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Twisted Wonderland
Chilling Devotion
Big Bad Dogs
The Kid at the Back
The Freak Circus
14 Days With You
Binary Star Hero
Criminally Yours
Diabolik Lovers
My Hero Academia
Kamisama Kiss
General Yandere
General/Random Headcannons
Crack & Rambles
Recent Works:
Shameless Love (Twst x GN!Reader Part 3)
Shameless Love (Twst Housewardens x GN!Reader Part 2)
Shameless Love (Twst Housewardens x GN!Reader Part 1)
Yes, I'm a Rogue! (Barbarian AU!Twisted Wonderland: Floyd Leech x GN!Reader + Jade Leech)
Yes, I'm a Rogue! (Barbarian AU!Twisted Wonderland: Floyd Leech x GN!Reader)
Just Lane (Big Bad Dogs: Lane x FEM!Reader)
"Madness" (Chilling Devotion: Jim Walters x GN!Reader)
"He's a Monster" (Chilling Devotion: Jim Walters x GN!Reader)
"Home Sweet Home" (Chilling Devotion: Jim Walters x GN!Reader)
Most Notes:
"I Love You" (Twst Housewardens x GN!Reader Part 2)
"I Love You" (Twst Housewardens x GN!Reader Part 1)
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Name: Brownie
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 19
I write various different genres and types of fics, they can range from rambles, fluff, to even more serious fics. My writing that is not suitable for everyone due to various heavy topics and obsessive themes will be labelled accordingly. In the instance that I have written mature content it is to be made known that all characters are aged up. Enjoy!
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Nobody talks about how hard the actual experience of SA is. Going through it isnโt easy. Trusting someone only to realize they were selfish. He only wanted one thing: my body. Everything else was just an act. No remorse. Nothing. Not when I lay there still, shivering, almost crying. Not when I tried to push him off. Not even when I said โnoโ.
โYou came onto meโ, he said. The disgust I feel and the utter crumble of my heart. I want to scream and shout but then I want to shut my mouth. I feel disgust. Like bugs are crawling up my skin, encasing me in their mucus. I feel like a whore, like a slut. As if I โasked for itโ.
All I wanted was to hold his hand and cry on his shoulder. All he wanted was to violate my sex.
I still feel his hands on me. All over me. Grabbing, pulling, kneading. All while I waited for it to be over. I waited patiently till he was done, till he got off me. Till it was over.
But itโs still not over. Heโs still within me. He resides like a shadow over my heart. Pushing my head under water so I drown and, so does this story, with me.
He still blames me for breaking his heart but I had to choose myself. I wish I did, from the start.
Hello! I hope your doing okay! I love your writing alot and am Sending you lot's of love and good vibes (โ ๏ฝกโ ๏ฝฅโ ฯโ ๏ฝฅโ ๏ฝกโ )โ ๏พโ โก๐๐ฉท๐๐ฉท๐๐ฉท๐๐ฉท
(That's all I wanted to say! <333 take care!๐)
Hello Iโm doing well!!! Thank you so much for checking in on me. It means so much and thank you so much for the love youโre giving my writing ๐ญ๐๐It has been a bit difficult with the amount of work that Iโm swamped in and my mental health but I am recovering and I should be back on track writing a bit more during February!!
All of you also please take care and I know I havenโt been writing a lot, but I am trying my very best ๐ญ๐ญ๐ซถ
are we getting anymore lane media anytime soon๐ฅน
Hey anon I really appreciate the love for Lane but at the moment I'm not sure if I'll be posting much of anything anytime soon. I may post old drafts sometimes but I really haven't had time for myself (to write) or anything else as my studies have resumed. In all honestly the only time I can see myself writing is during Christmas and New years (which I think i will be) as I will be free by then (my workload will decrease) but until then I have no clue
Nevertheless seeing this has given me motivation to write for Lane again so he will be near the top of my writing bucket list so when I do get back to it there will be more content <3
Does anyone genuinely know passe compose in french?? The language is beautiful but its a pain learning it IF ANYONE can help me please reach out (gang im cooked my test is tmr) (why did I choose to take this i will never know)
Hey quick question are you gonna write about Swing (the new character for the Christmas event in the JP server) after the event finishes or are you waiting for it to go into EN servers first
Hello anon ๐ซต
Thanks for the question so at the moment Iโm not sure if I will be writing about him at the moment and as he said I think I am waiting for the English server to update just so I have kind of both sides of the story. I know theyโre not gonna change, but I still like to have that confirmation. I feel like it also depends on whether I like this character and whether I think his character that I can write about at the moment I donโt have much though I do think heโs very interesting and can call for a bunch of stories. I still donโt know how I would write for him.
