âą Dilatory, She/Her, 20s; just an idiot trying to eke out some writing in what little spare time I have
âą Everything I write is in general rated T, with a prolific amount of swearing sprinkled in as Sentence Enhancers; Otherwise, everything is in general SFW unless indicated otherwise
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Heroes vs. Villains Series:
'Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes.' GN!Reader
â Extras & Oneshots:
â„ Valentine's Day (Malleus vs. Vil vs. Azul x Reader)
â„ The Prince & The Pauper Prefect
(Prince Stefan x Reader) [COMMISSION]
âą[Tag List] CLOSED
âą Meet the Heroes! Art: Prince Stefan, Prince Rielle
Monster Mayhem Series:
âLions, and tigers, and bears, oh my! And⊠snakes, and eels, and crocodiles, andâis that an actual dragon? Oh. Oh my.â GN!Reader
âThe Woes of the Witch of the Wastes
Vil Schoenheit x GN!Reader
(Howl's Moving Castle AU)
â Twisted Hearts: The DLC
Draconia Family x GN!Reader
â How to Survive a Shovel Talk đ¶ïž
Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader [COMMISSION]
feat. Azul Ashengrotto x OC
â Pity Party
Malleus Draconia x GN!Reader [COMMISSION]
'100 Prompts to Make a Reader Swoon' Requests
âą Masterlist Link
**If for some reason the links aren't working (sometimes Browser-Tumblr likes to give me the middle finger), everything should be tagged as 'My Writing' but also, for ease of access, also more specifically by its series name and part (ex. 'Monster Mayhem Malleus Part 1' or 'Heroes vs Villains Diasomnia Part 1'), so if the links are inaccessible, they should still pop up in the blog/tag search
Made this forever ago at this point and forgot about it, but I have more fanart for @dilatorywriting 's siren Vil series, and finally remembered it going through my finished art folder.
(Also if I did somehow post this and forget about it, I'm so sorry T^T)
I've decided to go back to these wips and finally slap some color on them. There's a comic that I'm working on based on a story by @dilatorywriting called Don't Fear the Reaper.
Remember; old hairstyle is either a) old wips or b) if the comic takes place before book 5.
Iâm very very glad youâre back! Your works have been some of the best Iâve ever had the pleasure of reading. Whenever I feel down, I just read something of yours and I almost instantly feel better. So I just wanted to thank you for letting us read it!
I'm always so happy to hear other people can get something about of my little brain bombs. Writing is my happy place, and being able to go back and reread all those fun things makes it all the better. So I'm glad that I'm able to spread the love! đ
Iâve only know Isekai DLC for 15 minutes and itâs already consumed every part of my body, Iâm afraid I wonât stop thinking about it for weeks. Are you planning on writing more for it?
The brainworms have been laying eggs in my head for far too long for it. I am a Sucker for Found Family dynamics. And I think thereâs so much fun stuff to explore in giving Malleus an actual, factual friend to rely on and also in pushing Lilia into a father role where he ISNâT necessarily accepted, and ahh the drama potential there.
May I spread the gacha luck today to all who suffer with me. Rook, bless you. First pull, first card. You can call this man a lot of things, but you canât fault his enthusiasm
May his manic fun spread and give everyone their SSR dreams
How do you constantly manage to write things that I didn't know I needed to see in this world as badly as I need air
It was ssooo fun to read. I love reader being such a sassy lost child and Malleus seeing that and deciding they're very friend-shaped, actually
Baby Mal has One Brain Cell and used it to decide he wanted to be bffs with the angriest, sharpest, spitting cat in the room. And for that, he was right
Gender Neutral Reader x The Draconia Fam
Word Count: 3.2k
Summary: In which the Isekai Truck Driver of Fate sends you right into the messiest Briar Valley Sitcom you never could have asked for. Found family wasn't meant to come with a kill count, you don't think.
Twisted Hearts was a game that had grown so popular that it had veritably wound up eating itself along the way.
What had started as a simple but effective love story spanning the social hierarchy of a medieval world had shot off into horror game emulators, snack brand sponsorships with weird, integrated advertisements straight out of The Truman Show, and so many DLC character packs that the original cover art boys had all but been drowned in a sea of pastel ikemen with tragic backstories each more miserably sad than the last.
