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This was requested but the ask disappeared but I took a screenshot of it so @fungifanart this is for you. I also split it in two because of how long they are. I had trouble writing this prompt for some reason? I hope it doesn't affect the quality and didn't stray too far.

Content: Scenarios, Unamicable break ups: EX-boyfriends described as controlling, disrespectful, jealous, violent and mentioned to have cheated. Not all in one scenario. Songs aren't written down in scenarios, characters are friends with the reader. established friendships, platonic leaning, hurt/comfort(?), angst/fluff. I'm not that good at angst.

Nicknames:

Kalim calls reader: Habibi

Leona calls reader: Little Mouse/Squeaks

Reader info: masc reader(terms like boyfriend will be used), he/him pronouns(maybe a slip up of they/them), reader written to be part of their dorm. Reader's band is like a niche popular. Whether it was made before or after NRC changes on scenario, No bodily mentions(shape, hair, ECT.). Is good at singing.

Reader is characterized as:

Kalim- Disliking talking about themselves and things that upset them. Avoids being even a minor inconvenience. Doesn't like upsetting others, Athletic?(a one-off joke)

Leona- Easily emotionally overwhelmed/burned out(?). Knows Jack and is on friendly terms.

Kalim Al Asim:

CW:food mentions(none consumed), Sad Kalim. A partner who controlling, jealous and verbally abusive is mentioned but not in-depth.

As soon as Kalim heard that his dormmate's band was having their first concert since the beginning of the NRC academic year, he bought tickets for Jamil, his Light Music Club co-members and himself. It was a bit away but Kalim didn't want to risk it.

Jamil raised his eyebrow at Kalim as his phone alerted him of the receipt for his concert ticket. Kalim didn't notice right away as he typed messages to Cater and Lilia to ask if they got the tickets.

Finally catching his look Kalim smiled sheepishly.

"We have to go support him! As both his friends and dormmates," Kalim attempts to plead for his case. Jamil sighed. Kalim acted like he had any say in this. Jamil just continued sorting through balances writing down the tickets Kalim just bought. Someone had to keep track.

Kalim was very excited about the concert. It was the only thing he could think about during his time in class. Upon returning to his dorm he went to his room to plan out his outfit for the concert. Jamil had excused himself to do prep for dinner and start his assignments.

Kalim idly hummed shifting through his wardrobe. The jacket I wanted wasn't in this one. Maybe Jamil knows where it is. Kalim begins the trek to the kitchen. He's focused on the question, repeating it in his head. Sadly this was no use as upon seeing another in the corridor the question escaped his brain.

"Heeey! I'm so excited for the concert. I ordered tickets as soon as they became available," Kalim gave a big smile full of teeth. Gold jewelry clanking against each other as he waved.

Short of acting spontaneously deaf he couldn't pretend to have not heard Kalim. Turning around to see his Dormleader fast approaching tensing when Kalim almost crashed straight into him but caught himself right before.

"It's very sweet of you. You caught me at an inopportune time. I just received bad news and I wouldn't want to burden you with it."

Kalim blinked watching his friend speed walk away. His friend is upset and he doesn't know why!

"It's not a burden! We're friends and friends help each other. Why are you running?!?"

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Kalim walked into the kitchen with a pout. Jamil spying him stashed all the dangerous utensils away from him.

"Something the matter?" Jamil asks brows furrowing concerned Kalim got hurt in his absence. Jamil scanned over Kalim's visage. Other than being a little disheveled, Kalim was looking fine. Kalim watched Jamil cook as he explained why he's upset.

"Then they ran from me. I ran after trying to see if I could help but they shook me off. Slid down one of the curtains from the second story."

Kalim said it so casually Jamil had to pause his actions to look at him. One, two seconds pass before Jamil returns to his task.

"Maybe they just didn't want to talk about it right now and didn't want to upset you by saying it." Jamil says while giving the contents of the pan a stir.

"Why would it upset me," Kalim asks. Jamil's various memories flash through his head like a slide projector.

"It's just a thought. Let them come to you," Jamil turned to Kalim, hoping it'll distract him enough to leave their poor dormmate alone. Empty air greeted him. Jamil let out a full-bodied sigh laying his upper body on the counter. He stayed there until he's reminded of consequences as the smell of burning fills his nose.

Kalim pouted working on his homework with Jamil. The later was kind of envious. Their dormmate had successfully avoided Kalim for an entire week.

"Jamil, do you know what happened to him?" Kalim looked up from his history work.

"I won't confirmed or deny," is the only response Jamil gives.

"Am I the one that upset them? Did I do something that's taboo in their culture, did I-" Jamil cut Kalim off.

"It's not you who hurt him. Let him work this out on their own. Give him time. What if you ask him at the concert?" Jamil fakes a thinking face. Kalim nods tucking the advice away for now to focus on his homework. He passed off the distressed furrow of his brow as stress from the work.

Kalim forgot to ask Jamil about the jacket.

Lilia had promptly tossed his jacket at him within microseconds of Kalim having a hint of a chill.

"I've survived subzero temperatures in only my delicates, I can survive a slight chill." Lilia said when Kalim expressed worry. Everyone hopes that it's a joke. Cater occupied in his phone is then wacked with the parasol Lilia carried. Forcing him to have to step aside to use is phone camera to readjust it.

Jamil searched in his bag for sunscreen he'd already applied some but knows Kalim nor Lilia has even glanced at a bottle today. He'd seen Cater zealously put some on earlier. After Kalim sheepishly applied his share. Jamil handed it to Lilia

"Why thank you. How kind of you to care for my porcelain complexion," Lilia teases accepting Jamil's offer. Kalim took Lilia's umbrella holding it up to keep the sun off him. Jamil judged the application before shoving the sunscreen back in the bag.

