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[merakiui]

have you ever thought azul overstimulating his darling until his darling crying a mess, mera😳?

YES YES OMG!!!!

Ooooo and maybe in mer form, too. >:) I think that form is the best for overstimulating you because he can do so many things all at once. Tentacles roaming your body, suckers latching onto specific areas and the zones that are most sensitive, toying with your nipples while filling your holes with his free tentacles. Teasing you relentlessly when you beg for him to stop. What was that? He thought you said you could take it and now you’re saying it’s too much? If you give up now, that’ll mean he won the little wager you made with him~

At one point even just using you like you’re a sex toy. Tentacles wrapped around your waist to bounce you nonstop on his hectocotylus. It’s so thrilling when you cry and beg. The salty taste of your tears and sweat reminds him of home, a place you’ll inevitably be destined for once the two of you are out of school. He has a whole life plan already written up for you and him (because you’re definitely his forever now; he’s marked you, claimed you, and he’s never going to give you to anyone else). Greedy tako who insists you can take more. Give him another orgasm, won’t you? You have a few more left in you, don’t you?

But you’re so sensitive now that even the slightest touch or thrust has you unraveling. It’s way too much. So many senses are compromised and overloaded when he fucks you in his mer form. It’s truly an experience.

And of course the aftercare is stellar. >w< he’s so sweet and attentive,,, gently kissing over any bruises and particularly dark marks from his suckers. 🥺🥺🥺 so tender in his care,,,,,, praising you for how good you did.

[merakiui]

HE’S HEREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! \(//∇//)\

LORD RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS IS HERE!!! ✨✨✨✨✨ (and featuring the terrible, no-good moros!!!! <3)

aaaaaa i adore each version of this picture, but i LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEEE the victorian-esque death photography style!!!!! i’m putting this picture of my dead husband in a locket and cherishing it right alongside his hair ornament before i go to fight the wicked spirit using his appearance to trick me. 🥺🥺💖💖

i cannot thank you enough for bringing the vision to life hehe!!! *\(^o^)/* it was a joy and an honor to work with you on this, bestieeee!!!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU A MILLION, BILLION TIMES!!!

EVERYONE, PLEASE CONSIDER COMMISSIONING KHEYY WHEN COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN AGAIN!!!!!! you won’t be disappointed!!! (⑅˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ )

Commission for @merakiui of the Riddle from her fanfic Moros's Looking Glass (highly recommend checking her work out >_<)✨✨ thank you for commissioning me :D

other versions under the cut

[merakiui]

yandere prompts.

✧ 45 - riddle rosehearts.

✧ 32 - silver.

✧ 2 - azul ashengrotto.

✧ 52 - skully j. graves.

✧ 12 - jade leech.

✧ 5 - ashton vargas.

✧ 8 - georgina leech.

✧ 47 - leona kingscholar.

✧ 10 - skully j. graves

✧ 55 - jade leech.

[merakiui]

just a smol interest check as i have been wanting to do writing commissions for a long time now and have finally gathered the courage to consider opening them for the first time!!!! :D

please feel free to vote if you’d like~ thank you for the feedback!!

[merakiui]

Meraaaa, what do you think of the new Overblotted Idia card?

So many unholy things…

HIS FINGERS??????????? HELLO?!?!?!?! Sharp, nearly claw-like fingers,,, good enough to shred through those pesky, flimsy clothes,,,,, perhaps even the flimsy STYX patient gown............

All I can think of is a reverse au of Idia and Ortho's lore, in which Ortho survives and grows up while Idia is stuck in immortal limbo with a body that's mostly all technology and high-tech gear. >:D something something being tasked to look after him,, maybe even getting him to interact with more people aside from Ortho because he wants his big brother to have friends and not be lonely. >_<

But then also there's cursed thoughts of fnaf-inspired plot,, only it's five nights at STYX and 100% more freaky. <3

[merakiui]

mera… did you see the new cater leak? CATER WORKING AT A DINER/RESTAURANT TYPE PLACE?? this is so dru coded ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

I DID AND OMG!!!! >w< the gift of prophecy has been given to me once more. Diner!Cater is so dear to me. I feel like it’s the ideal job for him to work, like a fun summer part-time. <3

But omg!!!! I said the same thing once I saw it. It’s so DRU!!!!! Oh, DRU!Cater……. how timely for diner Cater to appear right as the next chapter involves the diner and Mr. Cater. >:) I can’t wait to see the full card visual AAAAA!!!!

