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Guys?????? Why is no one talking about how Miura Ayme, Asmo's va literally groomed a minor and he had been speaking with her for two years??? Literally just found this out because a mutual shared with me???
Obey me team suspended him from promotions and all things related to the game while they investigated this.
Edit: tagging my mutuals in case they don't know about it @eurasieraurora @hanafubukki @rainiishowers @tragedytells-tales @sufzku
I wanted to post a small PSA today for people who are like me and play a lot of indie visual novels, because this has become a pretty annoying problem lately:
if you google an indie game and come across some weird website claiming to host it (as seen in the image I provided), offer downloads, walkthroughs, guides for endings and character routes that don't even exist yet, or basically pretending to be an official page when it very obviously isn’t—please don’t use it.
a lot of these websites are pure AI slop made by scammers/ content farms. they scrape information, screenshots, descriptions, walkthroughs, characters, etc. from actual creators, then use generative AI to churn out cheap copies and fake articles pages around them.
the biggest problem is that they also abuse SEO so their garbage sometimes shows up surprisingly high in Google results. indie devs rely a lot on word of mouth and people finding their games organically, so these sites are basically trying to hijack that traffic and redirect clicks, ad revenue and potential players away from the people who actually made the game.
and this isn't just happening to one game. indie VNs are an easy target because smaller creators obviously don't have giant companies constantly monitoring search results for them.
I've already reported 13 different fake websites involving TFC, and unfortunately there are still more out there :')
so if you see one of these sites, the best thing you can do is not click around on it, don't download anything from it, and definitely don't share the link as a source. go through the creator's actual itch.io, Steam, Patreon, Tumblr, Carrd, etc. instead.
you can also report scam/spam pages to Google so they can potentially be removed or pushed out of search results.
and honestly, please spread the word when you see this happening to an indie game. a lot of players probably have no idea these websites are fake in the first place, especially when they're deliberately designed to look legitimate.
support the actual weird little human beings making your weird little games, not the SEO sludge machine stealing their work 😭
Preview: The Queen of Hearts killer, notorious for chopping off their victims' heads, seems to also be quite notorious for evading punishment... However, what will you do when that same killer is the same man you've been with for so long? (wc: 2.6k)
Whoever this killer is, the public has decided to title them "The Heart Killer". Despite this murderer's choice of finery not exactly being heart-related, you can tell it's because of the famous fairytale.
"The Queen of Hearts…" you whisper the name under your breath, tilting your head at the number of strings connecting each piece of evidence. You have no idea who this could be…! You slouch in your chair. Even off the job, this case stresses you out. But, to be fair… you're not naive. You can hear them.
They all think you're incompetent… Whispers of replacing the head of the case are clearly heard. Maybe it's not that the killer is hard to catch. Maybe you're just too easy to pass by. It's.. It's infuriating—!
"You seem especially bothered by the case." You jump when you hear a familiar voice. You turn around in your seat, placing your chin on the back of it as you sit backwards to look at Riddle.
"How'd you get in?" Despite the severity of the question, you're not all that bothered. It's Riddle after all… The same little boy you would play family with when his mom couldn't see the two of you break formality.
"You left the door unlocked." He makes his way over, taking a glance at your connections board before covering it from your view. "Again. How many times have I told you to make sure you lock it?" He leans against the table, his hand sliding something behind him.
"Seriously? I swore I locked it… Maybe…" He sighs at your obvious oblivion. "Okay, sorry. I just had so much in my hands that I went straight into figuring it out rather than checking again." He takes a second look at your folder before closing it. "… But I have you to check for me, don't I?"
"Do not think of me as your security checker. You should be doing that on your own."
"But you come over so often. Maybe it's my body instinctively telling me Mr.Rosehearts is coming to make my apartment a home?" He quirks his eyebrow at the statement.
"Home?" He mutters, taking his eyes off your evidence.
"Yeah. It always feels more homey when we're here together, doesn't it?" His eyes slightly widen at the statement. "Like when we played family when your mom wasn't looking." Riddle lies silent for a moment, just watching the way you trail off. He opens his mouth to say something, but, "Do you think I should let it go?" He freezes.
"Let what go…?" Without meaning to, he's taken a step forward.
"… Us." He remains silent, but his eyebrows have furrowed, and his lips are pressed thin. "… Me and this stupid Heart Killer case…!" He doesn't visibly relax, but the tension in his face disappears. "It's pathetic that I'm giving up so easily, but there are no leads other than that they know anatomy well."
"I don't think it's pathetic. You simply know your limits." Weird… he would say the opposite if it were anything else… Or maybe you just don't know Riddle as well as you thought you did… He pauses, as if finally processing what you said. "… What makes you say that?"
"I've probably said too much to someone unrelated…"
"You have done that dozens of times over the years now." You wince at the reminder. You're just breaking confidentiality all over the place when it comes to Riddle, aren't you… "But it is better not to break any codes." He sets down a basket, one you didn't even notice he had brought in the first place. "These reminded me of you. I thought you would like some color that wasn't red." Dried white roses are piled inside. Usually people get living flowers as presents, but per tradition… You glance at the other baskets of flowers in your apartment, all from the same man in front of you. Or at least he was.
When you look, Riddle's already putting his shoes on to exit.
"Wait," Grey eyes stare back at you. "… I think whoever this killer is, they're experienced in the medical field with how easily they seem to sever the head of their victims." A very grim farewell, but Riddle nods at you.
"Goodbye, [Name]"
"Bye, Mr Rosy." He pauses at the nickname before turning your handle. "And do lock the door this time." You wave him off as he leaves. You're too lazy to get up, but… he does have a point.
…
Something flashes through your window.
"I-I'm sorry! It won't happen again…!" Grass shuffles as the man crawls backwards, his eyes scanning in the dark. At first glance, his attacker doesn't seem like quite the powerhouse. In fact, he doesn't think he is. He drags the axe behind him as if it's more of a hassle to carry it normally. And yet… yet…
He took his friend's head clean off.
"It will." The voice is strained, the mask on his face muffling the output. However, peaks of red hair can be seen from behind it. "It will always happen again." This man couldn't even run if he wanted to. Something sliced his Achilles. He doesn't know what, but considering the heart painted on it, he doesn't want to know. "Rule breakers like you don't learn after breaking it." Dirt is grabbed and thrown his way, but it does nothing. "All you do is learn ways to not get caught."
"N-no no…! I swear—swear! I swear I will never even look at them again..! Or a-anyone else…! I'll turn myself in, please… Please, man…!" His back hits a rock. Of course… Of fucking course he has to hit a rock in an empty grass field when he's crawling for his life…!
His attacker stops right in front of him, tilting his head.
"This isn't a good layout for a clean cut." He steps around, the man continuing to kick his unwounded leg in his direction. Yet he remains silent. Just quietly lining up the blade at the right angle. At this point, he seems to have given up, only cussing him out as the moon shines on that cruel axe.
"You can't even feel anything about killing me, you monster…! You heartless monster—!"
"I feel angry." He stops. Slowly, Riddle takes off his mask. His teeth clenched and his skin red as if he were the Queen of Hearts. "Is it so wrong… To follow the law?!" The axe comes down, only hitting the rock above the man's head. "You are… an obstruction. Is it so hard to do what's right?"
"W-wha—" He screams when Riddle pulls his leg, and the back of his head hits a block that extends his neck.
"Did you enjoy breaking the law when you took pictures of them? Did you enjoy it when you knew there were rules and blatantly forgone them simply for your enjoyment?" Riddle brings up the axe, lining it up the way he has dozens of times. "Did you enjoy breaking order?"
…
A murderer of an innocent family recently released.
A stalker.
A recently released tax evader asking for your number.
Your stalker.
A corrupt police officer.
A coworker of yours getting too comfortable.
Your fling.
He has done this so many times, it's almost routine. Leaving the body in more obvious locations that he knows you would be the one to find it first. He just wants to help you in your justice. You're… the perfect form of justice.
Is it so bad to not only do what's right, but for someone like you?
…
"Riddle…?" Bloodied hands freeze, a head falling to the floor. He doesn't even turn around.
"How did you… Why are you here…?" You don't answer for a moment, but he can hear your reach for something.
"… I went over to your place because I… I don't know… I just wanted to…" Your explanation trails off. "Riddle…" Your voice cracks, "What the fuck have you been doing…?!" He finally turns.
"I just wanted to help do what needs to be done to these criminals—"
"You can help by turning them in! Not doing whatever-whatver—!" You gesture at him.
