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For the past few months, I've been working on a doujin, and now it's finally finished! If you want to own a physical or digital copy of this 54-page #neuvithesley doujin, you can now fill out the interest check:

📝 forms.gle/MZo4SrCABzFA...

Form will close on the 1st Dec ⏲️
November 22, 2025 at 7:42 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
the quintessential writer experience is everyone else talking about the book they want to write while ignoring you and the book you've written
November 21, 2025 at 4:33 PM
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The Malleability of Form—After getting into a fight with a teacher at school, Neuvillette and Wriothesley's child, Astrée, learns some interesting things about dragons and gender.

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/74306726

#wriolette
“You know you don’t have to be like the girls or the boys,” Furina says. Astrée goes still. “Huh?” She doesn’t deflate, but she sure wasn’t expecting Furina to say something like that. Then she scowls. This feels like a trap, and she doesn’t like that. Doesn’t like that yet another adult is—is trying to treat her like she’s dumb. “Plenty of people prefer to identify themselves as neither male nor female. Why do you think I don’t wear skirts?” Furina asks with a small smile. Astrée frowns, mouth working, trying to figure out a reply to that. “But you dress like a prince,” she says at last. And then she startles a little. “Oh. Oh. You dress like a prince but you’re a girl.” At least, she thinks Aunt Furina is a girl. Everyone says Aunt Furina is a girl. She used to be Lady Furina, before the prophecy came true. Now, she’s just Aunt Furina. Her frown deepens. “Are you a girl?” she asks, a little hesitant, a little unsure. “Most days,” Furina replies. “Enough days that it’s fine for you to assume I am. But you don’t want to be a girl most days. Do you?” Astrée scowls. “What, like there’s a secret third thing?” she demands.
November 16, 2025 at 8:16 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
Three Nights into a Honeymoon—Neuvillette and Wriothesley enjoy a honeymoon at last.

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/74249456

#wriolette
The bathroom door opens. Wriothesley glances over at Neuvillette—and then looks again, mouth going dry. His heart starts pounding. Because Neuvillette is wearing nothing more than his spats and polished work shoes, his hair in a braid that hangs behind him, doing nothing to hide the lithe lines of his body, and he—he’s watching Wriothesley with his chin upraised and a small, curling smile on his lips. “Hello, beloved,” he purrs, liquid and warm. Wriothesley pushes himself away from the pillows at his back, going to his knees. “You…” He swallows around his tongue, suddenly too thick for his mouth. Neuvillette approaches the bed with a rolling gait, and Wriothesley’s entire brain just shuts down. Everything but the most necessary functions cease. “Me,” he says in that same wicked purr. He puts one knee on the bed and then the other. Leans over and crawls toward Wriothesley, whose breath comes in short bursts. And when he reaches Wriothesley, he reaches out with one hand and, with casual, draconic strength, flicks Wriothesley onto his back.
November 15, 2025 at 8:02 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
The Measure of a Good Hoard—Getting used to being a dragon is complicated, especially when Wriothesley's new instincts get a little out of control about tea in particular.

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/74196301

#wriolette
All his interest sharpens on the tea shop around him. With shocking ease, he separates out all the different individual flavors of tea and identifies the ones he doesn’t already have. And he needs them. Suddenly, viscerally, with almost the same drive that he needed Neuvillette during his rut, he needs these teas. Not a minute later, he’s grabbed a shopping basket and filled it with five different tins. He stares at his new collection, a little baffled by his behavior, and then catches another new scent. Vanilla and almond. Without thought, he crosses the shop to find the tea in question, mindlessly putting it in his basket along with the others. More. He needs more. There have to be more teas here he hasn’t had before, and he finds them with a single-minded intensity. “That will be eight thousand mora,” the proprietor says, shaking Wriothesley out of his daze. “I know you’ll appreciate the vanilla almond blend especially, Your Grace,” he says cheerfully, passing the bagged tea to Wriothesley. It takes all of Wriothesley’s self-control not to grab the bag, open it, and quite literally count up all the tins inside it. “No better place in all the Court,” he assures Armand. With a wave, he departs the tea shop, staring at the bag in his hand. “What the fuck?” he mutters to himself.
November 14, 2025 at 7:46 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
it's me!! i hope you all enjoy both the fic and the song that inspired it :3 they're both soft explorations of knowing your lover and being loved by them
thewrltalbum.bsky.social The Theory of Love - B SIDE | The Wriolette Album @thewrltalbum.bsky.social · 12d
Introducing
@maleficarwrites.bsky.social as a guest writer for Track 2: Sweetest Sin of the #Wriolette Album: The Theory of Love!

