personally ship nor am interested in writing for in that moment, I'll likely reject the request. Please know that me rejecting a request is NOT because I hate your ship, or you, or anything of the sort. I just write for fun, so that means taking requests that I find interesting. Again, I am more than willing to write for things I don't ship, so I'm not going to include a list of "ships I'll write for" or anything of the sort (as of this moment, if I ever feel a need to in the future I will).
â§.* Character/reader works are 100% open. However, the more specific the reader-insert gets, the closer it becomes to writing an OC fic in the second person. As an example, "Could you write a Lilia/Reader fic where x thing happens? Reader is x personality/physical trait and maybe does x thing in response" is very different then "Write a Lilia/reader fic where reader has perfectly straight blonde hair, is 20 years old, likes etc etc, does etc etc has this 1,000 word backstory, etc etc". I'll take your specific x readers, but again at that point, OC requests are open so just send it there please :3.
â§.* I love writing AUs! I'm notorious for always turning things I like into superhero/royalty AUs, or connecting them to another piece of media I like (*ahem* like the Diasomnia Tuck Everlasting fic *ahem*). So big time YES on including these in other requests, or as their own ideas!!
â§.* Songfics. I just love collecting music, if I gotta write something to go with it, that's a bonus more than anything.
â§.* Fandoms I write for. These are fandoms I'm willing to write for as of this moment. If your fandom isn't in this list, it doesn't mean it's a guaranteed no! Just like anything else you have questions about regarding this list, feel free to reply to this post (or if you'd rather the question is private, dms are currently open. Please don't abuse that privilege, though) before you send the request!
Twisted Wonderland
My Little Pony
â§.* In line with the last note, please send your requests through the askbox, not through dms. This is just to help keep things organized for me. If you send a request (not a question) to my dms, it will be ignored. Thanks for understanding!
â§.* If I don't respond to your ask, that doesn't mean I denied it/am not working on it! If I don't want to take a request, I'll answer it to let you know.
â§.* And as a final reminder: This is not an exhaustive list! Please feel free to ask further questions and request what you want. Even if you think your idea is silly or dumb, I want to hear it.Â
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â order up ! ⌠Rook Hunt x GN!reader coming to table one ! (ŕšáľâ¤áľŕš) â
>> pairing :: Rook Hunt x GN!reader
>> TW :: none , just fluff (ignore the horrible french , mari egoed me my lessons today)
>> tags list :: @purezneon || @lotusview (you just get both tagged since you asked on one but i also know your main (áľâá´â))
đš :: My ! The most beautiful thing Iâve ever seen !
Deep in the halls of the pristine house of Pomefiore lay a love ridden hunter. Rook found the beauty of anything, it was known around by all his housemates and spread around Night Raven College as the year progressed. Yet he couldnât contain himself when he saw you.
Perhaps it was the smile that lit up the world, or the eyes that glimmered in the sunlight. No, it was everything about you that enamored Rook. You never wavered your opinions, not against any of your friends, or the upperclassmen whoâd found you as free bait.
Had Rook known better, he would have stopped lurking around you. He should have stopped, but in the words of Vil, âYou seem to be hit with a case of pure love, Hunt. Tilt your head up, that glint in your eyes show youâre on the hunt.â The idea of Vil assisting his lovesick fantasies only spurred him on more into becoming yours.
The day started like every other before, repeating pattern after pattern. The one thing on the hunterâs mind was finding you out in the courtyard. Maybe stalking watching you from the tree wasnât his brightest ideas. When a rouge branch snapped under his weight, he froze up. Your eyes catching his as you tilted your head.
âare you okay up thereâŚ?â You mused with a slight smile. Rook shyly tilted his hat as he gracefully landed on his feet back to ground level.
âpardonne-moi, I meant no offense to your peaceful walk, ma beautĂŠ!â He beamed at you. When you curiously took a step towards him, he took the chance to steal your hand and swipe a kiss across your knuckles before letting it fall back to your side.
Your blushing features did nothing to help the pit in his stomach twisting gears just being near an artifact such as you. He gave you one last smile before going on his way.
âWait- you never gave me your name! Or your reasonings for lurking!â You stopped him in his tracks as he turned back to face you.