"We should get in before someone steals our seats!" Cater says waving the hand holding his phone to gather their attention.

"Yes, We should." Jamil guides them down the aisles.

"Thanks for getting us tickets. It was a pleasant surprise," Lilia says. Cater makes an affirmative hum in agreement.

"I hope they have cute merch," Cater comments as they reach their row.

"They probably will. They have an Octavinelle band member after all."

"Do you think The Monstro Lounge get a cut of profits?" "Probably."

Kalim scanned the stage then, slumped in his seat as he didn't see them. Cater spies this; constraining his expression he smiled continuing his conversation with Lilia.

Kalim perked up in his seat. "There they are!"

The group turns to the stage. Jamil places his hand on Kalim's shoulder to keep him in his seat.

"Am I allowed to record?" Carter's question is left unanswered as the band starts their introduction.

Some of the crowd was leaving, others talking amongst themselves, and the rest lingering around the merch trying to decide if they should buy some. Jamil turned his focus for a moment together the group's supplies.

I should have Kalim reapply his sunscreen, Jamil thought slipping the bottle out of his bag.

"Kalim,.. " Jamil makes eye contact with Lilia. Looking around it was just them. Did Cater take Kalim to get Merch? Jamil hoped at least. Scanning the tables where the merch is sold be didn't see them. Of course.

"Excuse me, Lilia, I need to find Kalim." Jamil slips the bottle of sunscreen back into the bag. Lilia pouts.

"Yes, yes, abandon the old man to the wastes." Lilia laments. Jamil turns to deny that intention before realizing.

"You're in on it. You don't know Kalim like I do. Kalim will never forgive himself." Jamil felt a little silly scolding Lilia. He just didn't like his work to be wasted along with unappreciated.

"Oh? Is that so? Would Kalim be happier not knowing? Yes, maybe. But is it right to deny him growth in relationships and his self?" Jamil squints at Lilia. Lilia is just stalling, he affirms.

"Have fun!" Lilia calls as Jamil storms off. He turns to a stranger, "Youngins and their emotional turmoil am I right." They just went along not knowing how to respond to that.

It was just them, Cater saying he'd hold the fort. Kalim wasn't fully sure what he meant by that but gave a nod. The air was stuffy in the backstage room, the silence awkward.

"I'm sorry for avoiding you, Kalim."

"No, no, no it's okay. I shouldn't have tried to get you to open up when you weren't ready. Do you feel better know. Singing emotional songs help me feel better so I hope you feel better." Kalim smiled. Immediately dropping it when he didn't get one in response.

"I did something wrong didn't I?" Kalim asks.

"No. That's why I didn't want to talk to you about it. You'd blame yourself."

"I don't understand. Please-"

"I broke up with my boyfriend."

Kalim was slack jawed and wide eyed. Shock slowly turns to understanding. He'd been the one to introduce them.

"Can I ask, why?"

"He was fine at first. Nice even. He waited few months then started being controlling, when I didn't listen to him he started saying things. Both about me and others. I wasn't going to take that and dumped him."

"I didn't want you to blame yourself for what happened because we wouldn't have gotten together because of you."

"I understand, Habibi. I do feel a little guilty but appreciate you telling me.."

"It's okay. People hide the worst parts of themselves until they can no longer. It happens." They give eachother knowing looks.

Awkwardly, Jamil cleared his throat. Cater, in the doorway behind Jamil, looked apologetically.

"We should eat!" Kalim chirped. Cater catches on promoting them going to a nearby restaurant. "It only uses local ingredients and has bomb presentation." Cater hooks his arm around Jamil guiding him back out. Kalim paused trailing off them to pull his friend into a hug. Gently holding his arms Kalim gives them a soft squeeze.

"Invite your band mates to join us!"

Kalim listened attentively to the explanation to how the song was written. How some lyrics were actual things he said. The Ignihyde student straight out pulled up some texts he sent. Though this earned some concerned and worried stares. Where did he get these?

Lilia gives Jamil a smug look. Jamil refused to give him the satisfaction of emotion.

"Do you feel silly? Perchance a little goofy?"

Jamil ignored the prodding. Maybe Lilia would get tired. Lilia didn't get tired. Cater documented it.

Leona Kingscholar

CW: food mentions, cheating partner,

Leona knew this scenario was bound to happen but had it have to be during his siesta? He opened one bright green eye and a swivel of his ear to signal his attention was being given. His ear returned to its resting state after hearing the info he already knew. Rolling to his side he lazily waved to the space next to him.

"Sit down or I'm going back to sleep," thinking about it Leona's tempted. Shifting of cloth and the thud of weight hitting the ground. Taking a breath pushing down an 'I told you so.'

"Tell me about it. I need to know how bad I should beat them," Leona said. It was a joke but the silence started to prompt a reconsideration of its validity as a joke.

"He cheated on me." A monotone voice filled Leona's ears. Too emotionally tired to express his emotions. Leona lets a few moments pass before trying to change the topic.

"The herbivore's herd came tromping through the botanical garden the other day. Real interesting conversation about your band. Playing a concert soon. Surely not true, a Little Mouse would have told me if it was. I'm not going to make fun of your bad music," Leona voice was even with a little amused lilt conveying he wasn't truly upset .

"Didn't think you'd be interested."

"I'm offended. An excuse to leave Night Raven College without having to see my family. There's an after party right?"

"We usually do."

"Good. I also get food. The trinity. No school. No family. Yes, food. Speaking of food," Leona says, standing up with a stretch. "Let's get food right now. Don't worry this time is on me."

Leona was surprised that the invite allowed a plus one. He figured might as well bring someone. That someone ended up being Jack Howl. Who was trying to stay stoic as he looked around.

