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[dirtytwstconfessions]

As a Fellow lover I gotta request him for the event if it's still open

Would I be able to do B, G, and O for him?

- Tutanwritesanddraws

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, Fellow likes his smile. It's his most powerful tool in his... line of work... so to speak. He knows it's charming, and he can easily use that to his advantage. However, when he gets with you, he begins to like his smile for different reasons. Instead of his smile being manufactured as a way to scam people, now his smile is genuine, softer. You make him happy.

On you, Fellow loves your ass. Look, he's a pervert, even if he is in love. At least he can admit to that. It's just fun to watch you get all flustered whenever he gives your ass a squeeze. Or, maybe you're the type to play into it, purposefully teasing him. Either way, he always finds his eyes drawn to your ass if he's ever standing behind you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

No goofs. Fellow isn't the most serious man in the world, but he's not particularly goofy either. He's not the type to joke around during sex or be playful. It's serious for him. He's also not super into you being silly during sex, and he will actively tell you to knock it off if you are.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving. It's a bit of a power thing for him. He likes seeing you on his knees. So much of his work is him having to grovel to some big-wig, so when he comes home to you, he likes getting to be in charge for a change, calling the shots while is cock is down your throat. It's nice for him. He's not bad at giving you head, and he certainly will if that's something you're into.

[honeyhonest-deactivated01292026]

Not you reminding me I gotta write for Fellow's dream 😭

School's been kicking my ass, especially after finishing midterms. So I forgot the drafts I have until I have free time and I'm like WAIT A MINUTE

But my idea was essentially in the dream Fellow's in wherever his home country is. And he's living a regular life (as his ass manages look at him)

I kind of imagine he'd do something theatre related whether that be running his own theatre business or he's successful in local theatre programs. (Don't know why, but I kind of don't see him being on Twisted Wonderland's equivalent of Broadway. Probably doesn't like moving around a lot, it's almost like his dream is trying to prevent him from remembering somethingggg)

Also I think Gidel would be in school with the proper support needs he has, seeing as he's a mute child.

Anyways, obviously antics ensue but to add some angst we can have the MC be with Fellow. And there's this acknowledge that he doesn't know who the MC is cause they met during the events of Playful Land. So if he remembered them he'd remember what in his life got him to that point.

But I think mostly Gidel, and some parts MC would get him to wake up. With Fellow just kind of taking it in. Like damn. This perfect life I had isn't real and I'm remembering that I'm actually a scammer and the first home I had is with MC and their run down dorm.

I swear I like fluff it's just so easy to write angst with Fellow-

Anyway have good day after my weekly dose of Fellow ramblings

- TutanWritesAndDraws

I'm pretty sure that the ramshackle au dreams was what won that poll but christmas fic is what was in the lead when I started writing so. christmas fic it will be! I have to edit it a few more times to really hammer out the details (it's long, and annoying) and then maybe post that tonight... ANYWAY

don't remind me of school I still have so much to do for mine... whimpers

this is vaguely similar to what my idea of fellow's dream would be! uh, well, mostly that he's living a stable life in his homeland and gidel is in school and he's got an honest job ... and has a very boring, average life. because I do think that's what he wants, at the end of the day. my vision is a little more fluffy, I gotta finish that fic...

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The last kinktober you wrote with Fellow is stuck in my head. Cause I love having the head canon that Fellow has a praise kink receiving and giving. Like it's FELLOW, he loves getting praised for shit he does. But like genuine compliments like 'You made me feel better today. Thanks :)' instead of like 'Omg you're so talented and whimsy!!' would throw him off so hard lmao. Like what do you mean you're seeing past my showman facade?? You ACTUALLY get comfort from me? Weird but I'll take it I guess.

And towards an MC that is used to being tossed to the side would also be a interesting dynamic. Like why are you thanking me for helping with chores? Why are you helping me with groceries I'm fine doing them on my own (Cope no one helps them and I love domestic Fellow fjshfhadiaidj)

In sexual scenarios to my beloved, getting praised for scars you've both gotten from unwanted interacts. I do think Fellow would learn more towards people who's bodies have stories. That wording probably sounds weird, but I think it's kind of like he like relatability for long term relationships. I doubt he hasn't gotten a few scars from being homeless for a good while. So I can see him being more interested in people who's skin shows it has history to it. Whether that be from a stupid thing you did as a kid or whatever aftermath someone headcanons their MC dealing with after each overblot (And after reading the manga, I doubt the MC came out unscathed)

Ty for reading my Fellow ramblings of the week, enjoy the rest of your day 🦊

- TutanWritesAndDraws

thank YOU for writing fellow ramblings and sending them to me!!

yuu whump is my bread and butter, I keep saying I need to write more of it and then don't, but I DO. I need yuu getting the shit beaten out of them I need them bleeding and dying I need them to crawl away from each overblot with barely anything left in them. I need their every waking moment to be a reminder of what's happened and what's still happening. it makes ships with the event characters just THAT much more scrumptious, y'know? whether it's rollo or fellow, someone on the outside recognizing yuu's pain and reaching out to them, offering protection and comfort and love, it gets me every time

fellow domesticity also <3 my brand. as for compliments... yeah. just letting him know he's wanted and you actually like him (not his cutesy little persona, but him) and he makes you happy... oh, that'd do something. short-circuit his brain. clinging to him... prioritizing him... making sure he always knows he's your first choice... yeah yeah you're basically married at that point. god can you imagine like five months deep into ramshackle au, and you tell him he makes you feel safe? what would he even do with himself/??

[honeyhonest-deactivated01292026]

Enjoyed the fanfic as usual for Fellow that you wrote :D

Wanted to get this off my chest but something I'm obsessed with you writing is the MC being underappreciated or just seen as a gopher. With Fellow taking advantage of this in whatever scenario you are writing at the time. Not sure if you just write this in the Fellow fics or others (Mostly read your Fellow ones) but I love how it's incorporated. Since it's something that people and myself complain about in the main story and most of the events of the game.

