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OP I am being genuine and sincere when I say I am going to print this and put it on my wall.
Please please please please Draw the Riddler
like not the newer one draw a goofy ass riddler pls
my dear anon, I dislike edgy ass gritty Riddlers too LMFAO
here's BTAS Eddie :3
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MEETING LEONA'S FAMILY, he's never quite enjoyed the idea of you meeting his family, but now you'd finally get to meet your partners family members!.. surely everything will end well...?
GENDER NEUTRAL READER | [ Fluff / Un-edited ]
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Sunset Savanna was much more prettier then you had expected, the beautiful and well thought out designs and structures, the many different kinds of beast-men and some humans, living their day to day life despite the wretched heat of the Savanna—You couldn't quite tell why your partner was so against the idea of you coming here for a visit, and meeting his family as well! The palace was much more different—lavish, then you had expected, it was lovely to say the least, the intricate corridors, the beautiful surroundings and location in which the grandiose living quarters were made, it was a palace fit for the Royal family…
You tried your best when greeting his family, Leona was around and though he told you not to be so uptight and more or less formal—"Listen, if ya' stress it, you'll trip and cause a scene, and I don' like it when you're embarrassed and pouty"— You couldn't help but feel the need to maintain some sort of elegant behaviorisms—Maybe it was because you wanted to leave a good first impression, or it could be the fact that you're meeting with the literal King and Queen of Sunset Savanna… It was probably the latter, after all, even if Leona was your partner and even if you did truly lik—love him—Trying to get into someone's families good graces, is much more difficult then it seems.
Not to mention, your partner always seemed.. nervous? You couldn't tell really, but it was easy to read that Leona didn't really prefer or like the idea of you meeting his family.. You are more then well aware of his sour relationship with his brother—Which may or may not be one-sided, but it does provide some ground as to why he'd dislike you visiting so much…. But even if you were nervous, you couldn't help but anticipate the idea of meeting his family..
The moment the door opened, Cheka came jumping—he was quite excited… well not necessarily to see you, but more or less he was excited to see his uncle back at home again…. Though when he noticed you, he quickly pulled you into a hug as well.. It was adorable… but Leona probably didn't feel the same way.
Contradictory to all your expectations, Leona's family was sweet beyond your wildest dreams—They treated you as if you were one of their own, telling you cute and cliché stories about Leona, when he was a child... Scolding him softly when he tried to poke in on the conversations… Wait.. They've heard about you before?.. Well you know Leona's not really the type to open up about how he feels, and what not, he's not one to really discuss about you so openly.. but the fact that he did made you happy beyond imagine.
It felt nice, you wouldn't lie… Ever since coming to Twisted Wonderland—way back.. When you were first transported to Night Raven College, you had to come to terms with the idea that your friends, family, relationships, and connections are basically nonexistent here… and although you've made many wonderful friendships here… You've always lacked a sense of familial love—Sure, your connections with your friends maybe thicker then blood, but it felt nice… Having and feeling that familial love and comfort again.
You're pretty sure Leona had noticed the shift in your mood, the way your smile cracked into a more genuine and happy smile, in the corner of your eye, you could see the small grin plastered onto his lips..
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kisses, kisses || leona kingscholar, ruggie bucchi, jamil viper, kalim al asim
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their most favorite places to kiss you.
a/n: i'm on my period so have this- yes it includes just my husbands uhhh i miiiiiiight try it with the others? reposted from @/soru-ya!
p.s. trying a new presentation style hehehe this is a long post btw btw
stuff to note: reference to sex and/or intense makeouts in all four, uhh minor body horror (?) in ruggie's bit? he takes 'eat you up' a bit literally in his head, all the husbands are kinda fucked up in the head but if they weren't would they really be husbands, jamil is a fucking tease and we all know it, kalim is just sunshine, but sunshine kinda got really horny
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❝knuckles❞ - leona considers this the most typical gentlemanly thing he could ever do to you- kiss you on your knuckles like a fairytale prince. it's his favorite way to greet you on one of his favorite parts of you, hands that work hard yet hold him and his scarred face and scorned heart ever so gently.
