#dendro

[kiterealm]

guy who hears, guy who listens

[miranda-mundt-art]

Green

[simpleodditiesart]

[shizuturnspages]

Yandere Sumeru boys headcannons

Alhaitham

❥ Alhaitham is a logical, rational asshole. But that’s exactly what makes him a terrifying yandere. He doesn’t go for the crazed, irrational shit. No, he's cold, clinical, and he will plan every damn move like he’s playing fucking chess with your life. You're a puzzle he has to solve, and the solution? Oh, it's him. Always. No fucking escape.

❥ In Alhaitham's mind, once he's figured you out, that’s it. No one else deserves to even fucking look at you. His understanding of you is so complete that it becomes his sole justification for controlling every aspect of your life. He knows what’s best for you, even better than you do. He will cut off your ties to others in subtle ways, leaving you wondering how the hell you became so isolated. Oh, it was him, sweetheart.

❥ This dude’s not gonna stab someone in broad daylight like some psycho—he’s a fucking genius. He’ll use your own thoughts against you. He’ll subtly gaslight you into believing no one else is as capable of understanding you like he does. You’ll start to think maybe he’s the only one who truly gets you, and by the time you realise what’s happening, it's too late. You’re trapped in his web.

❥ Alhaitham would be the kind of yandere who sabotages your other relationships without you even knowing it. Oh, your friend suddenly moved away? Strange. That one guy who liked you stopped talking to you out of nowhere? Weird, huh? He’ll always be there to comfort you, his stoic mask hiding the fact that he's orchestrating every single one of your problems just so he can fix them.

❥ Alhaitham’s biggest strength as a yandere is his ability to keep his shit together. You’ll never see him snap, never see him lose his cool. But the second you try to leave him? Fucking hell breaks loose. He’ll track you down using logic and strategy like you’re nothing but a lost book in his library. And when he finds you? Oh, he’ll make sure you never even think about running again.

Cyno

❥ Cyno is all about justice. Well, that translates to some next-level protection for you. But not the cute kind. We're talking "anyone who looks at you wrong is gonna fucking disappear" kind of protection. He’ll see himself as your personal guardian, and no one—and I mean no one—gets to mess with you. He doesn’t care if you think it’s creepy; he knows what's best. Fuck your opinion.

❥ This guy’s got a black-and-white sense of right and wrong, and guess what? You’re always right in his eyes. But everyone else? They’re a threat. He’ll punish anyone who comes near you, ‘cause in his twisted sense of justice, they’re infringing on what’s his. He’ll never let you out of his sight because that would be “irresponsible” on his part. Yeah, he’s doing it for your “safety,” but really, it's all about keeping you locked down.

❥ Cyno is fiercely loyal, and as a yandere, this loyalty becomes suffocating as fuck. He doesn’t know how to do things halfway. You are his, and that’s not up for debate. You don’t get to leave, you don’t get to argue. He’ll follow you everywhere, even if you don’t want him to, always showing up like some shadow you can never fucking shake. And trust me, he won’t tolerate anyone trying to come between you two. That’s a death sentence.

❥ Oh, he loves his jokes, right? Well, as a yandere, he’ll still joke, but those jokes come with a deadly edge. You piss him off? He’ll laugh it off with some dark humor, but you can feel the unspoken threat in every word. And if someone other than him crosses you? Cyno’s “justice” is swift, brutal, and final. There’s no trial, no second chance—just his fucked up sense of justice.

❥ Cyno’s got that chill, deadpan vibe most of the time, but holy shit, when he cares about something—or someone—he becomes intense as fuck. If you ever tried to leave or betray him, that calm exterior would fucking crack. He’d hunt you down like he’s enforcing divine judgment, and there’s no place you could hide. His cold, calculated demeanor makes him even more dangerous because you’ll never see that rage coming until it’s too fucking late.

Tighnari

❥ Tighnari’s a fucking genius when it comes to the wilderness. You think you can run from him? Oh, hell no. He’ll use the forest itself to keep you in line. Poisonous plants? Deadly traps? Oh, he’s got all that shit covered. He’s not gonna let you leave his side, and if you try, well… let’s just say the forest has a funny way of making people disappear.