Jack could take care of himself so Leona wandered the venue avoiding the large groupings of people.

He made his way towards the stage. Any objections we're silenced by a sharp glare. He probably could get a quick rest.

Leona groaned as he is semi-violently shook awake. Jack had found him and starts explaining why he woke him up. Leona stopped him.

"Ssh. Squeaks is about to address the crowd." Jack looked confused ear turning towards the stage hearing his dorm mate being to explain that they'll be debuting new songs during this show. At least he started to before the crowds enthusiasm drowned it out. Jack relented nonetheless.

Leona glanced at Jack's bag of merch.

"You got something for yourself?" Leona halfheartedly pointed at a shirt peaking out of the bag.

"I can support whomever I like." Folding the bag to hid the evidence. Jack doesn't remove his gaze from the stage. Leona now amused moved his attention to the stage.

Oh. He's singing now. Has he actually heard him sing before? Jack seemed enraptured. He must have never heard him sing either. The scrunch of Jack's face scrunched as he digested the lyrics.

"Leona, did something happen?"

"Yeah, their ex cheated on them."

Jack balked.

"I asked if I could tell you. He said if it came up I could."

Jack nodded. Leona could see some gears turning. He's going to have to compete to get to him first.

Leona invited himself backstage. The band members looked startled exchanging glances with one another. Most shrugged. The drummer made sure to shake his head and make it clear that he did not invite another groupie backstage. Again.

"He's a friend of mine," the members looked at their lead singer before continuing their tasks. Most packing equipment into their cases.

"Got the voice of an angel. Brought tears to my eyes. Hypnotized me to get a shirt," Leona teased hoisting the article up for him to see.

"It's too small for you though."

"Maybe I wanted a crop top?..." Leona sighs catching the unbelieving expression from both his friend and their eavesdropping band members.

"You got me. It's for Ruggie. I was going to bring him along but something came up that one of us had to stay behind. I brought that goodie two shoes Jack instead. Apparently his younger siblings like your music and he wanted to get merch for their birthdays."

"That's-" Leona interrupted, "Don't finish that thought." He let him finish packing up.

After parsing that the other band members were gone Leona leaned into his eat.

"You can still let me get the guy if you want," Leona withdrew at the look he was given holding his hands up. Ruggie's shirt laid over his shoulder. "Please say yes or Jack is going to beat me to it."

Leona followed, being invited to ride back to NRC on the bus. Jack had already been joinked but the Diasomnia band member.

"Oh, I got an album. Gonna play that one song outside you-know-who's room." Leona pulled the cd case from his back pocket.

"There's others that sleep there as well."

Leona mumbled a 'right.' He fanned himself with the case. Free arm pulling himself onto the van. Sitting in a vacant spot he used his nails to tear the plastic and pry open the case.

"Would ya sign it, maybe get the others to sign it as well for Ruggie," Leona asks, letting him take it from him. "Maybe sign some of Jack's stuff. It's for his siblings. Big fans." Jack jumped at being addressed and went to deny the need even as he was halfway done already. Signature practiced under the guidance of their Octavinelle member. Jack let it go.

It was re-entering the dorm when Leona started attempting to convince him to fight their ex. Usually Leona would let it be but now it's more to make them laugh.

"Just a scratch. I'll make it count. A

I'll aim for the eyes."

"I'll think about it." Leona scanned for reaction. Jack just left for his room perplexed.

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shadows-writing-lounge · 5 months

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Sneaking over to Ignihyde to steal their instant cup noodles for chef activities.

Floyd tries to eat one dry, uncooked.

#not writing #twisted wonderland #twst

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shadows-writing-lounge · 6 months

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I assume Lilia's food concoctions are just things like Kendrick Lobstar. Last one I recall seeing was a Monster Mango Fiesta Instant Ramen experiment.

#not writing #lilia vanrouge #twisted wonderland

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shadows-writing-lounge · 7 months

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Some OC profiles (based on those in game) Includes my interpretation of Yuu. And others mostly to use instead of generic mob characters.

Note: I won't use Ocs in requests unless the requester approves or specifically ask for them.

Profile Format actual profiles under read more

Name Dorm:

Species:N/A Gender:gender(cis/trans)¹

Age:N/A Birthday:Might not be stated. (Sign) Height:cm(ft) Homeland:

Dominant Hand: Club:

Best Subject: Hobbies:

Pet Peeves: Favorite Foods:

Least F.F: Talent:

Special Attributes:If required.

Based on(if applicable)

Yasuda, Yū-保田, 悠 Dorm: Ramshackle

Species:Human Gender:Masc(Trans)

Age:Unsure/Variable Birthday:April 4th(Aries)

Height:170 cm(approx.5'7 feet rounded up) Homeland:Not Here Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous(favors left) Club: Newspaper Club (Crowley's behest)

Best Subject:Biology Hobbies: Scrapbooking, Flower pressing

Pet Peeves:Bad Manners Favorite Food: Shabu-shabu

Least F.F: Natto Talent: Good memory/fast at researching

OCs made to use in place of mobs/dorm residents.

