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Malleus 2
Summary: Nonetheless, this was love. This was your type of love, entirely different than the one he felt towards you. He would never say this was any less precious.
(Okay okay, so I have a very heavy fascination towards unrequited crushes(that stay unrequited) due to the fact that I was on the receiving end of one(that also lead to a flag being raised regarding my aromantic orientation). It was baffling to me at the time that anyone would feel those things and feel that way that strongly towards me. Of course, I rejected. Never was one to give pity dates. If I’m not interested, than I’m not interested. Anyways, the process of moving past that crush, of clearing up the pink clouds in your eyes and eventually finding a new normal again fascinated me. To me, it was a most beautiful growth to witness. Sooooo…yeah. I like unrequited crushes that stay that way, none of that “actually requited unrequited crush” tropes. I don’t see enough narratives that properly explore that type of growth.)
(Anyways, Prefect is aromantic here. Also, reminder that what actions categorize as romantic, platonic, and queerplatonic differ from person to person, so you’ll be seeing my version.)
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Lilia 3
Summary: From one vastly older immortal to a younger one, as they try and remember a far off lullaby through a music box.
(More eldritch prefect au! Just more lore for the audience! Tis a very somber mood, angsty probably. I never did make the Eldritch Prefect’s age clear did I? Well, here ya go!)
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Octavinelle 1
Summary: It’s time to feed these weird little sea creatures that Crowley got for you from who knows where. Since when did you become the local dump off point for strange creatures?
(Hahahahaha housepet au, basically. Everyone is an animal hybrid, they’re all small and can be mostly held, and it’s just meant to be a cute and adorable au. I do have a Sanctuary AU that’s darker and involves rehabilitating the (full sized) boys in Night Raven Sanctuary in hopes they’ll remember themselves and take back control over their magic and their human form. But for now, we get cute things. Please, don’t be afraid to ask questions.)
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Floyd 1
Summary: Floyd has been put in the shame bucket. He wanted to bite, then he'll be punished for it.
(More house pet AU cause it disappeared from the tags AGAIN. So you're getting a Floyd being put in the bucket of shame.)
You were cleaning the underside of the tank's lid when Floyd jumped out and latched into the side of your hand.
You hissed sharply, feeling his sharp little teeth sinking in, thankfully not chewing but.
"You little..." you refrained from any harsh language but nonetheless, you grabbed him like one would do a squeaky toy. This was the third bite this week and you weren't going to suffer a fourth one. "You're getting the shame bucket."
You pull him out of the water, ignoring the protesting squeaks he was making as you walked all the way over to the bucket Crowley handed to you when he first gave you the three little squirts. Said something about it being enchanted? Eh, you don't know, you rarely listen to him unless it was something money related.
The water in it was as clean as ever and you had no problem sticking Floyd in there like a sponge. You sat down on a chair place right next to it, pulled out your phone and set the timer for a good thirty minutes. Torture for anyone else with short attention spans, but you had your phone for entertainment.
Floyd doesn't. Sure, he could try and jump out but his fins and strength were useless on land. One time he tired jumping out to get back in the tank but you just found him lying there, flopping around as he made angry little chirps before just, crawling back into the bucket to huff.
Like he's doing right now. His arms rested on the rim of the bright yellow bucket, his tail splashing around as he glared at you.
You narrowed your eyes. "You know the drill you little moray. Sit, behave and we'll both have a nice time."
You can say for sure that the shame bucket works because when you first got him, you'd have at least four bites every day. If there's one thing you know about Floyd, it's that he hates boredom more than anything.
Azul 1
Summary: He wouldn’t stop crying and escaping his tank. So, you scooped him up, and held him as you sat by a bathtub filled with warm water. It soothed little Azul right back to sleep.
(House pet au once more! I was in a caretaker mood so here ya go, Prefect soothing an Azul.)
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Malleus 3
Summary: There was a tapping on your window. Outside, on a lofty tree branch, you see the lone wandering dragon, waiting for snacks to be served in his makeshift leaf plate.
(Of course he would be here. Once more, house pet AU, so he's very small.)
You've grown so alert to the many noises of this house that any little sound that you didn't recognize would wake you up into immediate alert. Even the soft clicking against glass was enough to jerk you awake, vague thoughts of danger making themselves known without the logic to back them up.