❝moles❞ - loves all your moles, there's a reason they're also called beauty marks, you know, and leona couldn't agree more. they're like little easter eggs waiting to be found all over your body, and trust him, he'll find every single one, big or small.
❝stretch marks❞ - stretch marks are a part of life, but are also a major insecurity for many people. he's seen all of them when you let him in and show him every inch of your skin, and leona can't find anything ugly about them. he knows that you do, sometimes, so he makes sure to nip at them and cover you in affection, letting you know that they're no big deal to him- you're wonderful.
❝neck❞ - the neck is a sacred spot for beastmen, since that's where they're most vulnerable, and he showers yours in affection, kissing and licking and sucking, marking every inch of skin he's able to. he's more than willing to let you return the affection, too.
❝stomach❞ - say whatever you want about your stomach, he loves it either way. fat and/or flabby? free pillow that is extremely soft. he doesn't really care for the weird sounds, his brother's waxed poetry about the sounds his sister-in-law's stomach makes, he's been thirdwheeling that shit for a while. no fat? still completely fine. you got abs? cool, workout with him sometime. will not let you hate yourself at all (that's kinda his job, you know. he's the depressing one in the relationship, don't leave him jobless of all things).
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❝palms❞ - your palm is how you carry everything, including ruggie's heart, so he likes to kiss you there and inch lower onto your wrist, feeling your pulse. he's thankful you chose him, and even though he can't give you castles made out of stone and dresses made of the finest silk, he hopes whatever he can give you is enough.
❝cheek❞ - ruggie is weirdly chaste on the best of days, and cheek kisses are his to-go, since he's always running behind and around leona. a quick kiss on your cheek as he passes by you with a tray stacked with meat often makes your day. kiss his liddol cheeks too, okay? he deserves it.
❝collarbone❞ - now, this is a slightly graphic one, but nipping at your collarbone, no matter how much meat you've got on you, is like ripping through the bones found in the trash near his home for the marrow. he's never going to tell you this though, it's uh- a weird thought. but it brings him comfort by reminding him of his childhood, when his grandma could still pick him up, and if he trails a little lower, he can feel your heart beat.
❝lips❞ - a kiss on the lips denotes a happy ending, according to all the kids in the neighbourhood- it's what their moms told them, and their moms heard it from the rich kids they worked for. 'find a nice girl, or guy if you think ya swing that way, and tell 'em ya love 'em with a nice kiss on the lips', his grandma had joked, and while as a kid ruggie had gagged and spoke against the action in disgust, he wouldn't mind kissing you on the lips.
❝tummy❞ - ruggie thinks that your stomach is the most vulnerable part of your body, apart from your neck, of course. it's just fat, and has no protective shell, meaning that if he really wanted to, he could cut you up and watch you bleed, bleed, bleed. he loves that you let him sleep there, it means you trust him that much. he won't ever betray you, he promises. you gave him a chance, after all.
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❝ears❞ - your ears flush when he comes close, and he can't help but tease you by nibbling on them just a little, kissing you on your lobe when you whine and try to push him away from your ears, laughing at you gently when you tell him that there are other much more wonderful places to kiss you. he's going nowhere, let him indulge for a bit, yeah?
❝moles❞ - moles, whether on a man or a woman, are said to exponentially increase their beauty. according to jamil's father, kalim's grandfather insisted that all of his son's wives and concubines have at least one mole visible to the people around them. "it's an old tradition," he says to jamil, and jamil isn't particularly inclined to argue, considering how fleetingly beautiful lady asim looks. but he'd never thought about his lover having moles, too busy to even consider a lover of his own. he will kiss and praise every single one on your skin, for there is no one who looks ugly with a mole.
❝chest❞ - whether you have boobs, moobs, or something on the tit spectrum, jamil loves it. he nips and kisses and sucks on the skin, leaving marks you just know are going to be visible if you don't wear your blazer the next day. "jamiiiiiil," you whine and warn simultaneously as your lover ignores you, opting to settle himself comfortably on your chest and bite.