How sensual this teaser is, delving into the intimacy of being truly known by a lover~

Pre-save the album, coming February 14th, 2026: distrokid.com/hyperfollow/...
November 14, 2025 at 6:50 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
Possession—Neuvillette and Wriothesley make time for each other while Neuvillette is pregnant with their first egg.

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/74150081

#wriolette
For so many years, he’s been alone. Now, not only does he have Wriothesley, his husband and mate, but he has the promise of a family and a child, two things he never thought he’d have. “Look at you.” He glances to the side, where Wriothesley leans naked against the bathroom threshold, a grin curving his lips and a liquid warmth smoldering in his eyes. “What about me?” he asks. Though his body has changed, though he must spend more time in a hybrid form to accommodate the egg growing inside him, Wriothesley’s desire for him hasn’t waned. No, Wriothesley wants him despite the changes in his body. Because of those changes. Never once has he had cause to worry about Wriothesley’s affections.
November 13, 2025 at 7:56 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
do you write fanfic? are you interested in refining your craft and improving your work? then i've got a server for you!

check out the graphic for additional information, and if you like what you read, the link is in the replies!
November 10, 2025 at 4:55 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
brought a fic to my fic crit group today and some feedback was (rightfully) that i was being reductive to one of the characters. now im about to rewrite a chapter and rework the whole ending and my desire to write this fic has been revitalized
November 10, 2025 at 12:33 AM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
pro gamer neuvillette with the name neuvilleet
November 7, 2025 at 9:21 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
guys is it mpreg if your magical essence mixes with your boyfriend's magical essence, creating a new life that starts out as a tongue of flame and then learns how to shapeshift into a real boy?
November 5, 2025 at 11:56 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
It's been a minute, so I wanted to give everyone a quick prod update on where we're at with leftovers, EiS second run, and digital orders!
November 1, 2025 at 6:17 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
super excited to be back for the b-side of the wrlt album! i hope you enjoy all the music and accompanying works
thewrltalbum.bsky.social The Theory of Love - B SIDE | The Wriolette Album @thewrltalbum.bsky.social · 25d
Meet the team behind The #Wriolette Album's B-Side, The Theory of Love!

💌Here are our guest writers featured in the accompanying Lyric Book

@archonsoflove.bsky.social
@animperfectscience.bsky.social
@maleficarwrites.bsky.social
@caketastrophe21.bsky.social
November 1, 2025 at 5:07 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
i have 8oz of whiskey and it's halloween ama
October 31, 2025 at 11:13 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
From the Sword Blooms—As Zhongli seeks amends, Childe comes to an important decision about his own ailment...

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/69813776/chapters/191480816

a #zhongchili collab with @sconeswrites.bsky.social
“Ai ya, what’s this?” His employer, the young Director Hu, stands in the doorway, staring at the scattering of petals, her eyes wide. Then she clicks her tongue, shakes her head and says, “It’s that Fatui boy, isn’t it? You two haven’t spoken to each other since he released that monster into our harbour.” His first instinct is to deny it. His health is not her responsibility, but his alone, and for all those thousands of years, responsibility was a weight to shoulder alone, and to impose upon his subjects the mark of an unsuitable god. But the petals and blood spell the truth plainly, and to deny his affliction would be an insult to her intelligence. “Indeed,” he says. “But it is no matter that you should concern yourself with.” “Not a matter to concern myself with? Ai ai ai!” She marches across the room and plants a hand on the desk, raising the other to waggle a finger at Zhongli. “My favourite consultant is trying to land himself in one of my coffins, that’s definitely a problem. Eesh, and you haven’t even asked me about the two for one deal.”
October 31, 2025 at 7:03 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
bopit but it's an interactive butt plug
October 30, 2025 at 8:31 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
A Sticky Solution—After Flins inhales a most troubling pollen, Varka lends his assistance.