Guys this is a little message for everyone. My studies have recommenced so I will not be writing as often. I will still get to requests but it will take some time ๐ญ๐ญ
Synopsis: How they react when inappropriate thoughts of you engulf them, the desire for you in bed not leaving them alone.
Part 1 Part 2
TW: Very suggestive/mature, implications of sex, impure thoughts, mentions of insecurities, mentions of guilt, religious language (Rollo), metaphors, mentions of blood/violence (in metaphors), lots of yearning (Fluffy but spicy)
Part 3 (Separate): Rollo Flamme, Skully J. Graves, Floyd Leech, Jade Leech
แฅซแญก. Rollo Flamme แฅซแญก.
Holy light seems to bathe you whenever his teal eyes spot you, like a chapel itself opening for your entrance. You're a deity, meant to be worshiped and prayed to. You're a sanctuary, one he'll bring offerings if to only earn your gaze for a moment. He years for a simple word from your mouth, the honeyed feeling too addictive to let go off.
You won't believe how his heart wrenched in glee when you kissed him for the first time - even such an inappropriate gesture was like bathing in holy water when it came from you.
He's sure the angels sent you to him for a good deed he must've committed in his last life. Beauty conforms to you and everything that you do. He's sure he sees flowers blooming wherever you step, life bursting and frolicking from your mere presence. Your actions seem to mesmerize him with the elegance you hold, the grace you present yourself with. The feeling of seeing you blossom is such a pure emotion that his heart races at even the smallest actions you do.
You're divine in every form. You may not agree, but he couldn't disagree more. You are seraphic, the utter definition of an idol. He can only kneel at your altar, tense with the illusive thoughts circling his mind. It's like the magic of that beast, Malleus - thorns seem to wrap around his heart in red rage. Thorns of lust.
After all, he is still man. He is bound to sin.
He feels nothing but disgust towards himself for thinking of you in such a manner. The one he sees as a divine being - his god, his deity - is the one he wants to rob off purity. He repents day and night, hoping for that tainted image to leave his mind but he cannot help it - the way in which you contort in pleasure in his mind - it's such a blissful view. The maggots in his brain simply feed off his lust and rebrand that sin. The sin that is you.
It's a lust for your being, your very vassal that holds all your thoughts and consceince. He's merely one of the many devotees you must have. He's been given the graciously chance to be your servant - the one overseeing your heart. You choose to call him your lover, but to accept such a fantasy? Shades of fuchsia embrace his face and specks of heat crawl from inside his skin. The feeling of fluster leaves him shy like a virgin maiden. The thought seems too audacious, how could someone like him ever be your lover?
But then again, comes the ideal that someone else - an inferior degenerate, laying his hands on you - blisters his very core. At those moments he ponders lighting the world on fire, watching it all burn if only to keep you safe from monsters. Someone like you needs protection from those sinful creatures, those mages. Though he wields such evil magic himself, he's the only one qualified to have you. The only one who can keep you and your dear smile safe.
Yet it's that very energy which forces these roles in his mind that represses him. He sees you as untouchable, a superior - the purest in this world. Then you say and accept him into your heart? Despite the demons in his mind? Despite how lowly he is? You're too benevolent. Would you still think the same way if you knew what he wanted to do to you? What he wanted to do with you?
He wants to harmonize his body with yours, the the melody of a choir. The sweaty slapping of skin would be holy if it came from you - anything for your pleasure. But even he knows his thoughts are selfish, he's no better than those degenerates.
Do you not see what you're doing? The way his vassal begins to tremble, warmth creeping from the underworld of his mind. It whispers to him, you know? To bed you, to devour your - to worship you in the most unholy ways. To fulfill your needs and to maybe, if you'd allow him, pleasure himself with the mere image of your body. Just a glimpse is enough, he swears - but deep inside he knows nothing could ever satiate his hunger for you. The devil inside him knows it isn't enough. He wants more, he wants you whole - he wants your lust, to see arousal in your eyes, if only to know that he isn't going mad. That you want him just as much he wants you. That you accept him despite his flaws, that you want to be ruined. He's not like this, he tells himself. This is wrong.
You are meant to be cherished, not ruined.