Did the fish tank crack? Was Jamil struggling against someone? Was the garden being ransacked? What about Leona and the others?
But then you would remember you had security installed--a favor from both Crowley and Kalim--and so you calmed down.
You looked over and saw a small, pale face on the upper corner of your window, luminous green eyes shining back at you as fireflies landed on the creatures horns.
"Oh," you sighed out, rubbing your dry eyes, "you're back again."
The little mini dragon has been visit for a while now. You still don't know his name or if he belongs to anyone, so you've been just calling him Hornton to keep things simple. You're not good with names. Most of the names that belonged to the pets in your house have either been already named or given to you as per Crowley suggestion.
Well, little Hornton doesn't seem to mind. And neither did you. He's certainly better company than that cat that comes around. He tried to eat Riddle when he was just a little roseling.
You got up, reaching for the mini fridge to bring out some cold boiled eggs. You don't know if he had a special diet or not, but he seemed to like eggs. And honestly, that's all you had the energy of making. He's a weird little dragon, eating things as cold as they are.
You opened the window, taking a few seconds to enjoy the breeze as Hornton jumped off the branch, landing perfectly on his little scaled feet, leaf plate at hand. Proper little guy for someone so odd looking. He didn't have much human-ish skin, just his face, the front of his torso and arms. Everything else was dragon like, covered in scales with a thick long tail.
But still, adorable in a weird way.
You didn't have a knife but you pulled apart the quail egg into smaller, manageable bites before putting them on his plate. He plopped down and started to eat, never letting the plate touch the floor.
"Here ya go, buddy. Sorry I couldn't make more for you." You patted a finger between his horns, watching his eyes narrow slightly in delight. And you know this because you've seen his anger. Lot of green fire.
Well, at least he's incredibly well behaved compared to the rest of your little guests. Weird little visits help you to make yourself some little things here and there to eat when you can't be bothered to cook a lot.
"I'll make you something better next time, okay?"
YUUJI SLANDER IS A GO
If you're not too busy, can I request a fluff prompt with yuujirou and azul. It can be anything you want
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yeah, of course! enjoy! :)
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character: azul ashengrotto, twst
contains: oc used as main character - not an x reader, fluff, 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).
"You are... quite endearing, when you're half-asleep, I have to admit." Azul sighed out, looking on with fond eyes at the panther cuddled into his side.
It wasn't a usual sight - in fact, it was quite abnormal. The only reason that the two of them were in this position was because Yuujirou had volunteered to help out at the Lounge after hearing they were having some struggles with new hires from the Tweels, though he wasn't... the best, at it.
No, alright, that was an overstatement.
Yuujirou was absolutely terrible as a waiter. And as a chef. And even as a busser. He wasn't any good at anything, here. He clearly wasn't made for it.
At some point, Azul had to send him back to his office with an excuse of needing help sorting some contracts. Thankfully, that, he was at least okay at. The octo-mer knew it was kind of him to volunteer and appreciated that, truly, but he just... didn't know how to deal with him.
Surely, he could eventually be taught, but not right now. And certainly not in the middle of the rush they were in earlier.
"Mm?" The panther give a little chuff of interest, nuzzling his head into Azul's side as purrs started to rumble through his frame. "Warm..."
It's with a huffed out breath and warm cheeks that he smooths his hand over Yuujirou's head, running his fingers through his hair and smiling when he heard his purrs kick up louder.
Relaxing into the moment and how... comfortable, the scene made him feel, Azul starts lowly humming and watching as the hybrid drifted off fully.
If only he could stay like this forever...
He’s so sad it’s kinda cute
october writing prompt #24 - desperate
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character: malleus draconia, twisted wonderland
contains: yeah i don't know what to label this as, funny tho, malleus slander, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader
Malleus.
Really, that was all you had to say. Malleus.
An interesting character, truly. One that you would never see in this position, begging for your time and attention in all that he did. Even if it wasn't obvious to others, once you saw those mannerisms, there was no way to ignore them.
"My love, won't you please just stay with me?"
It's with a sigh that you fix your companion a straight look, absolutely done with him. "Malleus... I just need to go switch the laundry. It'll be five minutes at most. Can you not just wait?"
He seems to pout at that, his eyes gaining a glossy sheen as if he would cry if you left.