The creators had concocted sweeping romance routes for every available NPC down to the distant, foreign merchant mentioned exactly once in a letter you could unlock during one of seven royal escapade routes. Theyâd even introduced technologyâtechnomancers, technically. As if a fancy name suddenly made the idea of dragging beep-boop squeaking robots into a world still living without modern plumbing less of a desperate bid for relevancy. Theyâd run through a hundred heroes and a hundred villains. Written âI object!â into so many wedding scenes that it ought to have been basic tradition for nuptials by this point. The spited lovers laughing in glee could all be overlayed into their own goddamn harmonized symphony, and the list of tropes lined up and ticked off like an itemized to-do list could have made a bureaucrat wince. Â
And you hated it.
The miserable, repetitive, corporate slop it had become. A money tree blooming from what had once been a seed of genuine greatness.
So youâd stuck around. For them. As ridiculous as that sounded.
Endured all the pay-to-play walls, and the looping circles of cliffhangers, and the product placement. Scoured each new route like a weary archeologist searching for the creaking remnants of a lost civilization. For just five keys you can unlock a special dialogue branch off the main route with [Selected Character]â
And maybe the original story had just happened to come along at a time in your life when youâd needed it mostâhad offered up lovely, warm promises of forever when a scarred, fragile heart had wanted that gentleness so terribly. Itâs hard to forget the first person who tells you that they love you, that youâre worth something to the world. Even if the voice behind such a sentiment is filtered through the tinny grain of a laptop speaker and their soft smiles grew pixelated at the edges. Â
But anyways.
The point of all of that was to say that you knew this goddamned game. You knew every ending, every dialogue pitfall, every enemy, everything.
So you would certainly know when youâd wound up as one of its most reviled antagonists.
âBrother Complex,â as they were so often called, did not have a set name. Like Professor Oak so often forgot the moniker of his own flesh and blood, the player was expected to look the littlest Prince or Princess of Briar Valley in the eye and dub them whatever they wished. It was one of the first examples of an otome game so flagrantly allowing their player base to project their most hated foe onto its antagonist. Middle school nerd drama had found a new battle ground in Twisted Hearts: The Regency Routes.
âBrother Complexâ was a character that hadnât existed in the original series, but had been incorporated along the line as an extra level of challenge for those who saw Lord Runeâs reign as an obstacle too easily toppled. âBrother Complexâ was Malleus Draconiaâs adopted siblingâa rare, draconic fae, just like him. One of perhaps the last in existence. âBrother Complexâ doted on Malleus, and expected just as much rabid devotion in return. They were expected to grow together, age together, and eventually wedârestoring the dragon race to the land and ruling as a beloved king and queen for all time. And that was what made âBrother Complexâ so much more of a fight.
Because the original Malleus hated Lord Rune. Playing the main character in that tale was more a fight to avoid the petulant faeâs attempts on your life than it was to win the male leadâs heart. And no one liked Rune in those timelines. So sneaking your way into the dragonâs arms didnât leave many dissenting voices in the crowd.
But âBrother Complexâ was not that. Malleus adored his sibling, and on top of that, they were two dragons. Veritably destined to wind up mated and married. Childhood friends to lovers with just enough of a sprinkling of forbidden âoh, step-bro, what are you doing?â to make things juicy. So when you played as the MC in that story, you were out there fighting for your goddamned life. Battling with an antagonist who had the male lead wrapped around their little finger, and the entire government body of their world rooting for their success.
On one hand, it made for a genuinely intriguing story. Particularly as the MC uncovered more and more about âBrother Complexâ and all of the dastardly deeds carried out in the name of keeping their favored sibling all for themself. On the other hand, it had landed âBrother Complexâ at the top of everyoneâs villain shit list. They had the worst deaths, the cruelest ends, and the most fandom antagonism you had ever witnessed on godâs green earth. Unlike in many other otome tales where the heroâs failure just meant spiraling into their own demise, you could snap in this one. Kill the scheming sibling when you saw no other option to end their reign of terror, and in doing so, lose the love of your life in the process. Or said sibling could even off themself in the name of laying blame on your weary shouldersâbacked into a corner with no way to victory, so deciding to simply take the MC down with them. It was complicated, it was dramatic.