❥ Tighnari’s soft-spoken and gentle on the surface, right? But underneath that shit is a fucking possessive streak you won’t believe. He’s always making sure you’re “okay,” and by okay, he means under his control. He’ll play the caring, concerned partner, using his knowledge of herbs and remedies to keep you close, always “healing” you when you don’t even realise you’re being fucking poisoned. Yeah, he’s got that soft look, but it hides something twisted.

❥ Tighnari’s a smart fucker, no doubt about that. He’ll use his intelligence to gaslight the hell out of you. Oh, you think those berries made you sick? Nah, you’re just paranoid. He’ll make you second-guess every fucking thing, twisting your reality until you can’t even trust your own instincts. He’ll be your only reliable source of “truth,” and by then, he’s got you trapped—mentally and physically.

❥ Tighnari’s got a bond with the forest, so you’re basically under its watchful eye too. He’ll set up barriers—physical and psychological—using his connection to nature to always know where you are. The animals? They’re his spies. You try to run? He’ll know before you even take a damn step. And when he catches you? Oh, he’ll smile that gentle smile, reminding you that there’s no place you can hide from him in his territory.

❥ As a caretaker, Tighnari will spoil you, but it comes with a price. He’ll shower you with attention, making sure you’re always “healthy” and “happy,” but his version of care is suffocating as fuck. He’ll control your meals, your sleep, even your thoughts, all under the guise of concern. You wanna leave? Nah, he’ll convince you that the outside world is too dangerous, and only he can keep you safe.

Kaveh

❥ Kaveh’s a sensitive soul. Well, as a yandere, he’s all over the place emotionally. One minute he’s showering you with affection, and the next? Oh, he’s guilt-tripping the hell out of you. You’re his muse, his reason for living, but if you so much as look at someone else? Boom—he’s spiraling into jealous rants, throwing himself into emotional breakdowns that leave you feeling like you’re responsible for his sanity.

❥ Kaveh’s creative mind would turn his obsession into something artistic, but it’s got a creepy edge. He’ll draw, paint, and sculpt you over and over again, but it’s not flattering—it’s fucking eerie. His art becomes a shrine to you, and he’ll get pissed if you don’t appreciate it the way he expects. And God forbid you question why every piece makes you look like you’re trapped. Oh, he’ll say you “just don’t get the meaning.”

❥ Kaveh’s not the type to outright control you at first; no, he’ll do it through passive-aggressive manipulation. He’ll guilt-trip you into staying by his side, making you feel like if you leave, you’re abandoning him in his time of need. He’ll make you feel like he needs you more than you need him, and before you know it, you’re stuck in this cycle of constantly trying to make him feel better while he wraps his twisted little vines around your life.

❥ Kaveh’s been broke before. So now that he’s got his shit together, he’ll use that financial stability as a way to control you. He’ll act like he’s helping you out, offering to take care of your needs, but it’s all part of his fucking plan to make you dependent on him. The more you rely on him, the more he’ll tighten his grip, using guilt and money as tools to bind you. And if you try to break free? He’ll remind you how much he’s done for you.

❥ Kaveh’s the type who’d make everything symbolic. Every moment, every gift, every glance—he’ll attach deep, emotional meanings to shit you don’t even think about. He’ll remember every little detail about your life, and if you ever try to leave, he’ll throw it all back in your face. “How could you forget that time we shared [random moment]?” He’ll weaponize memories, making you feel like leaving him would be the ultimate betrayal.

[effervescentcvnt]

the protector of the forest - part 2

first part can be found here: part 1

cw: dubcon, dendrophilia

the plant begins by undressing you, and you hear the sound of fabric tearing. as your sensitive skin is slowly exposed, the plant pets you almost reverently all over your body, exploring it slowly. the appendages stroke your chest, your lips, even your ears and tickle your sides up and down until you giggle. the tendrils touch your thighs, inching ever closer to where you need to be touched the most. the plant is learning which spots on your body are the sweetest, teasing you until you can't help but whimper. it wraps itself all around you, one tendril even going around your throat, not really squeezing yet.

good, dear one. let me hear your pretty noises.

it takes particular interest in your nipples, rubbing and toying with them until they're hardened and aching. you're becoming needier, unable to hold back your moans, your noises filling the otherwise silent clearing. still, the plant has not even touched your cunt, and you’re already dripping thanks to the aphrodisiacs and the plant’s soft touches.

"oh gods-! touch my pussy, i need it so bad!” you whine.

beg for it.