"Dear child of man, don't you know that even one moment away from your presence turns into thousands for me? My soul can not bare being parted from you, lest I fall into sickness with the only cure being your company. You complete me, my darling treasure, if only you could see that..."
You roll your eyes before you can stop yourself, scoffing and turning away from him without a second thought.
"Stop being dramatic before I tell Sebek you're here." You start to walk away, not even pausing when you hear Malleus start to overdramatically sniffle, trying to get you to come back.
His constant pleading for your attention was cute at one point but now it was just annoying - thankfully, you were able to tune it out easily with time.
Especially when you would be back with him in mere moments - his flowery language turning from sweet to ridiculous by now.
october writing prompt #25 - lonely
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character: ruggie bucci
contains: reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader
You never were quite sure what to think of Ruggie.
He put on a brave face, almost constantly, but you could see through it. You could see his frustration at his position, at Leona, even at the campus as a whole.
More than that, though, you could see his loneliness.
You weren’t sure why no one else seemed to notice - maybe they didn’t care, maybe they didn’t know how to help, maybe they just couldn’t see it. It didn’t really matter though.
Not when you could see the pain he held in his heart, and not when you could do something about it.
If no one else would step up to help him, the sweetest boy you knew, then you’d just have to do it yourself.
You tried to start small. Occasionally offering him snacks you ‘couldn’t finish’, or intentionally being roped into helping him with his tasks for the day. You weren’t the most well off either, but you didn’t mind. You were used to sacrificing some for Grim, anyways, what was one more person?
Though, to your displeasure, he must've noticed what you were doing as he started doing the same thing for you.
From the outside looking in, it must have looked like some weird type of courting, the both of you aggressively pushing food on the other with thinly veiled threats if one of you weren't taking care of yourself.
And, soon enough, it even... started to feel like that for the both of you.
Little exchanges at lunchtime became sitting together the whole time, joking threats turned to quick-witted flirting, and excuses for giving food to the other soon dissipated.
All this, to say, you two slowly found yourselves growing closer and closer, affections growing and swelling. It wasn't long until everyone knew how close you were, and, well - Ruggie wasn't lonely anymore, now was he?
october writing prompt #26 - dnd (but i take it as do not disturb)
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character: sebek zigvolt
contains: yandere themes, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader
"Prefect!" Sebek bursted in through Ramshackle's doors, the epitome of panic. "I'm-! ...Huh?"
You looked up from your spot, on the couch with a snack in hand, slowly bringing your hand up to wave hello with a confused expression. It wasn't abnormal to see Sebek around, and sure he was loud, but he never really bursted in like that.
Usually, he'd at least knock. Or, at least, when he wanted your attention.
Keeping you oblivious to his midnight visits was the best for both of you, after all. How else would he keep you, but a human, safe?
"What're you doing here?" You questioned, a quirk to your brow as you slowly get up from your spot, heading over to greet him properly.
"Well- I. Uh." He stutters over himself, sheepishly bringing a hand to the back of his neck. "You... weren't responding to my texts. So I... wanted to make sure no ill fate had befallen you."
It's with obvious confusion that you send him a look, judgmental in the way that you reply. "Ill fate? I just had my phone on do not disturb, Sebek, calm down. What could even happen? You knew I wasn't gonna be leaving Ramshackle today."
"Exactly!" He straightens up, ready to argue if the expression on his face counts for anything. "If you weren't going anywhere, and weren't replying, I thought that something must have happened!"
He continues before you get any chance to get a word in, passionate with the accusatory tone in his voice. "Why would you put your phone on silent? You know I worry for you, human! There's many things, even in an average household, that could conquer your weak body!"
Sebek only grows more intense when you roll your eyes, ranting further and forcing you into listening to his lecture.
Hopefully, this wouldn't take too long...
Can I request about Yandere Ace with prompt 4?
absolutely! i love that funky little dude he’s so fun to write. especially as a yandere <3
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character: ace trappola, twst
contains: yandere themes, blood, implied violence, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader
for a random event - see link here for request rules and here for the masterlist
“Is it really so obvious how infatuated I am?” Ace’s eyes are dark as he studies you, madness and love mixing all together into one.
“I mean, I know you’re not oblivious, but still… you weren’t supposed to find out so soon.” He sighs, humming a little tune under his breath as he steps closer to you, blood still coating his hands as he grabs your waist and forces you closer with a smile entirely too gentle for the scene. “Oh well. It was going to have to happen eventually, wasn’t it?”