❝lips❞ - a kiss on the lips, to him, has always been something to fear and despise. nothing against the kiss, really, but jamil just- hated the meaning. to children, it was a happy ending. the ancient princess of the sands kissed her 'street-rat' of a husband and ruled in prosperity, ushering an era of freedom, but for adults? it was the need to be intimate with their happy ending. jamil had already figured, from a young age, that servants didn't get happy endings. but here he was, with you, kissing his lips gently as your hands roamed all over his body. maybe this was his happy ending, with you by his side.
❝hands❞ - no matter how dry or oily or scarred, your hands will always look beautiful to him. after all, your hands hold and guide and shield his heart from all the sandstorms that roam unchecked in his mind. jamil kisses you there as a token of thanks and show of how much he loves you, for he can't give you anything like some others in the school can afford. he hopes that he is enough.
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❝cheek❞ - kalim is perceived by his peers as an innocent and unassuming young man, and why wouldn't he be perceived as such when all he's ever seen doing to you is kissing you on the cheek? to be honest, most of the other couples are nrc are kiss-fighting all the time... but he doesn't care! he's biting and kissing your cheek 24/7 like the little hamster he is and you can't stop him!
❝shoulder❞ - kalim has his own battles with intimacy- his father and mother are not a very romantic couple, and while he wants to be the exact opposite of that, he has no clue where to start. romance novels don't talk too much about hesitancy on the part of the man- but he does notice that shoulder kisses are reassuring, so that's what he's gonna start with.
❝hips❞ - he loves it when you opt to spend the night with him, your legs tangled with his as the two of you giggle under the stars. all kalim can do is stare as your eyes slowly droop and you yawn, tossing an arm over his waist and snuggling in as whisper a quiet good night. and when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he kisses your hips and the skin of your stomach just above it and your hip dips (if visible), because that's all he can do in the moment to tell you how much he loves you.
❝nape❞ - whether you have long hair, short hair, or no hair at all, kalim's embarrassed to tell you how much of a turn-on (in general) your nape is to him. no, he can't quite explain it himself either, but he loves staring at your nape when you sit on the bench below him and kisses it when trein turns towards the board. (he's pretty sure trein's just ignoring him)
❝chest❞ - whether you have boobs, moobs, or something on the tit spectrum, kalim loves and appreciates every part of you. it's his favorite place to hide because when he does, jamil doesn't make eye contact with him, and no eye contact means no homework! only you! he will give you kisses in return from saving him from homework :33
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“Even in madness we are meant to be”
Summary: Even in overblot they long for you, please, love them.
ft. Riddle, Leona, [Azul, Jamil in part 2] [Vil, Idia, in part 3] [Malleus in part 4] 
Tags. Romantic, not angst, Reader is NOT Yuu/MC, Lovesick Boys, GN-ish reader, Queen is a gender neutral term, established relationships, overblot, yandere-esq vibes, spoilers for literally everything and every single chapter can be expected here
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A trial, they said, it can’t go too bad, they said. Now this shell of your sweet crush smells like gasoline ink and danger; except he burns everything other than you, including himself if the blot is anything to go by, and you wish you could have intervened but.. oh well. From his eyes, Riddle saw red one second, blot next. And from your eyes, you couldn’t even say whatever you saw was your Riddle; not with such a crazed and sadistic look in his eyes, somewhere between amused and furious by the sight of his prior dormmates attempts to escape. No, not this one. Yet even now you find yourself wavering when he looks back at you. You can’t bring yourself to say looks tend to be deceiving, not now.With trembling hands he reached out to you, deceptively weak only to pull you against his twisted form with all his might and hold you there, his left combed through your hair as he let out a feigned sigh of innocence. “Of course,” Riddle laughed –it sounded so wrong– “I knew you’d never disobey me, my trust~ You’ve always been so sensible” you wondered, was this what he was told? Not that you could keep yourself wondering for too long, as you felt him nudge something against your ear; a thornless rose, unlike himself. “We were meant to be, weren’t we?” He asked with a wicked, playful tone, it sounded poisonous yet sincere, it made your head and heart hurt. “If I am