The MC always feels like they're just there for the ride and at times not even a person besides to echo whatever the plot wants. Ex. Playful Land quadrupled down on how 'if only Fellow and Gidel went to school' when that isn't even the main issue. Sure it would've probably helped but I don't think people who are canonically HOMELESS care about school when they have to survive on the street and worry about where their next meal comes from. And the MC literally has to be like 'Yeah you show em Grim!' Not able to state even something as simple as 'Yeah I also agree with you, NRC actually treats me like shit and I'm also struggling to get by.'

So Fellow using that neglect is *chef's kiss*. Something as simple as seeing the MC as more than an errand boy throws the MC for a curve ball. Cause what do you mean you're talking to me like a person? What do you mean you wanna hear MY opinion? You see me as something desirable and not someone to use for a task then put back in the corner?

I can only imagine how this is used during Playful Land or even the Ramshackle as with him present. Especially with an MC who is closed off due to their poor treatment at NRC (something I am slowly writing for a Playful Land rewrite and eventual Ramshackle au). Here are somethings I am going to incorporate:

Fellow I think is a very curious person, and based on his card lines he does seem very happy when he understands and learns something new. So I doubt he'd ignore a person who's from another world?? Like what do you mean by that? I usually write a self insert version of the MC (how I play twst) and then edit it for a more broad audience if I wanna publish it) And one of the traits I'm keeping from myself to the broader audience edit is my wide knowledge about fairytales.

I've known a lot about them since I was a child, as one of my elementary school teachers would leave out books for us to read while we waited to enter the classroom in the morning. And the main set of books were about fairytales. Specifically the original adaptations of said tales (Jack and the Bean Stalk, Rapunzel, etc.) So Disney movies based off these especially interested me cause I always loved seeing how different people interpreted the same public domain story.

So I have the MC say 'Oh so this park is based off of Pinocchio'. (Keeping the fucked up stuff to themselves until book 3) And everyone is essentially like 'what're you talking about?', 'MC we're talking about Wish Upon a Star not whatever you're saying', or 'Cool, anyway imma continue yapping like I didn't hear you'. All except Fellow who's like 'Wait you also have this story in your world? Tell me about it :)'. With the MC being thrown into a loop cause they can't sense any deception when he's asking?? What do you mean you're genuinely interested in my thoughts GET AWAY!!

Slowburn ensues.

Anyway I should probably stop my rantings cause it's getting long 😭

Thank for you for your Fellow writings they are a godsend for the desert of fic for him 🙏

Trying to write stuff myself but I'm slow as hell and in school ;-;

Wrote this anonymously so it wouldn't be connected to my main account and my actually writing account. Also I'm a lurker so I don't do this a lot 😭

Thank you for listening to my TedTalk and have a good day

- TutanWritesAndDraws

hi hi hello!!!

HEH. yeah. I do like to play with the meta in that way, yuu's decreasing agency over the past few events (and books) has been bothering a lot of us and I like to write around that. our protagonist is suddenly witless, quiet, and nonreactive, and just lets things happen to them? fellow would love that. he would eat that up!!

and also I think the EN twst fandom is really into very proactive, lively, witty readers right now, so my melancholic "do-nothinger"s who are either dissociated the fuck out of their minds while experiencing trauma beyond our wildest imaginations, OR are just too anxious to be popping off one-liners and making scathing observations, are special to me

and anyway the meek, humble, somewhat mentally unwell protagonist is my bread and butter! twst just gives me the meta to make that even greater

FOR YOUR FIC:

fellow is a naturally curious person and does like learning things and feeling smart :') I think I've described him as being nosy before but he hates people being in his business, the hypocrite. he's also someone who has a very strongly set worldview about how people work that yuu would challenge, and I think that'd draw him closer (if only to figure out if they're a threat or not)

I personally try to avoid breaking the fourth wall in my fics, not because I think it's bad, but because I would get *too* carried away. I'm also an avid fairy and folktale fan, myth fan, literature enjoyer, so on, I'd get too excited because I like the idea of it TOO much . me in glomas staring at teenage boy frollo

[tutanwritesanddraws]

Resting

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Character(s): Fellow Honest

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Reader is gender neutral - No pronouns are used

Referred to as you & (Y/N)

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Summary: After overthinking in the middle of the night, a certain fox beastman laying in your bed is there to get you out of your head.

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Word Count: 1,893 words

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Warnings: MC is heavily implied to have anxiety, overthinking occurs, does biting the skin around your nails count as self harm?, that's there, you got a vice house warden, Fellow being soft/domestic kinda, sex mentioned but nothing happens

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A/N: Goddamn it's almost been 3 years since I wrote here 😭

Can't believe it's Fellow Honest that got me out of writers block.

I have some things planned but I gotta take my time otherwise my ass is gonna burn out again ;-;

Anyway enjoy the fic :D 👍

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You wake up sometime in the middle of the night, your eyes somewhat adjusting to the room illuminated by nightlights. Confusion arising when you feel a weight against your back and draped over your stomach. That same confusion lifting when you remember what that weight is from. 

That was Fellow's body pressed against your own and holding you. A weight you haven't gotten used to yet as he snored behind you. The only one you ever had gotten used to is Grim’s, having held him at night against your chest in your early days at Ramshackle. Mostly for warmth as you figured out how to clean the chimneys in the dorm to safely have fires going to warm the old building. But it probably kept you grounded for the almost two months that it was just you and him. Being able to suppress the lonely feeling you had until the others eventually arrived. Grim wasn't present in your arms tonight, having chosen to sleep in your vice’s room in order to ‘have space from the fox’. Your bed was a queen while your vice’s was a full. Rolling your eyes once again at Grim's ‘logical’ conclusion. 

Slowly taking Fellow's arm off your chest, getting up to use the bathroom while in your thoughts. It didn't bother you being alone, you knew that. Especially now having friends that cared about you and actually spent time with. That was in your world though, so that really only applied to your vice. Sure, you liked the friendships that you made and had at NRC. But it wasn't the same as you got to the bathroom, guided safely there by the nightlights glowing around your room.

It wasn't the same in the fact that you would never be able to relate to them. Pop culture references you'd always have to explain, the constant ‘Oh how don't you know this (Y/N)? Everyone knows that!’ Wow, it's almost like I'm not FROM Twisted Wonderland?? 