Blair Wootton Dorm: Heartslabyul

Species:Beastman(Rabbit) Gender:Masc(Cis)

Age:18 Birthday: September 23rd(Libra)

Height:142 cm(4'8 ft) Homeland:Queendom Of Roses

Dominant Hand: Right Club: Track & Field

Best Subject:Animal Languages Hobbies: Collecting teasets

Pet Peeves: People wasting/being disrespectful of is his time

Favorite Foods: Edible Grass

Least F.F:Carrots Talent:Always being on time

Based on:The White Rabbit

Aldous Blythe Dorm: Heartslabyul

Species: Fae(Butterfly) Gender:Masc(Cis)

Age:??? Birthday: March 21st(Aries)

Height:160cm(5'3ft) Homeland: Not Known

Dominant Hand:Right Club: Science Club

Best Subject: Poison Making Hobbies: Gardening

Pet Peeves: Forgetting things Favorite Foods:Fruit Nectar

Least F.F:Soild Food Talent: Solving Riddles

Special Attributes:Has butterfly wings(I like to think of the Ulysses Butterfly)

Based On:The Caterpillar

Merton Brooks Dorm: Octavinelle

Species:Merfolk(Tiger Shark) Gender:Masc(Cis)

Age:17 Birthday: July 14(Cancer)

Height:191 cm (6'3 ft) Homeland: Coral Sea

Dominant Hand:Left Club: None

Best Subject:PE Hobbies: Treasure Hunting

Pet Peeves:Teamwork

Favorite Foods:Flounder

Least F.F:Kabayaki Talent: Crochet

Special Attributes:Sharp nails and shark-like teeth even in human form.

Based On:Undertow and Glut

Vilde Ursilla² Dorm:Ocravinelle

Species: Fae(Selkie) Gender:Masc(Cis)

Age:18 Birthday: February 14 (Pisces)

Height:152(5'8 ft) Homeland: Land of Dawning

Dominant Hand:Right Club: Magishift/Spelldrive

Best Subject:Magic Analyze Hobbies: Swimming, Sea Shell collecting

Pet Peeves:People touching his things without permission Favorite Foods:Sea Spaghetti, Sashimi.

Least F.F:Land Meat Talent: Weaving

Special Attributes:Has webs between fingers and toes.

Bryn Abbán Dorm:Diasomnia

Species:Fae Gender:Masc(Cis)

Age:??? Old Man Birthday:N/A

Height:183(6'5) Homeland: Port O' Bliss SW

Dominant Hand:Left Club: Horse-Riding Club

Best Subject: Conjuration Hobbies: ?

Pet Peeves: Being Disobeyed Favorite Foods: No one has seen him eat.

Talent: Learning Dead Languages

Special Attributes: Branch like horns, often seen shaking birds off his head. Fangs.

Based on:The Horned King and Creeper

Rafial Babar Dorm:Diasomnia

Species:Beastman(Bat) Gender:Masc(Cis)

Age:16 Birthday: November 16 (Scorpio)

Height: 152(5'5) Homeland: Briar Valley

Dominant Hand: Right Club: Film Clun

Best Subject: Ancient Curses Hobbies: Adventuring

Pet Peeves: people dumping work on him Favorite Foods:Borscht

Least F.F:Bugs Talent: Breaking Curses, Lying

Special Attributes: Has albinism. Bat wings.

Based on(not originally Disney): Bartok from Anastasia and the spin off.

OCs that are children of canon characters

Minenhle Kingscholar:

Species: Beastman (Lion) or Half Beastman (depends)

Gender:Fem(Cis)

Age:10³ Birthday: March 22 (Aries)

Height: 158 (5'2) Homeland: Sunset Savanna

Dominant Hand: Right

Best Subject: Divination Hobbies: Reading, 'Harrassing' her father

Pet Peeves: Being told things she already knows.

Favorite Foods: Chakalaka

Least F.F:Citrus Fruits Talent: Finding people

¹.For representative purposes and so you know in context.

².Ursilla isn't meant to reference Ursula but instead a woman in folklore that had children with a male selkie after being scorned by her husband.

³. In Father's Reminisce: Leona

Fun Facts:

Rafial's birthday is the release date of Anastasia spinoff "Bartok the Magnificent"

Minenhle's birth month being March was decided based off the proverb "If March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb." And vice versa. As well as The 22nd being a name day for Leona.(Czechia)

Bryn Abbán being from Port O' Bliss is an inside joke with myself as I keep miss reading it as 'Pot O' Bliss'

#twisted wonderland #twst yuu #yasuda yū #yū yasuda #minenhle kingscholar #Blair Wootton #Aldous Blythe #Merton Brooks #Vilde Ursilla #Bryn Abbán #Rafial Babar #twst ocs #保田悠

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shadows-writing-lounge · 8 months

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Hiii! I love your content and just wanted to let you know that in your Leona works, Kingscholar is misspelled in your tags. I was looking for them under the main tag until I saw that but ofc if it’s intentional pls ignore this but I just wanted to let you know

That's an oops on my part. Thanks for tells me I'll making sure that's corrected. No clue how I missed it.

#not writing #it's like tumblr is sentient and changed stuff on its own sometimes. proof read it three times and still slips through

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shadows-writing-lounge · 9 months

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Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Characters:Kalim, Leona, Lilia

Content: Clothing sharing (wearing the boy's clothes and vice versa), No mentions of body insecurity of s/o or the characters. Very short

S/O: they/them pronouns, no mention of body outside of being smaller. Gender neutral

Kalim Al Asim

No need for clothes shopping. Kalim loves giving his partner his clothes whenever they hang together so a majority of their wardrobe is just Kalim gifts.

He likes buying matching clothes and gets giddy whenever they do match. When an event or party happens he always plans with them to match.

Don't worry about staining any thing Kalim will be willing to buy backups. If discouraged Jamil can work his stain removing magic.

If clothes are too big or lay awkwardly Kalim will have them shipped to his personal tailors for alterations. Honestly they probably completely remake it out of higher quality fabric using measurements Jamil did.

Leona Kingscholar

Likes his partner wearing his clothes but won't admit it even if asked. He will strategically leave clothes in prime clothes stealing positions. He still teases them when they do wear the bait clothes.