the queen of hearts, then aren’t you my king? Or would you rather be the queen of my heart instead?” Riddle said, knowing neither of the questions were wholly questions, or at all. Yet he demanded answers, silently, tilting your chin up to meet his blot induced gaze, he was so close- Yet it was the way he was whispering against your lips that made your heart stop “Well?” Riddle mumbled, close enough to touch the tips of your lips, close enough to make you feel his words on your skin, fanning his soft breath against your own. You barely held it together enough to nod, trying to ignore the way his amused expression softened all the while his grip on you tightened. Leading you somewhere, deep into the maze where the ‘troublemakers’ will not harm you when he goes back to deal them their punishments. Something about you felt off, guilty when you admired his form, maybe it was the way he securely re-tucked the thornless rose in place every few minutes, or maybe it was the way he smiled into your hair; despite the overflowing blot, or because of it, you couldn’t help the dizziness that clogged up your head- or heart. Shaking off the dizziness upon hearing his voice, you tried to meet his gaze; feeling his hand gentlemanly curl against yours, Riddle led you to the canopy in the middle of the maze where you saw two thrones that did not belong there. “For me, and the queen of my heart” he whispered, and for a moment, had it not been for the withering surroundings, you could mistake it– this blot-driven shell– for your Riddle, not a twisted cognition made out of his mind. As if you could blame him for it all- you felt as though some of it was on you, and so much of it on the woman he had to call mother. You bit your tongue, it wouldn’t do you any good to lose it, or your head. Even if it’s too late for your heart. And when his voice, deceptively soft and convincingly sweet, asked you to “Follow me, my Rose”, you complied. Not even in black roses and cracked marble could you resist the tug on your hand nor heart. Following him, and sitting on the throne next to his; unaware of his lovestruck eyes. Soon, thorns and roses encapsulated the canopy and Riddle took it as his cue to stand, only to lean down to meet your gaze and place a gentlemanly kiss on your wrist followed by one on your ring finger. Ink. it hurt your head and heart, looking at his signature sign of showing affection now covered in an impulsive rush of blot and tears. A trial, they said, it cannot be that bad, they said; yet here you sit on a rose throne, with a kiss on your wrist and ring finger. A trial over red roses is history, but what can the king of hearts, or the queen of his, do when the roses have been painted black instead? You huffed, softly to yourself as if the wilting garden had ears, “I’ll just have to see it through” you whisper to yourself, cradling the kiss-marked wrist and hand on your other. No matter how the tale was spun; the king and queen of hearts stayed together, with a newfound soft smile rising on your face, you decided that you’d take this page out of their book. “And I’ll stay here to see it through with him, through everything” and you knew you could recite this by heart.
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Sand. One second it was blue, a clear day where everything the light touched looked so close, now covered by the fury of a storm.  The sand storm’s lashing swings reached far as you can see, the storm reigned over the stadium and possibly beyond; nothing was touched by light at this point, it had gotten intense enough to completely obscure everything. Yet you could never for the life of your own mistake the feeling of the culprit’s eyes burning on the back of your neck, that ever familiar feeling of Leona’s eyes scaling you up in an attempt to calculate or guess how you might react if he simply approached you now. As if you could escape. You weren’t even sure where things began or ended, unable to pinpoint anything, including at what point did this relentless storm start raging in his head. How long had he kept it from you? For too long, if it wasn’t obvious by the circumstances. You found yourself so.. frustrated. In a way, angry. Angry that he kept you in the dark as his irrationality- or more accurately, his desperation- boiled over the limit. But you knew you couldn’t do much, not now at least. You didn’t have the means to pull something reckless, not when he was so.. poorly balanced on this fragile line of danger. Sitting on the shattered pieces of his self control in the way a king would on a throne, one he would never have; a mocking reminder. Instead, what you had was the touch of a coarse hand on the back of your shoulder blades to see your unsurprising company you’d expected, now obscured in a flurry of emotions bursting at the seams with blot as its physical body. Leona. He felt cold to the touch with whatever was encasing him