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Sunday night doodles instead if doing the multiple pages of homework I have due tomorrow ✨️

Im so glad procrastination is a thing

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Hiii love ur account! Idk if I can request cause it says it’s closed, so sorry if I’m wrong!

Can I please request a yandere who looks very dominant; tall and buff with muscles. Literally everyone is scared of him because of how frightening he looks. Everyone other than Reader: Yandere is actually scared of reader and is very submissive around them. He actively seeks Reader’s approval and will do anything for her. Kind of like a guard dog? He’s really just a big puppy who craves Readers affection. Thank youuuu

Awww I love this idea!! Let's name him... Austyn, idk it just fits lol. I couldn't think of what age to make him, so I said screw it and put yall in high-school because that's the easiest

Also I know you requested this months ago, and everyone else requested their things months ago, guys I've been so tired recently, I'm so sorry I haven't been able to write what you've been wanting me to. I'm so sorry if you're still waiting on your request, and I'm hoping I'll get more chances to write soon. Thank you for your patience :)

Warnings: Yandere (obv), clingy and obsessive behavior, a little more than just mentions of murder, slight mentions of rape (not to reader or anything i just noticed it was brought up so I figured I'd put it in just incase), reader gets forcefully drugged, kidnapping

This fic is not meant to romanticize unhealthy and toxic relationships, it's hot af in fanfictions but is never ok irl

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A huge man towers over you, his shadow engulfing your entire figure, his huge muscles and rough exterior making him appear as if he could kill. He stares down at your petite and fragile body in an intimidating manner as you jolt up in a sitting position. Clutching the desk beneath your upper body, you recognize him almost immediately.

"Where am I?! What do you want?!" You scream dramatically, almost tipping backwards in your chair.

"You fell asleep in class." His eyes narrow. "I had to poke you a bunch so you would wake up. The bell just rang, its lunch time." Your whole face burns a cherry color.

"Um- thanks..." Your eyes wander anywhere but his face. The corners of his mouth ever so slighty elevate as he leans on your desk.

"Would you like to eat lunch together?" He tilts his head slightly in an almost cute way. Your brows furrow in confusion, but nod regardless out of pure fear. He could probably kill you in one hit. No, simply him blowing on you would be enough to knock you 8 miles. You pack your school supplies and walk to your locker, Austyn almost breathing down your back as he watches you grab your stuff.

Entering the cafeteria, you both take a seat in one of the only spots left in the overcrowded area, its a bit shocking when kids start scooting away from you both, even the kids across from you want nothing to do with your new 'friend'. Or thats at least what you hope he wants with you...

Your prayers were answered, but in the worst way possible. It's almost physically painful watching Austyn attempt to make conversation with you. Stuttering over every second word, obviously embarrassed and anxious, fumbling with his hands. It was... cute. You'd never thought he would be like this while talking to him, you've seen him be rude and cold to everyone, maybe he's just shy and comes off as rude? Guess you'll find out. You, having not as many friends as you'd like to have, appreciate the attention from him regardless. But he desperately needed help with this whole social thing, so you give him a hand.

"If you're not busy, maybe you could help me with homework after we finish eating?" You smile, hoping he's not busy before you die of embarrassment. Thankfully, he nods, and the two of you finish your meal in silence.

You were hoping he'd be a little more outgoing and not as awkward in the library, but boy were you wrong. More stuttering, more avoidance of eye contact, more hand fidgeting. He wasnt even helping, just sitting there and watching you, almost too intently. You almost scream of joy when your best and only friend, Abby, joins you.

"Hi!" She beams excitedly, taking a seat next to you, "need help?"

"You're my savior!" You giggle, hugging her. Austyns aura immediately chances from a shy puppy to one that could kill. He glares daggers into Abby as she speaks a bit too friendly to you, gets a little too close to you, helps you instead of him. He knows he needs to up his game, but your stupid friend might ruin his chances.

Abby was your friend since elementary school, you've never been great at giving anyone a smile, but she always brings out your biggest one. She's helped you through so much, you owe her your life!