“please please please- oh, touch my cunt, please, i need to be fucked!” you plead as your clit and hole ache to be used.

good pet.

then, one of the many thicker appendages finally reaches out to flick at your swollen, anguished clit before pushing into your soaked hole. it goes in inch by tantalising inch, spreading you wide open until it reaches the deepest part of you, pressing against that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. the tendril is girthy enough to fill you up perfectly, and it’s covered in small bumps that massage your soft walls exquisitely, making you writhe in ecstasy as it starts thrusting in and out of your gushing hole. you might have thought that being stimulated would help lessen the needy ache caused by the pollen but instead it becomes even more intense; it feels as though you are three times more sensitive than before, and your nerves sing in delight. you buck your hips and try to grind down on the vine, encouraging the plant to fuck you harder.

two smaller vines approach your clit, pinching it inbetween them, nearly making you scream. they knead your needy bud as your hole pulses. another tendril forces itself in your mouth, secreting a sweet, honey-like fluid, and you suckle on it enthusiastically without thinking twice. the liquid flows down your throat, warming you from the inside. as the plant sets a ruthless pace, pounding your cunt, you rapidly reach your peak. you howl in agonising pleasure; the orgasm is so strong it nearly makes you black out. the liquid you swallowed must’ve been another aphrodisiac because you immediately crave more despite not even having recovered from your first climax.

the two tendrils rubbing at your clit retreat as another vine with a small cup at the end latches onto your clit and begins sucking at it when the brutal fucking continues. when your second orgasm approaches, you realise that this one will be different, and before you can do or say anything, squirt sprays out of you, drenching your thighs and the vines below.

well done, darling. give me all you’ve got. 

obscene wet noises echo through the clearing as the plant has its way with you. thin vines swat your ass, the sharp sting only adding to your pleasure. orgasm after orgasm crashes over you as your mind spins and you lose yourself entirely to the overwhelming sensations. you have no control over your body anymore - you can only submit to the whims of the plant. you have lost track of time; you might have been there for hours with no breaks.

"i- i can't cum again... please don't make me..."

shhh, i know you can, little mortal. just one more time.

you are completely at the mercy of the ancient plant, a mindless doll with a single purpose: to feed the god of the forest with your body. there is nothing you can do as yet another climax tears through you. the sun is already setting when the plant finally releases you; the tendril slides out of your pussy, and the vine that was wrapped around your neck pets your cheek affectionately.

i am ever so grateful. you did well.

you cannot form words, but press a kiss on one of the vines. you slowly begin to notice the state you’re in: covered in pollen from head to toe, clothes torn in shreds, ass red and burning from the whipping, slick dripping down your thighs. how the hell are you supposed to explain this to your fellow adventurers? still, as you start making your way towards your camp, you feel wonderfully relaxed - just not in a way you had expected.

// i hope you enjoyed reading this!! i certainly enjoyed writing it bc i was edging myself the whole time and now i'm absolutely soaked

[candlenekra]

Happy Halloween ;0;

His character story is so sad!

[mukimokai]

sorry pointless drabble here

But a way I really want to write Dendro characters in any fic/au that I have is just to make every life-changing, bad thing that ever happened to them happen on their birthday.

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Kaveh receives the news of his fathers death On his birthday

Kaveh's mother remarries On his birthday

Kaveh's mother, a year later, moves to Fontaine On his birthday

Kaveh goes bankrupt On his birthday

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Alhaitham's parents both die On his birthday

Alhaitham's grandmother also dies, leaving him completely by himself, On his birthday

Alhaitham "loses" the last person who cares about him (Kaveh) via academic conflict On his birthday

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Kinich's mother runs away On his birthday

Kinich's father, a year later, falls off a cliff and dies (good) and leaves Kinich completely on his own On his birthday

Kinich meets Ajaw (lol) On his birthday

Kinich dies and is resurrected by his vision in the Night Kingdom On his birthday

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Collei is given to Dottore so her Eleazar can be "treated" On her birthday

Collei fights Kaeya in the manga On her birthday

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The list goes on and on and on.

And you might wonder, why? Why write it that way? Isn't that cliche? Isn't that repetitive? Isn't that predictable?

Well, I guess you'd be a bit right, but the reason I'd write it this way is for a fairly simple reason, in case you haven't figured it out already.