And now your life, it would seem.
Because when you had first woke with teeny, tiny claws for hands and fluffy wings at your back, you hadnât thought anything terrible at all. Just that Heaven was pretty cool, and you would love to be a dragon. Even if you were only the size of a housecat for now.
But then youâd seen him. Lilia Vanrouge. A man who needed no introduction but received one in every iteration of Twisted Hearts that had ever been released nonetheless. Adopted son of Maleficia Draconia, companion and brother to Maleanor Draconia, father figure and blood uncle to none other than Malleus Draconia, himselfâthe Cover Art Boy. The hallowed night general who had reared not only the future dark prince, but his sibling.
Brother Complex.
Fuck.
âOh, you poor thing,â the fae frowned, leaning down amidst the heavy droplets of a Very Convenient Rainstorm to shield your teeny head. âWhat are you doing all the way out here?â
âNot letting you pull me into Plot Hell, is what!â you hissed, instantly scrabbling for a tree, a big rock, anything.
Lilia yelped out a âhey!â and was diving after you before you could blink. He almost got a hand around your tail, but you turned around and bit him square along the wrist until he was cursing under his breath and dropping you back into the mud.
âGet back here! You littleâ!â
No, no, no, no. Absolutely not. You werenât going to face down the isekai gods just to wind up as the most hated antagonist in all of bodice-ripping literature. Because what else could you be. With your useless, fat wings and snuffling, silver snout. Made to be a literal foil to Malleusâs sleek, black hide and sharp edges.
You jumped for itâdove into the air like a fat caterpillar dreaming of its wingsâand Lilia snatched you out of her freefall with a squawk.
âYouââ he gasped, winded, and you smacked him square in the face with the feathered tufts of your tail.
He spat the downy fluff from his mouth and you screamed enough obscenities at him to make the devil blush. But all that came out of your pointy toothed maw was a cacophony of shrieks, and bleats, and growls that were infuriatingly squeaky. Â
Lilia huffed, eyes narrowing as you hissed, and spat, and chewed at his fingers.
âYouâre not making this easy, you know,â he complained, bordering on good natured, and you wondered if you could force yourself to shit in his lap. âI donât know how you managed to get yourself stuck all the way out here,â he continued, and you were really focusing now. You swore you could feel your stomach starting to churn. âBut for a hatchlingâand youâyouâre aâ"
You opened your mouth and promptly vomited all over his vest.
Lilia gawked, you preened. You burped, a cloud of funky, unpleasant mist that had Lilia wrinkling his nose.
ââŠSuch a baby,â he rumbled under his breath, and you turned up your nose.
But then his palm came down to rest between the buds of your new horns and you froze. Because Lilia was smiling. Small, and crooked, and amused.
âYou have a lot of manners to learn, I see.â
You gulped.
Lilia reached up to tweak the point of your snout between his black-tipped nails and you burped again in a miserable effort to burn off his hands. He snorted and tucked you into the loose hood of his cloak, wrapped up like a burrito and restrained. You wiggled, miserable, and Lilia shot you a smirk.
âNice try, beastie. But Iâve had more than my fair share of experience with unruly children already. You canât beat me.â
You scrunched up your nose in irritation and then tipped open your silver maw with a yelp. To wail, and wail, and wail the whole way home.
.
.
You arrived at the Wild Rose Palace in the same sort of way that you pictured children sneaking frogs into the house in their back pockets.
Lilia kept you tucked in the folds of his cloak the whole while, whispering promises of treats and toys if you just kept quiet for a little longer. Your lip curled, and you would have screamed out of spite alone. But youâd roared your teeny throat so sore that you couldnât do much but croak in miserable complaint. A proper pocket toad, indeed.
Eventually the flashes of light from windows, and chandeliers, and who knew what else came to a steady standstill. Soft, repetitive flickers of pale green licking the walls rather than wispy streaks of smudged embers whipping by. Lilia shifted, pulling you from the makeshift cradle of his arms, and you were rumbling on a snarl again all at once. This time he was clever enough to keep his fingers well out of reach, but surely there were more ways you could manage to wiggle free.