Below the cut for spoilers~

AAAAA HIS FRECKLES!!!! 🥺🥺🥺

[merakiui]

oh my gosh you noticed me

i didn’t know if it would be crossing your boundaries to tag you in something like that, very glad it wasn’t!

btw i wanted to tell you thank you. i’m not really into twst as much as i was before but when i started publishing fics a month or so ago i was thinking about you. i actually had one of your jade fics in a tab as i was editing the format cause i didn’t wanna embarrass myself😭

THAT REACTION IMAGE LOL,,,

But HIIIII :D hehe thank you for tagging me in that tag game!! It’s never breaking any boundaries to tag me in things. Please feel free to tag me in anything and everything you’d like, be it art or tag games or silly memes!! <3

Omg a huge congratulations on publishing your fics!!!!!!! >w< may you always have plenty of inspiration and never experience any writer’s block!!!! ✨✨✨✨ I’m honored that my fics can still be thought of even if you aren’t interested in twst as much anymore. Thank you for your kind words!!!! (*´꒳`*)❤︎

Also,,,, if it’s okay to ask,, because I’m very curious!!! Which Jade fic was it? 👀

[merakiui]

Drawing skully wearing the cute sunglasses i found shopping today uwu

[merakiui]

character teaser ⟡ skirk: an end, and a beginning

bonus:

[merakiui]

Hiii Mera. Can I request #55 with Jade?

(cw: yandere, gender neutral reader, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, revenge-flavored obsession, descriptions of (past) sexual assault, implied character death, reader doesn't know the leech twins are separate entities,,, that is you don't even know they're twins)

(monstrously yandere prompts)

I know what you did.

At exactly midnight, the ominous message populates your empty notification log. Wholly confused, you blink at the bright screen in hopes that staring long enough will decode the cryptic string of letters.

sry i think u have the wrong number

And that's that. You swipe your finger across the screen, intending to delete the chat entirely, but your phone vibrates with a new message.

No, I don't. You're (First Name) (Last Name) and I know what you did ten years ago. I can prove it.

You pull your finger away from the screen and, now sitting up in bed, read through the message twice before it clicks. So this unknown sender knows your name and has some sort of dirt or blackmail on you from ten years ago. Uh-huh. Sure.

Rolling your eyes, you consider blocking them. If it's one of your friends, their little prank, while tactless and very much unappreciated, will be over before it started. Ten years was forever ago. There's so much you could've done that would warrant a spooky I know what you did. Maybe it's an ex. Maybe it's an enemy you've unintentionally made.

And maybe it's nothing.

10 years ago??? ur gonna have to be more specific buddy

Your curiosity wins. How could it not? You want to know what grave sin you committed a decade ago. Just what could be so bad that it could earn you this level of dedication? You imagine your hater sitting in their mother's basement, typing away on their silly burner phone, cataloguing the list of offenses you've supposedly done. Which one will it be? The one where you lied about your age to get into bars and clubs? The one where you fashioned fake IDs for your friends? The one where you got so drunk you barfed in your friend's designer bag and pretended to misplace it just so you wouldn't have to tell them the truth?

By all accounts, most of your "sins" are minor grievances, all immature errors made by a teenager struggling with the transition into adulthood. Everyone makes stupid mistakes in their youth. That's what youth is about. Live and learn.

But the message that pops up isn't any of those things.

This one is an old newspaper headline from ten years ago.

The one about the botany student who was found bludgeoned to death in the woods, his skull so badly beaten it nearly cracked in half.

The one they all called a tragedy.

Why did you do it?

You set your phone down, swing your legs over the side of the bed, and—

You stumble into your nightstand. Your hands fly to your throat. You press down against your pulse point to count out every stuttered beat. You try to find three different sensations. The sound of your labored breathing. The rustle of your pajamas. The whoosh-whoosh of the wind outside.

Why did you kill me?