I feel like out of the three Leona is the most into seeing his partner in the garments of his homeland. He'll bring it up a few times to gage their reaction and interests. He'll actually ask when he intends to invite him to stay with him at his home.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia teases his s/o for being smaller. He sometimes puts his coat on them and then pretends to not know where they went. Even if they are only one or two centimeters shorter he'd float to make himself taller and tease them.

Wear looser fitting shirts and his cold hands and feet will find their way under and into your back. He faux pouts if countered with a second layer of clothes blocks him.

He's very into helping his partner find their fashion sense. He gives some advice but mostly guides them to discover it themself.

#twisted wonderland #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #leona kingscholar #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #x reader #x s/o #gender neutral reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar x reader

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shadows-writing-lounge · 10 months

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With the information that Google is planning on putting an AI onto Google Docs I'm moving drafts back onto Tumblr(meaning I'll write it with tumblr's basic software.) Meaning I'll pause actually writing to do this and if something goes wrong it's forever-gone. Thank you capitalism.

#not writing

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shadows-writing-lounge · 10 months

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Happy Birthday !

Thanks! The passage of time is grueling and I have made another trek around the sun. That is all.

#not writing

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shadows-writing-lounge · 11 months

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Content: Fluff, Small angst (Leona brain being mean to himself) Father Leona, Named child oc(Minenhle), reader insert, Leona referred to as Baba and Reader Zaza. Reader and Leona are written to be married. Placed after graduation from NRC. Ambiguous if Minenhle is bio, adopted, or some magically created baby.

Reader info: They/Them pronouns, gender neutral with neutral terms (spouse, parent, partner.) no bodily mentions (size, color, ect), no hair mentions. Reader characterized as playful with Minenhle and teasing with Leona.

Leona wasn't asleep. He laid in his bed, eyes closed, head buried into his lavish pillows. He didn't have the energy to move. The past few days were no good and it was really tempting to just sleep away the day. A familiar weight and movement drew his attention. Cheka used to do this all the time but now he was too big to be the intruder this time. Leona suppressed an amused sound attempting to appear to be still asleep. The intruder crawled on the bed and pushed their hands on the blanket that covered Leona's back.

"Baba!" they chirp, trying to shake Leona 'awake'. He faked a snore. They sighed and crawled onto his back. Leona smiled into the pillow before rolling over with a big faux yawn and stretch.

"I could have sworn I heard someone calling to me. It must have been a dream. Oh well, back to sleep," Leona hummed rolling back over.

"It's me, Baba,"

"Sorry I don't know someone named Baba."

"You are Baba'"

Leona swivels his ear to show he's listening, "I am?"

"Yeah!" Leona's sight gets covered as his daughter leaned over his shoulder to look at him.

"And your Minenhle?" Leona asks.

"Yes,"

"I don't know a Minenhle," Leona smiles as Minenhle gives an offended gasp. His daughter gives him a soft slap on his cheek and a huff.

"Zaza wanted me to tell you to come eat but now I'll eat ALL the meat and you only get veggies," Minenhle jumps off the bed and runs out the room. Making sure she closed the door to further slow her father down. Leona felt the weariness settle back in. He turned his thoughts to his partner and Minenhle. The fact they were waiting for him for breakfast. Or was it lunch? He's lost enough time. He decided to push himself out of the bed, not bothering to pick up the blankets that fell to the floor.

He spied clothes set up for him. It must have been them that set them out. His lovely spouse. Not the servants, they kept trying to stuff him in stuffy clothes. Half awake he'd peeked at his partner, swapping out the clothes for more comfortable attire. He never mentioned it but appreciates it. He shrugged out of his pajamas and into his day clothes. He trudged out of the room into the hall. No servants were around which was in a way normal for them, at least normal for Leona. Even after his spouse moved in and the arrival of their daughter they still shook in fear.

Leona couldn't hold himself to care anymore about how people spoke of him. His partner, Minenhle and he supposed Cheka should be included as well. Adored him and whipped him into what he was now. His thoughts drifted to Minenhle's arrival. He could laugh at how shaky and anxious he was.

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His tail flicked in nervous agitation. Leona stood looking in a mirror. His braids were freshly done but he was tempted to regroom his name of hair. He started removing the bands holding the braid together but he realized.

-Why am I preening myself like I'm going to a high class outing. A baby isn't going to care if I'm disheveled or not," Leona thought before rebanding the braid leaving the end a little wonky.

-What if they would?- Leona huffs hastily, taking down his braids and redoing them.

He's not desperate for an infant to like him. Hell he's not sure he'd like them all that much. He debated with himself before dressing casual. He gussied up his hair so his clothes can be lackluster.

Leona walked as fast as he could push himself to go. He didn't want to be beaten by Cheka to see his own child. Cheka seemed to be more excited to see his cousin than Leona to see his child. It was sort of true. Leona was far more afraid of himself possibly being a failure of a father than excited to be one.

Leona spies fiery hair passing and he recognizes Cheka sprinting down the hall.

"Hey, Cheka" Leona drones and his nephew spun around with a bright smile on his face. A gift bag in his hands

"Yes Uncle LeLe?" Cheka grew out of calling him 'Unca' but just swapped to a new childish name. Cheka had a big growth spurt coming up to mid chest opposed to just coming up to his hip.

"What's that?" Leona asks, pointing off to the side. Cheka immediately looks towards the direction. He diligently looked at the floor and halfway up the wall for whatever his uncle saw. Leona took this to sneak pass his nephew and make leeway.

His partner was first to see their child before being sequestered to a private guest room to hide from snooping servants. Leona felt smug seeing Farena and his sister-in-law outside the door. They hadn't been allowed to see his child before him.

"Leona, they've been waiting for you. They want to name her with you."

His sister-in-law was the one to speak but Leona didn't react. He has a daughter?