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/73389486

#varflins | #knightlight
“I heard,” Varka says, “that you took some snowbloom pollen to the face.” Oh, well, that’s a nightmare. Flins can’t believe the Traveler told on him. “And I wanted to make sure you were… doing well.” Fixing Varka with an unimpressed stare, trying not to stare at his mouth, Flins crosses his arms. “The effects will dissipate in a day or two.” “They say the effects are miserable,” Varka says. Flins lifts both brows and barks out a disbelieving laugh. “Grand Master—” He clings to Varka’s title because if he uses Varka’s name, it will come out a moan. All of those unsatisfying orgasms have come to the fantasy of Varka in his bed, in his body. “Grand Master, we both know there is only one want to alleviate the effects of snowbloom pollen, and while I appreciate the intimation of your offer, I do not particularly appreciate being the butt of this joke.” “What joke?” Varka asks. Flins presses his lips into a tight smile. “Your presence here,” he says through a clenched jaw.
October 30, 2025 at 6:34 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
Thrice Tried—Childe has always been too dedicated to the Tsaritsa to find time for intimacy. Zhongli changes that.

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/73331886

#zhongchi
Zhongli, meanwhile, sits back in his chair, flabbergasted. “You mean to tell me in your twenty-odd years of life—” Childe corrects his age, clearly proud of his relative youth. “—you have never taken a lover?” He uses this turn of phrase deliberately, and it has the desired effect. Childe’s face flames. “That’s—that’s not—” He clears his throat and lowers his voice. “We were talking about dating.” “So you have done neither,” Zhongli says slowly. Recovering somewhat, Childe leans back, draping his elbow over the back of his chair. He affects a cocky grin. “No one’s saying that. It’s not like you need to date to…” He makes a frivolous sort of gesture with his hand. “To have sex with someone,” Zhongli supplies, reaching for his tea while Childe’s face flames again. “Zhongli,” he hisses, looking around them with an almost wild expression. “Then you have?” “Zhongli.”
October 29, 2025 at 6:13 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
writing game plan for the future:
- two more kinktober fics that need to be posted
- phd bang fic
- vrflns long fic

rubs gremlin hands together
October 28, 2025 at 4:57 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
Those Heirs Uncrowned, ch21—Phainon of Nowhere finds a home.

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/66251176/chapters/190337001

#phaidei
“I don’t understand,” he says to Cyrene while leaning heavily on Mydei. “How did this happen?” She shakes her head. “I was living inside you when you did that. How am I supposed to know?” He gives her a half-hearted glare. “You seemed to have a whole lot of answers thirty minutes ago.” “Well, that was thirty minutes ago. This is now. Now, I have no idea what you did,” she says, waving him off. He looks up at Mydei. Mydei must read his sudden distress on his face. He gentles, at least as much as he ever does in public, and rests his forehead against Phainon’s. “You saved the world,” he reminds him. “You saved me.” It takes several seconds for a faint smile to turn Phainon’s lips. “I suppose I did.”
October 24, 2025 at 6:39 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
A Momentary Stretch of Eternity—Baizhu loves Zhongli in all and every form.