Or when you bring up similarities between your world and this one essentially no one gets it besides the people with more than one brain cell? With some even being insulted by the comparison or disturbed? It's almost as if there's cultural differences between different places and you shouldn't just assume everyone's knowledge on a topic is the same? 

Taking a breath as you wash your hands after using the bathroom and flushing the toilet, trying not to anger yourself at one in the morning. Cause if you keep thinking about it you won't get any sleep and would have to write everything down to get it out of your head. And you don't exactly have the energy at the moment to explain to Fellow why you're typing several hundred words on your phone in the middle of the night. Drying your hands with a towel, you walk back to the bed. 

Getting closer to the large bed it became as clear as it could be in a dimly lit room that Fellow had woken up. Most likely after you had gotten up telling from the slight pout he had on his face while his tail swayed under the covers.

Fellow: “...Why'd you leave…?”

(Y/N): “Fellow I just got up to pee.”

Fellow: “..You still left me all alone in bed..”

(Y/N): “Yeah, all alone in the same room. You must be suffering.” 

Fellow: “..It gets so cold without you here..”

You look at him as he's bundled up in the several blankets on your bed, clearly not cold at all. Seeing how his tail is still swaying under the covers slowly and not shivering like the rest of his body isn't. Breathing slowly as he adjusts his head against the pillow. Causing some of his bed head to fall in front of his face. You move it out of the way before he can. Sitting on the bed while combing through the orange locks.

Fellow doesn't stop you, getting more comfortable under the covers as he closes his eyes for a minute before opening them again. Looking at you with the same groggy and relaxed expression as before.

Fellow: “...Lay down with me…”

(Y/N): “I’ll lay down in a minute. Go back to sleep hun.” 

He pouts slightly less and instead has a small frown. Not even hesitating to sit up and push you down under him. Now resting his body against your chest. Adjusting the covers around the both of you.

Fellow: “You think too much.”

(Y/N): “Me?”

Fellow: “No the clock on the wall yes I mean you. It's always clear as glass when you're in your head. You're in there far too much for my liking.”

(Y/N): “Uh huh, right. I'm overthinking at this time of night.”

Playing it off in a nonchalant voice, though based on Fellow's huff he could tell you weren't being sincere.

Fellow: “I wonder how many times it'll take you to realize I always know when you're lying.”

(Y/N): “Why cause you do it all the time?” 

Fellow: “No because you're bad at it. At least try to act tired when you say you're going to sleep in a bit.”

You don't respond, not really thinking of any comebacks besides lying again and brushing it off. So you opt to tell the truth begrudgingly while twirling a strand of Fellow's hair.

(Y/N): “.....No one here seems to get I'm not like them. And whether they know it or not make me feel stupid for not knowing ‘basic’ things about this world or having the same things or experiences they had growing up. Like how can't they get because of shit out of my control, I had to uproot my entire life and restart from scratch? I don't think anyone but my vice could-”

You stop yourself before finishing that sentence, realizing what you were going to say. Pausing your movements with his strand of hair.

‘I don't think anyone but my vice could ever understand that.’

Having almost forgotten that Fellow could understand that. He's had to deal with uprooting his life more times than you could count on your fingers. All so he and Gidel could survive another day on the streets. The lack of stability he and his brother had been the very reason he took the job at Playful Land. Not caring who he hurt along the way if it ensured he could keep Gidel just a little bit safer and his stomach full. 

You try to backtrack your previous words while apologizing to Fellow. 

(Y/N): “I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have almost said that. I know you also get it, I didn't mean to say that - to almost say that you didn't. I was just thinking about just my vice cause they're also from my world. I think I was just-”

Fellow: “Thinking too much?”

He asks as he folds his arms on your stomach, knowing he's right. His face was more neutral given your anxious ramblings, his eyes lacking that cocky confidence you've acquainted with him. 

But you don't answer him, you don't want to. Your anxiety overriding any logical thought you could possibly have this early in the morning with the many what ifs to any reply you think up of. The many fuck ups you're not risking. 

Fellow: “....You and your little anxious brain…..what am I going to do with you….?”

Fellow huffs after whispering, poking your forehead with a pointer finger. 

It's something he's getting used to, as he’s gotten closer to you. That the headstrong and gallant front you had during Playful Land was very little of your actual personality. Beneath all that you were anxious and paranoid that day, just like you are most other days. Worried about renovating Ramshackle, Grim’s development and support needs at school, problems thrown your way left and right by those who either look up to you for guidance or those who seek out to drain you of all the patience you have left.

Both pissed Fellow off, but the ladder he could agree was worse. He could easily shoo your classmates off for someone else to deal with. The headmage though was a trickier target. Sure he could use ‘Life is Fun' on the bastard, but eventually he'd come back to ask you to deal with whatever it is he chose to neglect that day and pass off. Fellow was shocked you kept your sanity long enough for your vice and him to arrive and finally give you some breathing room.

He looks at you after finishing his last thought, seeing you bite the skin around your nails, a habit of yours he picked up on when he started living in Ramshackle. Giving him the indication that he should probably say something. Something decent enough to make you feel better, a decent he knew you deserved better than. But you had him right now. So he’d have to make that work.

Fellow: “I’m not bothered by what you said, I know you didn’t mean it. But if it helps I forgive you.”

You don’t reply, swallowing back the knot in your throat. Stopping the biting around your nails. You don’t know why simple things like that affected you so much. Maybe because it’s something you’ve needed for a while now, just basic acknowledgement of emotions other than the cheery facade you keep up. The one Fellow seems so much better at keeping up and in the same breath calling you out for doing the exact same thing.

Fellow could tell that what he said was the right thing to say, internally taking a breath of relief. Adjusting himself once more, getting off your stomach and going back next to you. Watching as you turn towards him as he speaks again softly.

Fellow: “You think you’ll go back to sleep anytime soon..?”

(Y/N): “Probably not…sorry. You can go back to sleep though, I won’t keep you up.”

Fellow: “Acting like you’re holding my sleep schedule hostage if I don’t pass out right this second. I think I’ll live staying awake with you, however long that may be.”