âYouâre late,â a silken voice trilled, far too amused at something so simple, and from above you, Liliaâs mouth curled into a smirk.
âOh? We had a prior engagement? Other than you simply taking all your dedicated periods of counsel to tug at my pigtails?â
âIâd cut them right off your head if you still had them,â the other lamented. There was a shfft, expensive fabrics slipping against each other in a waterfall of velvet. âWhat have you got there? Another mortal bauble for your collections?â
Lilia puffed, and you gnawed determinedly at the buttons on his vest. Â
âNot exactly.â
There was a pauseâtelling, somehow. And the air of whomever Lilia was sparring with shifted alongside it. Into something focused and stern.
âWell. Go on then. Out with it.â
The night general held you aloft in your burrito prison like a baker presenting his most prized loaf of bread out of the oven. And the whole room went silent all at once. Even the crackle of the flaming sconces seemed to fall muted beneath the sweep of⊠whatever had settled over the hall. You blinked, dizzy from the height, and promptly sneezed in a burst of sparking, silver embers all over the floor.
ââŠthis cannot be.â
âThatâs what I thought as well,â Lilia returned, gently lowering you flailing self back down to the floor. You rolled around in a mess of feathers and clumsy wingsâscrabbling at the black marble and flopping over face first when your little claws slid right out from under you. Lilia scooped you gently beneath the arms to right you again, and you bowled right back over in an attempt to swat him away. âBut I found them. Abandoned by the borders of the Verduous Moors.â
âThe Moors?â
Another pause.
You bolted forward, running in place against the slippery floors, and Lilia calmly reached out to pull you back by the scruff with a screech of nails over tile.
ââŠitâs been years,â the woman continued. Maleanor, you realized. There had only been a few portraits of her shown throughout the whole of the gameâthat, at least, had been kept sacred no matter how the IP descended into degeneracyâbut her regal visage and youthful, sharp face would have been enough to give it away.
She was meant to die, as all Motherâs were in games like this. More space for a soft touch later in life, when the poor, lonely hero needed it most. But clearly whatever tragedy befell her had not yet had a chance to sink its teeth into this happy, blooming family and rend it apart. She looked down at you with narrowed, emerald eyes that crackled with a power that you could feel all the way from across the hall. You shivered before you could help it, curling down into a teeny, tiny ball of scrunchy fluff and feathers.
âAnd there was no one else? Youâre certain?â she pressed, something anxious twisting her lovely features. Her claws drummed against the seat of her throne, sending off sparks of spitting, black static into the air.
Lilia shook his head, already bending to work away at easing you out of your armadillo squat.
âNo one, Melly.â
You could have sworn that the Great Queenâs lip wobbled at that. Something quick, and jerky, but there. And then she was clenching her jaw and lolling back against the high back of her throne with a put-upon sigh.
âWell then, do whatever you like with it. Itâs hardly my concern.â
You paused in your cycle of burrowing and biting to rear up, startled. None of her concern? But Brother Complex had done nothing but wax on and on about Maleanorâs grace and sweetnessâhow the dragon queen had so readily brought this new hatchling into her fold. Maybe that little bitch had really just been a liar through and through, or maybe you had already managed to make such a poor impression that Briar Valleyâs Matriarch was happy to throw you out on your ass.
You perked up, tail nearly wagging, as you turned to trot towards the nearest window. Ready to take a plunge to freedom.
But then there was another noise.
A small, squeaky yawn and a leathery flutter not unlike a batâs wings.
You turned before you could help it, serpentine eyes narrowing in on the sound like a second instinct. There, rising from a heap on Maleanorâs lap the same color and sleekness of her ebony dress, was Malleus Draconia. Or, well, the creature that would one day become Malleus Draconia. Right now he was just⊠a lump. A small, black and purple drake with the proportions of what a dragon might look like if drawn from memory by a toddler. Thick and round at the middle with eyes far too big for his head and wings far too stubby for the rest of him. He yawned again, high pitched and whiny. And instantly Maleanor was bending down to fuss over him with big kissy faces and head scritches.