The rest of lunch Austyn stays silent and in the background, you assume he's shy... God, you hope that he was not hurt. You continued the rest of your classes like normal, overjoyed when the day comes to an end.

You and Abby walk home together, teasing and laughing with eachother. Austyn trails behind you both, not talking too much. Neither of you know where Austyn lives, and forget to ask. They drop you off at your house, and Abby lives just across the street so you guess Austyn walks her home. The long between your houses and the school is 30 minutes. You could take the bus, and you do in the mornings, but the walk is too beautiful to miss, so fun laughing with your best friend through the sunset in the city, too fun running through the long field of grass, racing down the streets, seeing who can reach your house the fastest, rubbing it in your face as you both either collapse on your porch or Abby goes home. Sometimes, you dance outside together, sharing secrets, giggling over whatever crush the other one has... Abbys friends with almost everyone, but the two of you are inseparable. Tonight though, you only talked with Abby, not wanting to make Austyn feel left out, and not wanting to seem awkward infront of your new friend. You run inside, jumping into your bed, thinking Austyn is just a little cute. Maybe a tiny crush? You don't think on it too much, as you pass out.

The next day, Austyn starts hanging out with you and Abby, which neither of you mind. He's a bit less shy and a bit more friendly. He's in your homeroom, science, and math class, so you sat next to him in all of those. You guys talked and exchanged answers from time to time, overall getting along very well. You guys hang out at lunch, and sure, you give a slight bit more attention to Abby, but thats it, and overall, the three of you get along like three peas in a pod. The next four days go similarly, your crush for him grows.

One lunch time the three of you meet up, eat, and head to the library. You weren't sure what was wrong, but Austyn didn't seem to be a huge fan of Abby, only hanging out and attempting to make conversation with you, almost cutting Abby out. You, of course, refuse to let that happen, and keep adding your friend the the conversation. You and Abby exchange a confused look, Austyn normally loves you and Abby.

After school the same day, you run over to Abbys locker, waiting for her to grab her stuff. You wait for 5 minutes... 10 minutes... 20 minutes... she doesn't show up. Thinking it's a bit strange, you still wait, assuming she was held back in class or something, as the teachers often like to praise her work or offer her opportunities for an upcoming math competition or something. She appears, after awhile, running towards you. The two of you begin to walk home together. When you ask her what she was doing, she awkwardly dodges the question. You leave her alone about it.

The next day when you arrive at school, Abby still didn't show up. How strange, you think to yourself. Abby hasn't missed a single day this year, not even when she was sick, you have no clue how she does it. Straight As, no days missed, friends with everyone she talks to, yet she's not here. You couldn't help but feel a pit in your stomach, not wanting to assume the worst. You would've thought she'd at least text you right? The more you thought about it the worse it got. What if she was raped by a creepy teacher?? What if she was kidnapped?! Maybe she got a deadly sickness and has three days to live! There's so many possibilities you weren't sure, what if-

"Hey!" Your new 'friend' from yesterday appears before you, looking like he's accomplished something great.

"Hi...?" You look up at him, calming yourself immediately. You knew you shouldn't overthink this, she probably just missed her bus or something. Austyn obviously picks up on your torn face as he asks,

"Hey, are you ok? You look offput..." he does his signature, puppy-like head tilt. you quickly nod your head, laughing to yourself silently of the stupidity of your overdramatic thoughts. You weren't normally so anxious, this over worried about your friend not being at school immediately, but for some reason, your gut was screaming at you that something bad happened. And then... The overwhelming feeling to run hits you. Looking at Austyns smile fills you with a strange sense of dread. White noise echos in your ears.

"Woah, woah, calm down!" He panics, "Hey what happened? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Hes acting way too friendly today... you shake your head.

"I-I don't know what's wrong with me today? I guess it's just a weird day....?" Austyn rushes to wipe some tears you didn't notice were were falling from your eyes.

"Hey, you don't have to talk about it...." he sighs "I don't know what happened, but stop worrying."

Abby was murdered.

