That's When I'm Gonna Stand Up, Take My People With Me Together We Are Going To A Brand New Home Far

That's when I'm gonna stand up, take my people with me ✊🏾 Together we are going to a brand new home 🤝 Far across the river can you hear freedom calling? 🗣🗣🗣 Calling me to answer gonna keep on keepin' on 🤞🗿

october writing prompt #18 - locked + vacation

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character: riddle rosehearts, twisted wonderland

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

"Oh, don't look at me like that, rose. Just think of it as a little vacation, won't you?" Your captor coaxed, sweet as honey as he peered down at you, gentle smile a sharp contrast to the shackles around your wrists.

Struggling does nothing, it hasn't since you got here, but you still tried anyways.

Whining and shouting both did nothing, and crying was rewarded with nothing but more time with him. Riddle wasn't quite the person you expected to do anything like this, taking you away, but maybe you should've.

His need for control, his possessive and delusional behavior, that look in his eyes when you first stood up to him. They were all just warning signs for what was to come, in hindsight.

But, you know what they say about hindsight.

"I wish that you'd just come to understand my thoughts, my lovely rose." He sighed, crouching down in front of you and lightly caressing the side of your face - you had long since learned that moving away did nothing but frustrate him, so you stayed put, even trembling as you were. "You know I just want the best for you."

"I could be so much more lenient with you if only you followed the rules... They're there to keep you safe, my love."

Riddle frowned at your silence and your watering eyes, settling down beside you and carefully running his hands through your hair - he couldn't ruin it, of course, he had styled it ever so meticulously for you this morning. Only the best for you. Everything he gave, and everything he did for you, only reflected that.

"It doesn't seem you'll be coming around anytime soon..." He exhaled with exhaustion, letting his head rest against the wall behind him and looking up at the room he had painstakingly created for you.

The silence lasts long enough that you think, just maybe, that he might be coming around to the idea of letting you go as you had so begged.

"That's alright... I have all the time in the world for you. We'll get through this little rough patch, rose. You'll understand soon."

...Wishful thinking.

I want him dead but I also want Itadori alive and

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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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october writing prompt #7 - accident + sick / injury

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character: jamil viper, twisted wonderland - others mentioned

contains: oc used as main character - not an x reader, slight yandere themes, male main character

view the oc here. for basics, he's more or less a black panther beastman (referred to as hybrid, as they are different things, but similar) named yuujirou. you can read the fanfic i'm writing for him here (quotev) or here (ao3).

Looking at the serpent in front of him, Yuujirou couldn't help but purse his lips with just a hint of distaste - nothing against Jamil, of course, but rather against what him being here meant.

You see, it wasn't exactly an ideal situation that the hybrid found himself in. It never seemed like it was.

Kalim had drug him into attending one of Scarabia's infamously spontaneous parties last night, and Yuujirou had ended up becoming ill. Not that he minded - leaving the gathering early was all but a blessing.

But, today, he was unfortunately made to stay home. So, here he was in Ramshackle, resting as much as he could without having Grim in his sights. He hadn't been expecting Jamil, evidently, especially with the blankets he had draped around him like a cloak, and his obvious bed-head.

"...So. Kalim sent you?"

"Yes, he insisted upon it." Jamil sighed, his stony façade breaking as he studied the panther with sharp eyes, relaxing in his presence and adjusting the items in his hold. Likely, a form of apology from Kalim. "Where has Grim gone off too? I thought he'd be taking the day off from classes as well."

He seemed fine for the most part, the serpent noted, despite how urgent he had been to just get out last night. For a moment there, he had even seemed like he was going to run out without any supervision to ensure that he would recover.

Everyone knew how impossible it was to find the hybrid when he wanted to remain hidden, so Jamil had been tasked with coaxing him back to Ramshackle - something he took pride in doing well even if it had led to him seeing the more concerning notes of last night.