"You know those rule breakers don't learn when they get out, [Name]!"
"Then they go back in, and you don't have your name on a lifetime sentence…!" If he were anyone else, you would've already drawn your weapon and told him to drop to his knees. But he's not anyone else. He's Riddle. Your Riddle. The one that you know is… You look at him with hurt.
"Don't look at me like that. You must know I would never harm you, even now. Even when you see me with this idiot, I won't ever—"
"Don't ever see me again."
"What?" He's heartbroken. He's heartbroken by your words.
"I won't report you. I'll… let you go. But," No, stop it…! "You're not allowed to see me anymore. I can't live knowing the same guy I let sleep in my own home has killed people, especially ones who didn't do anything…!" Stop it…! Stop it…!
"Wait—" He takes a step forward, but he's met with the same tip that others face when they've been caught.
"I loved you, Riddle, I really did." You should be worried that he'll take back his promise and raise that axe at you. But…
… Huh?
You turn, running away through the tall grass. If he's lying to you, he'll chase you through this field, and you'll either have to act or run even faster. If not, you hope he listens to your pleas and—
You're followed by the sound of grass aggressively being pushed aside as you're sure Riddle's in pursuit. You run faster, because the truth is…
It's a fake.
You were fired, just a mere hour before all of this. Because every case of the Hearts killer… Comes back to you.
"Riddle, wait—!" You fall to your knees when a pin prick sensation is in your neck. You can only assume it's a syringe. But you can't assume anymore. Not when you're already out.
…
Arms gather you in his, his voice muffled as he buries his head in your shoulders.
"I'm sorry… I promise I'll take care of justice when we're home…"
You jolt awake, the sun hitting your eyes strongly. As if there was anything to be happy about… As if these red bed covers and curtains were yours in the first place…!
"Riddle…!" You throw your legs over the mattress. But of course, you shouldn't be naive enough to think it's that easy. You pull your arm, and a clank to the bed frame sounds out through the empty, but extremely well-decorated room. Of course… he cuffed your hand to the bed… A creak from the door has you looking up, staring right at your friend turned captor. “Riddle you bastard—!”
"I am sorry that you had to see that."
“No you’re not! I’m tied to your—” you pause. The bed looks like his. You’ve slept in it dozens of times. The curtains, the walls, down to the rose-scented diffuser, but… “… Riddle, where am I?”
“You’re safe.” His voice is once again calm, as if the knowledge is a “given”.
“No. Stop—where?”
“… A vacation home.” You pause. If it’s that one…
“We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
He stays silent. Slowly making his way to your bedside. The matress dips while you think. You know chances are you'll be stuck with him. Riddle may be a renowned doctor, but you know he doesn't have the means of travel like other wealthy people in society. He never really thought it necessary after all—
…
"I have everything I need here. I have no reason to move, or own something as ludicrous as a helicopter. What on earth even made you ask me that?" Riddle scribbles a circle around the crossword, your legs laid over his lap as you both sit on your couch.
"Just curious. If you had one, you could go lots of places. You don't want to travel? I'm sure with your money and the funds your mom has, you could go anywhere."
"I've already planted my roots here. I don't need to plant anymore." He lets you scoot closer, your eyes watching him. There are so many words…! "And…" His eyes peek over at the way you try figuring out a word that's 15 letters long, "… It's orderly."
…
"We have access to food here if that's what you're wondering." Then that means you could try asking for— "Azul's quite strict on his deliverers giving an order on time, even in the middle of nowhere." Nevermind… "If it's privacy, I will still be out. I still have work." You stiffen. Under normal circumstances, you would simply assume it was hospital work. But now…
You flinch when Riddle's hand finds your wrist, his thumb slipping under the little space there is under the cuff to rub soothing circles.
"I can take care of you. I am experienced in that field after all." There's a bit of smugness in his voice, as if he were once again the Riddle you knew. In a sense, he still is, just now… You know him and his entirety. "… And I will make sure to make up for your absence in the field after all this—"
"I was fired, Riddle."
"… What?" He looks taken aback. He looks upset, but not in an apologetic way. A betrayal.
"They've started thinking I'm connected to all this… Because everything leads back to me."He stops rubbing your wrist, only holding your hand. "They have no idea it's you…" He finally lets go. "What have you done, Riddle?"
"… What have they done, indeed."
"No no, you—"
"I am always right." He says it so matter-of-factly you almost believe it too until you remember who he is. "Just like the law, I follow the right rules. I follow my head." Is he mad? "I follow my heart." He looks at you. "I follow you."
"You're not making any sense—" You pull back when Riddle leans forward.
"You are what's right." He doesn't do anything but talk. Slowly, you reach your free hand up to his chest. As if you finally realize all along why he's done it.
"… Riddle," gray eyes find yours. "Are you in love with me?" his breath hitches before his head falls.
"… What do I have to do…" His arms give up on holding him up, and his head falls on your lap. "… for you to realize I'm right for you…" He falls silent, just longingly staring at nothing. Slowly, your hands reach down, your palm on his red strands.
… You could strangle him right now. You don't think he would even fight back if you did.
…
"I will be back with parfaits for us to eat." He puts a coat on as he finds his keys. "Stay safe." There's really nothing that could jeopardize that anyway…
I love you.
You feel like there was a sentence that should be leaving his mouth, but he only stares, as if chickening out of it. But you can't ask him what it is before he's already slinking out of your room.
You sigh, waiting a moment for the silence to fully envelop you, before finally looking up at the board you've avoided.
Every one of his victims, every one of his plans, every one… of the outcomes. You can tell he waits one month before getting rid of the board. After all, these were only from this month alone.
Now…
How should you go about proving your innocence… before you're officially on that suspect board?
…
As Riddle enters work, his hands practice everything familiar without thought, because currently, all he can think about is having you wait at home for him. In a way, this is all he has ever wanted... but not like... this. How...
How should he keep serving order, and… making you finally realize he's the one for you…?
Can he calm down? It's not like his crush found him murdering people, yo 😭
Preview: The typical fairytale storyline you remember seeing on your TV when you were younger. Not much to say except… You're the princess/hero… and the villains are your friends…? It's weird, but okay… All you have to do is relive the story and get out… You can do that…! Wait… What do you mean the villain(s) fall for you?!
Pairing(s): Queen of Hearts!Riddle Rosehearts x Reader (A good amount of Heartslabyul x Reader)
Cw: Possessive Traits, Obsession, not Overblot Riddle (but imagine he's wearing the outfit), he tries locking you up in his castle, some violence, A bit of fluff, some details aren't in the actual tale but things I made up to fit the Wonderland theme, some characters speak nonsense, Riddle is Queen and you're King(Gn)
Tale I: The Queen of Hearts and His Dearest
You run through the wacky terrain of Wonderland. Water that streams up, deer made of cards, and smiling cats with no bodies. You have no clue how you got here, nor where that white rabbit is, but… all of that doesn't matter. Especially not when your blue wear has been stained with red paint.
And…
"Who has been painting my roses red?" A dominating voice mutters, but your head remains looking down into the grass. For a moment, you glance up. Your eyes peek through the red paint that has dripped all over your head, and you see the queen and all his tyranny. Not only that, but… He's… "Who has been painting my roses red!?" You bury your face in the grass once more, hoping he won't see you. "It seems someone will lose his head today." The words stir up something in the soldiers next to you.
You look to your side. You're met with what should be 2D cards next to you, but instead, a familiar face. No… faces.
"Not me, your grace! The Ace! The Ace!" A soldier dressed in spades proclaims.
"You?" The queen spits.
"No! The Deuce!" the man dressed in an ace exclaims.
"The deuce you say?"
"Not me! The Trey!" The recognizable clover soldier furrows his brows at the statement.
"Enough!" You use his anger to flee at the same time. You jump from your spot, the bucket falling off your head in the process, "Off with their—!" Unfortunately, before you can even make it to the rose garden… Two arms reach out and take hold of your own, keeping you in place. You stop flailing when the feeling of a cold metal staff pokes your back, the heart ornament taking hold of your collar and dragging you to the floor. The deuce and club look at each other before gazing at you with pity. The queen looms over you as you look up at him, his shadow overcasting the sun. Yep, there's no doubt, "and who might you be?" The familiar red face, glare in his eyes at the rule-breaking… "A person." That's quite rare here, isn't it… You glance once at the flat-faced cards that stand behind him.
This queen is definitely Riddle Rosehearts.