"Open up, it's the father," Leona knocked. A rising dread seems to fill his chest first during the silence before the door opens. A meerkat beastman doctor lets him in before excusing herself. Both the doctor and his wife had to pull Farena away from the door to prevent him from attempting to catch a peek of the baby.

Leona closes the door then makes his way to his spouse. They sat in an armchair, a bundle in their arms. It was so small, the bundle. Leona almost couldn't believe that it was an infant. His daughter.

Settling to his knees. Was he too big or her too small? Too fragile. Are his hands too strong? Are his nails too sharp? Would he tear this innocent being apart without meaning too. He's hurt people before. Could he hurt her?

He pulled some of the blanket back to see his daughter more clearly. Shouldn't he be overwhelmed with love and adoration? Isn't this what fathers are supposed to feel. It was what Farena described seeing Cheka. How the once annoying whoops of joy are now back in a new mocking form.

-You're a lacking father. A lacking partner. You don't deserve this. You can't deserve this-

She was asleep. Peaceful and unknowing of her father's turmoil. Plump, healthy infant, just a tad small. Leona flinched as his spouse moved, knowing what's next.

"Dove, I can't." "Yes, you can."

"I'll hurt her." "That's something you can't do. You wouldn't allow yourself to do that."

Leona didn't respond. He stiffened as his spouse leaned the baby on him and adjusted his arms to hold her properly. His sister-in-law has been giving lessons to them but Leona was too wired to attend.

Ears twitched from under the blanket letting one small ear escape. She yawns, only gums. Leona vaguely remembered that Cheka didn't open his eyes right away.

"Talk to her."

Leona settled onto his heels, careful not to jostle the babe in his arms. What do you say to a baby? Leona settled on introducing himself.

"Hey. I'm your father. I like meat," Leona winches from how awkward that was. Who is he right now, Idia Shroud?

The babe twitches her free ear before giving a gurgle laugh. Leona looked at the other parent in the scenario.

"Did I say something funny?".

"She likes your voice, Leo. I like daddy's voice too," Leona sighs as his partner tickled their daughter's stomach through the blanket.

Leona curses letting his guard down.

"I wanted you to name her," they waited for him to resign himself before continuing, " I know you're having a hard time feeling like you'd connect with her so I thought this would help."

Leona understood and later down the line would appreciate the thoughtfulness. Now he's a wreck.

A few seconds felt like hours before Leona said the first name that came to him.

"Minenhle,"

They repeat the name while laying their hand on her. There was a knock briefly before Cheka came in bag on one arm and something clenched in the opposite hand.

"Hi!" He said walking in without closing the door. Farena was once again pulled away by his wife and the doctor.

Cheka basically bounced over. Leona eyes him as he hands the bag to his spouse and something to him. A painted wooden bead. Leona quirked an eyebrow.

"It's what I found where you pointed."

Leona pockets the bead. The rushles as it's opened Leona turned to see what Cheka got for his cousin when he felt a tug. Minenhle grasped his braid. It must have brushed against her as he turned and she grabbed it.

"Do you like my hair? You better I made it all fancy for ya." Minenhle gave it another tug.

A baboon obscured his sight. He leaned back taking in the plush toy that was bigger than his daughter. Cheka seemed proud of it. Later learned he used his own allowance to buy it.

"Uncle LeLe can I hold her?"

Leona was hesitant that Cheka would hurt her. He barely trusted himself. A hand on his shoulder relaxed him. He halfheartedly told him to sit in the chair. Cheka plopped down excitedly in the chair. Leona watched his spouse walk to the door probably to tell Farena to wait a minute more. He guided Cheka the same way he was. Minenhle supported and laying on Cheka's chest.

The door opens, not knocking and Farena let's himself in.

"Where's my beautiful niece!"

Sister-in-law laughed, his spouses sighed. Leona made eye contact with the baboon.

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Leona pulled off his blanket swinging his feet off the bed and rested on the floor. Minenhle has been colicky. Leona watched his spouse use all their energy to care for her. They were tired. Weeks of bare minimum. Leona looked over to them. His hand trailing their shoulder. He sighed relieved they were not woken by the cries. He stood up and left for the nursery.

He notes that someone beat him to the room. Minenhle has lungs, that's for sure. Cheka leaded over the crib wall. He spoke something to Minenhle that Leona couldn't quite catch.

"Did you need something?" Leona asks not to sound so gruff and agitated as he did.

"I heard her crying and wanted to help," Cheka looked up to his uncle. Leona picked his daughter. His ears flatten to attempt to block out some of the noise.

"Go to bed, Cheka. I don't need your father to admonish me for your choices." Leona let Cheka cling to him in a hug. Cheka says good night, placing a chaste kiss on Minenhle's head between her ears.

Cheka scampers away from the room back to his own.

"What upsets you so much? Is it because you still can't eat meat? Not a single tooth." Leona thought talking to Minenhle might help. She likes the deep tones. The rumble it brings to his chest. It doesn't seem to be enough.

Leona paces, attempting to rock her the way he's seen his spouse and sister-in-law do.

He circled the room. He rocked, bounced, and rubbed her back. Eventually he laid down on a hammock. It was hung next to a bookcase. A place for laying in during tummy time. Swaying and reading to Minenhle.

-Good for brain development. Languages learning and identifying caregivers.- Leona remembers someone saying that. Was it Kifaji? Possibly

Settling Minenhle on his chest right over his head; he reached over, swiping the first book he could grasp. He looked at figuring it was better than not doing anything. Flicking on the little lamp of the bookcase, shaped into a lantern flower, he began reading.

"But we're friends and that's a fact." Leona reads the final line. He shut the book, feeling a little ridiculous for having read it. He lightly tossed it onto the bookcase and a hand found Minenhle's back. She was in a restful sleep. Something Leona would not mind joining.