Your lips are almost touching by the time you come to your senses, eyes wide as you stagger backwards, trying to look anywhere besides the scene behind the ginger.
“Aw, what? Are you squeamish, darlin’?”
Ace chuckles, his grin twisting with something akin to malice - sadistic pleasure, maybe, and he cages you against the wall.
“You don’t have to worry about them, you know. They were just… getting in the way." He hums, leaning into your space and letting out a blissful little breath.
"So I fixed it. For you. For us.”
His words are only emphasized by the crazed laugh that rips its way from his throat, and before you know it he's tilting your chin upward with a bruising grip. Your eyes meet, and it's like he doesn't even recognize the pain in your expression as that soft smile appears back on his face.
Ace leans down, pressing a kiss to the edge of your lips, letting out a lovestruck sigh when he backs off, seemingly satisfied by that bit of contact. It's really as if the scene of gore behind him never happened.
“You’re just… so lovely, don’t you know?”
Mmmmm boy had me shivering in my boots
Let me be basic for once in my life, #2, Malleus :D
yeah ok fine you deserve it. this is your one allotted malleus request this month.
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characters: malleus draconia, twst
contains: slight yandere themes, fluff, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader
for a random event - see link here for request rules and here for the masterlist
"I was made to love you."
Malleus' gaze is intense, piercing right through you, and you can't help the slight frown that shows at his words.
"What... do you mean by that?"
He sighs, as if he expected it to be obvious, and he steps into your space even when you move back. "My dear, dear child of man... How could you not know?"
"I mean that all of my world, turns only for you. You are the one that I wake for, and the one I wish to lay with as the moon hangs in the sky. There is nothing that I would not do for your affections, and nothing I would not do if you simply gave the word. You, dearest, are all that my life revolves around."
When you flush and start to protest such sweet words being thrown your way, he only shakes his head, and you're forced to share even more of your personal space when Malleus leans in, staring you straight in the eye with a look you haven't seen from him before.
It's... distracting, to say the least.
The fire in his eyes looks like it would consume you, if you gave him the chance. Like if you weren't careful, you could just as easily be trapped in this mad love. If you just succumbed to him, even once.
"Do you understand, my love?"
"You are all that I am, and just as easily, I would love to become all you are... to become irrevocably in love, tied together as one whole and strangers to the world beyond each other. Is it not a tempting thought?"
#5. With Jamil, maybe? It's giving Scarabia but leaning more so on Jamil than Kalim but Ionno
hm jamil is on thin ice. idk why but i just haven't been vibing with him lately. sorry snake boy. though you wouldn't guess it from this LMAO
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characters: jamil viper, twst
contains: a bit ooc but he's in love so it's fine, fluff, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader
for a random event - see link here for request rules and here for the masterlist
"You are... everything." Jamil sighed out, and if you weren't to look further into his tone, you would think he was annoyed by that fact.
"Everything?" You question, eyebrows quirked in confusion as you look at Scarabia's vice dorm leader, a bit confused by the suddenness of his statement. You two were just in the kitchen together - he was at the stove, making a soup of some kind for Kalim, and you were sitting on the counter after promising to clean the spot once you two were done.
"Everything." He confirms with a surety that you've come to associate with him, and you feel your cheeks getting warm at the resolute confidence he has in making that statement.
You're oblivious to the way that Jamil glances over at you, a smile playing on his lips when he sees how you're shyly looking down with a pink flush, that little comment affecting you more than he would've thought.
"Come here." He prompts, interrupting your fidgeting and gesturing you over. When you try to stutter out something about how he can't just say that, he rolls his eyes with a scoff. "Get over here before I change my mind."
That's all it takes to have you all but running over, and he wraps one arm around you without any warning, pulling you into his side as he plants a kiss to your cheek.
Pink cheeks get pinker, and you can't help but protest, but all Jamil does is laugh and it doesn't take long for you to join in.
And, what a sight you two were, supporting each other as you giggle, a secret little moment of pure adoration that no one would be able to interrupt. It was simply... lovely.
hello! can i request prompt 1 with leona?
absolutely you can! thank you for the request <3
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characters: leona kingscholar, twst
contains: reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader
for a random event - see link here for request rules and here for the masterlist
"Are you really so oblivious?"