And… if the truth of these legends is the tale you're in, then you might die at the hands of your very own admirers.
"Yes… uhm, I'm…" You jump when the same staff pulls you up by your clothes once more, forcing you to your knees. You cautiously watch as Riddle walks in circles around you. You open your mouth, but like before, he gently taps different parts of your body, making you straighten.
"Look up," He tilts your chin up with the cold metal. "Speak nicely." He gently taps your throat. "And don't twiddle your fingers!" he breaks apart your fidgeting hands, forcing you to keep them at your side. "Turn out your toes." Okay, so he's worse here, it seems… "Curtsy." You notice the way he smiles a bit at that word, using his finger to force you to bow rather than his staff. You can feel the warmth of his fingertip on your skin. "Open your mouth a little wider." Hesitantly, you do so, Riddle's enjoyment evident. It's as if he were the way you first met him once again! "And always say…" He steps closer, your eyes made to look up at him from where you curtsy, "Yes, your majesty." For a moment, you grimace, but one glance at familiar faces who could've had their own necks chopped reminds you you're in no place to disobey.
"Yes, your majesty!" He hums in approval at your greeting, patting your head in pride. When he walks away, you're unsure whether to follow or not. It's only when you see Ace mouthing 'Go! GO!' in the corner of your eye, do you trail behind. "Now… Where did you come from? Where are you going?" Riddle throws one of the failed white roses to the side, placing a properly painted one in your hair as he walks to the un-birthday party table.
"I am… trying to find my way home—"
"Your way?" he stops, your body bumping into his back at the sudden halt. You tense when he turns to face you, a prominent vein in his forehead. "It is my way! Always my way—!" You can tell he's on the verge of a beheading shout, and so in a panic, you place your hands on his shoulders, holding tight. His eyes widen at the contact, glancing down at your touch.
"Yes… Yes! Your Majesty! Always your way… Yes…! your majesty…" You might have overdone it, but you'd rather that than anger him more. As far as you're concerned, there's no rule for that. You hope… "Forgive me…? I was just thinking—" His eyes remain focused on your fingers, before suddenly snapping back at you.
"… Curtsy while you're thinking. It saves time." You let go the moment he attempts to walk out of your hold.
"Yes…! I was only going to ask—"
"I will ask the questions." He snaps.
One glance at the card soldiers, and you recognize the pitying stares on Ace and Deuce, all as Trey sighs at the sight.
… At this rate, how will you ever get home…?
You freeze when a finger is on your chin once again. Your head turns back to Riddle as he makes you look at him. "Do you play… Croquet?" From the few times you've played at Heartslabyul… Unfortunately—
"Yes, your majesty… I do."
"Then let the games begin!" he smiles, his eyes watching you. When you hesitantly return the expression, the smile seems to finally reach his eyes.
It has been… 2 months… since you've arrived in a bizarre, twisted fairytale world. And you still… have no way home! How is it possible for a person to travel to a different world twice?!
"You broke rule 339." Cater looks at you with his head resting on his arm, elbow placed on the table's surface. You snap out of your thoughts, looking up at a familiar friend who's no longer a friend.
"… Right. After a meal, tea must be lemon tea with 2 sugar cubes…" You mutter, but you don't seem very concerned. Especially since that must be your Fourteenth rule broken in the past few weeks.
Weeks…
Why are you still here?!
"Mhm." He hums, tilting his head to the other side. "Yet our queen still hasn't beheaded you." He should be painting the roses currently, but you can see he's left the other diamond soldiers to the task. "I think he likes you." You sputter at the notion, quickly regaining your composure.
"Riddle—I mean the Queen…? No, there's no way he would."
You're Alice. Well, not literally, just her role in the story as far as you can assume. You don't have her appearance or her age, but… You can tell you're the lost wanderer trope. Even more so… You're 100% sure the queen doesn't have feelings for Alice. Considering, well—
You jump when Cater appears right next to you. Wasn't he just across the table…?
"It's not that surprising, is it?" If he had his phone in this world, you're sure he'd pull you in close like he always did and click that button before you were even ready. He twiddles with his fingers instead, as if something's missing for him, but he doesn't know what… He props his head on his hand while staring at you through his lashes. "You're something new. Not heard of in Wonderland. It's adorbs." He stares at you like you've cured the disease called mundane and normal… even though he quite literally lives in the least normal place in fiction.
"A lot of things aren't heard of here…" You fix the diamond accessory on his card soldier uniform. "No waterfall flows upstream while 2D deer of card walk up it."
"You can see those anywhere." he lets you, his eyes blinking like his own camera shutter. Remembering the visitor from another world. "Not every day I see someone so picture-worthy." his voice lacks the usual upbeat. When you quirk an eyebrow at him, he sits back up, as if he didn't let his voice drop, grabbing you harshly by the arm. Not for any particular reason.
"Cater…?"
"What if you became one of the talking frames in the castle?" His grip softens.
"And be stuck here forever?"
"It's better than your head rolling, yeah? You're just too cute to be a decoration!" Why are those your only options…?!
"… No." He deadpans for a split moment before dramatically slouching in his chair, his hand wrapped around your wrist.
"Aww. And I wanted to hang with you… You're so different to be with." In any other case, the better word would be fun, but… You ponder the usage of different. You hold your arm up, allowing Cater to hold it from the angle. "Our Queen isn't too happy about that either. He probably feels the same pain."
Why is he talking in present tense…?
"Cater—"
"Oh! It's time for you to play croquet!" He sits up, dusting off your lap as if there was something there before pulling you to your feet and walking.
"But the Queen isn't here—"
"You're playing with the Treys today!"
… There goes your escape plans… or… planning.
…
"You're a bit off!" Despite Cater telling you it's time to play, it was more accurately 15 minutes before you were meant to. And so, here you are, having Cater coach you on how to swing a flamingo.
"Then show me how to do this…!" You've played so many times at this point, but somehow you still can't play right… You're about to put the Flamingo down before a pair of gloved hands hold onto yours. Cater stands behind you, his arms lifting yours too. And with a swing, the hedgehog goes through. To be fair… it seemed to have a grand time disobeying you before listening to Cater…
"See?" You turn your head, Cater smiling behind you. His hands still hold onto your flamingo. A moment lingers before he finally lets go, sitting back as you play. "You're off again!"
"No I'm not." You deadpan, pulling back the bird beak as Cater smiles, leaning in on his hands.
"Yeah, you're not—"
"No, you are." You both jump at the stern voice. But, well… Riddle wasn't meant to be back yet…! It's too early in his schedule for him to be back. "Diamond, do leave us."
Cater stares for a moment, one for Riddle and two for you, before he bows and walks. He takes one glance back, but nothing more, for he still wants to keep his head on his shoulders.
"Your Majesty…" You curtsy out of reflex, Riddle's heels somehow clicking against the grass. You think it's Wonderland logic. When a second passes, you quickly stand straight before Riddle can fix your posture for you. "You look like you had a beheading afternoon."
"What?" With the way he glares at your words, you almost curl in on yourself before remembering that would probably get you poked again. "Are you saying I have no head?"
"No no no, not at all, Your Majesty. I am saying," … Oh crap, what were you even trying to say there…?! What would Alice say…? "I meant that your head looks quite nice on your shoulder. Such a lovely red that no head could compete even on someone's body!" What does that even mean..?
Despite your horrible wording, a familiar expression adorns his face. The one he always pulled when someone was being foolish, but not quite enough to garner his rage. It brings you a sense of comfort. Like, you're simply sitting at a library table with Riddle as Ace utters something inconceivable.
"Riddle—"
"Since when were you allowed to say the Queen's name?" … that's not good.
"Please forgive me, your majesty—"
"Apologizing for a broken rule you did not commit is a crime." Okay, you're sick of the nonsense this wonderlandian version of Riddle keeps spewing…!"
"Yes, of course it is…" You actually don't follow, but you're not risking your head for this…!
"Well then, it is time for Tea."
"But Trey—"
"I SAID IT IS TIME FOR TEA!" … Even your Riddle never had a temper this horribly easy to enrage…
Tea is spent following every tea time tradition Wonderland has to offer, which is a whole lot of nothing and everything all at once. And somehow, it has ended with you and Riddle about to drink from the same cup… If this, well, wasn't the Tyrant Queen of Wonderland, you're quite sure Riddle would consider the idea scandalous.
"D-Drink from the same bottle…?!"
"Riddle, it's not that deep."
"To you it might not be, but the exchange of saliva could be considered—"
"A kiss."