But this can't be right. How is this happening?

who are you and wheat the fuck do u ywant?

You can't type. You can't even breathe.

I told you: Why did you do it? That's a simple question, isn't it? Answer it and I'll leave you alone.

i didn't do anything. idk what ur talking about.

I have no interest in going back and forth with you, (Name). Rather, I'll lay the facts out here. Ten years ago, you met me in the forest and things went awry. You beat me to death with a large rock. I know because I have this rock sitting right in front of me.

"What the fuck?" you mutter, exhaling shakily. "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?"

What I don't know is why. The police found fragments of this very rock in my skull, and it was so bad they had to shut my casket for the viewing. Do you realize how violent you must be to subject one to such a fate? My family couldn't even look at me properly. Consider it like this: If your closest, most cherished companion died, you'd want to look at their peaceful expression and find closure. Wouldn't you? So imagine how devastated my family was to be denied access simply because it was too brutal.

You can't think. The only thing flashing through your mind is that day. That horrifying day. The day all the cicadas emerged from underground to buzz in the stifling heat of summer. The day you agreed to a date with the shy botany student from afternoon lab.

You can't picture his face. It's all botched up in your head. A mess of scribbles and static. You don't want to imagine him, towering over you in the grass, fingers digging into your forearm.

This can't be real. It's a vile joke. It has to be.

"It's not my fault," you hear yourself say, fingers stumbling over the keypad.

i didn't do anything. i wasn't there. i'm sry for ur loss

There's a long pause before another message comes in.

That's what you told the police when they questioned you. And everyone felt so bad because poor, poor you, thrown into the spotlight for a crime you couldn't have possibly committed. Because there wasn't enough evidence at the time. Because you're the perfect victim, not the perfect criminal. Because why would it ever be you, sweet and demure, loved by all? But I've kept your secret for ten years, and if you can't tell me why you did what you did I'll tell the police. I'll bring this rock and every other evidence right to them, and then they'll finally see the truth.

Before you can shoot holes in their fiction, a photo pops up. It's the rock. That fucking rock. The rock that's haunted your dreams ever since you felt its weight in your hands.

You squeeze your eyes shut and there he is. His kind, mismatched, downward-angled eyes, only ever seeing you despite all the attention he'd attract. His smile was sharp, but his lips were softer. And it was what he'd told you before he grabbed you and threw you to the ground that was a cushion of needles for the inevitable, shocking blow: I've liked you longer. Why the fuck are you going out with him now?

And you had to lay there and listen to it. The filthy confession. His warped feelings. How he was the first to see you. How he should have you because he's been nothing but patient and loyal.

And then he was reaching for your legs, to spread them apart and bestow upon you all the love that had been binding his heart ever since he saw you at orientation.

You didn't know what to do. It was the first time any guy had ever shown any interest in you. You thought the botany student was nice enough. He had charmed you with his nerdy sense of humor. So why did it have to turn out this way?

When you came to later, there was a body and blood—so much blood—and only then did you see the rock in your hands, stained with gore.

You killed the botany student ten years ago out of self-defense.

And you couldn't tell anyone because no one would believe you.

Because, if you did, you'd be seen as a criminal before a victim. A criminal who robbed a young man of his promising future.

Even now, you can see his hulking outline at the end of your bed. Those kind eyes that turned so malicious. That wide smile that spoke nothing but perverted fantasies.

You think he was smiling when he died, but then you don't remember. You can't. Your body won't allow it. You only remember death. The pulpy mush of brain and flesh. The golden eye that had squeezed loose from its socket. The fractured skull, brain matter oozing out into the grass.

And all while those cicadas cried and cried and cried.

I'm sorry, but that doesn't feel right. Because you're not.

You tap the back button and are now left with an empty line.

i had to protect myself. what was i supposed to do?

It's minutes before you receive a reply.

Do you even remember my name?

You scrub the tears from your eyes and sniffle wetly. So that's it then. Nothing. You were supposed to do nothing but lay there and let it happen. Is that it?

Somehow, you force your fingers to type out a response.

ur the botany student. the one from my lab class. jade leech.

This time, the message appears immediately.

Ah. I understand now.

What?

What could he possibly understand?