But Malleus was looking at you.
With those stupidly vacant eyes and head tilted like a dog.
A sharp âwhat the fuck are you looking atâ came out as barely a chirpâlike an angry baby bird. And Malleus blinked again, out of sync and slow. Your hackles raised and you paced in place, stomping your little feet and swishing your tail. Because this was the man who would lead to your end in all but a select few timelines. And on top of that, there was some new, core, instinctual part of you that was rearing up afraid over the idea of a strange dragon snuffling around your very delicate self. You bared your fangs and Malleus showed his in a strange, gummy display that almost looked like an attempt at a smile. But awful.
You stomped again and Malleus hopped down from his motherâs lap like a spoiled house cat. He fell half-way off her knees and the Queen had to give him a proper scoop to help him to the floor, but he just rolled forward with it like a pill bug. Used to the coddling.
Your feathery hackles arched up and up the closer he trotted, and off to the side Maleanor and Lilia were sharing an entire, silent conversation in terse looks and astonishment.
Malleus plopped himself down about a foot away, forked tongue flicking past his canines. And he just⊠stared. There was a low, slow rumble coming from somewhere in his throat, and you Did Not Like It. You curled around yourself with a growl, ears flat and claws kneading anxiously into your tail feathers.
And then the future Dragon King and Demon Lord folded over onto his side like a deflated balloonâhead against your furred hip and stared up at you with the most braindead, green eyes you had ever seen in your entire life.
ââŠSevens,â someone gawked, and Malleusâs tongue flopped out of his mouth like fucking road kill.
âDo you think heââ
ââMaybe itâsââ
ââAnd if thatâs reallyââ
You glared down and Malleus returned your bitter leer with something so endlessly empty for a moment you wondered if he was even alive in there at all. He reached out with one of his clawed toesâsyrup slow and lazy. And then his talons were kneading into your tail alongside your own, and he sighed contentedly. Burrowing into the fluff there with a strange thrum almost like a purr.
ââŠwell,â Maleanor choked. âI suppose that decides that.â
âIt does indeed,â Lilia echoed, sounding distantly astonished.
The princeling hummed again, low and long, and Maleanor murmured something that you did not want to even think about.
âDo you hear that, beastie,â Lilia called, warm. âYouâre going to be staying with us now, hmm? Howâs that sound?â
You lunged forward and bit Malleus straight in his Cover Boy snout.
Iâm still working on Siren!Vil but I had an absolutely ridonkulous, silly briar valley/baby dragon mal nonsense brainworm that I needed to vomit out or it would Kill Me.
So once iâve edited it to be safe for human eyes to consume, iâll pop that up this afternoon for some In Between The Lovely Vil chaos reading lol
couldn't send a message anonymously so just made it an ask
just want to let you know how much your writing has inspired me!! have been following since fanfiction.net and even follow on ao3 but somehow didn't link until now that they were the same person writing? anyways I love love love all your works and I think your writing actually greatly influenced my own writing style :) you write with such humor and capture emotion so well, I just wanted to thank you for putting these works out into the world
(also i did find you from that one death note fic that I still have saved on the hellscape of the fanfic.net app)
Hearing people come out to be like "hey! I remember you! from this and this and this!" brings me so much joy I cannot even begin to describe it. Just in a... Fanfic has been something I've been doing my whole life. I started posting my first long fic 'Fee Fye Foe Fum' when I was barely 13. And to see how longstanding the reach of fandom is and being like "oh! Is an old friend!" just Gets me, man
Anyways. I hope you have a beyond lovely day, my dude <3
I have too many brainworms and too little self control to old-yeller the extras and focus on one thing. So! Before I end up with 500 WIPs and nothing to show for it, I wanted to get some input to maybe help me focus lol
Pick your poison! help my cull some brainworms and pick one to start on with full effort
hi! just popping in to say that i'm really happy to see you back. i've got notifs on for you and it was a welcome jumpscare to see you pop up again. please go at your own pace! and i'm sorry to hear that your exam didn't go well, and i bid you good luck on your next one!!!
Thank you! đ
The next one is in October/November so I am on my way hopefully to Getting There!