âAh, ma beautĂŠ, youâre the most curious! Je m'appelle Rook Hunt, the greatest of all pleasures to be in your presence!â He mused as he tapped his chin. âYouâre frowning, a beautiful person such as you should be smiling at all times, it most fits you.â
The meeting seemed to spark something, which couldnât make Rook anymore ecstatic! Youâd been coming over to Pomefiore of your own free will (which not many do), and tagging along even when he talked about the most absurd of things.
Itâd all dwindled down to this. Rook had been very, aggressively keen on keeping track of every thing that pleased you and made you excited. The gift bundled in his arms with a tag that read to âTrickster of mon cĹurâ as he happily awaited your presence in the garden.
When you did arrive, his smile dropped almost instantly into a sudden spell of âshould I be doing thisâ like hours before he hadnât secretly hit you with his Ultimate Magic to make sure youâd seen his love letter on your desk telling you that the garden had a surprise for you at exactly 11:59 pm sharp. He slipped passed Vil awkwardly like he hadnât been told he was already told to get the confession out.
Youâd learn to see, even though Rook never seemed to stop talking or stop observing, heâd never truly broke down his theatrical acts. Even though when he was around you it wasnât as over the top, it still had fleeting moments where even Rook seemed unsure if heâd truly meant what he said. Which is why seeing his suddenly in front of you pressing a box into your hands made him as confused as you were.
âWhatâs this?â
âA gift. For my favorite trickster.â
âI brought you flowers, too, Rook.â
Your words seemed to shatter him as he was handed the small bouquet of wild flowers. He smiled at them before looking back to you.
âA chance with you, ma beautĂŠ?â
You smiled as you shook your head and pulled him into a hug.
âMy⌠the most beautiful thing Iâve ever seen suddenly has their arms around me telling me they aime-moi!â
â my deepest apologies that I cannot write Rook , his character is just so everywhere which I love but then when I tried to write for him I couldnât figure out if heâd be flushed or cover it up even if he didnât want to ⌠ahaha . Please enjoy though , even if itâs not the most exciting thing ever â¸(ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )â¸âĄ â
â not proof read yet â
Sebek Zigvolt x GN!reader
â twâ mentioned of skin picking (reader receiving), body dysmorphia (sebek), and probably small tidbits I hadnât thought of to put in this (lazy bum editor overworked in class today anything for free food tho) â
ââĄď¸ TOO MUCH FAE TOO MUCH HUMAN
Sebek was a proud fae. Well, he uses the word fae. The human side of him made him feel weak, pathetic, void, and helpless in ways he hated. He felt like the title was dangled above his head like a prize given to those last place in the race of life.
So what really shocked Sebek, was falling for somebody like you. Heâd never mean to harm your dignity with his words, heâd known better. Humanâs survive off many things, dignity is one. What he couldnât control, was those holes drilled into his brain telling him that your flesh was measly. Heâd fought the urge to just pick pick pick off your skin until he could make you a fae like him.
A strong, never faltering fae.
This made gaps in your relationship; Sebek knew that it did. You were you, a human. Somebody that would die when your time ended, or something took you away. Sebek was him. A half mixed horror. (He was not, but the poor boy doesnât understand that.)
Many examples shine in the dark, like a torch illuminating the horrors he didnât want to come out. Such as this evening, with you coddled up into his arms, slow breaths and stable heartbeats keeping the two of you afloat in the waters of slumber. His head slowly found it into the crook of your neck, his hair just lighting brushing against your throat as he peered an eye open.
â[name], are my scales hurting you? If they are, by any means tell me. I donât mean to discomfort you, beloved.â
âThey arenât, Sebs.â
He looked up at you with a scowl as he sat up from his comfortable spot against you.
âDonât act strong, I know they are. Youâre shifting around to stop them from rubbing onto you.â
His nose twitched slightly as he looked away displeased. You could only stare at him in confusion for his defensive stance against his own features.
âSebek, I told you they werenât hurting me? Why are you acting like they are harmful to me, I was shifting because your hair was tinkling me.â
He stared back at you again, before huffing as he sunk back down next to you.
âI donât want to hurt you. Youâre a strong person, with such fortitude- and⌠and⌠I cannot harm you. I swore an oath against it. I worry every second if Iâll break it.â
Sebek turned on his back to face away from you, sacrificing the warmth you shared him, in favor of sulking. He slowly rubbed his arms. If it had not been for how late it was, his quiet words and understanding character would have been enough to prove something was going on.