There's a creak just down the hall, at the bottom of the staircase. And then the light downstairs flicks off.

Your blood frosts over. Your heart sticks in your throat.

Someone's in your house.

You hold your breath and, with trembling hands, type a question.

u are jade leech, right? ur supposed to be dead, so tell me. what do u see right now?

You strain to listen for another sound. For something that shouldn't be there. This can't be real. Jade is supposed to be dead.

who the fuck are you????

Before you can demand they show themselves, your phone buzzes.

What do I see? Hmm. I can't see much of anything. I imagine that's how it is when you're dead.

And then another buzz. Just like a cicada. Just like that summer day, where you choked on the heat. Where sweat crawled down your back and a greedy mouth mashed against yours.

You never did tell me why you did it. For "protection" against what, exactly?

You grit your teeth. This person can't be serious.

Ah. Forgive me. I should amend my wording. Protection against whom.

You squint through the darkness. Is something there? That's impossible. Jade's dead. He shouldn't be wandering blindly about in your house.

He's dead.

Still, you press call and lift your phone to your ear. Huddled in the very corner of your bed, cowering against the wall, you watch the shadowed rectangle that is your doorway.

A flash of light brightens the end of the hall.

For just a second, you see a tall figure.

And then, just before the light is snuffed, a head turns your way.

You drop your phone and stifle your gasp in your palms.

I spy with my little eyes...

[...]

[...]

[...]

You.

Your phone screen explodes with brightness, casting your bedroom in its sickly pale luminosity. It illuminates the haunted face of Jade Leech, leaning over your bed to peer directly into your face with two wide, bloodshot, upward-angled eyes.

[merakiui]

Need me a yandere with the personality of a male anglerfish

>:D

There's the Azul in angel/angler, in which the anglerfish is used as the main symbolism for all sorts of intricacies in the fic. And then there's also Bittersweet Secret!Xiao, who is characterized like an anglerfish.

I love anglerfish so much omg,,, the parasitic relationship between the male and female anglerfish makes for amazing inspiration when used in yandere hehe. I think it fits obsessive yans very nicely. <3

[merakiui]

Could we perchance get any bit of DRU infodump... Maybe something that isn't in the story but you headcanon is in the AU?? I'm just such a big DRU fan and I'm afraid we haven't been fed in a while 🥲

DRU infodump!!!!! HMMMM,,, there’s so much I want to discuss, but most of it involves spoilers,,, I think I’ll ramble about Reader and Jade’s dynamic because it’s so fascinating to me. :D

Reader who genuinely considered him a friend and Jade who can only see you as a meal,,,, aaaaaa he’s so cruel. I think the only hindrance that prevented him from taking you right away was his need to meticulously plan. Maybe earlier victims were practice runs for the Big Catch (i.e. darling), but also it’s significantly more dangerous because of factors like Azul. But then Jade also likes his share of surprises and spontaneous happenings. I think a small part of the reason for his crimes, aside from his gluttonous appetite, lies in the thrill of it all.

Oooo he is such a sadistic creature,,, playing with his food (darling). >:(

It’s not exactly in twst canon, but I really do like the idea of Jade’s monstrous appetite being detrimental to his existence. The thought that he’s always so hungry and can never really be full,,,, his morbid obsession with making humans prey and indulging in (semi)cannibalistic cravings!!! I just love how blurred the morals become beneath the sea. It makes Jade’s thoughts and actions all the more interesting.

And to return to a previous point!! It’s just so horrible that Jade only befriends you so he can learn more about you. What your habits are, how easy (or difficult) it is to get into your apartment, the times in which you’re most vulnerable, if you have any friends or even family who would look for you if something happened, etc. all so he can plan the perfect kidnapping around an equally perfect victim. I think your surprise pregnancy announcement is just what the situation was missing. A little surprise to make things fun and raise the stakes. And Jade allows it because, even if you don’t realize it, he still has control over the situation and what ultimately happens to you. So maybe he’ll change his mind halfway through. After all, he’s known to toss aside the things that have become boring (or too broken) after playing with them so often. :)

Jade,,,,,, he’s such a creature. He views everyone according to his hunger. You’re nothing but meat in his eyes. >_< good luck to darling. You’ll need it to survive this starving eel.