entirely, you wouldn’t be shocked if he was not in his own body; the ink, it smelt like gasoline. And you weren’t sure whether or not you were the flame. Physically, that was the only part of Leona present in this space next to you. You doubted that his mind was with him- Even as his cold, coarse hand rubbed circles on your hand gingerly to kindly request your attention, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe that this was the boy who made a promise to you that you’d marry each other when you two grew up. The boy who promised you he’d be king. Barely hearing the ‘can I’, you decided to flip a coin mentally and nod, aware of how much sand would get in if you even tried to speak. And just like that, you were pressed against the jet black fur painted by the same thing that drove him to extremes, hoisted up for an ideal bridal carry; had it not been for everything else, you swear the hand guarding your eyes from the storm would make your heart throb so much more. Soon, maybe far too soon, you felt him shift his hold so that he could hold you securely and tight as he sat down on what felt like a makeshift throne on the hoops. Though it puzzled you when you felt rumbling in the cage of his ribs, knowing that tune somewhere in the back of your head, yet shocking nonetheless. The lyrics and melody were strumming onto the cage of his heart, his idle hand combing through your hair with ease, getting the sand out slowly and as much as he could. “I’ve always wondered,” Leona murmured, and you listened, finally freed of the sounds of storm whipping, “just why you stayed.”, and you wondered which direction he was going, despite your hunch. “I thought it was foolish at first.” He confessed, the crack of his now-smokey voice revealing a fragment of something so.. genuine. Vulnerable. His clawed hands busied themselves, the tip of his nails traced the side of your face and tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear; leaning down, planting a kiss on the end of your brow. The gentle feeling of his breathing and heartbeat was the opposite of this cage made from blot and you couldn’t help but focus on the way he held onto you in the midst of falling apart. Thoroughly enjoying the way a shiver moved up your spine, Leona’s palm cupped the underside of your chin; face to face and barely apart from your lips as he whispered to emphasise his point- “But I think I’ve changed my mind. I want to keep you here, by my side.” getting closer, now whispering directly against your lips- “Let me prove myself as a king worthy of you.” -and if you happened to be the flame to set this alight- “Me and my heart- bared for your taking.”  -you might just find out that the gasoline feels too fine.
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Where I want to be
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Hello, there! Heard that you're in need of some ideas in what to write/make. I've got one: some fluffy, romantic headcannons in which Leona Kingscholar's fem! s/o secretly sends him a love letter and some chocolates and Leona searches for the sender of the gifts. How will it end? Please and thanks!
hi there, thanks for sending in an idea~!
Leona would definitely be the type to quietly investigate, such a sweet idea~
Secret Admirer
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Leona Kingscholar x Fem!Reader ; On Valentine's day, you decided to anonymously leave a gift for Leona. Leona, taking an interest in the little challenge, tries to find out who his secret admirer is.
"Hm? What's this?" Leona watches from his bed, one eye open. His green eyes glanced towards Ruggie, who was putting down a well-decorated box and an intricate letter on Leona's desk.
"Shishishi, someone left a message for you. I just thought I'd bring it back to you before any of the other students see~"
Leona stood up and walked over to the box, shaking the contents. It was an intricate box with a brown lid, tied with an elegant ribbon. Above it was a simple letter, with a wax seal on top. It smelled oddly like flowers, Leona thought.
"Who's this from?"
"How should I know, I found it out front."
Leona opened the box to see a few rows of chocolate neatly placed, each of them were carefully made and placed inside the box to ensure it arrives to Leona in pristine condition. Ruggie was already halfway trying to swipe a few chocolates from Leona when the lion slapped his hand away, rolling his eyes. "At least be more discreet if you're gonna pull somethin' like that."
Ruggie chuckled and shrugged, walking away from Leona. "Aight, I'll try again later~" Leona took the letter and laid back on his bed, opening the letter with a yawn. "I swear, if this is another weird thing from Falena..."
*To : Leona Kingscholar, Housewarden of Savanaclaw* It may seem a little silly of me to write a letter for you. I am just a simple admirer from afar, writing to you to express my feelings.