You don't know how you know, last night was such a haze... what happened...? Pictures of her dead body flash in your mind, the killer standing there with a knife and sadistic smile. You swear it was a dream... you remember beginning your walk home, but can't remember anything passed the midway point, not even what you did last night, did you even eat dinner? You didn't wear pajamas last night, you assumed you were just tired when you woke up. But did you really see Abbys murder or is this just the most dramatic you've ever been on a Wensday morning?

You continued your day like normal, the sinking feeling never leaving you. Austyn was acting strange, outgoing and sweet to you. And yet his face was making you want to throw up for some reason... to go as far as to flee the country. Well, maybe not that far, but you certainly didn't want him near you for some reason.

The end of the days comes, and your dumbass told Austyn he could walk you home. It was probably fine, you'd go to sleep tonight and tomorrow everything would be normal, Abby would be at school and Austyn wouldn't be as creepy to you. You're sure of it.

You wait for him near the entrance of the school, and of course, when he comes out, he's almost stumbling over his own feet to run towards you.

"Hey!" He gives a huge innocent smile as he begins walking with you, clutching the arms of his backpack in a shy manner. You smile up at him, not sure if it's a real smile or not. No words are exchanged as you both watch little cracks of the sunset through all the large buildings of the city. It wasn't cold, but it definitely wasn't hot, the perfect night for a first kiss. Stars beginning to appear as you make your way out of downtown, you've only been walking for 15 minutes... almost the midway point... you have a much better view of the now gone sun, there's still a bit of red. There's no one around, it's a gorgeous night, you're walking home with a guy... everything should be perfect, it should be romantic. You recognize this, Deja vu, but different.... memories from what you think to be the dream, or a cruel reality you weren't sure yet start to appear. Abbys lifeless body in the long grass, the moonlight to the killers back, you know who it was, but you can't remember.... all these events took place just upahead and-

It wasn't a dream.

Blood stains lay in the grass and you point to Austyn, not in control of your body or the words that spill from your mouth, or the tears that spill from your mouth, or the puke that's about to spill from your mouth.

"You did this... didn't you...?"

Austyns eyes darken, "and you remember. I knew the sedatives wouldn't work as well as I wanted them to..." he sighs "I did this for you, don't you see?! I killed her for you. I've loved you for so long and you've never even looked at me. So I stalked you, learned about you, you're so cute yknow! You never laughed the same way around me as you did with Abby, ramble to me as you did with her.... So now our problem is gone, and we can be the cutest couple!" He spits delusionally. You back away from him, the moon to his back, the same spot as last night. He grabs your wrist harshly, overpowering you easily.

"You can't run darling, now let's go to my house!" He beams, "I'll even bring you home the head of someone you don't like!" You thrash around, screaming for help, but Austyn just giggles and hugs you to him, holding one hand around your arms and torso and the other over your mouth. "Shhhhh, it'll be ok!" He puts a chloroform filled cloth to your mouth, and everything goes dark.

Maybe I'll write a part 2, maybe I'll do headcannons, maybe I'll leave you guys to imagine the rest, we'll see :3

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HES SO SCRUMPTIOUS AHHHHHH

make a bet ! — aventurine.

premise ⁠☆ you make a bet with aventurine, but it's a little strange when you keep winning against him. (spoiler alert: he's doing it on purpose)

includes ☆ shenanigans, banter (what else did u expect) possibly ooc aventurine, written before penacony's release, reader works under aventurine's department.

a/n ☆ dedicated to meisha @meidnightrain bc she has a severe case of aventurine simp syndrome, thank u for giving me motivation to write for hsr though haha, this one was a treat to write ! i think i got his personality pretty well (hopefully) reblogs are appreciated !

“Shall we make a bet?”

Aventurine looks at you like he would a prized winning hand, purple eyes encased with barely concealed mischief, a gambler in a snazzy suit. Under his gaze, it seems as though fate itself would want to gamble with him. The odds are not in your favor today, especially with that glint in his eyes.

Fortunately for you (or is it the opposite? you can never tell), he seems inclined to bend it in your favor, as he always does.

The stack of cards are shuffled twice in your hands before you see fit to answer him, looking at the man across you. “What bet do you want us to make, exactly?”