- - - -

Leona knocked off the memories as he registered that his name was being called. His spouse looked at him concerned and he smiled reassuringly. He noted that the food set out was untouched.

"I thought you were going to eat all the meat? Seems like there's some for me? Perhaps you'll be the one eating veggies." Leona noted. He didn't question Cheka sitting next to Minenhle. He had started eating with them instead of his father.

"I'd be rude to eat it all on Father's day. It was just to get you to move your butt," Minenhle jests. Leona didn't want to admit he had forgotten the date.

"Right I knew that," he lied.

Cheka leaned down to pick up something set in the chair next to him. He came up with something that looked akin to a crown.

"Hlele wanted to make it for you. I helped a little," Cheka beamed and Leona plucked it from his hands. He gave it a cursory glance before plopping it on his head.

"Thanks," Leona says sitting next to his partner. Leaning towards them, cheek tilted towards them. A sign he wanted a kiss. He leaned against the back of the chair satisfied when he got it.

"I wanted to make it look like that because you remind me of that prince from the story book. The lion prince with the snake." Minenhle couldn't recall the story name.

Leona filed through his brain before she recognized what she was talking about.

"Change of plans," he stands from his chair, "you're now lunch." He held his hands out in mock claws before stalking towards her. Minenhle slid off the chair crawling out the other side of the table.

"Don't run from me. You should have paid your taxes."

Leona just strolled after her hands in his pockets. She'll tire herself out then he can eat.

"You should eat what meat you want before they return. They're like black holes," Cheka nods at the advice and starts making his plate.

- - - -

Bonus:

"Zaza, why does Baba call you, Dove?"

They glanced at their sleeping husband

"He told me a while ago before we got married that "I flew into his life and wouldn't leave". At first he called me Flying Rat or Batty. Then Birdie. Finally Dove after we got married."

Minenhle giggled as Leona sat up putting an arm around their waist before flopping down, trapping them into his arms. Minenhle crawled over one parent to squeeze between them.

"Said you wouldn't tell them." Leona pouted eyes closed.

"I said I'd think about it, no promises were made." They placed a kiss on Leona's nose. Leona's face scrunched before relaxing.

"Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep." Leona says no malice in his tone.

#To avoid confusion Cheka is intended to be 10/11 in the flashbacks and 18 in present time.#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #cheka kingscholar #minenhle kingscholar #x reader #gender neutral reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona is being compared to prince john from robin hood #leona kingscholar x reader

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shadows-writing-lounge · 11 months

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Sketches of a lazy cat I did for Coronation Day 🦁

#eepy #leona kingscholar #not writing

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shadows-writing-lounge · 1 year

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Cheka, Leona and Falena watch a harmless children's show about dogs

I think these two are definitely the type to be susceptible to the bluey copium. Especially envying bluey and bingo's sibling relationship lol

#not writing #really cute.#like the Falena design #I've been really tempted in watching Bluey tbh

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A black envelope adorned with a silver ribbon tied into a bow affixed with a lime green wax seal. It's the royal seal of Briar Valley. Expected recipient's name on the flat side in practiced strokes. The cream colored paper is meticulously folded to be even and fit snugly into the envelope.

Also contained within the envelope is a rsvp and a glossy cardstock invitation to a dinner date. An offered date, time and place inscripted on it.

Open to read letter.

Dearest Friend,

As of recently I have found myself distressed, pacing the halls of my dorms tormented by my own thoughts.

My affections towards you have always been strong. Companionship in the platonic sense, or so I thought. This is the dilemma I find myself caged within. At first I thought I needed to conceal my feelings for the sake of maintaining our current relationship. Otherwise I'd lose it and become solest once more.

A mutual acquaintance of ours pulled me aside, telling me to confess for if a simple progression of feeling breaks our bond it wouldn't be worth protecting. I don't want to first tell you the words through writing so I've enclosed an invitation to a place that I've overheard to be a 'hotspot for hangouts'.

I eagerly await your reply.

Eternally yours, Malleus Draconia

-_-_-

Lilia was very disappointed not to be the chef for the dinner but quickly turned to teasing Malleus for wanting to be alone with the person of his affections.

Lilia tells them that Malleus had drafted the letter at least a dozen times, becoming significantly shorter each time. The original draft reached the ground while Malleus held it standing, at eye length.

If Malleus found out they kept the letter and invitation he would be very elated. He'd be happy for weeks after.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #x reader #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #love letters #gender neutral reader

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shadows-writing-lounge · 1 year

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Are you still doing flufftober?

Yes. They might not be in order and other stuff will be posted in between.

I've been chipping away at flufftober, asks and original non-event fics. Maybe to some small stuff to not have empty space between posts.

#not writing #It also doesn't help that one of my dogs died in my arms on Thanksgiving night.

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shadows-writing-lounge · 2 years

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I have been with you since your original blog and I have been wondering if you still do in character love letters?♥️💌❤️

Yeye, I do. I recently opened them for requests. I'm currently working on a couple as of right now.

Changing the format for them a little. Something like.

-Description of what it's written on. If there's an envelope, stamps, drawings, ect.

-Written in letter format.(mostly) Attempting to replicate how I think the character would write.

-I may draw pictures of what's described and/or how I think their signature looks like.

If you're not interested in this content block the hashtag #love letters.

#not writing #love letters #x reader #canon x canon #they are for Malleus and Emmet. Thinking about others as well.

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shadows-writing-lounge · 2 years

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Don't Become Uncoupled From Me | Flufftober #1

Flufftober Masterlist

Fandom:Pokemon:Black & White

Character: Ingo & Emmet

Content: Intended to be platonic. No use of Y/N. Established relationship (friendship) with the submas twins. Basing Ingo's and Emmet's speech quirks and personalities off game quotes and Pokemon Masters Ex dialogue. Emmet is also featured but less essential to the plot.