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Mera lmao I was looking at your masterlist to find something good to read (your writing is always perfect!!!!) and it's so funny the fact that from our masterlist alone you can tell which dorm/character is our fav HAHAHAAH like me? Liking Pomefiore? What are you saying...

LOLLL omg..... you're so right,,, it's so easy to see our preferences based on the masterlists aaaaaaa. >_< it's the most obvious fork found in kitchen. I CAN'T HELP MY LOVE FOR SLIMY FISH!!!!!!!

I really do love Octavinelle, especially that octopus, an embarrassing amount. I'm sorry to everyone who goes to the masterlist in hopes of finding a writing for their favorite character and is only met with FISH. T^T they've done an irreparable damage to my heart,,, hollowed it out to make space for permanent living. ;;;;;

I have beef with Pomefiore (YOU ESPECIALLY, ROOK HUNT. ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ grrrrrr.) after getting Rook's dorm ssr during my terrible, horrible, no-good Crewel summons. </3 but oohhhhhh,,, your taste in dorm and characters is amazing. Severn, we need to exchange Pome ideas!!!!!! I just know our brains could cook up some delicious food hehehe. But also,,, I should probably practice writing other characters aside from my faves more LOL.

The day we say Pome/Octa isn't our fave dorms is the day our identities have been stolen because that simply isn't us. >:)

[merakiui]

Silver stumbling upon your dreams where you fantasize about him breeding you… 😍

You’re a genius..I never considered that possibility 💕💕

>:) hehehehe.

Silver watching his dream self fuck you in full nelson,,, or even seeing you being put in a mating press. Just the most nasty, filthy, foul breeding ever!!!!! It’s just as it was explained to him by Lilia. The most feral sex.

And imagine him seeing you the next day in class, and you act so calmly around him despite having such a lewd dream. Maybe he should check on you in your dreams more often… :) if he’s extra sleepy during the day after that, don’t worry about it.

Omg and peeking into your dreams during the times he’s fallen asleep in class and you happen to be napping, too. Fucking you in that short daydream,,, it’s such a realistic dream that all the beastfolk can smell your arousal. Even your underwear are damp. A wet dream in class,,,, hehe.

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Silver in his new Clubwear card is just so NUGH!!🥵 y’all don’t understand I need that man to bend me over and spank me with that riding crop. ONE CHANCE SILVER. ONE CHANCE.

🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

OHHHHHHHH. He’s so handsome,,,,, the prince who picks you up for your date on a dashing stallion (who is suddenly less princely when he’s breeding you against a tree in the woods). He’s so perfect. The little ponytail!!!!!! THE RIDING CROP……….. and that focused expression,,,,,

Darling who is so down bad for Silver in his equestrian club attire that you’re dreaming of him fucking you nasty in the horse stables. And who should stumble upon these filthy dreams but Silver himself during a casual encounter of Meet In A Dream. >:)

[merakiui]

somehow thinking of skully always results in the most deranged of thoughts, which is why tenth prompt immediately brought him to mind. he just seems like the kind of guy to engage easily and with little remorse in the most taboo things. feeding you a part of himself to ensure you are trapped in his timeline? well, that's simply what you do when you love somebody very much. no, he isn't getting off to this.

which is to say that, if it's not too much bother, i'd love to request some disgusting dead dove skully for prompt 10 (though 4 is also sorta similar?)

>:) disgusting dead dove Skully...... my favorite flavor!!!!! I changed the prompt sentence just slightly,,, ;;;

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, female reader, captivity, dead dove, reader is treated like a rag doll in skully's pursuit of having a jack x sally esque romance, delusion, obsession, gore, non-con dissection, drugging, mutilation, skully's freak levels are criminal and absolutely deranged)

(monstrously yandere prompts)

"Good morning, my darling!"

Beaming from ear to ear, your cheerful kidnapper wheels a metal cart into the brick cell he's calling a bedroom. Your roommates are rats and spiders and whatever other monsters dwell in the darkness down here. This is where he lives, too, apparently. This strange boy who hides away in a mad scientist's stone cellar... It's patently absurd, a horrific tale fit for the shelves, and yet it's your reality.