To put it bluntly:

When I woke up, I was riding in a flower carriage.

I just had a dream, I dreamed it was my birthday.

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[yelansdice]

KINICH - FIERY PURSUIT

[jetxterror]

[artsfurina]

KINICH ICONS! please like/reblog if using

[miranda-mundt-art]

little mermaid AU i did in 2022 for patreon hehe

[mandragoraeart]

Yumkasaurus Latte

A quick doodle for a cute little Natlan saurian~

Honey matcha latte, anyone?

[effervescentcvnt]

the protector of the forest - part 1

cw: dubcon, dendrophilia

it was just supposed to be a relaxing walk in the forest. adventuring is hard work, and honestly, all you want right now is some peace and quiet. it's a wonderful midsummer's day, birds are chirping, the sun is shining softly through the leaves, the entire forest seems to be in bloom. eventually, you stumble upon a clearing in the woods; in the middle of it grows an odd-looking plant - or, really, more of a massive pile of tangled tendrils and roots with the most beautiful, huge yellow flowers you've ever seen. there seems to be some pollen floating about in the air; it almost seems to glimmer in the sun.

you step closer cautiously, the place feels serene, almost sacred. there are tendrils covering the ground, too, and you're trying your best not to step on any of them. accidentally, though, your foot catches on a tendril, and you fall forwards onto your hands and knees. as you try to get back up, you feel the tendril wrapping around your ankle. above you, the strange plant awakens like an ancient forest god from their slumber.

the plant unfurls itself and bristles as if it's trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. it extends its roots and tendrils towards you as you try to yank your leg free. however, the plant proves to be far stronger than you, quickly overpowering you and before you know it, you're dangling mid-air, being held in place by the plant. desperately, you attempt to break free, but to no avail. then, you hear it: a voice, genderless and seemingly sourceless, until you realise that the plant itself is speaking to you inside of your head.

cease your struggle, sweet mortal. i will not hurt you.

some of the tendrils that aren't holding you softly caress your legs and arms in an attempt to soothe you. hesitantly, you steady yourself.

"what are you? why are you doing this?" you whisper to the plant, your voice laced with fear. you've encountered all sorts of creatures on your travels, but never anything quite like this.

i am the protector of this forest. i have been sleeping for so long, but you have awakened me. i hunger, though; will you help me sate my hunger?

your mouth falls open in bewilderment as you take in the plant's words. "you aren't going to eat me, are you?" you squeak, your voice rising in panic.

of course not, you silly thing. as i said, you will come to no harm. there's just something i need from you.

"and what's that?" you ask, after being assured you won't be devoured, you feel slightly less terrified, yet you cannot believe that your leisurely afternoon stroll has taken such a turn.

i feed on the pleasure of the creatures that i lure in with my flowers - creatures just like you. no one has found me in such a long time, though, and i feel quite... starved. will you be a dear and help me?

every word that the plant utters makes you feel more and more perplexed but the tendrils stroking you feel comforting, and as one of them gently caresses your cheek, you lean into it without even thinking. as the plant awaits your answer and continues its ministrations, there is another sensation as well; you feel a familiar heat starting to pulse between your legs.

i should mention that the pollen you've been inhaling all this time has quite an effect on humans; i use it to heighten the pleasure of those i've lured in. can you feel it already?

you certainly can, you realise, and the notion is as jarring as it is thrilling. your cunt is starting to grow wet and your thoughts are becoming slower, as if your head was filled with something sweet and sticky. you try to close your legs or perhaps rub your thighs together but the plant is firmly holding them apart. the heat in your cunt is starting to spread and intensify, and you desperately want to touch yourself to relieve some of it, but your hands are trapped. all you can do is hang there like a fly caught in a spider's web.

"i will help you...," you whisper.

thank you. you won't regret this.