"Yes. This is quite a big deal for me. Especially my mother…"
"And why is that?"
"You should only kiss your spouse."
"People kiss outside of marriage all the time."
"Well, I will not be one."
"Do I have to marry you for you to hydrate?" He jolts at the idea. You don't think in disgust, but rather in embarrassment.
"Do not talk down to me…! I will simply buy my own drink."
"If you say so." You put the bottle to your lips, and for a moment, Riddle's eyes linger. Before you can catch him, he's already looking away.
"You are not allowed to think about others in the presence of the queen." Riddle sticks the teacup to your lips, the tea going down your throat without warning.
"Ack—! Y-Your Majesty…! You can't just make me drink when I'm not…! Blegh… Ready…" You put your hand up to slightly push the cup away.
"We are not drinking." Then what have you been doing this whole time… "We are kissing."
"… What…?"
"You have been here for—How long?" You assume he's signaling for an answer. When you open your mouth though… "For however long I think you've been." You don't think you'll ever get used to this version of Riddle… "And that is long enough to know the rules."
"Ah, yes, Your Majesty… I know the rules, but do you know the rule?" If this were your Riddle, he would deadpan and tell you you're being foolish.
"You question your Queen?" You quickly grab his hands, putting them in your lap.
"No no no! I question myself!" Pfft, no you don't. "I question if I know the rules by you knowing the rules! Because if you don't know, then I must not know either!" Wonderlandian is easy. Simply talk nonsense and hope your head doesn't roll.
Riddle takes his hands off your lap. His black claw ring slowly traces up, tapping your shoulder once, before swiftly taking hold of your chin.
"Rule 803, a kiss must be shared between the queen and betrothed through a teacup to make the arrangement official." He smiles at the rule.
"…"
You spit out the tea, and Riddle stares in disbelief.
"Did you just break a rule right in front of the Queen?" You stay silent. A single mantra repeats in your head.
Please be in love with me. Please be in love with me. Oh my gosh, please be in love with me. I don't want to die!
"Ahhh… No, of course not… Uhm, I just—" Quiets you down with a wave. Staring back at the tea. Once again… another broken rule overlooked. Your dust down your blue wear, scooting closer to Riddle. "Forgive me, Your Majesty, I didn't mean…"
"It is no matter. You are mine anyway." He says it so normally it freaks you out, and somehow it's the craziest thing he has said to you so far.
"… Huh?"
"In the end, I am the Queen. My rules are my rules, and I can have there be rules or no rules whenever I want." Well, that is sort of a guarantee, but—"And I can have whatever I wish, as it is a rule. Therefore, you are mine, and I am right."
"Ahhh. Of course, my Queen, it only makes sense." Going back is gonna be much harder… "So, I should find you a present since I am wholeheartedly yours!" Slowly, you get up from the chair and quickly curtsy before running away. You only make it 3 steps before a bush blocks your path.
The sound of a gavel hitting the table makes you jump. When did he get a gavel?? Before you even have any time to process it, a crowd of card soldiers surrounds you two, including 4 other faces you know all too well.
"I declare a new rule. My human can no longer leave this castle. Adjourned!"
… You're so done with this place.
…
You're thrown back into the premises by the foot. By the arm. By your clothes. Each soldier is different because every time you try a new exit…
Everywhere you go, you're caught! You thought some of them were supposed to be idiots with what you remember from the story… but you guess they're very dedicated to their Queen.
Ace vehemently stands in place as your hands push against his chest, using all your might to push him. If this were your Ace? You would totally be able to tackle him down. But now? This guy is a trained soldier who won't budge from his spot at all…!
"Ugh…! Move it, porcupine head!" You're about to kick him before he dodges. You take the chance to run past him, but you're spun back around, Ace's arm around your waist. "You're so annoying even here…!"
"What does that mean?!?" He clutches his chest, very clearly hurt by the comment. "Mann, sometimes I don't get you! One moment you're chill and even brushing up on me as you laugh, and now you're tryna kick me in my cards and break the most lethal rule ever!"
"Lethal? How is it lethal?" He looks at you like you just asked him a stupid question.
"His Majesty said if you're even a foot outside of the castle grounds, it's all our heads." He points his finger, circling it around in the around. You grimace at the sentence before realizing something.
"… And you didn't think to tell me that before I tried running away?!"
"I didn't know you were even gonna run in the first place!" An idiot just like your own…!
Your back falls onto the rose garden bush behind you, a hand dragged across your face as you slowly fall.
Ow, ow, ow ow, ow.
That was stupid. But what's more stupid than the thorns in your back is the fact you can't even leave the castle anymore… What if your exit is somewhere in the rest of Wonderland…? You're probably meant to follow the story's plotline, but somehow you ran into the Queen before you could even go to the Hatter's tea party…!
"… I wanna go home," you mutter under your breath. Ace watches the way you sit on the floor, especially how you only continue to put more thorns in your back. He sighs, finally leaving his post to pull you from your spot, plucking each thorn from your side.
Weirdly enough, it only hurts for a moment. Now they smell like cotton candy. Wonderland is weird…
"Why do you wanna leave so bad, huh?" He dusts off his hand when he finishes, sitting down in a way where his leg blocks you from the bush.
"Your Queen is a Tyrant."
"… Okay yeah, but it's not that bad." You deadpan at him. "… There's gotta be other things that aren't that bad here…"
"Like what?" Your eyes focus on the exit. Left wide open because the guard meant to stand there is instead rubbing your back to soothe your pain.
"Like…" He hesitates, watching your side profile with a sort of embarrassment he's never known. "… Man, never mind." You both sigh in unison. He may be a different person, but… so far he's the most familiar you'll get. Slowly, you lay down, resting your head in his lap. "… What are you—"
"Let me rest up before Mr.Queen comes and suffocates me with wedding planning…"
"Ace!" You groan at the yelling, but with the familiar voice… You know who it is that's calling.
"Bro, can you quiet down? It's not time for yelling. That happens during yelling day. You should know this by now." Ace sighs, leaning back as the Spade Soldier walks up to him from behind.
"Of course I know that…!" Deuce taps his black spear in the ground next to Ace. "You're meant to be guarding the exit. We can't let the smiling squirrels have their crying parties here again, or His Majesty is gonna go crazy."
"Why do you care so much?"
"He's our Queen?" He pauses for a moment, sighing. "Besides… You know we can't let [Name] out." Ace stops talking, as if luring Deuce to keep talking. "Not just for the Queen but… us too, you know."
"Mmm, don't know what you're talking about." Does Deuce not realize you're here?
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! The castle feels a bit lighter when they're around and I—we, like talking to them and they're pretty and funny and fun to hang out with—" you pop up. Both of them look at you.
"Hi Deuce." You wave, the Spade soldier's mouth slightly agape.
"Y-you… heard all that?" Should you save him embarrassment or do what you usually do…?
"Yup." His hand finds his mouth, covering it as he stands.
"Bro…" He whispers under his breath, but you can hear it clearly. You stand up, Ace following behind you as you walk towards Deuce. Your eyes glance at the exit once more. You could run…
"Don't worry. I think it's sweet." Deuce presses his lips together, obviously still embarrassed over how obvious he was with his feelings toward you. "I appreciate that you find my company that enjoyable."
"Well… It's you, so…" You can hear Ace snicker behind you, and you're sure Deuce does too. "You got something to say?"
"Yeah. That was funny as hell." You drown out the sounds of their bickering.
"…"
You make a quick run as they're busy with each other, both of them turning in unison to the way you run.
1 foot out.
2 feet out.
3 feet.
...4
...5
...6—
A firm arm quickly grabs your waist, hoisting you above a soldier. There should be something hard to stab you in your stomach from the uniform. This isn't the first time it's happened… however, right now, it seems Deuce took off his coat before putting you there. He's the first to do it.
You couldn't even make it 7 feet out before getting grabbed again. Unless…
"I'm really sorry, Deuce…! Love you!" You quickly shout it out before your next action.
"Wha—?!"
"What?!"
You kick off of him, your body falling on the floor before you swiftly push yourself up and run.
...7
...8
...9
… 10…!
"Wait…! [Name], please come back…!" Deuce is a fast runner. He most definitely would've caught up to you… if he wasn't standing in shock at your sudden "I love you". Ace had already taken off before him, but he's not nearly as fast, and before they know it…
"Bye-byee." A familiar smiling cat takes you away.
"… Bro. We're so dying when His Majesty finds out—" Ace jolts when a presence is felt.