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/72992036

#zhongzhu
Baizhu considers it a small blessing that Zhongli is comfortable enough with him to wear his true form, his adepti nature unveiled. It’s a recent blessing, a newfound comfort, and one Baizhu delights in. Zhongli trusts him enough to keep this most carefully guarded secret, the truth of who he is. As they lounge in Baizhu’s bed, taking a lazy afternoon nap, Zhongli’s tail lays across his thighs. One black-and-gold arm drapes over Baizhu’s belly, warm and protective. Zhongli’s head rests on Baizhu’s shoulder, his breath warm and steady on Baizhu’s skin, and Baizhu, eyes closed but not sleeping, is so delightfully warm and wonderfully content. With a quiet sigh, he tips his head down and presses a kiss to Zhongli’s forehead, and Zhongli, who was dozing, purrs and gives Baizhu’s side a gentle squeeze. “You’re awake,” he rumbles, stretching against Baizhu, lifting his face for more kisses, and Baizhu obliges. Baizhu sinks into the mattress, easing down it, until he’s tangled in Zhongli’s arms, in his legs, wrapped up in his tail. Chest to chest, they trade lazy kisses, lips parting, tongues gliding together. Zhongli’s arms come around him, settling on the small of his back, strong and thrumming with Geo energy that resonates in Baizhu’s very bones.
October 23, 2025 at 6:10 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
nod krai really has me vibrating out of my skin. it's hitting all the right notes for me and i'm just over in my corner praying hoyo doesn't fumble this
October 22, 2025 at 8:23 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
His Tender Thorns—Wriothesley has always struggled through his ruts alone, terrified he will hurt a partner, but Neuvillette refuses to let him suffer alone.

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/72940266

#wriolette
“Is there a reason you never want to spend your ruts with me?” Neuvillette asks, so direct that he catches Wriothesley utterly off guard. No one is this direct about cycles. Well, mates, maybe, but he and Neuvillette aren’t there, not yet, and it’s his fault. This sort of thing always is. It’s one of the reasons why he’s avoided relationships for so long. “Have I given you some reason to believe I would not enjoy such a thing?” There’s no hurt in his voice, not yet. This is, for him, a matter of practicality, Wriothesley’s sure. They’re lovers. He sees Neuvillette through his heats, and so Neuvillette should see Wriothesley through his ruts. It’s a matter of parity. “Is there some fault with me?” Neuvillette asks softly. Wriothesley’s head snaps back up. “No,” he says. “No, Neuvillette, not at all.” “Then why?” Neuvillette asks. Shit. “It’s… a fault with me.” He rubs his jaw, forcing himself to meet Neuvillette’s eyes even though he wants, very badly, to look anywhere else. “I’m not… When I’m in rut, it’s…” He drives both hands into his hair, holding it back from his face and closing his eyes. “I’m not good,” he finally says, dropping his hands and hanging his head.
October 22, 2025 at 6:53 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
the chrysos heirs playing D&D

aglaea the artificer who keeps everyone kitted out but no one remembers to use her magic items, castorice the bard who crits everytime she rolls to seduce, mydei and phainon both bring paladins to the table and now they fight about who's better
October 21, 2025 at 8:35 PM
maleficarwrites.bsky.social
Photometric Exposure—Phainon and Mydei help Castorice with a photoshoot.

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/72885926

#phaidei
When they’re settled, he glances at Castorice, who has moved behind her teleslate and is studying the screen thoughtfully. “How’s this?” Mydei asks. “Phainon, you look like you’re trying to run away,” she says. Mydei rolls his eyes toward Phainon, tugging on his shoulder. “Lean into me,” he says, ignoring the red flush staining Phainon’s cheeks. “Sorry.” Phainon adjusts himself, obeying once again. “I just—I didn’t think you’d—” Mydei narrows his eyes. “It’s just a photoshoot,” he says, as much for Phainon as for himself, because this is the thing of dreams. Of nightmares. Being this close to Phainon, pressed into him, breathing in natural scent of him, is almost too much. “Relax, Deliverer, or you’ll strain something, and then you won’t be able to spar with me tomorrow.” The way Phainon goes almost boneless, the way he shifts and melts into Mydei, supporting him almost effortlessly, catches Mydei entirely by surprise. He finds himself sinking into Phainon’s arms, letting Phainon support most of his weight.
October 21, 2025 at 6:48 PM