“A simple one. We play three games of poker.” Aventurine relishes in the hitch in your breath for the catch he knows you're expecting. “And in exchange, if I lose as I predict, I want to be able to ask a favor from you.”

You eye him warily. “And what would that be?”

“For me to kiss you.”

You almost spill champagne over the cards. They say the most unexpected words come from the most transparent people, and Aventurine certainly proves that statement right. You'd gape at him shamelessly if you hadn't a sense of propriety.

“Aventurine.” you say in warning, eyes narrowed. Said man merely raises his own drink in response. “This is far from an ordinary bet already.”

“Exactly. Doesn't that make it more exciting?”

“Does it really have to be a kiss?”

“Oh, so you're considering it?”

“I am not!” you retort, but it’s hard to save even a sliver of integrity when you feel as if the burn of the champagne has reached your face, warming you like a brazier on a cold day. “What do I get in return?”

“If you win, then you get the same treatment. A favor for a favor.” Aventurine shrugs, as if the revelation was not shocking at all. He shoots you a coy grin. “A kiss if you're so inclined. I certainly won't be opposed to the matter, that's for sure.”

“You are frivolous.” translates to ‘are you seriously hitting on me right now?’

“And yet you indulge in my so-called frivolity anyway. Besides, you get to ask me a favor. It's too good of a deal, even for you.”

‘You always let me get closer to you anyway,’ is what goes unsaid. You hate that he's right. You hate that he noticed.

(You don't hate him though. Even if it would be so easy to.)

You absentmindedly run your hands through the smooth surface of the card deck, ruminating in your decision. You were not irrational. You know what you would get yourself into. But reason stands that owing one of the IPC’s most high-end individuals a favor was far too risky. Logic would tell you to fall back and do some self-reflection over attempting to partake in this foolish bet. (Your heart, however, reasons otherwise.)

You mentally prepare yourself for the answer you give, knowing you are sure to regret it. “Fine. But make it two games instead of three.”

Aventurine beams, so sincere and so overjoyed; you almost resent the fact that your heart gave a little traitorous thump. “I'll make it worth your while.”

—

“Aventurine.”

“Hm?”

“You're losing on purpose, aren't you?” The bastard has the gall to look confused, feigned as though it may be. He gives off the image of a golden retriever tilting its head —an endearing fact if not for the context at hand— acting as though you've slighted him personally. “Me? Why, whatever gave you that impression? I wouldn't do such a thing.”

You stare at the cards on the table. You've won twice. Both games. Under normal circumstances, that would've been impossible; you weren't exactly proficient in gambling as the blond, rather average in that aspect, but still, why is he making it painfully obvious he's making you win?

Does the prospect of kissing you really entice him that much? If so, then he's an idiot.

(You don't acknowledge the way your blood rushes to your ears in anticipation.)

The playful raise of his eyebrows melts to a softer one at your furrowed brows and wary gaze. It's truly a wonder, you are. You've been accompanying him with his affairs all this time and yet have not the faintest idea just how fond he is of you. Maybe you do, and you've decided to remain gracefully ignorant. He won't fault you if so; affiliations with him are bound to be complicated.

Before, he would've simply lived from your adorable reactions, but at his core, Aventurine is rather simple. Once he's seen the joys of reward, the barest glimpse of reciprocation, of course he chases the sensation. What use is his wealth and sense for an exhilarating game if not for this? You are the reason he's placed everything he has in the game he calls love— why he dares to lose, even when he never has. Even if it is he who bares his feelings first, as they say, higher risk, higher reward. And this reward in particular, is of the highest value. Of course it was.

He's pulled out of his dreamy stupor when you click your tongue, face on fire, biting the inside of your cheek. Aventurine resists the startling urge to pinch your cheek, but he waits for your decision.

“Just so you know, this is just a bet, alright?” you cross your arms, staring up at him warily. You're looking at anywhere but him. Aventurine thinks his heart might fly out of his chest by the way you look so endearing. “You lost, as you predicted.”

