If This Overgrown Kitty Cat Dont Leave The Premises Eisis Im Calling Animal Control

If this overgrown kitty cat don’t leave the premises eisis I’m calling animal control 🥰

october writing prompt #5 - obsession + cuddling

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character: leona kingscholar, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Cuddling with Leona was as natural to you as breathing, at this point.

He was constantly whining and nagging about needing you, his little herbivore, to come and help him have a good nap. If you liked him any less, you would be annoyed.

But, unfortunately, you didn't have it in yourself to be truly irritated with the man. A terrible decision, on your part.

Why?

Well, simply put, because he always took advantage of it.

Dragging you out from classes whenever he pleased, making Ruggie fetch you whenever he liked, and worst of all - greeting you in Ramshackle as if you didn't distinctly remember locking the door only a couple hours ago. As if you had given him a key, or permission to come and go as he wished.

Sighing, you greeted him, a frown tugging at your features as you saw how the lion was sprawled out on your couch.

"Herbivore," He greeted back, a purr rumbling through him as he sent you a lazy, self-satisfied smile. "What're you doin' back so early? Ya miss me?"

"You wish." Is the huffed out reply as you put your things from throughout the day down, begrudgingly joining him and falling into his warm embrace. "Crowley pulled me out of class early for more chores. Got 'em done fast cause I wanted to rest before Grim got home."

"Perfect." Leona hums in contentment, burying his head into the crook of your neck and rubbing his face against you - you had heard that it was a beastman scenting thing, but you still hadn't asked about it before.

When you brought it up now, though, tired and curious, you weren't entirely sure it was right to ask.

The lion's voice sent shivers through you when he let out a dark, cocky laugh, letting you just hear his smirk. "Silly herbivore... it means you're mine." He hums as if it's that simple, as if there weren't goosebumps on your skin from his tone of voice alone.

"Anyone who knows anything, knows not to touch you. Tells 'em that they're in for hell if they do. Let's 'em know how obsessed I am with you."

RIDDLE THROWING HANDS

Carrying the Dorm Leaders

Part one // two // three

— Heartslabyul

— Savanaclaw

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october writing prompt #15 - fantasy + lazy morning

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character: jade leech, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

If you were his, Jade knew exactly how he would treat you.

Of course, he'd make you his eventually, but that was neither here nor there. He'd indulge in his fantasies for now.

He'd wake you up with loving touches, caressing your face and pressing a light kiss to your forehead, watching you come to wakefulness with gentle eyes. In a perfect world, he wouldn't have to wake you up at all, but you both have responsibilities.

Once you're awakened, he'd whisper sweet nothings to coax you into getting up, all smiles at the sight of your dazed state.

You were always cute, of course, but tired and waking up in his arms? All the more.

He'd prompt you to shower whilst he went to make breakfast, lamenting that he couldn't treat you to breakfast in bed but making every morning a special occurrence nonetheless. You'd come out just as he finished brewing the tea, or coffee, or whatever you'd prefer.

He hadn't found out your favored drink yet, but all in due time.

Jade would seat you at the breakfast table, tame your hair and press a kiss to the edge of your lips, then set breakfast in front of you.

You'd thank him, sleep still on the edge of your voice as you looked at him all fond - not even noticing the hearts that he had in his eyes for you, like usual. He'd sit next to you - not across, never across, that would be too far - and soothe your worries of the upcoming day with that gentle tone of voice he knew you liked.

He always saw how you bit your lip when he used it, after all. He hadn't teased you for it, just because he didn't want you to stop making the lovely expression.

He loved seeing how he affected you.

If only these things could be in more than just his fantasies... but, he had things to do. He'd tend to you soon, and it wouldn't be long until you were in his arms.

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october writing prompt #16 - heart

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character: silver, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, stalking, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Silver had always known there was something different about the way you drew him in.

Like a moth to a flame, he couldn't help but find his way to you. No matter what he did, or how much he tried to ignore his feelings, it always came back to you.

Though, he probably should've known by now that hearts will do as they please without concern for any logic. Watching you now (as he had many times before, admittedly), in the position he was, he had no choice but to admit that to himself. Finally.

Observing you had come easy to him.

It was instinct to glance your way whenever in your presence, noting whatever was going on with you that day and absentmindedly detecting any relevant information.

Which, really, could be anything.

He could consider anything about you to be the 'most important'. You were his world, his gravity, his heart. You were his fate. Anything you shared, even unwittingly, was just meant to be.

Though his tendency to fall asleep was a bit of an obstacle, Silver knew that it would all come together soon enough anyways.

You were his heart, and he was yours. Obviously. You just didn't know it yet - that was okay. He'd help you realize.

Proof of your connection was only solidified by the little things he found that you left behind, surely supposed to be offerings to make you two all the closer. You just seemed to be shy about talking face to face - he was fine with that. He could wait.

He had all the time in the world, if it was for you.

No matter what came between you, fate was sure, and that was all that mattered to him.

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I read the title and already knew this ginger aang wannabe was gonna be capping

october writing prompt #17 - hanging out

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character: ace trappola, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, aggressive ace, implied murder plotting, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Hanging out with Ace was something you did often - you two and Deuce were often seen as inseparable, but honestly you couldn't say you were all that close with the navy haired male.

You weren't sure whether he didn't like you, or maybe the friendly rivalry between the two Heartslabyul first years just wasn't as friendly as most people thought. Whatever the reason, you'd be an idiot if you didn't notice how Deuce seemed to be avoiding you lately.

It was... honestly starting to make you a little sad. You quite liked him, but it seemed like it wasn't reciprocated.

Bringing that up now, while casually lounging in Ramshackle with Ace, you couldn't help but notice how the red head's face twisted with confusion and maybe even a hint of frustration.

"Whaddya doin', always bringin' him up?" His words slightly slurred with his harsh tone, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. "He ain't worth any of your time, you know. You got all you need with me here with you, don't you?"

Even explaining that you missed him, and that you didn't understand why your trio drifted to a duo in the first place didn't seem to help.

"What? Who cares, it's not any of our business why he decided to stop hangin' around." Ace scoffed, shaking his head and roughly grabbing your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye and see his unconcealed irritation. "Ya like him or somethin'?"

There's nowhere to hide how you tremble a little at the eye contact, quickly diverting your gaze and willing yourself not to blush at the question.

It doesn't seem to work.

The red head sneers, finding your silence as just as much of an answer, letting you go and standing up with obvious anger. You tried to protest, deny the accusation and smooth things over, but it was too late. Ace wasn't stupid.

His rough exterior only emerges further when he grabs you by the arm, looking at you with a crazed glint in his eyes. "Seriously? I do everything for you and you fall for him?"

"What's he have that I don't, huh? I saw ya first, you're supposed to be mine! I'm the one that's been here for you, haven't I?" He sees the fear on your expression and clicks his tongue in frustration, unruly in the way that he pulls you flush against him, grip unrelenting and giving you nowhere to go.

He's too blinded by his rage to notice the way you flinched and how you shook in his hold, fearful of his sudden aggressive behavior, having no choice but to be forced into his warped version of a hug.

"Tch... just you wait, I'll get rid of him, he won't be an issue anymore. Without anything in the way, ya don't got any choice but to love me. Just like how I love you~"

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I think his design is my favorite so far