It's with a scoff and a glower that Leona regards you, rolling his eyes when he sees no change in your doe-eyed expression.
"Seriously? Stupid herbivore..." He sighs, even as he softens slightly, roughly pushing your head down as he ruffles your hair. "You've got no business looking to anyone else when you have me."
"Huh?" You question, oblivious to what the lion was talking about. "What do you mean, looking to anyone else?"
"I mean, quit gettin' other guys to help you out. Just ask me."
If you didn't know any better, you'd think Leona to be blushing, and you smile a little. Of course he would be the kind to get jealous - you don't know how you didn't guess it.
It wasn't like you had done much - just asked Ruggie to help you out with an assignment dealing with linguistics as you knew it was his forte. You hadn't thought anything of it, but apparently Leona saw it as a statement of some kind.
"Awe, is the kitty getting jealous?"
"Tch." You don't expect him to huff and pull you in close, clinging onto you with a scowl. "And what about it? You're my herbivore. Ain't no reason for you to put your attention on anybody else."
You can feel him smirk against you when you don't say anything else, and you know that he thinks this means he won this little argument.
"Lulled into rest
with Lilia Vanrouge"
He swore he'd never fall for any human. It would only bring sorrow and misfortune, should he lose you. Besides, you simply couldn't grasp the gravity of a situation with a fae lover.
Yet, he still stared, mesmerized.
Silver was fast asleep in the commons of the Diasomnia dorm with his lap. He was completely relaxed as you lulled a soft melody. If he had human ears, there's no way he'd be able to hear such a quiet and serene song.
He'd only ever witnessed such a peaceful rest from his son while in his own arms. So why? Why did you have this effect?
He heard a soft chuckle behind him and recognized immediately that Malleus was behind him. "Have you noticed? They are trying to earn their place in our family. They have everyone under their spell, despite having no magic."
The shorter of the two went rigid.
Everyone? Under a mere human's spell?
"Even Sebek is at ease in their presence, so why is it that you're so guarded, Lilia? Are you perhaps.." he bit his tongue, "scared?"
Yes, he was. Very
I heard this song come on my recommended and I just couldn't help but think of Lilia Vanrouge
for @venaue
technically, this goes out to everyone who participated, but ven just set the ball rolling to actually write abt this
The heterochromatic eyes look down at the screen, they’ve been staring for quite a bit now, they were changed out of their special, birthday suit, they got a text from their local prefect.
the moonlight and stars of the outside was the only source of light, Iyad sat on their bed, they haven’t moved in a minute, it could be disturbing if you were in the room with them.
iyad scanned the screen again, almost checking if this was a real thing. it made them look like they’ve never gotten a praise before.
iyad has gotten compliments before, he wasn’t dying from jeers or anything. iyad always simply felt indifferent to these type of things.
but today, today was.. today was wonderful.
all the friendly gestures, the enthusiasm, and even if not everyone won at the gacha pulls that Azul had so generously hosted. iyad still couldn’t ask for more.
seeing this right before the clock strikes midnight, it ties everything they experienced from the moment they stepped right out of this bed.
now they have to wait another 365 days. but if it means they get to relive this, then they’d wait even more, just to feel this level of warmth and comfort again.
as iyad puts their phone down, they lay their body on the soft mattress, the digital texts burned into their heads as it joins the other carvings in their head that were made today.
all the memories that were made, they were being interlinked with one another, the ribbons of laughter and grins tied around a box that was to preserve the pictures and frames of comraderie and love, to be stored in Iyad’s heart forever.
sitting inside like a present, waiting to be opened.
idk what possessed me to write this but the nap i took today is fucking me over so bad.. anyway
here ven!! idk, this post made me smile and i thought that Iyad would like to see it too :)
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for @venaue
technically, this goes out to everyone who participated, but ven just set the ball rolling to actually write abt this
The heterochromatic eyes look down at the screen, they’ve been staring for quite a bit now, they were changed out of their special, birthday suit, they got a text from their local prefect.
the moonlight and stars of the outside was the only source of light, Iyad sat on their bed, they haven’t moved in a minute, it could be disturbing if you were in the room with them.
iyad scanned the screen again, almost checking if this was a real thing. it made them look like they’ve never gotten a praise before.
iyad has gotten compliments before, he wasn’t dying from jeers or anything. iyad always simply felt indifferent to these type of things.