He claims he's saved you from the cruel and callous Dr. Ashengrotto and his terrible, terrible needles. You'd be nothing but a lab rat kept awake on a cocktail of fatal flora, and your death would be by the doctor's design. It's all miserable business anyhow, or so Skully says with a casual wave of his hand. You're in better hands down here. Because this is Skully's domain, and he has you all to himself.

Dr. Ashengrotto will never step foot down here because it is here where all of his abandoned creations lurk, and many of them cannot wait to sink their serrated maws into the throat of the man who left them to rot.

That's why Skully, this odd boy who feasts on rats and allows spiders to spin their webs between the valley of his fingers, is more than happy to have you here with him. He swiped you right from Dr. Ashengrotto's operating table, and he's quite proud of it. Deadly nightshade is a glorious poison, or so he'll boast. He's so pleased he learned the distinctions to better knock out the doctor. It's not his intention to kill Dr. Ashengrotto—although he very well could.

Rather, he just wants his specimen. That's why he's done well to keep you safe down here.

But is it truly any better?

"Did you know," he continues, disregarding your silence and the way you squish yourself into the corner to get away from him, "the brain prevents you from biting off the tip of your tongue? A very curious example of animalistic instincts. We are wired for self-inflicted violence, and yet our brain refuses to allow the body to entertain that."

You eye him warily. Something glints on the tray. A blade... A big blade, actually. Dread pools in the pits of your stomach. Bile is already scraping at your throat. You want to run, but he snipped the tendons in your legs and so now you're no better than a baby bird. You could crawl, but he'd easily catch up.

"If I'm to call myself yours, much like Lord Jack did with his dear Sally, it's only fair we look the part, no?" Spidery digits fall away from the cart, and he bends down to peer at you. Those peculiar spiral eyes blink one at a time. You wonder if he's ever gone outside. He's less human and more...creature. Does he even know how to be human? "So where shall we begin? If you try hard enough and perish every self-preservation instinct, your teeth could snip off the tip of your tongue. I can do the same with mine and we can swap them!" But he's quick to fluster, and his hands fly up to hide his glowing cheeks. "A-Ah... But perhaps that's too forward of me. Forgive me. It was wildly uncouth to suggest such blatant intimacy so early into our courtship."

You've never known kidnapping to be courtship. You're beginning to think Dr. Ashengrotto and his terrible, terrible needles would be better than this madness.

"We can do this instead." He lifts a cleaver from the cart and runs his finger along the blade. A bead of blood pools at his fingertip. "This shall do nicely." Turning to you with a smile, he rests his arm on the stone tablet positioned just beside the tray of surgical equipment. "It's only proper if I go first. A gentleman must always escort and reassure his lady. Oh, but I must hurry. Dr. Ashengrotto will wake soon, and I will know quite the tongue lashing if his tools are missing." He squeezes his eyes shut and winces at the memory, as if Dr. Ashengrotto is somehow more terrifying than the blade he's poised above his wrist.

Skully lifts his arm and then—

"Oh!"

He sets the blade down. You breathe a relieved sigh that soon sticks in your throat. "I almost forgot." He lifts a murky beaker from the table. "Please drink this. It will take all the shivers away. I promise. Don't be scared." He leans in close and brings the glass to your mouth, but that only serves to make you struggle with more force. Skully sighs, pouting in disappointment, and grabs hold of your chin to force the foul-tasting potion down your throat. You cough and grab at your neck. There's nothing you can do. You drank it.

"W-What was..."

"Fret not, my dear. This will melt away your nerves. You won't even know the concept of fear soon."

With that, he picks the cleaver up.

You watch, eyes wide and mouth gaping, as he raises his arm high. You see the dotted lines he's drawn on his wrist. And before you can scream he's brought the cleaver down to cleanly sever his hand from his arm.

It must be painful. It has to be!

So then how is he humming? Why isn't he crying and screaming, holding his now handless arm in agony? How can he casually fashion a tourniquet for his weeping wound, the blood so thick and sticky it spills onto the cart and drips on the floor in little puddles?!