The hybrid had been sick, violently so, and dazed beyond belief. It was something... far from comforting to see, knowing how sharp and present Yuujirou was at all times. Keeping him focused and cooperative was nearly impossible, but somehow, he had figured it out. A fact he was quite proud of - and one that had depressed Kalim to no end.

The panther hummed lightly, bringing the other back to the present, relaxing at the thought of his cub and gesturing for Jamil to come sit at the dining table with him.

"Jade offered to look after him for the day when he came by with Floyd this morning. He was quite upset when he heard that I wouldn't be there to help him stay entertained today, and when it came up Jade mentioned that it was the least he could do since I'm ill, with how much Floyd clings to me."

Jamil took a seat parallel from him, but cringed at the mention of the eels. "I truly... do not understand how you and them get along so well. But, I suppose that's not truly my business... It's likely better that you don't have to watch Grim while you're recovering, anyways. He must be a handful."

A nod from Yuujirou, and a thoughtful hum, even if he wouldn't have described the kit like that himself he couldn't deny the statements truth.

There's a moment of comfortable silence, both of them relaxing in the quiet company, and then shuffling when Jamil starts to present the things that he had brought with him.

"...I did my best to help Kalim select things that you would find useful, but I wasn't sure if there was any differences in medicines between beastmen and hybrids. If anything is out of place, let me know." His tone is clipped, but not unfriendly, and Yuujirou nods in understanding as his tail lazily swishes behind him.

"How are you feeling? Really, I'm unsure of how this even happened - I'll ensure that I find the mistake and amend it accordingly. If there's outside work to blame, I'll correct whoever thought to do this."

Yuujirou cocked his head at the sudden dark tone that Jamil's voice took, attentive as he looked at him with curious eyes.

"I'm sure it was just an accident, Jamil." He soothed unintentionally, not even noticing how much the serpent softened upon hearing his smooth voice. "That, or perhaps it was just something I'm unused to. There's many foods like that here, I've found... And, combined with the noise..."

It's the others turn to be curious, this time, full attention affixed to the hybrid in front of him at the casual admittance of what seemed to be a continued issue.

"Oh?" He prompted, but upon only receiving a nod, continued. "That seems that it would be quite a possibility, as well... Perhaps I'll have to ensure that you're able to experience more of the cuisine of the Scalding Sands..."

"And of the noise... I wish there was more I could do." Jamil sighs heavily, a wrinkle on his nose to go with his distasteful expression.

His eyes flick to Yuujirou's ears, almost hidden in his messy black hair, before focusing back on his face. Looking closely, one might've noticed his pupils dilate ever so slightly and how the slightest flush creeped up to his cheekbones, betraying his true emotions. He truly did care for the hybrid, didn’t he?

Clearing his throat, he regains both his train of thought and his composure, and continues. "As fond as Kalim is of you, I'm not quite sure that he'd give up on getting you to attend his meaningless celebrations."

Jamil doesn't bother to hold back the undercurrent of disdain in his voice as he normally would, sighing with a roll of his eyes, being rewarded by an affirming hum coming from Yuujirou.

"...I'm sure we'll work out a solution." Is what he decides upon answering, nuzzling into the blankets around him without much a thought, not even paying attention to how the serpent's heartbeat quickened as he sighed out in obvious contentment.

"I'd like to go back to resting, I think." The panther states after a few more moments of silence, blinking and rubbing his slightly bleary eyes. "You're free to take a break and stay at Ramshackle for awhile, if you'd like. It would be nice to have some good conversation."

Visibly lighting up, Jamil agrees before he can stop himself, and decides that it won't be so bad to get a bit behind on his tasks.

As long as he gets to stay with Yuujirou, and see this vulnerable state that few others were allowed to, he would be happy. It takes a moment for him to gain his composure, but once he does he helps the hybrid back up, letting him lead the way to the couch.

They spend the next while in comfortable quiet conversation, lazing as much as they could afford, soon falling into much needed sleep in each others company.

This will be quite the sight for whoever stumbles into them, hm?

Only time I’m gonna say

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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