(Y/N): “You sure?”

Fellow’s eyes become half lidded as he replies with an answer he found quite obvious.

Fellow: “Yes, I am sure. So what do you want to do until you get tired?”

(Y/N): “Not what you’re thinking of.”

Fellows eyes widen a bit in surprise, getting the implication.

Fellow: “Relax I wasn’t thinking of that. Well, unless you were~”

(Y/N): “No.”

Fellow: “Damn. Alright, suppose we do then?”

You think for a moment before just saying one word.

(Y/N): “Talk?”

Fellow: “Yeah we can do that.”

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You didn’t really know how long you talked for, or really remember specific tangents, but it was enough to make you tired enough to fall asleep. Seeing as you woke up with sunlight streaming on your face from the window with the curtains drawn back. Your eyes adjusting to the sudden light, well attempting to before giving up and putting a pillow on your head to block it all out. Closing them again before hearing someone chuckle beside you due to your actions. A lighthearted chuckle that was starting to worm its way into your heart. A chuckle you hoped to hear again as you threw your pillow into his face. 

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AI chan might be cute, but stealing art isn’t‼️

[tutanwritesanddraws]

Twisted Wonderland Reactions to S/0 who Overblotted in the past

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A/N: Damn y’all ate the last one up my god. Didn’t think It would get this much attention lol. You bastards are lucky I wrote most of this on a Google Docs first before so you don’t have to wait as long :3

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Like before slight spoilers for Chapter 4. I am going to post the warnings, content, and paragraph leading up to the prompt just for those who haven’t read/don’t want to read the first part. Also note that I typically don’t write for Riddle so please don’t request anything with him :’v 

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Character(s) in Prompt: Riddle Rosehearts 

The S/O is gender neutral

Goes by they/them pronouns

Also referred to as Y/N, Rose, Partner

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Content: S/o has an argument with Crowley and ends up admitting that they overblotted prior to attending NRC. Their partner happened to be close by to overhear this conversation occur. Their reactions take place right after S/o finishes speaking with Crowley

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Warnings: S/o snaps at Crowley (as they should), mostly angst in the beginning but turns into fluff, S/o implies at the time of overblot they were struggling with mental health issues, and also states they were alone when they overblotted, S/o is Yuu of this world but with magic but still unable to find their world, S/o is stifling/crying after speaking with Crowley, as their overblot still affects them, S/o implied to have been very attentive to their respective partner after their overblots (Partner first putting it off as them worrying but it’s that and also has personal experience with dealing with the after effects)

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He takes a quick glance at his phone and thinks to himself how Y/N is a few minutes late to their meeting spot. Planning on spending time with one another as soon as classes concluded for the day. Being slightly annoyed at how they were currently speaking with Headmaster Crowley.

Knowing how his partner felt about Crowley, and from his own experiences attending NRC, it didn’t sit right with him to let them go alone. Even with their voice popping into his head about ‘how it will be fine’ and ‘I just need to quickly speak with Crowley, maybe he did find something’ he started walking towards the Headmaster’s office.

As he got closer to the door, his first instincts are to turn and push the door open but stops himself knowing it would disturb the planned meeting. But those thoughts quickly flew out of his mind when he heard Y/N raising their voice in anger.

“Where were you?? I called you and you didn’t even bother to answer! I can’t believe I thought that there was a chance that you would help me.” The last sentence was said through gritted teeth, as they tried to calm themselves from completely becoming overcome with anger. That quickly dissipated once Crowley responded to these remarks. Attempting to sound cheery and lighten the mood.

“I was so busy looking for your world! So extensive that I had to ignore all my phone calls!”

“Bullshit! We both know you were lazing around enjoying winter break while I had to deal with another overblot of one of my peers. This isn’t even about my world at this point Crowley. I’ve accepted you don’t care enough about me, but I’ll never accept you not caring about them.”

“Of course I care! This is why I trust you to handle these types of situations so I can continue helping you. Isn’t that a great deal? Such a k-“

“Kind? How can allowing this shit to happen at NRC be kind? You have no idea what an overblot does to someone. How that baggage is still with the person after they come back from that? IF they survive it?”

“You seem to know a lot more than I expected, your experiences do come in handy when-“

“I don’t know this because of my time HERE! I know this BECAUSE I'VE OVERBLOTTED!” They slam their hand on Crowley’s desk and the room falls silent. With the occupant listening in behind the door too stunned to turn the knob.

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They overblotted before coming here?

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Listening in once again, he hears his partner speak once more. No longer hearing the piercing anger he had heard before, but a soft cracked tone desperate to get the words out.

“I can’t let them be alone like I was Crowley, they would have never survived if they were. I got lucky.” They sniffle, quickly removing the fresh tears from their watery eyes. “I-I need to go, don’t look for me.” Fast walking towards the exit, the Headmaster making no attempts to stop them. Looking on as the upset prefect headed towards the door.

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Riddle Rosehearts: 

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He feels his breathing quicken and his face redden from the news. Not at his Rose of course but at his headmaster. How DARE he make them this distressed, so angry. They have every right to be, seeing how they’ve been treated since day one. 

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Riddle can’t think of their mistreatment now though, he realizes this. They need him right now. So he begins to calm himself and empty his mind of those thoughts. Steadying his breathing in time for his partner to turn the knob and greet him with a saddened and distressed look, as they were not expecting to meet them right after exiting Crowley’s office. 

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He hates seeing them like this. But that isn’t for him to decide how they ‘should’ react. It is for him to decide to comfort his Rose and make sure that they are okay after having such an infuriating conversation with Crowley. 

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He doesn’t speak in fear of upsetting them by bringing up the conversation that they just had. Riddle slowly brings his arm towards their shoulder, making sure they have time to react if they want to push away. 

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Whatever their decision may be, he doesn’t react differently to his Rose. All Riddle does is guide them toward the Hall of Mirrors to enter Heartslabyul. The garden usually is empty around this time, as students are their extracurricular clubs. It is rare for someone in this dorm to not be a part of one. And as much as it pains him to ruin his perfect attendance, Riddle has learned at NRC that you should prioritize your relationships with others first before schoolwork. His partner’s well-being will always triumph over any work that needs to be done. 