"Soon, our bodies shall be wed. Isn't this exciting? We'll be husband and wife!" He swipes his finger through the blood pooling on the surface of the cart, doodling a crooked heart.

You feel sick, but nothing will come up. Your stomach churns. Something is scratching at your eyes. You feel heavy, as if the weight of the world is pressing down on your shoulders. There's so. much. blood.

You shut your eyes for a moment, but when you wake it's to the foul stench of gore and the prick of pain as the needle works through your flesh.

Skully sews his hand onto the stump where yours once was and, in return, yours replaces the empty space on his arm.

He cradles your cheek with his—your—bloodied hand. It's cold. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his thumb rubbing just beneath your eyes, cherishing your cheekbones. "I've never known such agonizing happiness. Aah, it's like Cupid is stirring my heart into soup, stabbing it over and over with his arrows. You're lovely, an absolute scream."

You can hardly move, but your eyes manage to slide down the length of your limp arm to find the hand that's now surgically attached. His hand. The hand that has never belonged to you.

You give a choked sob. Skully smiles and leans in to lick your tears away.

- - -

He wants to open you up and rifle around in your insides. "If only I could give you my heart," he laments. "I don't deserve this organ. Not when I have such beastly thoughts!"

You think, if it were possible, he'd wrap your intestines around his neck like they're a feather boa, a grotesque treasure. But he doesn't want to kill you, even though sometimes he tells you you'd be such a pretty corpse, so he never allows his knife to touch your stomach.

That's why he's decided to give you the next best thing.

The needle is so close to your eye. You can't move. He's given you something, so all you can do is lie rigidly still like the dead. Again, Skully hums a haunting melody.

"Please..." you beg. "Please don't do this."

He blinks down at you with one eye. The other is sitting preserved in a glass jar, from when he plucked it out himself and cut away the pesky optic nerves, all while rambling about how fantastic this is. You wonder if he's immune to pain. Is he even alive? There's a bandage wrapped around his head, concealing his empty eye socket. Soon, you won't be able to move your mouth to voice any pleas. Silent tears crawl down your cheeks instead.

When you look at him, scrawny boy with his strange, toothy grin and his bedraggled hair, you wonder if he's one of Dr. Ashengrotto's long-forgotten experiments.

"I'll be gentle," he promises.

You spend those next few hours in indescribable torment.

You pass out just before you lose the sight in your left eye.

When you wake, Skully is holding you in his arms, brushing a hand through your hair to soothe you. He hums a sweet lullaby, his sharp, curled nails sticking at every knot in your hair. He yanks through them, undeterred.

"Are you awake?" He peers down at you. "Oh, what a relief! It's been days since you shut your eyes. I was beginning to worry I'd hurt you..."

His frown quickly quirks up into a bright smile. "But not to worry! You're still alive. I'm so pleased!"

He feels around in the dimly lit space for something. When you open your eyes, you see yourself. The vision in your left eye is blurred. Skully props you up so you can get a better look at yourself in the fractured glass.

You're looking back with an orange eye.

And yours is nestled snugly in his socket. A perfect fit.

"Isn't it wonderful?" he says, ignoring your wheezing, hyperventilating cries and the blood that trickles from your ruined socket. "My most important parts are inside you—my hand and my eye and patches of my flesh—and yours are here within me. I shall be a temple that cherishes your pieces. With this, you'll be mine forevermore."

He gathers you in his lanky arms and squeezes you in a hug that robs you of your air.

"And when you perish, I shall take your heart and sew it in next to mine. Then we'll never be apart."

[merakiui]

I saw the yandere prompts and my first thought was 2 for Leona, but since you wrote it for Azul, maybe 47 instead..? 👀 I specifically pictured nightmare suit Leona and ougghhh hes so hot <3 he can become my shadow and haunt me forever anytime. Preferably a metaphorical shadow and not literally so he can get handsy- I mean!! 🙈🙈

-🐈‍⬛ anon

NIGHTMARE SUIT LEONA!!!!!!!!!

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, gender neutral reader, leona's a demon you have a pact with, so in that sense he's a shadow, victorian era, arranged marriage, leona's basically the (literal) demon on your shoulder, he has nothing but bad (read: questionable) advice on how to deal with your husband lol, subtle jealousy)

(monstrously yandere prompts)

"Well, aren't you dressed for death? Guess white's gone out of style for weddings. Mourning black is finally in fashion."