"Find out what?" Silence… Riddle glances around. "… Where is my Rose?"
"Am I here? Or am I there?"
"Chenya, stop it…! You're the Cheshire, so I know you know what's going on!"
"Do I? Or don't I?" You groan, crouching down as you bury your head in your knees. "Maybe I know how it happened. But maybe I know who you are." That doesn't help… "Maybe I know how to get you home." You perk up.
"Yes…! That's what I want—!"
"But don't you think this could be your home?" You droop back down. "… Or maybe, you need to live the full story." Chenya has somehow appeared behind you, his tail grazing you as he circles.
"I already thought of that, but the tea party isn't where it's meant to be…" You finally sit down, the laughing flowers giggling at your misery.
"When a book is being read, you don't read it backwards." But then you wouldn't be living the story…? "Even without every party, a story is still a story until it's finished." The flowers stop laughing.
"The trial." When Alice is framed by the Cheshire and made to stand in court before the Queen… However, since you've apparently broken the most lethal rule, you already have a reason to stand at trial. "Chenya—"
"[Name]."A gentle voice speaks up. You know it's not their usual tone, but they're using it with you. Chenya seems to have disappeared because he knows this needs to happen. When you turn, you see him.
"Trey." He would usually smile when you call his name out, but his face looks pensive. "… We're surrounded, aren't we?" He doesn't say anything. Instead, he sits next to you. You look away, while he looks right at you. He throws his spear aside, presumably in an attempt to ease your tensions.
"Riddle is close." He mutters. You assumed so. "He's not very happy you ran away." You assumed that too. "I know the castle isn't exactly the most freeing place in the kingdom, but… It is safer there than out here."
"The Jabberwocky?"
"And more. We do have trees that turn people upside down for the rest of their lives." He laughs like it's normal. Probably is for him. For you, however, you're left pondering how wondrous this place really is…
"Trey… I just… want to go home…" He frowns, but makes it disappear when he places a hand on your shoulder.
"What's over there for you?" For the first time, someone asks without the underlying intent of making you stay.
"Well, technically it's not home home, but…" You glance at him. "I have you guys there." He tilts his head.
"Us?" His hand remains rested on you, showing a growing comfort in your spiel.
"Different versions but, yeah." He listens intently. "I know you guys well over there. You're good at baking." He pauses. "Are you good here?" You know that somehow.
"I… would say I'm average." His hand finally falls, placed only right next to yours.
"He would say that too." You mutter. "… Only thing that's different is you're a trained soldier and sometimes speak crazy…"
"Do we speak crazy? I thought it was fine." His fingers twitch, his eyes looking down at your hand.
"Yeah, I only realized it when you guys would switch the way you talk with me." Do they do that? He never noticed… "Trey?" He hums. "You don't want me to leave either, do you?" he's quiet, letting the silence speak for him.
"I think that's just normal though." His hand inches closer. "Who wouldn't want you to stay after changing the routine in the castle?" The purple light of the forest does good in showing off your eyes. "The same rules, the same schedule, the same rule breakers who have their heads taken. It only ever changes when Riddle occasionally decides a new rule is right and should be changed." You can hear it. He's changing tones. "Then the sun laughed, and you danced into the rose garden, or did the rose garden dance you in? No no, maybe the paint just spilled you into our castle. But you came. And then you laughed, and we laughed. Then you looked perfect, so we looked at perfect whenever—" He snaps out of it. His hand leaves your side. You think speaking in Wonderland has you reveal deep feelings in poetic nonsense without meaning to. "Sorry… What I was trying to say, though, was you are a well-needed retreat from our duties."
"… I get that." You linger. "But I don't belong here."
"We know." We…? "But you found your way there, didn't you?"
"I mean, I did, but I still have another home…"
"I know, I know… But it is nice to find comfort somewhere unfamiliar." You feel like there's more he wants to say. But he's holding off to improve your impression of him. It doesn't matter though, because someone else can say it for him.
"You can make a new home here."
Riddle appears from the shadows, a gaze of anger on his expression. However, it's overpowered… by the betrayal on his face.
You're on trial. At least… You hope so.
Currently, you're alone with Riddle in his room as he paces back and forth, watching from outside the window as his card soldiers can be spotted moving around everything needed.
"Riddle—"
"Silence…! Silence from you…" He waves his hand. "Do not think I will fall for your misbehavior just because you say my name…!" He frowns, watching you lying down on his bed. Apparently, you should be held in a man-eating flower-holding cell as you wait, but Riddle took you before you could be placed there. "… What did the cat tell you?"
"… Nothing."
"Lying to your queen is against the rules. Do not stack your sentences." … You might not get away with breaking rules this time… Your sentence might not be a beheading, but something much worse…
"… Chenya told me how to get home."
"You know his name?" No way he's jealous right now… "… No matter." He grimaces. "And how is that?"
"To live the rest of the story." You don't tell him what exactly "the rest of the story" is. Riddle is silent. Maybe you should guide him away from the truth… "A tea party." He perks up. "A tea party is what I need to leave…" You slowly sit up on the mattress. "My Queen… please grant me one?" He looks at you before a gavel sounds on the table in front of him.
"New rule. No more tea parties. Adjourned!" No card soldiers were present this time, but… you don't think it matters. If he says it goes, it goes. And… if he were to back out of your running away trial… you need to make sure there is an absolute chance it will happen.
"… You really banned tea parties just so I couldn't leave?" You make your way across the absurdly large bed until you're at its edge, facing Riddle.
"No. I banned tea parties because I wanted to. And my word is always right." He glances your way. "And you will realize that Wonderland is right for you as well."
"Riddle?" He hums. "… Why do you want me to stay so bad?"
"…" He's silent.
"Everyone else says they like me because I disrupt order. Isn't that the exact opposite of what you want?" You watch him walk over to you. "The first time you saw me, the story should've played out the way it was meant to." You don't back away, continuing your words. "Then an hour in and the story is thrown off course…! I mean, when does the Queen want Alice to stay…?!" He stops in front of you. "… Why do you want me?"
"I don't know."
"W-wha… What do you mean you don't know…?" You utter. "You're keeping me in a castle and, apparently, marrying me because… you don't know???"
"You have said it yourself. Wonderland does not make sense. Do I need a reason, other than it's right?" Your breath hitches. "… I realized the moment you swung your flamingo that I had this feeling you're what's right. I do not know why it suddenly happened." He sits down, taking your hand in his. "And then I was only proven right more and more whenever I talked to you." You look out the window as he speaks, watching your trial being set. "I think that is why I was never made to have another by my side." You come to a grim realization. "Wonderland was waiting for you."
This tale was never the original in the first place.
The Villains, are destined to fall in love with you, no matter what.
"Riddle… what happens if I'm found innocent?"
"You're rewarded to be by my side as King." He says it so calmly, as if it's expected.
"… Guilty?"
"Married to me."
It's then that you have a realization. This trial won't go the way it's meant to, is it? Your story doesn't end when the trial is over… it will keep going… Until it ends a different way.
A knock is heard, and four familiar faces greet you.
"The courtroom is ready."
…
"I call to the stand a witness! Ace Trappola!" You stand on the podium, watching as cards, bunnies, hares, and so on look around until they find him. Rather than a genuine judge, Riddle remains with a gavel in hand, Trey asking the questions for him.
"Is it true this human has stolen the Queen's heart and planned to run away?"
"The Queen is the Queen of Hearts? Even if they did, he has some to spare." Does that even make any sense…? "But they did sleep in my lap, so does that count as treason?" What…??? "Man, they hung out with my hedgehog too…! Guilty!" He's a witness! He can't say you're guilty!?
"We accept!" It's obvious that if the other two witnesses are who you think they are… You're definitely getting the sentence. "Next to the stand, Deuce Spade!" the process repeats. However, even you're shocked when Deuce appears by your side. "Is it true this human is bad at croquet?"
"Well—" You cover Deuce's mouth, the soldier easily letting you. His hand even holds on to your arm as if… helping you shut him up.
"Objection! How does that relate?" The hares and bunnies snarl at you for questioning their queen. You can tell ones about to shout before—
"If anyone yells at my King, it is off with your head!" They immediately sit down and cower. "It relates because I say so. Overruled!" You sigh, taking your hands off of Deuce to let him continue.
"Yes, they are horrifically horrible." Of course that's the only statement that isn't complete nonsense… "Not guilty!" Your eyes sparkle.