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Guiding you towards the sitting area of the gardens typically reserved for unbirthday parties, sitting you down as he prepares a beverage of your choosing. Slightly cringing it breaks one or two rules, but he places in his mind you are not a resident of his dorm, so he’ll let it slide for you. 

It doesn’t take long for Riddle to make the beverage, as he has done so many times by now, he could even say it was like muscle memory. Placing the cup gently in your hands, watching as it left his steady grip. Mentally sighing as he sees some tension leave your body from the first sip. Making yourself more comfortable in the chair beside his own. 

Riddle sits down, watching you like a hawk, in most cases, this would be intimidating. The dorm leader of Heartslabyul watching with such intent in his eyes was typically a one-way ticket to being collar. But you knew better. They were eyes that slowly became a comfort whenever they met your gaze. They were much softer than a hawks in your opinion. The blueish-grey color was a pleasant combination for your own viewing pleasure. As well as the small blush that was starting to appear on his cheeks in response to the small smile that was starting to appear on your face from the drink in your hands. 

Even with the blush, Riddle would take a slight embarrassment any day over seeing you sad. Promising himself he would make your school life as easy as he possibly could. As a housewarden and your boyfriend, it was his duty to ensure your well-being and happiness.

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[thebettybook]

Hello! Would I be a to request an established relationship with 14, 25, and D? Angst to comfort with Leona comforting the reader? I have been listening to Gilded Lily by Cults and I can’t stop thinking about how relatable it is for the MC.

Thank you for your previous works I love your content on Leona so much and can’t wait for more in the future! Hope you have a good day :D

🍁 Fic below the cut :D 🍁

Hi, @tutankhaten913! I never listened to “Gilded Lily” by Cults till now. I also looked up the lyrics, and with TWST in mind, the lyrics made me think of how MC is burnt out from all the responsibilities they have as Prefect and how lost they feel in Twisted Wonderland sometimes. What were your interpretations of the lyrics?

Also thank you for your kind words! I saw that you have a writing blog yourself so I appreciate your request as a fellow writer :) Also also I love your background wallpaper of Leona on your writing blog hehe

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14. ❛ I knew you would be here. ❜

25. ❛ I’m here for you. Don’t forget that. ❜

D. Fall cleaning at Ramshackle

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🍂 It was the weekend, a perfect time to get some fall cleaning done at Ramshackle. You, Grim, and the Ramshackle ghosts procrastinated on fall cleaning for so long that the fallen autumn leaves began to pile up in the yard.

🍂 The Ramshackle ghosts spent the afternoon raking the fallen leaves into neat piles, while Grim scurried around the dorm’s halls to mop the floors. You were in charge of taking out the thicker blankets and clothing for you and Grim.

🍂 The soft wool of one of your sweaters tickled your hands as you folded the sweater and tucked it into your drawer in your and Grim’s upstairs bedroom. Your random and cheerful humming halted as a wave of nostalgia and sadness washed over you.

🍂 Fall cleaning suddenly made you remember that you weren’t from Twisted Wonderland; that your chaotic yet somehow-now-beautiful life at Night Raven College could change someday or fade away if Crowley ever found you a way back to your world.

🍂 You then thought about how you had taken on so many tasks and basically worked your butt off everyday just to be able to live on campus. Running around doing Crowley’s tasks, dealing with students’ Overblots, making sure more students weren’t Overblotting…the list went on and on.

🍂 Your thoughts led you to wonder what your world was up to right now; if people in your world were also doing fall cleaning. What were your family or friends doing without you right now? How were they doing without you?

🍂 Even though you found family in your friends from the various NRC dorms, in Grim and the Ramshackle ghosts, and your partner Leona, your heart ached for the world you once knew that was changing seasons without you.

🍂 Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and before you knew it, you ran out of your room and down the rickety wooden staircase. You almost stumbled at the bottom, causing two of the Ramshackle ghosts (I named them Ramsey and Allen -🍓) to pause their chores.

🍂 “Where are you going, Y/N?” Ramsey hummed as he wiped away the dust on the glass lanterns that hung on the hallway’s walls.

🍂 “Yes, what’s wrong, dear?” Allen gazed at you in concern with his translucent, robin-egg-blue eyes. The two ghosts then noticed your tears, but before they could approach you, you ran past them and out the door without a word.

🍂 Your footsteps thudded on the cobblestone pavement as you ran away from Ramshackle and out onto the main path of campus. You continued running, passing the almost-barren trees with orange and yellow leaves and the students bundled up in coats and sweaters, which were all but a blur.

🍂 Soon, your feet halted inside the unoccupied Mirror Chamber, and you stared at the Dark Mirror before you. The mirror that brought you to Twisted Wonderland.

🍂 “Why?” you sobbed, breaking down in front of the ancient mirror gilded with carved motifs of a golden crown and two serpents facing opposite of each other on either side of the crown. “Why did you bring me here? Why me? You could’ve chosen anyone else to bring to Twisted Wonderland besides me. Why am I here?”

🍂 The mirror’s ebony glass only answered you with its painfully silent reflection of you in tears. Below the mirror, a four-tiered royal-purple fountain filled the silence of the chamber with gurgles from its poison-apple-green liquid.

🍂 “Will I ever find a way back h—,” you cried, but before you could say “home,” someone’s familiar footsteps at the door greeted you.

🍂 “I knew you would be here.” You turned around to find Leona leaning against the door frame, his hands tucked in his school uniform pants pockets. “When I arrived at Ramshackle to help ya clean, Ramsey and Allen told me ya ran off somewhere in tears.”

🍂 Without another word, Leona approached you. He wrapped one arm around your back to pull you gently into a hug and used his other hand to stroke your hair. As you buried your face into Leona’s marigold school uniform vest, your tears flowed freely down your cheeks.

🍂 “I still don’t understand why the mirror brought me to Twisted Wonderland!” you sobbed as you clung to Leona.