You don't have to turn around to confirm the owner of that sardonic drawl. He's been with you ever since you called out to the darkness in your desperation all those months ago. In exchange for keeping you safe and playing the part of watchdog, the demon known as Leona would have your soul. You've since realized business with demons is foolish and dangerous, but the pact has been sealed and its proof is stamped right above your heart.

You are stuck with him until the end of your days.

And while you suppose you're grateful for his help, even if he is the laziest demon you've ever met, he is not the most pressing problem. Rather, it's your wedding.

This day has been penned in the calendars ever since you became of age, and even then you were dreading it. You're not sure what your husband thinks. He's a man led by advantage. Your social status and your family's wealth is far more important than the role you're meant to take up by his side.

Leona has given you countless options to save yourself in the years leading up to this day, most of which were rather unsavory, but today you're truly contemplating them.

"I'm not going to tell you what you should or shouldn't do. It's your life," he says, leaning casually against the wall. A single green eye tracks your movements. He watches you run your fingers along the sheer fabric of your veil. "If you'd prefer to skip all the pleasantries, I can do it in your place."

"You'd do that?" you ask around a disbelieving scoff. All he really does is work in the shadows, offering his sarcastic commentary when he's bored and wants to find entertainment in you.

"Why not? Better a demon than a human with a clean record, right?" he muses. You blink and then he's at your side, peering into the mirror alongside you. Gingerly, he takes the veil from your hands and places it atop your head. "You're already dressed for a funeral. It'd be a waste otherwise."

"You just want to sharpen your claws on the poor soul, don't you?"

A sly smirk quirks up on his lips, and he feigns surrender. "You caught me."

Perhaps I ought to run away, you think, but only for a second. There's still your pact with Leona. You're tethered, and eloping with a demon doesn't sound particularly appealing. His company would only serve as a reminder for your bad choices.

"No need to pout, little human," he adds, melting away into the dark corners of your bedroom. "The solution is staring you right in the face. If it were me, I'd take it. An opportunity for an immediate checkmate... And it's so simply acquired. Don't tell me you're tied up in a moral dilemma!" He barks out a sharp laugh. You've long since abandoned your morals, for they were swallowed up the moment you shook hands with a demon.

Worst of all, he's right. This is the best move you could possibly make. A mysterious death on the day of his wedding... Why, no one would be any wiser and you'd play the part of a grieving spouse well enough. They'd say it was the will of a higher power and then his beastly business practices would be exposed. The odds are in your favor. Leona will ensure that and you know it.

You grit your teeth, and suddenly there's a dagger lying where your brush once was. Your fingers curl around the ornate handle.

"Would I ever steer you in the wrong direction?" he asks, emerging from the dark with the face of your soon-to-be husband. "Well, human? All that stands between you and your precious freedom is one pitiful human. Are you really going to let him dictate your life?"

It's a trick question. Your soul already belongs to him, but right now...

You lunge at him and he scoops you up, pulling you into a strange, stilted waltz. The dagger is plunged in his chest.

Leona challenges you with a sharp grin. "More force next time. How else are you going to puncture his heart?"

"You are an abominable influence," you snap, scowling.

"And I am your shadow, little human." He drags you closer to him, his hand delicately caressing your cheek. "No matter where you go, you'll never escape me. So why not make a friend out of your enemy while you still can? I'll give you everything you could ever want and need, and all it costs is the heart of your husband."

You've never known Leona to willingly offer you an advantage in this never-ending game of chess he seems to delight in.

But perhaps his benevolence stems from a place of envy.

A silly thought. As sinful as envy is, you can't possibly imagine your demon harboring it.

"One condition," you tell him, taking hold of his gloved hand. This time, rather than your husband's face, you peer at him. Into that singular green eye.

He raises a brow. You imagine your demanding nature is quite impressive to him. For a human to demand things from a demon without any regard for the consequences... Fascinating.

"Do him in ruthlessly and you shall have my appreciation."

Malice sharpens his smile into something starved. "I intend to."