"We accept the guilty verdict!" You genuinely can't win in this story, can you?
"Next to the stand… Cater Diamond!" Everyone looks, but… He's nowhere. "Cater?" You look around as well, turning in your stand before feeling something in your pocket. You have no idea when they got there… but… You can assume with the sharp smile underneath you who it came from.
"I-I'm here!" Cater quickly runs to his place, wiping sweat off his forehead.
"Being late is against the rules, Cater." Riddle's domineering voice echoes in the court. "It will be off—!"
"I was chasing Chenya, Your Majesty!" The Diamond quickly shouts before his sentence is called out. "It looked as if he had the mushrooms that could grow a person a mile high!"
"That is no good, yes, Rule 42 states anyone over a mile high must exit the courtroom, indeed." He crosses his legs. "You shall keep your head." He waves him off, Cater visibly relaxing, to which you rub his back. "Trey! Continue with the trial." He nods.
"Is it true they are right?" Cater pauses at the question. Pondering for a moment, and pondering…
"In what way?" Cater glances at you for one moment, before turning back.
"I think you know." Trey and Cater exchange a glance, a silent agreement. One that Riddle doesn't need to be a part of, because he knows exactly what they mean. Whispers are heard, several Wonderland residents muttering what's, who's, and where's.
"Mmm…" He turns again. Your eyes finally meet. "For me, for you, for them, for who?" his hand holds the same wrist he held just a few weeks ago. Everyone stares at him, even Riddle leaning forward in his chair. "This cutie is perfect everywhere." You furrow your brows. "Inside and out." Everyone awaits one more sentence. "They are just right."
The sound of a gavel harshly hitting its stand over and over again sounds throughout the court. It catches everyone off guard, so much so that Cater pulls you closer and Deuce steps forward. The sound is only slightly muffled by Ace's hand covering your ears.
"Guilty! Guilty! You are Guilty!" Riddle repeats it over and over again, until suddenly stopping. "Now come home with us—" A scream cuts him off, mice and lobsters scurrying away.
"It's the Cheshire!"The name immediately causes Riddle to scowl.
"Get him… GET HIM!" Every soldier in the room immediately flies after Chenya, his purple form disappearing and reappearing with a smile. In the split second, though, you can see him mouth a word to you.
Eat
You quickly take the mushrooms out of your pockets, hurriedly eating them, and waiting for the effect. The chase of the cat suddenly stops when the Future King grows to be a mile high.
"Rule 42," You parrot, "I need to get out, don't I, Riddle?" You take one step back, every Wonderland civilian moving out of your way. You can see a familiar expression. His face is bright red as a vein clearly pops out of his forehead. He lifts his gavel, and you know in that moment, if you don't get out, he'll recall the rule and a million soldiers will be on you once again. You swing your arm back and break the court walls, making a quick escape.
"Forget Chenya… Get them… GET THEM NOW!" The cat chase is immediately forgotten in favor of taking back their runaway king. Such desperation that their Queen joins them in the chase.
…
You're already back to your normal size. But you continue to run, as the sounds of soldier and their spears clinking against each other are enough to remind you you're being chased. But you can see it.
There's… a fuzzy sight of yellow in the distance. You can smell dust and sun from it though… and you know it's your exit—
You scream when you're tackled to the side by red, white, and black fabric.
"Riddle…! Riddle—Please let me go…!" He covers your mouth, letting thousands of his card soldiers pass you by. Only four of them catch and linger behind, and they're familiar, of course. His eyes stare at you, slightly teary, before letting his hand fall.
"… What's so bad about us?" He mutters.
"… What? There's… There's nothing wrong."
"Why can't you just pretend we are the same people you know?" The other four have closed in, creating an effective guard circle around you two. "Why can't you just stay…?!" You grab hold of his shoulders, forcing him to look at you this time.
"Because you're not…! You're not them…!" For a moment, they all look hurt. It's only Ace who speaks up.
"Yeah, we're not. But you can't even try to just enjoy it here?" You frown at him, letting Riddle pull you into his arms as his head rests there. "You ever think you're miserable because you kept thinking about them?" You pause.
"I'm not miserable because I'm thinking about them."
"… Then what?" Deuce whispers, not looking at you when he asks. Your eyes stare at him, though. Well… not him but rather… The lone smile behind him. Trey catches on immediately.
"What are you looking at?" Trey asks, looking in the same direction. Riddle doesn't speak, but his grip tightens as if he knows you'll make a run for it.
"There…!" Cater throws the spear, but it misses. And the smile appears behind you.
"Aww, group hug~" Chenya's arms wrap around your waist, but before Riddle can even look up, your cold air.
When they look, they can see Chenya carrying you over to that golden light.
"No… no… no..! " His face turns red once more. "It's forbidden… IT'S FORBIDDEN TO LEAVE! BECAUSE I SAY SO!"
They're all running after the two of you. When you look over Chenya's shoulder, you shout at Riddle.
"Then we can get married!" You feel your body thrown into the air. "Next time you see me." You look back at Chenya, a big smile on his face for the last time.
“Say hi to RSA for me~”
… What?
They all reach for you, but you're already gone.
…
Riddle paces back and forth in his room. He never thought he would have a reason to travel outside of Wonderland… but it seems he's found one.
And he'd be a fool to just let you get away with breaking not only his rules…
But his heart.
You fall flat onto the dirt path. Your hands fly everywhere. Your face, your neck, your clothes. Finally... You've made it out!
...
The smile on your face fades when the scenery you're met with isn't Ramshackle, but a savanna. Not only that… your ears feel weird—why are you a lion-beast man right now?!
Your face buries itself into your hands as you kick the floor.
No, no, no ,no ,no…!
"My Queen!" You jolt at the title. A tiny lion beast man bows before you. "Leona is at the Pride! You must come quickly!"
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I’ll be back to talk about this later. All I can say right now, is that I will not be supporting Miura in the future. Assuming the Obey Me team acts maturely and professionally regarding this issue, I will likely continue to enjoy the games. However, from this point on, this is NOT A SAFE SPACE FOR ANYONE WHO IS IN SUPPORT OF AYME MIURA. If you are someone who has an issue with this, please do not interact with my blog. You can block me if needed.
Guys?????? Why is no one talking about how Miura Ayme, Asmo's va literally groomed a minor and he had been speaking with her for two years??? Literally just found this out because a mutual shared with me???
Obey me team suspended him from promotions and all things related to the game while they investigated this.
Edit: tagging my mutuals in case they don't know about it @eurasieraurora @hanafubukki @rainiishowers @tragedytells-tales @sufzku
I love, love LOVE your "Reactions to a Gender-Neutral reader who is a hopeless writer" Twisted Wonderland posts, where you write about how the Twst guys would react to their darling being consumed by their writing and working hard at the details to get it right. I adore your work, and the way you write these characters. It's such a fun series! It also looks like your requests are open. 👀
May I request you to write a piece about Riddle, Jamil, and Vil reacting to their darling getting really into their writing? To the point that all of their darling's free time is going to writing, and their darling can't stop writing notes even when they're trying to spend time with them? I'd love to see the contrast of these three who respect and love ambition reacting to someone who is being consumed by theirs.
If I misunderstood, please feel free to ignore this. <3
.｡*♡ﾟ a/n: awwwx thank you. It's one of my favorite series, aside from pometrio vampire au and the asylum au. I also added Rook, btw Vil's part got a little longer than the others, hope you enjoy <333
Tagging: @glumet-shadow @aiziwaah @meow-the-meow
Vil Schoenheit
"Must you keep mumbling to yourself like a mad rabbit?" Vil voice lacks any bite, but he's far from amused as he watches down you writing another post-it and attaching it to your board. You were very meticulous about your story and needed to write down most details out before you forgot or to help you remember where you were right now.
Last time, you spend 40 minutes showing him your playlists for each character and general vibes you were going for each arc. Or your Pinterest boards.
"My sweet potato, you should take a rest. With me." He crossed his arms around his chest, a bit annoyed, but mostly admiring how hard you worked if you're in the right heads pace and with motivation enough. "Your boyfriend, who's being clearly forgotten in this whole ordeal, not seeing your cute face out there anymore because you're isolating yourself again."
Vil will never punish you for being diligent, for him hard work should be praised, not punished. But in the end of the day, you were still his lover and he started pushing you around in your office chair, kidnapping you from your writing routine as you huffed and whined at him like a puppy, halfway through a dialogue before the scenario changed. Yet, as soon as you were out of your little office Vil had designed for you, you realized how hungry and sleepy you were getting. How much your eyes were itchy.