“I have.” he's long forgone the subtlety of his excitement, not when the prospect of being able to kiss you hangs over him like a man thrown a handful of gold. Who could resist treasures when handed to them on a silver platter?

There's silence, and then, perhaps the most satisfying thing, the reward he has chased for so, so long— “Get it over with, then.” you look so wonderful when flustered Aventurine almost lets his own feelings bubble up to the surface. You were no good for his health. He'd continue asking for more at this rate.

Even if he's across the table, he leans, unbearably close. So close you can feel how his breath fails him for but a moment, and how his eyes seem to glaze over. Lovesick. But he can't be. He couldn't possibly be. He is.

(How long were you going to deny this?)

“If you don't want to, then stop me.” Aventurine murmurs, sincerity in his words. What drives you to not refuse him like normal fails you, not when the way he looks at you so intently, so attentively, makes you feel weak. “May I?”

You shouldn't. You nod, voice breathless. “Go ahead.”

You close your eyes when he kisses you, and the fizziness of the champagne can't compare to the beat of your heart in your ears, thumping like crazy. It feels as though fireworks have set off in your chest and Aventurine pulls away, face flushed. You’ve never seen this look on him before, and you fear that if you see it again you'd never recover.

His gaze is as warm as the sun, even if you think that the sun can't compare to him in all of his entirety. You start to pull away from him a moment later when he takes your hand against his lips and mutters something incoherent against it you have to crane your neck to listen.

“Two.”

“What?”

“You won two games. That means another kiss. Or have you forgotten?” you almost laugh at the way he seems to act quite insufferably. There's a subtle pout on his face.

You smile, not bothering to fight back the way elation surges through your chest. Whatever came after this would change whatever you two would have right now, but that could be saved another day. You close the pesky distance this time.

“Sure.” you say, eyes crinkling at the sides and Aventurine has never fallen quite so hard again. “Say, what about another game?”

He catches on quick, violet eyes encased in amusement. “Oh?”

“Let's make a bet.”

“What would that be?” he's never been so giddy about anything else before.

You smirk. “This time, if I win, I get to kiss you. How's that sound?”

Over such an enticing offer, who was he to decline? Gambling with your heart on the line— there's a first for everything, he supposes.

© 𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐈𝐄𝐄𝐄 : do not repost, copy, or plagiarize my work.

the entire process for this was purely kiss kiss fall in love and listening to break my heart by dua lipa on repeat btw

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cw: allusions to smut, mdni, afab reader, terms of endearment (reader is referred to as 'pet'), dom/sub dynamic.

You can't help but melt in her touch - the way her claw like nails stroke at your hair and how she whipers softly in your ear late at night. For as rough her exterior is, the Knave is quite gentle. She leaves red kisses on your neck and shoulders, keeps you under her body. All you can do is take and receive and beg.

She draws from your lips words you never thought you'd say. The Knave, Arlecchino, never once hurts you in unwanted ways. You think she is worshipping you almost the same you worship her until you're reminded that she sees you more as a pet than a human, a partner who comes to her side at her beck and call. She expects nothing less, and in return, only buys you the best you could ever want.

The sweets you eye, the clothes you sigh over - all for your perfect obedience.

And - oh, how she loves you in her strange way.

"Kneel pet," she commands, voice sweet, going against everything she appears to be. So, beneath the desk, you do, looking up at her through your eyelashes. Your lips are as red as blood and she admires your make up, for a moment, before it inevitably gets smudged. "Be good for me."

And all you can do is obey.

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insane men covered in blood. you agree. reblog.

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HELP-

Bro, imagine some poor high schooler has a research project, and they want to do dead authors. They look up a bunch, only to find a shit ton of anime characters from BSD

"Oh, I like the writer Dazai osamu... WHAT THE FUCK IS SOUKOUKU SMUT?!"

"Well, maybe I'll try Fyodor Dostoevsky... F-fyolai porn...? Fuck my life."

"Maybe I should try a poet instead...? Sure, Chuuya Nakahara... *Googles him* *throws laptop* why do I even try?!"

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How about surprising a favorite star rail character (your choice, but I'd prefer Fu Xuan) with their favorite snack?