Reader info: Gender Neutral. No bodily, hair, or gender mention for the reader. They/Them pronouns. Reader is intended to be 18+ in the fiction and works as an attendant at the Gear Station. Mild characterization of an overworked, forgetful, altruistic reader. Intended Childhood Friends.

Variants: You/Your

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The darkness that comes from the resting hours of the Gear Station was almost haunting. Various species of Pokemon scamper through the station halls. The Pokemon's scuffled footsteps and echoing calls the only ambiance to the rustling of papers. In a little cubby of an office they sort schedules back into the proper order. After a coworker dropped the stack she haphazardly piled them together without checking the dates.

To prevent any mishaps caused by wrong information or an absent minded individual. They found themselves working pass their intended time correcting the mistake. Fluttering of pages to eye the dates served as a distraction from a slight nagging sensation that they had forgotten something. An important thing. The attendant shifted the papers around; tapping them against the desk to align them properly.

As they settled the stack into the designated tray, they heard the clunk of the office door handle hitting the wall behind it. It wasn't an unusual sound nor an unusual occurrence of the hour. The door was always hitting the wall because of where it sat and how small the doorway was in the first place. They could count how many times Emmet alone had bonked his head on the top of the door frame. There was late night staff and security as well.

"You said you wouldn't do this anymore," the voice familiar albeit a little hoarse from projecting his voice all day.

"Ingo, I didn't want anything to be messed up for you two tomorrow. Especially since I have tomorrow off. I-" they paused before admitting "I also kinda forgot about that."

Ingo sighed before taking long strides over to the desk. He skimmed over the stack, pinching the pages between his middle finger and thumb. Using his index finger to fold the paper into the hold. After appraising the stack he gave a hum of approval. He turns in place, not changing his foot stance just twisting at the waist, to look at his friend.

"You've had a late arrival to your destination," Ingo starts before shifting. Turning with an audible step he holds out his hand to the attendant.

"Allow me to guide you safely off the station," Ingo paused, blinking at them. No perceivable emotion in his eyes. His prominent frown would make someone unwise of Ingo particularities think he was upset with the depot agent.

But he wasn't and the softened look whenever he makes eye contact shows it. Emmet teases him for being a softy but he does the same. They take his glove covered hand to which he gives them a reassuring squeeze.

" All passengers are secured and the train's now leaving the station," Ingo says with a firm nod. The subway master guides the way out of the office. Hastily releasing his grip on his friend's hand to lock the office door before slipping right back.

Ingo was always unaffected by the chilly night air of the gear station halls. Emmet on the other hand disliked it immensely. One time he had his Archeops draped over his back sleeping while he did. Up until it ended with a broken chair. Emmet sat hunched on the floor scribbling angrily at his work.

Most of the staff must be either gone or hidden in their security posts. Ingo had adjusted his gait to match his second car's pace not minding the speed difference.

"You skipped dinner again for this didn't you?" Ingo says startlingly sudden. He hummed seeing them nod in affirmation.

"That's fine. Emmet wanted you to join us for dinner," Ingo looks out of the corner of his eye accidentally making eye contact with them. He returned his gaze forward squinting when he saw an impatient white figure rolling on their feet, heel to toe.

Speak of a Subway Master and he'll appear. Ingo raises his unattended hand to flag Emmet down. The more energetic twin makes his way over.

A short exchange of words ensued between the twins.

"I've already inquired about them joining us for dinner," Ingo starts illicting a gasp from the white clad twin.

"Emmet wanted to ask. This is verrry mean of you," Emmet huffs. His smile remains but he puffs his cheeks in annoyance. Somewhat like a Jigglypuff whenever its performance is interrupted or ignored.

"I didn't think you'd stay behind to ask. Anyhow they haven't answered the question so you still have a chance." At this Emmet lights up turning towards his friend for their answer

"As long as you're not cooking," they tease.

"I am Emmet, and I resent that statement," Emmet feigned offense, slapping his hand to his chest. He chuckled sidling over to their side, opposite of where Ingo occupied. Emmet wordless slipped his hand into their empty one. A habit of his since he was young.

Ingo leads; a small tug signaling the train is now on the move. Emmet filled the silence, talking about notable characters he saw on the train. He brought up having lost a battle early in the morning breaking his winning streak.

"It was my highest yet," he mourns the loss. He put himself in a bad mood, slouching as he walked.

"But you now have a new record to best," Emmet straightened up at the thought. Ingo let out a hum of agreement.

Emmet sped up now leading the three of them. Ingo missteps, letting go to avoid dragging the other two down with him. Vaguing registering that his hat has removed himself from his head. He stops himself from hitting the floor. Grasping the visor of this cap he moves it back to where it's supposed to be.

Ingo grounds himself and finds himself left behind as Emmet dragged their friend onwards.

"Halt, I've been uncoupled!" Ingo's voice carried far, similar to when he's signaling the departure of the trains or any instructions needed.

"Emmet will miss you. I will eat your share," Emmet called back looking over his shoulder.

Ingo sighed, not the first nor last time this'll happen.

"At least slow down, You're dragging them," he yells, starting to jog.

"Don't you become uncoupled from now!" Emmet teases them before looking over his shoulder to see if Ingo is gaining.

_-_-_-_

Emmet is a food menace, leftovers are a foreign concept for him. Put a baby lock on the fridge to ward off the man.

Note: struggling with Tumblr so this has been deleted and posted again sorry about that.

#pokemon black and white #pokemon emmet #pokemon ingo #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #x reader #platonic #flufftober 2022

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