Ah, but the thought of having you under him exhilarates him. He's breathless just thinking about it. Especially when you lay on your bed. You're teasing him, toying with his heart - watching him try and keep his resolve. He swears he will, he won't lay a hand on you. No matter how you tantalize him. He will prove to you just how disciplined he is.
But when you beckon him closer, how is he supposed to remain calm? How is he meant to keep his hands to himself without touching you when you're so near? You tell him how much you love him, how much you adore him and all he can think of is undressing you. He's a fiend and he deserves to rot and repent in hell for eternity.
He would call you temptation but how could someone so sweet trick him? Surely he's the one in the wrong. Though, even if you are the devil in disguise he has no desire to leave - he's far too deep to leave this haven you've created.
But then you're pulling him much closer and pulling him into the sweetest kiss. All he wants to do is hold this angel underneath him - pin you to the mattress and watch as it creaks from your weight. He wants to ruin a part of you, only for it to make you so much more angelic in his eyes.
He wants to feel seraphic bliss turn unholy as he sins.
Truly, your kindness has no bounds as you let him make love to you. Holding you down as he prays to the altar that is your body. Pleasuring you underneath you, only to fuse into the feeling of sin.
Yes, you're truly a deity. His god, the one he prays to in your chambers. The one he praises for purity, the one he devours till there's nothing left to consume. He'll go as long as you'll allow him, to feel the blessing of your body accumulate and simmer into his own. He is your only sin, and you are his only virtue.
So let him indulge this once, that's what he says every nightfall.
แฅซแญก. Skully J. Graves แฅซแญก.
You're an anomaly, really you are. Every action of yours captivates him just as Halloween does. He truly feels as though you're his missing piece - The Sally to his Jack perhaps? It's not unusual for him to be in one's personal space and the same applies to you, even more so. It's like he can't stay away, not from you. Like a moth to flame he will linger, just to burn into you. He will observe with those pumpkin eyes of his, the ends of his mouth curving into an unruly skeletal smile.
You're hauntingly beautiful.
Just as much he loves Halloween, he loves you the same. You're fascinating, can you blame him for wanting you all to himself? He wants you under him, above him - anywhere, as long as you're next to him. And just as his ideals for Halloween are, he wants to feel the adrenaline of love with you. He wants be be alone with you and he refuses to share. You're his and will only ever be his, just he will remain yours for dreadful eternity.
But it's those moments in the night that have him red all over. It's the physical aspect that gets him reeling. Seeing you unwind for the day, doing absolutely nothing. And trust him, he's as gentlemanly one can be. Keen on kissing your hand and bowing to you - but, he can't help but indulge when with you.
His eyes will linger in places they shouldn't, his hands will wander everywhere at once. All he wants is to feel your heartbeat against his skin, won't you let him?
So don't mind when he kisses up your arm, and when you let him he'll be left hot all over. It's this inviting part of you that bewitches him. The times when your lips part to whisper sweet nothings to him, how you love him so. Only, he's imagining how much he wants your lips to kiss his skin while he dissolves into you.
Skully is sophisticated, surely he can't kiss you with no words - so he asks, he pleads for you to let him kiss you. He's not sure why he's so nervous, jittery around you - like a ball of energy that shakes until you release it. He wants - no needs - to hear you say it, how much you want him and only then can he let himself be gone.
Feral could be a way to describe what he is in these moments, the time's where he's pinned you with hands by your sides. The part where his magnificent eyes give you a look that tells you he's crazy for you. The way he stops everything to look at you - into your eyes and then down your whole body.
He's so in love that it's ridiculous.
He's not rude, he swears. But the manner in which he wants your clothes off is impatient, it's needy. He's pouty as he leaves marks all over you and he's untamed in the way he moves. He wants you whole, so much so that he wants to feed on you. He wants to eat your heart, so that you're solely his. He wants proof on your skin, to see evidence of the nights you've shared.
All boundaries must be crossed as he meets your gaze. It's a need to pull you close, to feel you deep in his mind as he ruthlessly ruts into you.
He wants to be so close so he can hear your touch in his mind, feel you inside his heart, and have your taste in his mouth for eternity. Once isn't enough, he must have you at all moments.
แฅซแญก. Floyd Leech แฅซแญก.
Fickle. That's what Floyd's interest is. His attention on something lands only for a while as it captivates him. One could come back to check after only a moment and he's already lost the interest. It's like seeing a spoiled child find a new toy only to demand for something better. His moods are no different - he's hot and cold. He'll break someone's bones for looking at him wrong or he might hug someone in delight for that same look. It doesn't matter what you do, he'll do what he wants and when he wants.