Im so sorry I have no clue who that is 😭

I (attempted) to write for some of the characters I know, sorry if they're ooc, I'm only at trailblazer lvl 30-ish so...

You didn't specify if you wanted it romantic or not, but these are when you're their s/o, sorry if you didn't want that, most of the headcannons could easily be interpreted as platonic tho so...

(Ik y'all prob forgot about me I haven't posted in like two years I'm so sorry 😭)

Honkai characters when you cook/bake their favorite snack for them

March 7th:

•Shes overjoyed

•Lots of hugs and kisses

•Definitely takes a lot of pictures of you worked really hard on it

•probably decides she would love to bake/cook with you sometime

•From that point forward, you probably bake a lot of stuff

•She hits me as the type to not be a great chef, so it'll probably be you doing most of it... but she can be cute while trying to help... right...?

Dan Heng:

•Youre one of the only ones who can make him smile (+Stelle and march 7th and whoever else is in his backstory later in the game)

•He smiles when you see you've made his favorite snack

•Probably makes you something in return later, whatever your favorite snack is, but unlike you, he's way to embarrassed to give it directly to you

•Instead, he gets Stelle to give it to you (March can't be trusted with such a precious thing)

•Hes not the best chef, but he's certainly not the worst one either

•And when Stelle gives it to you, you immediately knows who its from

•He probably also leaves a cute little love note in it ♡

Bronya:

•no clue if this is lore accurate or not, but I feel like she absolutely loves cakes and pastries and stuff like that

•I feel like her fav would be cheesecake or som

•If you make her one, she'll have no clue what to say, but her red face will tell you everything you need to know

•Unlike March I feel like she would be kinda ok at baking, but sometimes subtly come up and ask for tips

•Sometimes, it ends up with you baking together, which ends up in throwing flower at each other and having the best night of their lives (Someone make a oneshot of and @ me in it this is so cute ahhhdowjkforkap)

•Ends in kisses and feeding each other, it's been so long since she's let loose and had fun... it was... nice...

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I didn't even know this was a thing until rn 😭 what difference does it make though, out of curiosity

Please turn off the ai thing

ai thing...? What???

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Please turn off the ai thing

ai thing...? What???

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I love yandere content, before I request tho what kind of stuff do you do?

Im so sorry I haven't responded TvT I haven't been on Tumblr in a while

I write yandere bsd, yandere genshin impact and yandere ocs (aka characters I make up on the spot) all x reader

Actually I'd love it if you sent in a tandere request (even tho it says requests closed I need to write something yandere)

Please specify if you want it to be dark (like really dark kinda dark or bittersweet) or not tho

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Chuuya had never truely felt loved, or the feeling of a hug.

He always felt used, whether for his strength or skill, when the sheep betrayed him for so little, he felt... Inhuman. He trusted them and then the betrayal came unexpectedly. But... that girl... one of the sheep's members, who was always there supporting him in his decisions as a leader, never tried to hurt him. Y/n L/n, she seemed or pretended to care about him, she is sweet and at the same time she is strong, he doesn't know how or when he began to stare at her with big heart eyes, and he always found himself staring at her dreamily while she chatted with the other members, and admired the way she loved the organization captivated him! Chuuya was always searching for his humanity, he didn't feel fully alive, more like an object than an actual human. He didn't love or even less feel loved, so being close to y/n was comforting.

He wondered... if he could love someone like her when he was so brutish and sometimes rude, she didn't seem to be bothered by his personality while he was in the sheep, so why not keep her all to himself? She doesn't need anyone else, he'll do everything for her! She, despite being a sheep, had a "normal" life, went to school and had a "family". He tried to find out everything about her, he even discovered that some boys at her school had a crush on her! Oops, looks like some boys came back without some of their teeth. They can't have her, they should learn it the hard way 🤷‍♀️.

Now he's here, sitting, clutching over with a knife stuck in his stomach with members of the port mafia around him along with Dazai, they were about to finish off the sheep and Chuuya finds the courage to scream: "Don't hurt the children or that girl!! Or I'll kill you!" Dazai raises an eyebrow at whoever 'that girl' is. Chuuya ends up agreeing to join the mafia and leave the sheep. The first thing he did was go after y/n after stabilizing himself in the mafia.

