See, This Random Person On My Feed Gets It

See, this random person on my feed gets it

zoro being the only straw hat who got to meet both ace and sabo was totally on purpose btw oda ships zolu he told me himself

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."

AWAY FROM MY SON, SNAKEY 😔

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?

The gasp I gasped

october writing prompt #9 - love letter

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character: jack howl, twisted wonderland

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

He... wasn't sure how it ended up like this.

Jack just wanted to get closer to you, honestly. But... when he saw others getting more and more friendly with you, he couldn't stand it.

Worse was when he found another first year writing a love letter for you, even asking him to proofread it and tell them if he thought you would like it. He... couldn't control himself, then.

It wasn't his fault, really!

He just... had to do something to get the situation under control. He was sure that you'd forgive him if you found out, wouldn't you? You were always so good to him, there's no way that you wouldn't.

But, you know, for safety... he'd never let you figure it out.

At some point, he gets the smart idea to find ways to make others avoid you. Some threatening, some rumors, what difference did it make. As long as you were all his, it didn't matter.

And of course, you'd have to lean on him if he was all you had.

Jack couldn't wait to make that happen.

And while he waited, he would be satisfied with the way his fellow first years faces turned white whenever he found them doing anything distasteful... they shouldn't even be allowed to look at you with their filthy gazes.

He was just protecting you, didn't you know?

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Someone put this man in therapy

october writing prompt #13 - sweet

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character: idia shroud, twisted wonderland

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

Idia knew that he was always going to be seen as a little bit pathetic, and he had long since made his peace with that - if it got him out of talking to people too often, he'd even count it as a blessing.

He just... wished that it didn't extend to you.

You were more excitable than him, sure, but you were different. Even though you were 3D, he felt more for you than he ever had for anyone animated.

It was odd, to say the least.

But... instead of shying away from you like he wanted, Ortho had somehow caught on, and now you two were together more than ever.

And the worst thing? He liked it.

He liked talking to you, and watching stupid movies, and seeing how you lit up when you talked about Grim. You were usually busy, thanks to that useless crow of a headmage - but he could change that easily enough. A couple emails or a few malfunctions on his computer and Crowley was busy enough to leave you alone.

You were sweet enough to go along with Ortho whenever he wanted you to meet with Idia, sometimes even bringing Grim, and the older Shroud just couldn't turn you away.

He tried, at first, but eventually it was commonplace for you to swing by as you liked and just watch movies with him, though you usually ended up chatting with him through it.

Anyone else, and he would've been mad at them for that.

But it was you.

And, as much as he hated it, he couldn't help but be obsessed with you. He'd thought about accessing cameras in Ramshackle more than a few times, though he never went through with it, trying to respect your privacy.

Each time he thought about it, though, and thought about seeing you so much more, acting how you did in private, his resolve got a little weaker...

Would you act the same at home? All bubbly, smiling and happily doing chores like you did when you helped other people?

Or would you finally let the act fall, letting yourself be greedy and relaxing like you clearly needed to?

Idia thought that he would kill to see you be selfish for once.

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Writing prompts, October edition ✨

Cw: implied drugging, plot twist ig, Deuce is. Very. Pathetic here. Enjoy??? Gn reader

3. Drool+Holding Hands ft. Deuce Spade

Deuce didn’t know how to handle himself when it came to you.

It was as if his body had worked on its own, moving closer to snuggle into yourself, taking in the scent of comfort that seemed to pour out of you with each passing moment. Entwining his fingers with yours, marvelling at how well they fit with his. The sheer amount of euphoria this experience granted him pushed him over the edge, shakily falling onto your lap, dizzy

“Redacted… do you love me?” He whispered out, shuddering at the feeling of your cold fingers tracing his neck

“I will always love you, Deuce.” The sweet smile on your face held every drop of adoration you had in store for this… puppy of a man you had wrapped around your arms

Sure, it took a little… nudging, for him to finally get over how shy he was, but you were patient. You’d wait for years if it meant that Deuce would be yours. Slipping small, unimportant doses of love potions into the lunches you worked so hard on for him was simply a precaution. Dealing with all those overblots sure gave you at least some sense as to how this world worked, and having a cute and loyal partner to help go through tough times together was certainly the least you deserved.

Deuce didn’t know how to handle himself when it came to you. And you were well aware.