I've been in love with you for the past year, Leona. The way you move, the way you counter quick remarks, the way you're always so quick on your feet and wise.. I've fallen for you quite hard it seems.
You're probably wondering who am I, or why would I send you this letter along with the chocolates. Truth is, I couldn't hold back my feelings anymore, but I'm too much of a coward to tell you in person. Please accept my gift and my letter. Perhaps, you can come find me if you wanted. *- Signed, your secret admirer.*
"Hoo, ain't this interesting." Leona smirked, eyeing the letter. It seems like the letter has piqued his interest, as he flipped the paper back and forth looking for more clues. The faint scent on the letter smells oddly familiar to him, further piquing his interest. "Alright, I'll take you up on this little detective game."
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The next morning, Leona starts his move.
"Oi. Jack." Jack, coming back from his morning jog, approached his senior. "What's up, Leona-senpai?"
Leona waved the letter in his hand, showing it to Jack. "A little visitor seemed to have sent me a gift yesterday... Did you see anyone from outside the dorm enter recently?"
Jack scratched his head, trying to remember. "Um.. I think I remember a few. Like, people who wanted to play around with their Savanaclaw friends. I don't recall seeing anyone coming in to send a gift to you." Leona nodded. "Oh, so that's what the ruckus was yesterday. Just a few herbivores looking for amusement."
The beastman went on to ask a few other people from the dorm, with most of them not knowing anything. He knew he couldn't have asked Ruggie, even if it seemed like the Hyena knew something. Leona considered asking Rook, for one- but he'd rather not have to deal with his eccentric way of speaking.
Perhaps he'd have to go back to more... primitive ways of finding the sender, so to speak. Beastmen do have quite the sharp sense of smell.
Leona simply pretended to go about his day normally. With every passing student, he quickly manages to identify their scents. Some students smelled like a faint hint of flowers, mostly the residents of the Queendom of Hearts. Some students smelled like sweat, meanwhile others smelled like the "tacky and unnecessary" perfume that Vil wore. (Everyone else would beg to differ if he had said that out loud)
"..Hn?" In the midst of walking through the hallways, Leona caught the same exact scent from the letter. He glanced around discreetly, observing who might be around him. It's definitely not coming from the Scarabian students loitering around the hall, and it's definitely not the blonde 3rd year calling him "Roi des Lions" from afar...
Leona's eyes locked onto you, walking past him with your little group of friends. "Hoo... Interesting turn of events. I'll begin my chase then, Herbivore."
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You had no idea what's going on, but Leona seemed to always be around the corner, trying to chase you down. "W-was it the letter..? Did I say something wrong..?" You thought, but Leona doesn't seem like he's angry or anything.
Leona himself wasn't trying to pull any moves. He kept observing you quietly, every time you pass by him he'd double check if the scent was correct, and he'd steal glances at your notebook to match the letter's handwriting.
Until one fateful day, where Leona finally decides to corner his prey for good. "Hey, Herbivore... Did you know how Lions hunt?"
Leona corners you in between the wall and his body, putting his arms beside your head so you can't try to slip out. "You see... We stalk our prey for a while, cornering them..."
Leona puts his finger on your chin, lifting it up so you'd gaze into his eyes.
"...And after that, they'd pounce for the prey." He leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. You gasped in shock at first, before melting into the sensation and kissing him back. "Thanks for the little gift, Herbivore. Quite bold of you to think I wouldn't find out, though..."
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Daily life of Great Grim-sama~
Warning: none... It about the normal days in twisted wonderland with grim pov. And Masterlist.
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I am great Grim-sama, I am a student at night raven college, in the ramshackle dorm with my henchman who is human without magic. To be honest, being great and powerful is hard but taking care of my human is also a tough job hnaa... It sometimes got me worried sick.
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Like, when I got a good score on my test I prepared myself to be rewarded with tuna. But last week during recess when I showed my incredible result to y/n, I permitted them to pet me in the meantime. It was unspeakable heaven, I was relishing myself in the massage until but when i opened my eyes. I felt, how those Savanaclaws were glancing at my human silently and observing them like they gonna slaughter them right now. Thanks great seven, that they can't.