Had been hours, maybe? When was the last time you checked? You couldn’t remember right now.
"It's almost 08pm, liebling. Rook told me you didn't had lunch and have been spending all your day writing again." As he talked, Vil moved your chair around towards the kitchen, presenting you all the delicious dishes the maids had prepared.
"We talked about that before, my love. I love how passionate you can get, but I'm going to revoke your privileges if you don't take care of yourself." He crossed his arms around his chest, avoiding his instincts to cut your food and feed it to you as well. "Everything has a right time. And spending all your time seating in a chair, all alone and in the dark for hours on end, isn't healthy. And I won't have you living like a mindless goblin."
Worst part of that is that you doesn't even can argue against him because he was right. Your wrists were aching from the hours spent writing on your computer, or these little notes attached to the board, as you rewrite and reread your works for the tenth time that day.
"Sorry. I just got excited. I made a character based on you and there, he's a hero and everyone loves him." You started to mumble out, speaking between chewing on your food as you stared at him through tired eyes.
You were so sleepy. Exhausted even, as you stumbled forward.
"I'II be more careful."
A promise he heard a lot of times. But he wasn't buying today as he kept his arms crossed, still staring at you like if you were a petulant child as he pulled a chair to sit by your side.
"I swear, stop judging me like that." You rolled your eyes as you finished your meal. Yet, something strange was happening as your vision got blurred by the edges first, spreading it until your sight was stolen and your limbs got weaker.
Vil hummed as he watched you sleeping. He was not proud of drugging you, not when you had been so good, but you had to learn someway and this was better than nothing.
Rook Hunt
An observer, obsessed with beauty, Rook dwells into your workspace like a temple of his God. He looks like a madman (more than usual) as he mumbles and traces every post-it, admires every drawing you did of your maps and characters, listen to their playlist and imagine what they were going through, and memorize everything to his heart. There's no detail escaping him and he isn't shy to asking any questions.
"Beautè, 100 points for my lovely prey." He nuzzles into your neck as his arms are wrapped around it, watching how fiercely you worked.
On the bright side, if you ask him anything about being lost on the woods and how to survive, how to scavenge for food, how to hunt, how to hide your tracks and built a shelter for sleeping, he'll explain in great detail and a dreamy smile, pushing a chair to your side so he can watch you do your magic. Of course, he can also be consulted if you need others types of knowledge, he knows a lot.
While his hunter persona is against restricting your free spirit, he notices signs of exhaustion much more quicker than any yandere on this list. So he will enforce you to rest if you had been skipping meals and sleep in order of writing non-stop.
Riddle Rosehearts
He notices your effort immediately, realizing how your eyes shone when you talked about your creations, what they meant, how they came to be, your entire creative process. Riddle feels enamored with your passion, but at the same time, extremely annoyed. Even more when you are unable to take care of yourself.
You're an untrained puppy in his eyes. So eager to explore, to create, but he has a much stronger will, and when him, the queen, makes a decree not even you, his king, could disobey. He will not let your ambition consume you, instead, he set up schedules for you to follow and he has his card soldiers checking up on you at these time and reporting every movement you make.
He will not have an exhausted darling dangling on his arms, falling asleep suddenly because you were deprived. His mother could be wrong in many things, but she was right when she said that a schedule was useful for many things. And he'll enforce that onto you.
Riddle would never destroy your work, well, not entirely, he would make it seem like an accident when some parts were edited or changed, or even erased. A comment about how tired you had been, how he didn't found the post-it you mentioned. Little things that as they piled up made you believe you were really working too hard. He let his soft suggestions that perhaps you should take a break steer you into the right direction, into a meaningful rest by his side while he feed you spoonfuls of sweets.
Jamil Viper
He's much more open to his lover than he is to other people, and as the one who always take care of people, of course he takes upon himself to take care of you. He really likes how much effort you put in everything that you created, so at first he is very supportive, asking so many questions and pointing the plot holes you were creating without noting them.
Yet, he soon notices how you don't realize how messy is your little office, how you skip meals, how stayed there from dawn to sunrise, without moving or stretching. It was maddening, even more to him.
When you don't come out of your office, he coaxes you from coming. And if you don't, he go there and feed you personally, spoon after spoon, as if you were an undisciplined child. Not even Kalim gives him this much work.
Through, your inability of taking pauses, of eating and drinking, of going pee regularly, forces his hand eventually - he loves you, but he has very little patience when you were being difficult like this. You see, Jamil promised you he would never use his unique magic on you. And if you followed his rules, he really wouldn't, and even if he did, you wouldn't remember.
But as he leans in and you finally catches his eyes, your world disappears, your worries and scenarios, everything melting into exhaustion as Jamil takes care of you, bathes you and puts you back to bed. He does make sure to save all your progress, otherside, you'll be more focused on it than anything else. He's prone to use his magic on you if you keep neglecting him and your own well being just for your passion.
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Which demons would be down for pegging. If not how would they react?
WHB kings and pegging them
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A/N: I am back and posting again! (Me and Tumblr hopefully came to a mutual understanding)
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I actually wrote this one for Satan :D (link here)
So just let me summarise:
Yes, he'd be down but it would take some time to warm him up to the idea
And he'll still try to act like doesn't want to do it (he does, but his pride doesn't let him admit it to himself)
The moment the artificial tip brushes over his prostate, it takes him all the restraint to not start fucking himself on it
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Mammon absolutely would
Whatever makes his master happy
And he will even be pretty brave about it, even suggest that you two go shopping for it together so you can pick something that both of you will enjoy
Buuuut when it actually comes to it, he will be a bit intimidated
It's one thing to willingly submit himself in the more abstract way and whole another thing to be actually physically put in his place
And yeah, being the greedy king he is, he will get a bit too ambitious with the size for his first time, despite you telling him
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No
What in Hell possessed you to think that he would allow to you to do that
And yes, his H-scene and all that, but I don't think he'd allow you to do that
...just yet
He might be willing to let you rim him after a century or three
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Sure, but if you let him pay you back for it
Ooor a good ol' sandwich with one of his clones...? ;)
I actually see Beel as a switch, but you have to do some specific stuff to get him to submit
Funnily enough, he'll enjoy himself the most out of all the kings who said yes
But he wil be testing you in the process like the bratty sub he is
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No :/
It's not even about the position or anything
It just takes too much prep and he'll most likely fall asleep during it so at that point it's kinda not worth it if he doesn't even get to enjoy the main act
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What would this demon king not do?