However, the thought that he's mental isn't right.
But that's merely the surface level of things. He isn't as senseless as people assume, in fact he knows what he does is wrong. He's not heartless either but he's certainly no saint. And no matter what you may offer, he'll leave it soon enough.
Wrong.
That's what he used to think but you changed his ideal. He hates how corny it is, how someone as silly as his Shrimpy could keep him on a leesh.
A creature as sick as you should be put down.
Every time he'd leave, he'd only return more interested. But interest wasn't the right word either. Sure, it started with mere amusement at your expression maybe some mockery too. It changed soon enough and he'd figured that the heat on his skin wasn't from anger but sappy love.
Yuck. He'd gone all soft.
But there was this part of him that couldn't hide the giddy smile on his lips when you were around. That predatory feeling in his mind only extended into his heart. Rather than hunting you to break your bones, he hunted you to squeeze - to place his face in the crook of your neck and let the scent of your shampoo hit his nose.
This sappy feeling wasn't all bad when someone so cute was involved.
He wasn't gonna fight it, not when he had his Shrimpy all to himself. Not when he could cling to you all he wanted. Not when both your walls had gone down and certainly not when he felt so free. It was nice having someone to hug at night, someone who didn't get him all upset in a short span of time.
Someone he wanted to hear mewl and shriek from how rough he could be.
As touchy as he was, the thought of actually fucking? That didn't hit him until later. Not at all really. But when it did, he couldn't ignore it. Once he'd figured out that the this red hot feeling under his clothes, and this mind fogging urge wasn't the need to bloody his knuckles.
It clicked.
Why he was so jumpy and lax at the same time? The reason he wanted to see someone limp under him - not in the manner in which he treated other fishies where they'd be knocked out and bleedin' by the time he was done.
This was different.
It clicked so stupidly too. Seeing you scrolling on your phone in his room, on his bed. The fact that you were there on a silver platter, all for him. The way your hair fell in front of your eyes and the manner in which you'd occasionally stretch. You wanted him just as bad, didn't ya?
Especially when you had the gall to open your mouth all wide n' big, not even making eye contact. Don't blame him.
Were these thoughts wrong? He wasn't sure. It made him feel nervous, sure. But he didn't think it was wrong. Who wouldn't feel this way looking at you? However, the thought that others had the same picture of you that he had - the one where you were all squeaky under him as he rutted with animalistic passion - ticked him off.
So best make sure no one even dares, right?
It starts with a hug - lanky arms wrapping at your body from behind as he pushes you skintight against him. Not even a needle could pass between the two of you. The embrace is tight and his breathing is heavy. He'll make it so clear what he wants, not an ounce of shame in his voice once you're this close.
You'll be blushing by the time he's don telling you exactly what he wants to do you and what he's gonna make you do to him.
Before you know it, he's nibbling your neck with your hands pinned down. His licking that one spot in your neck, his jagged teeth teasing the area but not biting just yet. He wants to feel you squirm from how good you're feeling.
It's your fault really, actin' all tempting and gasping in surprise. How's he supposed to resist your cute reactions when he's such a bad bad guy?
You knew what you were getting into when you kissed him for the first time.
He'll treat you real nice, tough you up a bit - but it's nothing you'll be complaining about once you're done. Not that you'll be speaking much with how sore your throat is, and how he's still energized to for another round.
His one demand is that you let him mark you up all purple in hickeys, so those little fishes don't go takin' what's his.
แฅซแญก. Jade Leech แฅซแญก.
Calm, calculating, and composed. That is the persona that Jade maintains at all times - you'll never catch him off guard in that sense. He won't let anyone do so.
He didn't think he'd take those words back. He wasn't one for things like love, but it caught him off guard. That feeling had him realize how stupid love makes a person, how it creeps inside his mind like a leech.
He wanted to get rid of that feeling and he made it hard for you to love him, at first. That was until he realized just how careful you have to be with the one you care for. When he realized this feeling wasn't sick amusement. He never knew how your pain could become his and that was what truly hammered the realization that he'd fallen. Hard.
Though, it wasn't knowing he loved you that made him distraught. It was the desperation that came with it, the utter feeling of being depraved. It lay in the moments of silence at night, the times where he said nothing and merely observed.