🍂 Leona didn’t interrupt you; he only nuzzled the top of your head and rubbed circles onto your back. He wanted you to let everything out: your frustrations, your sadness, your pain…all of it.

🍂 After a few minutes of letting your cries echo throughout the Mirror Chamber, Leona spoke up. “I don’t know why you were brought here, either,” Leona replied in a soft tone, flicking his summer-green eyes up to the still Dark Mirror. “This isn’t gonna sound so reassuring, but the Dark Mirror probably brought you here for a reason. It doesn’t make mistakes on who it brings to Night Raven College. I’m not sure what the reason to why you’re here is, but the only thing I’m sure of is that I’m thankful the Dark Mirror gave me the chance to meet you.”

🍂 You brought your head up from Leona’s chest and gazed up at him with tears that fell from your chin and onto his vest. Instead of wiping away the tears on your face with his leather-gloved-fingers or a handkerchief, Leona leaned down to kiss your tears away. It wasn’t very effective, but his light kisses tickled your cheeks and made you giggle despite yourself.

🍂 A tiny grin grew on Leona’s face as he heard your giggles, and he continued to kiss your tears away. You pulled away from Leona to cup his face with your hands. As you stared into the warm summer-green eyes of the person before you, the person who became one of your best friends and one of the most important people of your life, you broke into tears once more.

🍂 You thought of the moments you shared with Leona, with your friends like Ace and Deuce, and with Grim and the Ramshackle ghosts. They all weren’t your family by blood, but they sure as heck were your family by heart.

🍂 Even if you might never find a way back to your world, or even if you did, remembering that you had an army of people who would always love and support you in Twisted Wonderland made you feel less worried about your unpredictable future.

🍂 “Leona,” you whispered, a smile of hope and thankfulness cracking on your face. “Thank you.”

🍂 Leona brought his hands up to yours to hold them. “I’m here for you. Don’t forget that,” Leona nuzzled his cheek into your right palm. “Now let’s go home to get that fall cleanin’ done. Ramsey said he’d teach me how to make your favorite soup for dinner.”

🍂 The Ramshackle ghosts loved you like their own, and they also loved Leona (who was practically like their child-in-law at this point). Leona had to admit that he enjoyed the ghosts’ company as well (you and Leona liked to learn more about Twisted Wonderland history from hearing the Ramshackle ghosts’ life experiences).

🍂 “Home?” you wiped your remaining tears away with one hand as Leona took your other hand to guide you out of the Mirror Chamber.

🍂 “Whether it’s Ramshackle, Savanaclaw, or Great Seven knows where, to me…home’s where you are,” Leona turned around at the door to gaze at you with all the love and adoration in his eyes, those summer-green eyes that never failed to make you feel warm, safe, and loved no matter how many seasons would pass by.

🍂 “I feel that way, too.” You gave Leona’s fingers a squeeze, to which he reciprocated. “Let’s go home, Leona.”

🍂 And with that, hand-in-hand, you and Leona returned home.

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Little notes:

🍓 This fic became wayyyy more self-indulgent than I meant it to be 🤧

🍓 I named one of the Ramshackle Ghosts “Ramsey” after “Ramshackle,” but I also wrote in this fic implying that Ramsey is the cook of Ramshackle. And then I suddenly thought of Gordon Ramsay, so I thought that was a nice coincidence-of-sorts lol.

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Twisted Wonderland Masterlist: Last Edited 09/07/25

(G/N) - Gender Neutral

(M) - Male

Unlabled - No reader included

📍- Headcanons

✍️ - Prompt

📝 - Short Scenario

Everyone:

Twisted Wonderland Characters based on how well I think they would Ice Skate 📍

Heartslabyul:

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle Rosehearts with and S/o who has Overblotted in the past (GN) ✍️

Savanaclaw:

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona Kingscholar with an S/o who has Overblotted in the past (GN) ✍️

Other:

Fellow Honest:

Resting(G/N)📝

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Twisted Wonderland Reactions to S/o who Overblotted in the past

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A/N: I thought this was an interesting prompt since I wanted to get an idea out I’m not using anymore about my twst MC overblotting before the events of the story. Some things that I put into this prompt are inspired by my OC. So much potential for angst :3

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Also spoilers since the prompt discuss overblots and the beginning takes place after Book 4

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Character(s) in Prompt: Leona Kingscholar

The S/O is gender neutral

Goes by they/them pronouns

Also referred to as Y/N, Partner, Herbivore

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Content: S/o has an argument with Crowley and ends up admitting that they overblotted prior to attending NRC. Their partner happened to be close by to overhear this conversation occur. Their reactions take place right after S/o finishes speaking with Crowley

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Warnings: S/o snaps at Crowley (as they should), mostly angst in the beginning but turns into fluff, S/o implies at the time of overblot they were struggling with mental health issues, and also states they were alone when they overblotted, S/o is Yuu of this world but with magic but still unable to find their world, S/o is stifling/crying after speaking with Crowley, as their overblot still affects them, S/o implied to have been very attentive to their respective partner after their overblots (Partner first putting it off as them worrying but it’s that and also has personal experience with dealing with the after effects)

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He takes a quick glance at his phone and thinks to himself how Y/N is a few minutes late to their meeting spot. Planning on spending time with one another as soon as classes concluded for the day. Being slightly annoyed at how they were currently speaking with Headmaster Crowley.

Knowing how his partner felt about Crowley, and from his own experiences attending NRC, it didn’t sit right with him to let them go alone. Even with their voice popping into his head about ‘how it will be fine’ and ‘I just need to quickly speak with Crowley, maybe he did find something’ he started walking towards the Headmaster’s office.

As he got closer to the door, his first instincts are to turn and push the door open but stops himself knowing it would disturb the planned meeting. But those thoughts quickly flew out of his mind when he heard Y/N raising their voice in anger.

“Where were you?? I called you and you didn’t even bother to answer! I can’t believe I thought that there was a chance that you would help me.” The last sentence was said through gritted teeth, as they tried to calm themselves from completely becoming overcome with anger. That quickly dissipated once Crowley responded to these remarks. Attempting to sound cheery and lighten the mood.

“I was so busy looking for your world! So extensive that I had to ignore all my phone calls!”