âI worry Iâm too human for Waka-Sama and too fae for a human like you. I wish I could just pick off somebodyâs being and mold them into something that fits my identity. You do too much caring for a measly half like me. Too much human, too much fae. I curse my father.â
You hum lightly to pull his attention back to you, softly nudging your nose into his shoulder.
âYouâre not too much. Youâre perfect. Perfectly human, perfectly fae. Your mother was a smart one. Married who she loved regardless of the consequences, you have ought to know what a line you come from. Youâre you, Sebek Zigvolt, and thatâs the most anybody could ask for.â
He grumbled as he turned back around and pinched your skin as he avoided eye contact. Though the pinching barely pulled any of your skin. He was not the best at showing appreciation, but he tried. For you. And perhaps his beloved was right. He was perfect the way he was. He molded right into you.
âââ
âWAKAAAAAAAA-SAMAAAAAAAA!!!! YOU HAVE SUCH BEAUTIFUL TASTE FOR ATTRACTING THOSE PERFECT TO YOU!!!! THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME YOUR BLESSING IN TAKING YOUR FRIEND FOR MY OWN BELOVED LOVER!!!!â
You roll your eyes as you look to see Liliaâs evil smirk at you all the while Malleus confusingly tries to understand what Sebek means.
â I admit , my work here did not exceed what I wished , but oh for now it must do . Thank you to the old Vixie for whipping up something (ËśËáËËľ) â
â yes !! If itâs about Rook I got you ⌠just lemme lock back into my French lessons (my French friend) ŮŠ(ËáË*)٠⥠⌠also ego this , I made it at 2 in the morning after a AP datasheet lolololol â
Sebek Zigvolt x GN!reader
â twâ mentioned of skin picking (reader receiving), body dysmorphia (sebek), and probably small tidbits I hadnât thought of to put in this (lazy bum editor overworked in class today anything for free food tho) â
ââĄď¸ TOO MUCH FAE TOO MUCH HUMAN
Sebek was a proud fae. Well, he uses the word fae. The human side of him made him feel weak, pathetic, void, and helpless in ways he hated. He felt like the title was dangled above his head like a prize given to those last place in the race of life.
So what really shocked Sebek, was falling for somebody like you. Heâd never mean to harm your dignity with his words, heâd known better. Humanâs survive off many things, dignity is one. What he couldnât control, was those holes drilled into his brain telling him that your flesh was measly. Heâd fought the urge to just pick pick pick off your skin until he could make you a fae like him.
A strong, never faltering fae.
This made gaps in your relationship; Sebek knew that it did. You were you, a human. Somebody that would die when your time ended, or something took you away. Sebek was him. A half mixed horror. (He was not, but the poor boy doesnât understand that.)
Many examples shine in the dark, like a torch illuminating the horrors he didnât want to come out. Such as this evening, with you coddled up into his arms, slow breaths and stable heartbeats keeping the two of you afloat in the waters of slumber. His head slowly found it into the crook of your neck, his hair just lighting brushing against your throat as he peered an eye open.
â[name], are my scales hurting you? If they are, by any means tell me. I donât mean to discomfort you, beloved.â
âThey arenât, Sebs.â
He looked up at you with a scowl as he sat up from his comfortable spot against you.
âDonât act strong, I know they are. Youâre shifting around to stop them from rubbing onto you.â
His nose twitched slightly as he looked away displeased. You could only stare at him in confusion for his defensive stance against his own features.
âSebek, I told you they werenât hurting me? Why are you acting like they are harmful to me, I was shifting because your hair was tinkling me.â
He stared back at you again, before huffing as he sunk back down next to you.
âI donât want to hurt you. Youâre a strong person, with such fortitude- and⌠and⌠I cannot harm you. I swore an oath against it. I worry every second if Iâll break it.â
Sebek turned on his back to face away from you, sacrificing the warmth you shared him, in favor of sulking. He slowly rubbed his arms. If it had not been for how late it was, his quiet words and understanding character would have been enough to prove something was going on.
âI worry Iâm too human for Waka-Sama and too fae for a human like you. I wish I could just pick off somebodyâs being and mold them into something that fits my identity. You do too much caring for a measly half like me. Too much human, too much fae. I curse my father.â
You hum lightly to pull his attention back to you, softly nudging your nose into his shoulder.