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// thank you for reading <3 part 2 is coming soon!! it'll be quite a bit smuttier hehe

[carolsantosart]

- There are still so many places for us to explore - Nahida

[puuureshkaaa]

[shizuturnspages]

random thought pertaining to my favorite princess kaveh... since he seems like the type as a yandere that would be overbearing and protective, what if his darling just had a job that meant they faced danger on a regular basis? like being an adventurer. and since adventurer darling would most likely be stronger than kaveh, thinking abt how he'd ract is interesting since... he can't just knock out or restrain someone that could break him like a stick y'know??? just. yandere kaveh with a darling that is 100% stronger than his ass

This is so accurate omg. His Bluetooth claymore ass is nothing against his darling's strength. Let’s break this one down and see how our favourite fragile princess handles being utterly outclassed by the person he’s obsessively trying to protect

Yandere Kaveh with a Strong Darling

Overbearing Worrywart

❥ Kaveh’s protective instincts are already sky-high, so when his darling willingly dives into dangerous situations for a living? He’s a wreck. He hates it. He paces around the house, anxiously muttering to himself about all the ways you could get hurt while he’s powerless to stop it. “Why can’t you pick something safer? A desk job, maybe? Painting? Something where you won’t be attacked by Hilichurls every other day!”

❥ He’s the type to try and guilt-trip you out of your career, pulling every trick in his emotional arsenal. “Do you know how much I worry when you’re out there? You could get hurt—or worse! And I wouldn’t even know until it’s too late…” Cue the big, watery eyes and the dramatic sighs as he collapses on a chaise lounge like the world’s most stressed-out noble.

Helpless but Persistent

❥ Kaveh is acutely aware that he’s no match for you physically. He’s not delusional—he knows you could fold him like a wet piece of parchment if he ever tried to stop you from leaving. That doesn’t mean he won’t try, though. He’ll stand in front of the door with all the determination of someone who’s clearly out of his depth. “I won’t let you go out there alone!” he’ll declare, arms spread wide, as if his sheer presence will be enough to stop you.

❥ The problem? You can just… pick him up and move him aside like he’s a particularly fussy kitten. And every time you do, it’s equal parts mortifying and heart-wrenching for him. He’ll grumble about how “no one takes him seriously” while secretly swooning because wow, you’re so strong.

Clingy Support Mode

❥ Since he knows he can’t physically protect you, Kaveh doubles down on being your emotional and logistical support. He’s the type to meticulously plan your gear and supplies, going over every detail with you like an overbearing mother. “You’re not going out there without proper armor, are you? And have you packed enough food? What if you get lost? What if it rains?”

❥ He’ll hover like a worried little sparrow, even when you reassure him that you’ve been doing this for years. And when you come back home, covered in dirt and blood (none of it yours), Kaveh will throw himself at you like you’ve returned from the dead. “You’re safe! Thank the Archons—you’re safe!” He’s sobbing into your chest while you awkwardly pat his back, trying not to laugh.

Passive-Aggressive Guilt Trips

❥ Kaveh knows better than to outright tell you to quit (he’s learned), but that doesn’t stop him from laying on the guilt with a trowel. If you come home with even a scratch, he’s suddenly the most melodramatic man alive. “Oh, no, it’s fine, really. You’re the professional here. Who am I to say anything about the risks you take? Just don’t mind me—I’ll be sitting here, worrying myself into an early grave.”

❥ You know he’s being overdramatic, but damn if he doesn’t make you feel a little bad. And when you try to brush him off, he’ll mutter things like, “You’ll miss me when I’m gone,” or, “I’m just saying, it’s not my funeral,” while side-eyeing you so hard it burns.

Desperate Attempts to "Help"

❥ Kaveh occasionally gets it into his head that he should accompany you on your adventures. “I’m not letting you go out there alone! What if something happens to you? Who’s going to pull you out of a collapsed ruin, huh?”

❥ Of course, he’s utterly useless in a fight and can barely keep up with your pace, which you remind him constantly. He spends most of the trip tripping over vines and complaining about how “this is not what I studied for.” But when danger does strike? He’ll throw himself in front of you with zero hesitation, even if it’s the dumbest move possible. “Don’t you dare touch them!” And then he’s promptly knocked out because, let’s face it, Kaveh is more bark than bite.

Secretly Loves Your Strength

❥ As much as he worries, Kaveh can’t help but admire how strong and capable you are. He hates how dangerous your job is, but he’s also endlessly impressed by how effortlessly you handle yourself. And he won’t admit it out loud, but there’s something about your power that makes him feel safe in a way he’s never known.

❥ In his more vulnerable moments, he’ll cling to you, burying his face in your shoulder as he mumbles, “You’re incredible, you know that? I just… I don’t know what I’d do if something ever happened to you.” And you’re left feeling a little guilty but also deeply touched, knowing that his overbearing nature comes from a place of genuine love and fear.