He can't help himself, he needs something raw and beastial.
It was in those moments that he found his cheeks were rosy and his body warm. It was that feeling in his gut, the kind that ate at his guts. It whispered in his mind to consume you when you'd look up at him. The times where you'd simply be doing nothing and everything - the simple little show of skin was enough.
It made him want to do horrible things, just to feel you whine against his chest.
It was hard to be gentlemanly around someone teasing him like this. It was worse that you did so unknowingly while he simmered in his need for you. He hated it.
How could you be so composed when he felt like a dog, like he was in heat.
It was the feeling that gnawed at him to take you, to pin you underneath him and hear the way you'd cry from sweet relief. The little swinging of your legs when you'd sit in a chair or the way you massaged your neck from fatigue, it all made him want to hammer into you.
The sweaty joining of bodies in a symphony of grunts and pants. The sinful feeling of you clawing at his back as he tasted you over and over again. He craved it.
And when he finally had you? It was pure bliss.
The manner in which you fit in his embrace as he kissed you. The way he lost his composure at how you'd look at him. How impatient you made him, it was so amusing. It made him gleeful the way you had him in the palm of your hand.
He'd play as your little needy puppet as long as you acted like his. It was only fair.
He wanted to make you feel just as helpless yet just as ecstatic. he wanted to see you writhe underneath him as he crumbled on top of you. He wanted you to be his freak show and watch you locked up in his arms until he'd had his fill.
By the end of it all, your voice would hoarse from calling his name and body sore with bite marks all over. He'll merely smile before pulling you in once more.
You wouldn't be going anywhere until you felt the brunt of his need.
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Starring: Pomefiore, Fem!Reader/feminine words used to describe reader (Reader's referred to as a maiden mainly for the plot of being "Odette")
CW: Metaphors, heavy descriptions, mentions of captivity, obsessive behavior, yandere themes, the whole story/chapter is basically a metaphor, written like an old fairytale
Moonlight illuminates everything with an ethereal sheen of silver โ pearlescent. Fragile tears fall from doe eyes, adding to the crystal waters shining in serenity. The dance continues, a curse โ from the fluff of feathers to the silk of skin, human flesh. A transformation occurs every night when the sun bids farewell to all, only to reveal the celestial pearl โ the glistening moon in all her glory.
A nymph is said to appear at the lake when the skies darken and ravens squawk. She dances till dawn, as commanded by her captor, and wails in the melancholy of a sweet song. The chains she is bound by are far too tight thus she can never escape โ since at dawn, she turns into a swan. Wearing pristine white she cries as her captor asks for more, prefecting her till she is fit for the title of his love. Her captor is a man of beauty and grace, yet envious of what he cannot acquire: a kind heart. Thus he keeps a maiden who has what he doesn't possess, cursing her to live as his sweet bird so he can relish in the helpless sight. Her captor is Vil Schoenheit.
His beauty was vivid โ ivory skin and golden locks that kissed lavender. Lips so red, one would forget the sweetest of cherries and eyes a striking violet that could see through one's soul.
"Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?" Vil would ask every eve,
"Thou, O Queen, art the fairest in the land," The mirror of magic would state loud and clear, earning praise form the Queen he held so dear. Yet, the mirror too was cursed by the queen, to only speak the truth so he could not deceive.
Hence, this eve too did Vil speak to his mirror, seated atop his throne in unmatchable elegance.
"Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?" Vil spoke with usual flare as his hunter, Rook Hunt on one knee, admired the beauty of winter and the queen of snow; for Vil was akin to the fabled queen, his heart having been made of but ice.
Rook was man with eyes so keen, observing before anyone knew of it to be. His hair sandy in color and smooth to the touch, lips curved into a grin very deep. His hands were calloused to the touch, and on his waist was a dagger fit for a brute.
"Famed is thy beauty, Majesty. But halt, a lovely maid I see. Rags cannot hide her gentle grace." The mirror spoke once more, yet the words he spewed were different. A silent pause filled the room โ everyone shook. Vil in all his glory raised an eyebrow, as if he misheard the mirror. Out of the blue, laughter filled the room; cold, insincere laughs spilled from Vil's burgundy lips.
"My dearest mirror has committed quite the knavery โ I never thought he'd jest with me. Merriment set aside; Who is the fairest one of all?" Asked Vil, his tone grave though his words were light. He wasn't one for jesting, not at all. Nevertheless, with the mirror he adored, he'd forgive this trespass.