“Bullshit! We both know you were lazing around enjoying winter break while I had to deal with another overblot of one of my peers. This isn’t even about my world at this point Crowley. I’ve accepted you don’t care enough about me, but I’ll never accept you not caring about them.”

“Of course I care! This is why I trust you to handle these types of situations so I can continue helping you. Isn’t that a great deal? Such a k-“

“Kind? How can allowing this shit to happen at NRC be kind? You have no idea what an overblot does to someone. How that baggage is still with the person after they come back from that? IF they survive it?”

“You seem to know a lot more than I expected, your experiences do come in handy when-“

“I don’t know this because of my time HERE! I know this BECAUSE I'VE OVERBLOTTED!” They slam their hand on Crowley’s desk and the room falls silent. With the occupant listening in behind the door too stunned to turn the knob.

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They overblotted before coming here?

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Listening in once again, he hears his partner speak once more. No longer hearing the piercing anger he had heard before, but a soft cracked tone desperate to get the words out.

“I can’t let them be alone like I was Crowley, they would have never survived if they were. I got lucky.” They sniffle, quickly removing the fresh tears from their watery eyes. “I-I need to go, don’t look for me.” Fast walking towards the exit, the Headmaster making no attempts to stop them. Looking on as the upset prefect headed towards the door.

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Leona Kingscholar:

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….What?

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His Herbivore overblotting? It wasn’t something Leona ever thought he would learn about them. And they were alone? He hates to admit it hurts him to know that they weren’t around anyone when this happened.

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‘If they hadn’t survived, he would never have-‘ he stops himself. He’ll go into a spiral if he keeps thinking of what might have happened in their past.

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Besides, he can hear the door quickly turning, suddenly finding his shaken partner surprised at his presence. They try to wipe their tears to no avail. More keep replacing the ones that are wiped away. His ears flatten at the state his partner is in. Leona knows he needs to be a source of comfort, like they always are. 

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He takes the handkerchief that is on his uniform into his hands and lightly dries any tears that he sees on their cheeks. Having them take the cloth into their own hands as he guides them away from the Headmage’s office.

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Thinking the botanical garden would be a good place to put their mind at ease like it does him, but scratches the idea. It wouldn’t be the best idea to go somewhere with the possibility of being bothered. So he aims toward his own dorm. Quickly texting Ruggie he doesn’t need to come to his room today so the both of you are guaranteed to be undisturbed.

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Heading towards his room, he makes sure no one is giving you any odd looks. Though it’s a given you are respected, with your reputation at the school and being Leona’s partner is a good combination. He double-checks anyway to be clear on your importance to him.

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Entering Leona’s room, you both immediately head to his bed. A ritual at this point after school. Though a bit different, he can see the familiar schedule unrelated to work calm you slightly. He starts to attempt to make you more comfortable, aware he isn’t used to doing this for another person. Leona knows he isn’t the best at giving verbal comfort, as he is often blunt with his words, so he has always preferred to show his care for you through his actions instead. 

Wrapping you up in any of your favored blankets that are currently on his bed. He wants to get more (Have Ruggie clean the ones under his bed) but Leona doesn’t want to divert his attention from you in your hour of need. Taking you into his arms, he sits under the covers as you lay in his lap. You can feel Leona gently tracing circles in your hair. Holding you closer when you lean into the delicate touch. 

Leona doesn’t really know what he is doing, thinking to himself.  He was just doing what you typically do when he gets sad. It’s rare to see you upset about anything, remembering this school put you into survival mode. Even with the friends you have made here, they wouldn’t be able to do much even if they knew the extent of your pain. He’ll never admit it to anyone, but he almost cried when you thanked him for buying basic necessities after you became friends with him. And after you started dating, he quickly started to despise Crowley as much as you did. More so than he used to. Mentally noting to make Crowley’s life as annoying as he does yours. He will not get away with making his herbivore upset again. Not on his watch. 

Taking a long breath in and then out, he needed to calm his mind once again before he got distracted from comforting you. Looking down, he saw that you had fallen asleep in his arms. At least temporarily you wouldn’t have to think about what happened today. So when the time comes that you are once again awake, crying or not, he plans to soothe you the best that he can. 

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A Guide to Writing Inclusive Reader-Inserts

I’ve been really fired up about what @renniecirque has been posting about recently, and I want to do everything in my power to help promote inclusivity in the TWST fandom, as well as every other fandom that people write for. So below, I’ve compiled a comprehensive list of literary elements I use in my writing that make writing for characters of all backgrounds, sexualities, genders, races, and appearances much easier and much, much simpler.

1. Second Person Perspective

Alright guys, this is a big one, and the quickest way to make a big immediate change in your reader inserts. In my opinion, this should be the standard for all reader insert writing, and I’m surprised by how little I see it. I acknowledge that people may use first and/or third person for preferential or stylistic reasons, and that’s okay. But if that doesn’t matter as much to you, then I highly recommend switching to second person in all your works.

How to use:

Address the reader with you/yours pronouns when writing the narrative. It’s genderless, easy to stick to, and most importantly, it creates a genuine connection between the real-life reader and the person they’re acting out in the story! In my experience, all of the best reader inserts are written in second person.

Even if it’s an explicitly stated reader insert, hearing the word “I” used when referring to the reader can create this sense that you’re reading someone else’s experience. And that’s not the point! You want to enable your reader to immerse themselves fully into the story and without feeling awkward or like they’re intruding. I know it may be hard to get away from writing in first-person if that’s what you’re used to, but I can promise that even with a little bit of effort, it can be easily fixed. It’s also a helpful exercise for writing in different perspectives!

This also makes it unnecessary to use pronouns for the reader at all (except when they’re being referred to in dialogue—but you can easily work around it by avoiding pronouns altogether when referring to the reader, and when it’s necessary to make that distinction, call them by name). You’ll find this will be a lot easier to differentiate the reader’s actions versus the characters’ actions. And it also makes it unnecessary for you to use placeholders for names like (y/n), MC, Yuu, etc in every other paragraph, so the writing overall looks more cohesive and professional.