He will even beat you to it and ask you himself
Should you also be interested, he can ask one of the Abaddon prisoners to use their magic and give you your own real dick (limited time only tho :( )
If you both sufficiently enjoy yourselves, it might even become a regular occurence
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I don't think Lucifer would
It's just not really his thing
But being the sweetheart he is, he'll explain it to you like an adult instead of blowing up at you like some other unnamed king >.>
(Honestly, I just can't imagine him doing it. If there's any Luci simp who can, feel free to lmk)
sharing a darling headcanons for yandere ! diasomnia
or; what it’s like to be at the centre of a certain found family’s obsession
featuring lilia vanrouge, malleus draconia, sebek zigvolt, silver vanrouge, and a gender neutral reader
requested by rfa-may
see my pinned post or my diasomnia masterlist
the fifth strongest living mage in the entirety of twisted wonderland and a future king of the fae, a retired military general who is still remarkably strong and powerful despite his advanced age, and two highly trained knights-to-be who are each more than capable of downing almost any skilled opponent, all feeding into and worsening each other’s obsessions over you. yeah, it almost feels like an insult to simply describe your situation as their shared darling as ‘hopeless’. because when you’re at the centre of this quartet’s world the only way you have any chance of escaping is through finding and earning the favour of someone who is strong enough to kill them all… or managing to die in such a way that both your body and soul are destroyed, because sevens know they’d waste no time in resurrecting you if there was even the slightest possibility of getting you back in their arms, no matter the cost
between the wide berth that others tend to give malleus and those close to him by default, and sebek’s talent for pushing everyone else away due to his excessive volume and excessive proclamations of fae supremacy, you can expect everyone beyond your circle of admirers to start avoiding you entirely once your association with them becomes public knowledge. partially out of the fear of incurring the wrath of a dragon prince for getting too close to ‘his’ mate (something only leona would ever bother to do, and only then with the sole aim of messing with him) and partially out of a desire to protect their ears because… well… sebek is very loud and very few people choose to seek him out when they don’t have to. and when you couple the fact that natural segregation from the rest of the word with lilia’s talent for spinning tales and close ties to the biggest gossip and worst secret keeper in all of n.r.c, it’s safe to say that you’ll be left with no opportunities to escape… either because other people are too afraid to try, or because they’ve fallen for the rumours and believe that anything you try to say about your captors is a lie for attention. so… yeah… now the only social circle you have is them, best get used to hearing about gargoyles because that is going to be the vast majority of what you’ll be hearing for the rest of your life. oh and horses! not brought up nearly as often, but the break in routine is welcome nonetheless
physical isolation is also inevitable as you’re pushed to move into diasomnia, and later the castle in briar valley, which then leads to you being entirely kept away from the outside world. with only your captors and a select few very loyal servants for company. and with malleus draconia being behind your kidnapping there is zero chance of you being able to get away, so you’re really better off just accepting your fate and letting them do whatever the wish with you
especially when you take into account just how powerful his signature spell is and how tragically easy it would be for him to just force you into an eternal slumber and craft a dream where you’re truly happy with your situation and unwilling to escape. but for as much as malleus truly believes that he knows what’s best for you, he would only ever do this as a last resort as there are many other spells that he and his retainers can utelise to keep you captive safe at home with them, and even to lengthen your lifespan to match his own. including the likes of which that most modern mages have never heard of and entirely lack the capacity to counter, leaving you entirely at the mercy of his power and lilia’s well honed skills… or, to put it in other words, without any chance of escape
of the four of them, malleus and silver definitely treat you with a softer hand — approaching and treating you like a lover as opposed to just the source of their obsession and, in their own ways, doing only what they think is best for you (though malleus comes across as far more patronising and superior than silver does in this regard) — while lilia and sebek are much more willing to punish you. though lilia admittedly does humour your upset and fighting way more than his mentee and thus is more inclined to let you wear yourself out before scolding you and punishing you however he sees fit, while sebek has a far shorter fuse… though that’s likely just due to his age
of the four of them malleus is by far and away the worst when it comes to jealousy and wanting to be the recipient of all your attention and affection (it’s a dragon thing), with sebek coming very close behind with his own extremely loud and unshakeable jealousy towards others. silver is much more trusting and slow to act unless ordered to by malleus or his father, and lilia finds it more amusing than anything else when others vie for your attention and outgrew his jealous streak centuries ago — not so say that those two aren’t possessive, they are, they just don’t act on it as much as the other two do
if ever you try to argue or fight against your circumstances, chances are you’re going to come out the other side feeling thoroughly patronised and even worse about your situation. be that because of how silver just stands there and accepts your brutal insults and futile attempts to hurt him with his usual quiet stoicism until your guilt or exhaustion forces you to give up, or because of lilia’s teasing and goading that leaves you feeling unheard and like a child, or because of how quickly sebek launches into an equally enraged lecture that leaves you feeling small and frightened, or because of malleus’ earnest attempts to calm you down and make you understand that he ‘knows what’s best for you’… treating you more like a subject to be looked down upon and spoken for than the ‘equal’ he claims to view you as. and, eventually, even if it takes years to happen, this treatment will inevitably lead to you withdrawing and giving up your fight entirely… if only because you realise just how much of a waste of time, air, and energy it is to fight them on anything anymore
the four of them make sure that you’re well provided for in every aspect of your life — malleus especially as he’s the one with the most resources available to him, and as a dragon it’s in his nature to provide — but that intense pampering comes at the cost of your sense of independence and autonomy. and lilia is by far the worst offender when it comes to this because he knows exactly what he’s doing when he changes out your entire wardrobe and fills it with clothing that is more ‘befitting’ for a future monarch or that he personally seems as cute, and when he pushes his sons and his mentee to go the extra mile by carrying everything for you and redecorating your quarters and taking over your meals. it’s not entirely malicious on his end, and at the end of the day you’re never left wanting for anything beyond your original sense of self (which sebek conveniently never mentions whenever he starts loudly praising malleus for his generosity and lilia for his proactive thinking), but the point still stands that you will end up changed by them whether you want to be or not. like a bird locked away in a golden cage…
they’re all extremely protective people and that combined with the immense possessiveness that comes with being yanderes means that there is a very solid chance that at least one of them will end up killing because of you. or, rather, because of their obsession with you. can’t have anyone getting too close to you now can they? of course some are more violent than others (malleus, for example, won’t hesitate before frying someone with lightening and sebek is very quick to draw his sword on a perceived offender, while lilia is more about threats and prefers to toy with any rivals first, and silver takes a great deal of direct provocation — or an order from malleus or his father — to even think about physically harming another living being, yandere or otherwise)
back in briar valley you’re publicly acknowledged as malleus’ mate with the other three being stationed as your personal guards, but their shared obsession with you is very much so an open secret and one that everyone else in the court is happy to ignore for their own benefit. meaning that despite all of the luxuries you’re surrounded by at all times, the title and status you inherit through him, you’re just as isolated as ever… but by now you’re almost certainly accustomed to it, maybe even broken enough that you’ve come around to accepting your situation and giving in to the obsessions of the four yanderes all eager for your attention. and maybe that’s for the best
vampire!rook who loves the way your breath hitches as he drags his fingers up your side. standing behind you, he’d keep one hand on your waist and trails the other one up and down, as one would soothe a pet.
with his nose pressed firmly against the side of your neck, he keeps one leg between your thighs to keep you from running off. still you squirm against an iron, inescapable grip, but he only giggles. when his breath tickles your skin, you feel like you’re being licked by an unquenchable fire. it sets something deep within you ablaze too. you’re torn between craving the cold touch of his fingers and survival.
vampire!rook whispers delectable things, promise and praise that echo between your bodies. it’s a lie, you know, but you can’t help but listen.
then come the fangs. teasing incisors that draaaaggg themselves along the curve of your neck, not harsh enough to draw blood quite yet, but enough to remind you just how vulnerable you are. enough to make your pulse quicken in a feeble attempt to outrun the inevitable. he likes that thrum beneath your skin, and wonders just how fast he can make it go.
vampire!rook will leave you an escape route, just so he has the chance to hunt you down again. "what a clever little creature you are!" he'd coo. and while you may ask him whether you are truly the object of his affection, or simply entertaining prey, he will only gently cup your chin and smile.
"are they not the same, my dear?"
vampire!rook can smell you all the way from his castle, perched on a hill so high, you could barely see the crumbling foundation through the endless fog. your scent had been driving him crazy for the last couple of days, and you should definitely take responsibility.
you were such a beautiful, marvelous creature, there’s no way he would let you go without a taste.
the only question remains is whether he is strong enough to hold himself back, or whether he’ll claim your blood in its entirety.
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*I wanted to make him a mass birthday post but I got lazy about it so here's just some headcanons I have about him LMAO*
❤ There's no particular order or pattern in which he visits humans on earth, just whoever catches his eye at that time
❤ Whatever kinks you have, he dials that up to 110% and shows you that you in fact can make it freakier
❤ Empathy? He'll get to it when he's done making you shake and cry (maybe)
❤He'd make clones of himself just to fuck himself if you asked him to
❤ You wanna do him in his true form? Maybe when you're ready, only his late wife had that privilege and lived to tell the tale
❤ Does he have a type? Yes, and that's you.
❤ His dick size at default is never truly revealed. Whatever your eyes see that's the size you're getting and he's already clocked it ahead of time
❤ He can change his genitals on a whim and even to match your tastes, even if you only thought about it and never told him...he knows
❤ Inexperience doesn't turn him off, he's more than delighted to show you and tell you anything
❤ If he had to be honest about his true preferences, underneath it all...he really enjoys someone who's true to their own desires
❤ His stamina can go on for weeks, months even.
❤ Has never slept with the same human twice on purpose (a huge exception is MC/You and his late wife)
❤ Pure romance isn't on his agenda, but when you go to extra mile to romance him with dinner, gifts, courtship...he eats it up and it makes him only want to take you to pound town even sooner
❤ Yes, he would consider fucking in the shower or in baths, doesn't promise either of you would be clean afterward 💀
❤ Cuddling and aftercare may be non-existent, but he lets you choose a noble of his to do that if you want
❤ He likes keeping little mementos of you in his room hidden away from others
❤ Rarely gets jealous, but he does get petty and will definitely let you know it was because of you
❤ Biggest thing on his bucket list would be an orgy with you and the other Kings involved while he's in the center of it
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