Reality...
They were glaring at grim as he was purring loudly and showing off how blessed he was which got the most of beastmen ears twitching with annoyance. Not to forget that Leona's mood got spoiled as he took his lunch and went to the garden, for a second he want to grab that raccoon and kick him out from y/n lap and be there...
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And sometimes I felt like there is someone on our window, like last month I saw a horned shadow falling in and there was blue light under too, it got me frightened as I tried to woke up y/n. But all they do was "aww... Grim, I am here.", And went back to sleep while hugging me.
Reality...
It was y/n birthday the next day, idia thought to place a surprise gift for them but due to his shyness and not to want get caught, he hide under the bed and got trapped. And while malleus couldn't able to sleep, thought of taking a walk and waiting for morning to wish them his child of man first.
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Yesterday, I found y/n laying on the floor and they didn't respond when I tried my best, I got scared, nya! It was luck that ace and deuce were on their way here and help me to get them infirmary. The nurse said that it was due to food poisoning and they will be okay. But my senses said that someone was behind it.
Reality...
Nobody noticed the "pink" written by y/n with flour before losing consciousness that day, or the homemade cookies at the kitchen counter. Or why does malleus apologize to y/n and give grim free tuna during that period?
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Bonus...
When someone try to hit on y/n.
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Yujiro: I have the United States on their knees before me
Oliva: I've got the most developed muscles
Jun:
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Hello all.
Sorry that I've been super inactive, I've been busy with personal (non-fanfiction related) writing projects that took priority over this blog.
Additionally, I've been busy recently with working on creating my school's newsletter (pitching on Monday, wish me luck).
All that being said, I haven't completely abandoned this blog and will continue to update, though far slower than usual.
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underqualified-human · 5 months
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Goncharov (1973)
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underqualified-human · 5 months
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how can any language be ‘ugly’ if it’s always also the language passed along from a mother to her child, the language of two lovers in the dark, the language of stories told by grandfathers, the language of vows and eulogies, the language of learning and singing and feeling and connection and culture… how is all of that not inherently beautiful
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underqualified-human · 5 months
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Rook Hunt NSFW Alphabet
→ Request: Rook Hunt for the NSFW Alphabet please!
→ Author’s Note: wrote everything on my phone so any weird concord or tense errors are probably because of that
→ ⚠ Warnings ⚠: Smut! What else did you expect? Blood
→ Fandom: Disney: Twisted Wonderland
→ Genre: Headcanons
→ Pronouns: They/Them
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He kind of just stares at you afterwards. No expression, just wholly neutral.
It may make you a bit insecure, but he immediately starts to compliment you.
Likes to run you a bubble bath and help you clean up
B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He always tells you that his favourite part of you is what you just so happen to be insecure about. In truth, he can’t really choose. Every part of you is his favourite and he’ll also tell you this regularly
He quite likes his hands, do with that what you will
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Anywhere, he has no preference wherever you want it he’s going with it no question
Though he does enjoy doing it outside, either in a condom or on you
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Nothing is a secret with this man, he tells you everything he’s into and everything he isn’t and expects the same from you, though he understands if you’re hesitant to talk about things like that.