but today, today was.. today was wonderful.
all the friendly gestures, the enthusiasm, and even if not everyone won at the gacha pulls that Azul had so generously hosted. iyad still couldn’t ask for more.
seeing this right before the clock strikes midnight, it ties everything they experienced from the moment they stepped right out of this bed.
now they have to wait another 365 days. but if it means they get to relive this, then they’d wait even more, just to feel this level of warmth and comfort again.
as iyad puts their phone down, they lay their body on the soft mattress, the digital texts burned into their heads as it joins the other carvings in their head that were made today.
all the memories that were made, they were being interlinked with one another, the ribbons of laughter and grins tied around a box that was to preserve the pictures and frames of comraderie and love, to be stored in Iyad’s heart forever.
sitting inside like a present, waiting to be opened.
idk what possessed me to write this but the nap i took today is fucking me over so bad.. anyway
here ven!! idk, this post made me smile and i thought that Iyad would like to see it too :)
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“he loves me, he loves me not” (small snippet of me writing)
seeds of sick adoration ripped and thrived in his throat, tears of bittersweet honey ran down their tanned cheeks as they hunched over the garbage bin.
their grip on the bin was as deadly as the grip the disease had on their poor body.
white daisy petals slicked with blood and saliva, they stained all that they touched, harmed the body they grew within.
pollen coughed and heaved its way out of the scarabia student’s body, iyad wasn’t allergic, but this time pollen was deemed fatal for them.
for every time they met eyes, another seed was planted.
for every conversation they shared, the sprouts would extend to stems.
the dreadful silence between the pair would act as bees, buzzing to nurture the growing vines, encouraging them to bloom flawlessly.
the botanical properties fought endlessly to leave iyad’s throat, leaving them bruised and poisoned for their fault.
iyad’s mind spins as the haunting story that implied that flowers, the flowers tell you if he loves you or not.
iyad looks down at his garden. he closes his eyes. 5 white, blood stained petals.
“he loves me…”
“he loves me not…”
“he—“
”Iyad?!”
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how is it? is it good or cringe
anyways, none of my ocs are safe from me💗
tag list: @venaue @babyghoul138 @beneathsakurashade /nf i just wanted to have some moot opinions
“he loves me, he loves me not” (small snippet of me writing)
seeds of sick adoration ripped and thrived in his throat, tears of bittersweet honey ran down their tanned cheeks as they hunched over the garbage bin.
their grip on the bin was as deadly as the grip the disease had on their poor body.
white daisy petals slicked with blood and saliva, they stained all that they touched, harmed the body they grew within.
pollen coughed and heaved its way out of the scarabia student’s body, iyad wasn’t allergic, but this time pollen was deemed fatal for them.
for every time they met eyes, another seed was planted.
for every conversation they shared, the sprouts would extend to stems.
the dreadful silence between the pair would act as bees, buzzing to nurture the growing vines, encouraging them to bloom flawlessly.
the botanical properties fought endlessly to leave iyad’s throat, leaving them bruised and poisoned for their fault.
iyad’s mind spins as the haunting story that implied that flowers, the flowers tell you if he loves you or not.
iyad looks down at his garden. he closes his eyes. 5 white, blood stained petals.
“he loves me…”
“he loves me not…”
“he—“
”Iyad?!”
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how is it? is it good or cringe
anyways, none of my ocs are safe from me💗
tag list: @venaue @babyghoul138 @beneathsakurashade /nf i just wanted to have some moot opinions
reflection in the water
genre: carla angst, childhood reflections
notes: written in he/him pronouns to not confuse anyone- this is like a week old
his soft fingers outlined the spiral design, his eyes could be mistaken for a mirror with how clear and wide they were.
like a still puddle, the reflection is as still as you make it.
silence pools the atmosphere
silent like the day they shared together after he was captured.
after he was rightfully taken away from him.
it was rightful. there were perfect reasons for why.
so why is he still here? looking at the same thing with that same gaze.
the shell scratches his fingertips with questions and hatred
his finger itches with uncertainty as he can't speak a word, like the words only spiraled and watered down further down into his stomach.
sitting like a still puddle in his gut.
the water is too dirty and the sky is too dark.
there is no reflection.
notes: hehe like it? can you guess the meaning? listened to christmas kids while writing