This is also done in mainstream visual novels such as Obey Me!, The Arcana (technically uses first person, but there are seldom gendered pronouns) and Twisted Wonderland. The player hardly ever gets referred to by specific pronouns in favor of the characters calling them by name, and even with specific pronouns, the default is they/them. Personally, I always use gender neutral terms in my writing, as sparse as it may be. Because the great thing about it is that it can apply to anyone and everyone, since it’s neutral!

Overall, this is the quickest and easiest way to make your writing more inclusive!

2. Forgo Descriptions of the Reader

I am a huge advocate for a person’s appearance, gender, and inherent personality traits not having any impact on whether or not it’s possible for them to be loved, especially in a reader insert fic. But descriptions are everywhere—how can you get away from the age-old sea-blue eyes, the ivory skin, the voracious curves that have become the cornerstone of all your reader insert stories? Well, I can promise that it is indeed possible.

How to use:

I get it, you’re used to describing the immediate features of a character you’re introducing, which is expected, and what you should be doing! But it can be off-putting to a potential reader to read that the person they’re supposed to be has traits that they don’t have. However, the use of second person perspective as described previously does a good job of getting rid of that need for you! The reader already knows what they look like, how they act, you don’t need to tell them. By all means, keep descriptions of other characters—they’re necessary for development and visualization. But by using second person, you implicitly establish that everyone already knows what you look like, act like, etc; and even if they don’t, it’s not told from their perspective!

But say you still want your reader to have certain features—an attractive face, a timid demeanor, a charismatic presence—as it has an impact on the plot. There are ways to do that without stating those exact things specifically. Show, don’t tell! I know you’ve probably heard this from English teachers, journalists, and writing advice articles, but in practice, it can make or break your story. Don’t say that they’re pretty, show people in the halls pausing to take a second glance at them as they pass. Don’t say they’re shy, show their reluctance to speak up in class. Don’t say they’re charismatic, show the way their friends’ faces light up when they enter a room, the way their peers stare in rapt attention when they speak. This not only makes it easier for the reader to better imagine themselves in the scenario, but it strengthens your writing overall.

3. Labels and Tags!

While I may be a huge advocate for gender neutral defaults and ambiguous descriptions, I’m also a huge advocate for writing whatever the fuck you want. You wanna write for a reader with specific characteristics? Do it! A certain scenario that only applies to a niche group of people? Have at it, my dude! And if a person doesn’t like it, it’s not your problem; they can keep scrolling. But guys, I genuinely cannot express the importance of telling your readers what they’re getting into before they start. This is the internet, and anyone can post anything—trigger warnings and SFW/NSFW tags exist for this very reason. Once something is read, it cannot be unread. But labels and tags aren’t just important for explicit scenes or abusive relationships in a story; the little things matter, too.

How to use:

Include gender of the reader, even if it’s just implied, in the title or description. This kind of goes without saying—if it’s a male reader, tell people it’s a male reader. If it’s a female reader, tell people it’s a female reader. If the reader is gender neutral or gender is not mentioned, tell people it’s gender neutral! And yet, all too often I see people posting fics centered around an explicitly stated female reader without tagging it as such. It really is a simple thing to add, and I promise, it won’t effect the views and popularity of your posts; if a person doesn’t like it to begin with, they’re going to keep scrolling. More than anything, this saves the reader from having to start a fic only to be put off by the wrong pronouns, and (if used with the previous two devices) it saves the writer from having to add in gender-based terms. You could also skip specific labels and just include the pronouns used when referring to the reader.

Include if there are explicitly stated features. If you’re writing specifically for a certain group of people with specific traits, tag it as such! And if the specific trait doesn’t have an impact on what happens on the story, I promise you, it does not need to be included at all.

I’m sure there are plenty of other things that people can do to promote inclusivity, but I’ve found these three principles to be the most effective while also being the easiest to remember. And even if you’re not used to writing in second person perspective or without explicit descriptions of the reader, there’s no harm in trying it out! If you decide you don’t like it or it’s too difficult, you can simply stop. In the long run, it will only make you a better writer.

I would apologize for this being such a long post, but I’m really not sorry; I could talk rhetorical analysis and literary devices all day. And if you scrolled this far, I can only assume you do, too. I’m afraid that Roy Peter Clark (a renowned journalist and the author of Reading Critically and Writing Well, which I highly recommend) has entered my bloodstream directly, and I simply cannot shut up about this kind of stuff. I may not be a professional, but writing has been a passion of mine for years, and these things are just my take on ways to improve your writing.

I’d love for this post to be reblogged as many times as possible, especially if your platform is heavy on fanfiction writers. Inclusivity will never not be important.

Feel free to comment your own advice or ask questions!

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Twisted Wonderland characters based on how well I think they would ice skate

As someone who loves ice skating, this was fun to come up with.

Skates Elegantly

Jade, Vil, MALLEUS, Riddle, Rook

Skates Normally

Leona, Cater, Epel, TREY

Is skittish but manages

Ruggie, JACK, Jamil, Silver

Holds onto the wall for dear life

Grim, IDIA, Kalim, Deuce

Says they can skate but the second they start they immediately trip

ACE, Azul, Sebek

Doing their own separate thing (We just accept it)

LILIA, Ortho, Floyd

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In light of the recent PostPlus nonsense tumblr is trying to pull, here's a reminder that monetization of fanfiction can lead you to legal trouble. On Ao3 it's against the TOS to even mention any money-sending site at all because of the conditonal protection they offer.

Putting your entire fanfiction blog behind a paywall is like pointing a neon sign saying "please sue me". I bring this up specifically because tumblr mentioned fanfiction in the post that they made and that is going to leave a lot of people misinformed.

Remember: Do NOT paywall your fanworks.

And rest assured, my blog will never be pay-to-read, even if this weren't a fanfiction blog. I think the whole thing is ridiculous.

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My dudes it’s canon!!

Genderfluid Loki is here BABYYY

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Happy Birthday to the Avatar of Pride 🏳️‍🌈

Here’s a playlist for the demons who are slow burn pining for one another

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Miguel’s story has finally come out :D

Please enjoy this playlist I made for him