He’s everything if not patient.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He gets no bitches
He’s a quick learner so he knows what he’s doing most of the time but no, has almost no experience
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He’s pretty vanilla when it comes to positions so missionary or cowgirl, depending on who’s the dom
Also up to being pegged just so you know
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Depends on the foreplay mainly
Tends to be more carefree and playful all throughout unless it’s a specific roleplay scenario that you two are acting out
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Come on he’s a Pomefior student he’s very well-groomed
The carpets are slightly darker than the drapes, kind of like how eyebrows are sometimes
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
He is SO sappy
Wants to pull out the candles and rose petals and smooth music every time you have sex, and succeeds for the most part
Even when it’s spontaneous he goes: “Wait, wait!” and pulls out a rose from absolutely nowhere and gives it to you
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Doesn’t do it often
If he’s in a mood he usually goes to you for help, but if you say no he has no problem taking care of himself
You won’t know this though, because he is very quiet when he wants and needs to be, maybe lets out a sigh when he finishes but that’s about it
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Predator/Prey dynamics 100%
He is a switch as well, so he doesn’t mind being either
Also into biting/ marking
L = Location (favourite places to do the do)
In your dorm or (and I know I'm being super stereotypical) against a tree
Anywhere in the house is fair game to him
He doesn't want to have sex on the ground, so trees are also fair game (and they give him more leverage)
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
It is an enigma to you and himself
Some days he just randomly thinks about something that makes him horny with zero prompting
But at the same time, he is very easily swayed when it comes to you. You could breathe and he’d get turned on
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
He’ll try anything at least once, he’s a bit of slut that way.
But also anything you agree is a hard limit, he respects your boundaries
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Probably prefers receiving
Firmly believe that he thinks he's worse at oral than he actually is
He is really good though
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Leans more slow and sensual
He wants it to last as long as possible and wants both of you to feel good all throughout
He is also a bit of a tease
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Doesn't like them very much
He wants sex to be romantic and to him that means slow
Though in the same breath that doesn't mean that he'll never have a quickie
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
So, so game
You have no idea
As said before, he'll try anything at least once before deciding it's a no
He takes risks, but at the same time if you say no to something he'll drop it immediately
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
He can go for a lot of rounds, but they're all pretty short since he finishes quickly
Won't stop until you've finished though
Challenges himself to try and last longer each round, but it's usually the same each time
T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He has a box. No I won't elaborate.
Uses them on both himself and you
Once again: Is down to get pegged
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn't do it often but boy does he enjoy it
He's a frequent overstimulator so be warner
Teases you and also doesn't mind being teased back
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He can be both really loud and freakishly quiet depending on the situation
Overall though he's a very loud moaner
Doesn't whimper or dirty talk as much, but does do so every now and then
Has legitimately said 'Yay!' Once after he finished and yes it was inside
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He’s into bloodplay
Menstrual or from a cut (or even edible fake blood if you’re uncomfortable being cut)
Its how it looks specifically that he's into
I will elaborate no further
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
3 inches when flaccid and like 3.5 when hard
Girthy and also has a slight curve down
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It’s neither high nor low. It’s pretty random, to be frank
If you're in the mood he's usually down
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He falls asleep whenever you fall asleep
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underqualified-human · 6 months
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Have some serious writer's block rn but I read some fics about Yuu having their younger sibling with them in Twisted Wonderland and now I'm imagining that but the kid is an absolute menace.
Yuu leaves them alone for a few minutes while they go do something. The kid is minding their own business, doodling on a piece of scrap paper when suddenly all these random suitors approach them to get in Yuu's good graces. Then the kid just tears into them. Like - they point to each one while dishing out insults like a philanthropist.
"You're too uptight, you're basically a teacher ."
"You're annoying and the only reason they spend time with you is because you're rich."
"You look like you're going to sell them a used car that breaks down after two weeks."
"Your hair probably gets everywhere."
"You're full of yourself and probably won't even let them talk."
"You can't even speak to them in person."
"You're too tall to hug comfortably."
And when Yuu comes back and somebody tries to tell them, the kid pulls out the waterworks because "The mean lion is being rude to me!"
The first years and Grimm are the only ones safe from them. (Mostly because a) Cute cat and b) The first years are the only ones that haven't made an obvious move on Yuu that the kid can pick up on at least)
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underqualified-human · 6 months
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*joins in on crying in South African* 😭😭
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*cries in European* 😭😭
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underqualified-human · 6 months
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TWST!Theseus: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment! Medea!Yuu: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!
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underqualified-human · 7 months
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Like that scene from Barbie Life In the Dreamhouse
Leona: It's me!
Vil: No, it's me!
Idia: It's probably not me.
Yuu: Just saw a man so gorgeous I almost cried, not naming names though because the guys here have too much ego for just one body and I don't want to contribute to that.
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