âYouâre not too much. Youâre perfect. Perfectly human, perfectly fae. Your mother was a smart one. Married who she loved regardless of the consequences, you have ought to know what a line you come from. Youâre you, Sebek Zigvolt, and thatâs the most anybody could ask for.â
He grumbled as he turned back around and pinched your skin as he avoided eye contact. Though the pinching barely pulled any of your skin. He was not the best at showing appreciation, but he tried. For you. And perhaps his beloved was right. He was perfect the way he was. He molded right into you.
âââ
âWAKAAAAAAAA-SAMAAAAAAAA!!!! YOU HAVE SUCH BEAUTIFUL TASTE FOR ATTRACTING THOSE PERFECT TO YOU!!!! THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME YOUR BLESSING IN TAKING YOUR FRIEND FOR MY OWN BELOVED LOVER!!!!â
You roll your eyes as you look to see Liliaâs evil smirk at you all the while Malleus confusingly tries to understand what Sebek means.
â I admit , my work here did not exceed what I wished , but oh for now it must do . Thank you to the old Vixie for whipping up something (ËśËáËËľ) â
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yes I still need to finish some of the requests from the last Lilia poll (and yes please send art reqs to this acc and oneshot requests to @lotusview with proof of voting for Lilia) BUT IF YOU VOTE SILVER I WILL ALSO DRAW YOU THINGS. PLEASE I REALLY NEED THIS
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I love reading older books because they're all just about like. Some guy running around in the woods with his dog and buying candy for a nickel. Like damn I want to do that too.
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â Kalim spends his afternoon helping preen your feathers <3 â
THIS IS LILIA AND KALIM POLL PROPAGANDA.
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A/N: This one-shot was requested as part of my VOTE LILIA 2026 campaign by an anon. Admittedly, I wrote this at 1 in the morning, so if I missed anything in my editing... Well, sorry, Iâll try and fix it later. But SPREADING LILIA PROPAGANDA was more important. Â
Oh, and since this fic is about Kalim, you should VOTE HIM TOO!! Thereâs no incentive to do this; heâs just a cutie patootie.Â
Also, I must admit, Iâve never considered myself a Scarabia girlie at all, but this my third time writing a one-shot focused on them... Iâve technically written for Kalim more than I have Riddle... Suffice to say you guys are starting to convince me. Iâm having a great deal of fun thinking about these sillies. Â
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Kalim loved finding every excuse to spend more time with you. He could sit in the dormâs common room for hours, warm air drifting through the large windows and stirring up all the finely woven carpets and tapestries. Â
Spending the afternoon preening your feathers wasnât exactly what heâd expected when youâd asked to come over, but he certainly wasnât complaining now, was he?Â
You sat facing away from him; crimson wings neatly folded against your back. Youâd changed out of your uniform into looser clothing, better suited for Scarabiaâs weather. Just looking at you made Kalim flustered. Â
âSo... How was your day?â You asked, lifting one wing. Not completely unfurled yet, just enough for Kalim to shuffle forward and begin running his fingers through the first set of feathers. Â
âIt was nice!â he answered. His hands shook as he reached out, brushing against your skin and feathers. You were warm, and impulsively he wanted to just stay still, or to trace along the down that covered patches of your back. But he didnât, and focused on his task, setting each loose feather aside in a little pile. âKinda boring for the most part, though.âÂ
You shifted slightly as Kalim pulled a little too hard. âGentle, please,â you said, turning to look at him. Kalim winced, twisting the good feather between his fingers.Â
âSorry,â he apologized. He needed to relax. There wasnât anything to stress about. It was like playing with someoneâs hair. Yeah, just like all the times he would braid Jamilâs when bored in class (which often got him chastised, of course, but it was fun while it lasted).Â
But then again, this wasnât even close. It wasnât Jamil he was with; it was you. Glorious, wonderful, beautiful you, and therefore what should have been a very casual activity felt infinitely more daunting. Â
âAnyways... Surely something happened, yeah? I donât care if itâs boring, I want to hear about your day,â you restarted the conversation, looking up at the ceiling.Â
Kalim smiled. âNo, it really was nothing. You?â He admitted, moving on to the next section of the plumage. Â
âTruly stupid, is how itâs been,â you answered. Â
âWell, what did you do?â Kalim asked, finally getting into a groove. It felt natural, ruffling through your feathers, setting loose down to the side and scratching at the occasional pin feather. Â
âOh, itâs not what I did. Itâs what Grim did,â you explained, shaking your head. âYou know how you took me shopping a few days ago? And I bought all those cans of tuna?âÂ