"Majesty, the words I utter are only but the truth โ the aftermath of the curse your glorious hands have bestowed upon me. Forgive me my liege, but a maid in rags is far fairer than thou in silks." The mirror spoke in its monotone voice, trembling in fear for though he spoke the truth โ his words were everything but what Vil wanted to hear.
Rage overtook the queen, eyes widening with envy as he stood up from his throne and waltzed to the magic mirror. Composing his rage, he bit his tongue before speaking once more.
"Who is this maid? Show me her visage." Vil commanded his mirror in the sweetest voice one could dream, a sugary smile on his lips. The mirror of truth obeyed and manifested an image of the maiden โ you.
Immediately at your sight, Rook couldn't help but squeal in delight as a sigh of amour left his lips. Emerald eyes glistened with admiration as he announced his thoughts.
"Odette! My dear Odette, such beauty you possess. One could only dream of what you harbor." Rook voiced his new byname for you, frolicking around the mirror which displayed you in but rags. You were shown in various forms; aiding woodland creatures and caring for children โ how sweet you were. Vil scorned at the sight, disgust in his eyes.
"What do you see in that dirty wench?" Vil spat, confronting Rook with rage. Rook kneeling once more, took Vil's hand in his as he sang your praises. He truly must've had a death โwish.
"My liege, she may wear rags and thou may wear silk. She may have skin that is dirtied by ash and thou may have skin like glass. Her locks may be rough to the touch and thine forever soft. She may be the ugliest maid ever to be seen and thou the fairest in the land. Nonetheless, she possesses what thou could never attain โ a heart of gold." Vil enraged shunned Rook away, who was amidst his monologue, a scowl on his face.
"Out of my sight." Vil ordered Rook, who simply obeyed with a bow of his hat. Inching closer to the mirror, Vil scrutinized your features with judgemental eyes. You had your own charm, yes, but were you fairest one of all? Not at all โ he wouldn't let you be.
Queen of beauty and curses, that was his byname โ he would live up to it, certainly.
That night the maid was scouted by all the soldiers in the kingdom, brought to her knees by none other than the hunter to present to his queen whom he'd angered. Vil sat atop his throne, eyeing your unkempt appearance, a blissful sigh left his lips at the sight.
"Magic mirror on the wall, is this maid the fairest one of all?" Vil asked with a tut of his head, eyeing you with disdain. The mirror somberly replied, eyeing you with pity.
"Yes my Liege, this maid is the fairest one of all."
At the mirror's words Vil couldn't help but spur. His features twisted to express his distaste. You were affrighted, eyes scattering around the large opulent halls and then to Vil himself. He was utterly beautiful, so much so that you couldn't speak โ a throbbing ache in your heart as you beheld him who was akin to a god.
"Rook, my hunter, bring her here." Vil commanded his hunter who'd been sneaking glances at you since you entered the palace. A strong set of hands help you arise with a tenderness that confuses you so. He led you up a set of stairs to Vil's throne, his hand on the small of your back as he hummed a song sweetly.
"My queen, I bring to you the fairest one of all.."
That night a lad with hair the color of periwinkle and eyes a crystalline blue watched his one true love fall to the envious hands of the evil queen. With cheeks tinted like the apples he carved, he swore to bring his beloved out of this gehenna and into his arms. No matter if she knew of his love or not, he would be her knight. No matter how lovely he looked, he would prove to be the man he knew himself to be.
Unbeknownst to all, a tragic tale was written that night โ one that curated the fate of dear Odette.
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Note 2: I had this lying in my drafts for like EIGHT MONTHS so I went fuck it and edited it to post. Itโs honestly self indulgent and very experimental. If you'd like more of this au lmk i thought it was really pretty
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Hey guys I've been writing on tumblr for a while now (two years now like damn) and I've only just began interacting with those who like my writing recently. I've been pretty shy because I wasn't sure how to go on and talk to people on the platform (i also wasn't sure if my writing was up to the mark) but im very grateful for the love I'm getting. I'm writing this to let you all know that I truly appreciate it and although I may not be very fast and (often) get stuck with writers block but I will try my best to fulfill requests!!
Also this is a PLEA to anyone with ideas (literally ANY IDEAS idc like smut/fluff/dark/yandere pls w the yandere) for RUGGIE, KALIM, ROOK, CATER, IDIA, FLOYD, ETC to please send a request or gimme an idea i can base something off PLEASE I BEGGGGGG