âTo store for after exams, yeah,â Kalim nodded along. He loved taking you down to Foothill Town to shop. Even if you spent half the time turning down his attempts to spoil you, the few gifts he managed to get always made the trips special. âAs a reward for him doing well.âÂ
âYeah, I hid them in one of the side rooms. Even asked the ghosts to stand guard!â You chuckled, âDonât know why I thought that would work, though. Because you know what Grim did?âÂ
âFind it all?â Kalim guessed, pausing as you stretched your wing all the way out, the blue and yellow pinion feathers normally hidden beneath layers of crimson finally given bright sunlight, standing in perfect contrast to the sandy browns and reds that made up the roomâs walls. He moved away from you to preen them too, now able to look at your face as you both talked. Â
You met Kalimâs gaze as you corrected, âAte it all.âÂ
Kalim gasped in mock surprise. Grimâs appetite was something he was aware ofâHence why he always tried to remedy it! âHow could he possibly eat all that? We could barely carry it all back to the school there was so much tuna!âÂ
âExactly!â you said, feathers ruffled in excitement. âLike, where does it all go? Does he have some secret stomach?âÂ
âI wouldnât be surprised,â Kalim laughed smoothing your feathers back down and returning behind you to start on the other wing. âNo evidence otherwise! He very well might.âÂ
âEhh, probably not. Heâs currently experiencing the consequences of binging that much,â you explained. âAnd despite being completely sick to the stomach, he still insists heâd do it again! How am I to deal with him?â Â
Kalim opened his mouth to respond when you leaned back against him, head resting on his shoulder as you looked up at him. Kalim squeaked in surprise; his cheeks flooded with color. Â
He stared down at you, realizing you were blushing too. Â
âThanks for this, by the way,â you chirped. âI know itâs a bit of a hassle, but itâs hard for me to reach back there, and--âÂ
âItâs not a problem at all!â Kalim interrupted, sitting you back up and returning to work. His head was spinning, and he was instantly reminded of just how close he was to you right now. How intimate the whole process was. He couldnât get the image of your face out of his head, all rosy and relaxed. Your lips curled into a gentle smile, eyes sparkling in the sunlight... Sevens, he was getting distracted. Clearing his throat, he continued, âI enjoy this, actually. Just getting to talk with you. And besides, I get a nice little collection out of it.â Â
â... Collection?âÂ
âThe feathers, obviously. Theyâre beautiful. Iâd much rather wear yours than the ones I already have,â he admitted, pushing through the embarrassment of the confession. The ones attached to his hairband were nice, sure, but he would much rather be able to carry a little sign of you everywhere.Â
You folded your wings up again, turning around to face Kalim. You reached up and pulled the old ones out, setting them aside, and tied the new feathers in.Â
Your hands were so close to his face, your wings reaching out to pull him closer like a little hug. You were so closeâKalim so desperately wanted to kiss you. But then again, that would probably be a terrible idea. You came here to talk to him as a friend, right? One of these days, heâd find a good way to finally confess to you but today wasnât that day.Â
It did feel like a step closer, though, and that was enough.Â
Thinking about mermaids again and my little head canon about merfolk giving you something precious to court you or propose to you. Like for example in my one rambling of Azul with his coins and giving one to you as a proposal. And I'm thinking about it but the other way around and you don't know the significance or meaning behind the gesture. Gifting something so personal or homemade with love and care to a merfolk, it's like a love confession in a way. In a place like the sea where waves or predators can take things away easily, gifting something important to someone else is a serious matter. Things that are priceless or made with affection, it sends a sign that you think they're just as precious as the thing you hold dear.
And even though the boys know that you possibly don't know just how serious something like that is they still take it and accept it. Because it's you who made it for them, you who they've fancied for quite sometime now. It's selfish in a way to accept a gift like that but they're selfish boys at the end of the day. When it comes to you they always will be. And they'd carry that treasure with them everywhere. Incorporating it into their lives. Whether it's wearing it like Azul or Jade would possibly do, or keeping it close inside a pocket in a jacket like Floyd or Rielle might do. They'd keep it with them, showing other merfolk that their heart was already taken. They'd settle for no one else save you. And when you learn about the significance of it, the culture of such a gesture for merfolk. Well you continue to do it, now with a much more clear intention.
It sends them over the moon.
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