Y/n skips out of school after dismissal, excited to finally be out of the Hell-hole. Her eyes widden as she catches a glance at Chuuya, running over to him.

"Oh chuuya! It's good to see you! How are things going in the mafia?" He stared at her bright smile with loving eyes and listened to her voice that's laced with childlike joy.

"Well... it took me a while to settle down but it's no big deal." He shrugs, musters up the courage to say the next dumb thing that was going to slip through his lips.

"Do you want to go out with me?" He chokes out, almost too fast to be properly heard. She stares with big eyes and a head tilt before it finally clicks of her silly perception of his words.

"absolutely! It's always good to remember the times we went out together! I miss those times, love to recreate them!" Her innocent, doughy eyes light up, hugging him. There it was, the hug he never got. It was everything he wanted. He would have the chance to finally have her, she would understand, wouldn't she?

Note:(Chuuya will never physically hurt you. He may act sadistically towards other people, but he will never touch you aggressively. He wants you to kiss him every morning as soon as he wakes up ♥️)

(Collab with @mayanakahara she did most of it and came up with the story, go follow her she’s amazing ❤️)

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Hopefully this doesn't sound weird but I request open or closed

Also with the aesthetic part

I think since your profile picture has blue in it maybe make the background match

Requests are closed unless I give a post begging for a specific request, than they're open for the day along the lines of whatever I begged for. I have writers block rn (slowly getting over it) so if you request something it might take forever (I'm so sorry)

Ik I have a horrible system here 😭

If you really want something written, like, if someone begs I'll probably write it lol

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please please please please pleaseeeeeeeeeeee give me ideas for my blog aestheticccccccc

Like, what colours should I use? Please guys I'm begging you I have no clue 😭

Don't wanna do the old purple and blue aesthetic so please, what are your guys fav colour combos?

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shes so cute 😍

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

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How Un-fur-tunate

Ayato, Thoma, Xiao x gn! Reader

Summary: You turn into a cat! ...but you don't know whether your doting and overly protective lover is a blessing or a curse in this situation.

Genre: fluff, crack

Warnings: none, just jealous men

Note: A spin-off of smitten kitten but the situation is uno reversed (evil laugh). But because each story has gotten quite long, you remain a cat indefinitely >:3

Also, no cat puns this time sorry, but check the end for a surprise!

Kamisato Ayato

Ayato is rarely a free man, and so whenever he's no longer chained to his work, his first mission is to seek you out!

But today was a little different.

He had searched high and low, in the estate and in Inazuma city, even dispatching a few shuumatsuban in hopes of getting even a glimpse of you.

His only companion in his woes? A random cat that kept following his every move.

The cat even has some of your features and accessories, which led him to think that you secretly owned a cat.

Oh well, explanations are for later. Now, he just pats the cat with a deep frown on his gorgeous face as no news of you has reached him yet.

The cat was a noisy fella. Answering his every rhetoric question and his every sigh about missing you.

It was starting to impatiently nip and scratch on the hems of his sleeves when a shuumatsuban barges in, chest heaving in a panic.

"My Lord! We've apprehended a treasure hoarder who admitted to attacking (name)!"

Ayato shoots up from his position, heart pounding a mile per second but face eerily cold, "And (name)? Where are they now?"

The shuumatsuban hesitates before speaking up, "The treasure hoarders claimed to have...turned them into a cat with an ancient relic? The said relic is now allegedly destroyed after its use."

The poor guy winced as he spoke, knowing fully well how absurd it sounds. He can only hope that the Commissioner won't have his head for reporting such nonsense.

But as those words were spoken, the cat in his arms meowed loudly, as if joining in on the conversation.

"Yes! That's what happened! It's me, Ayato, it's me!"

You desperately exclaim, but all that came out was "meow! meooooow!"

Ayato looks down at you and believes the story for one heart-stopping second before scoffing at himself, "No...that's ridiculous."

You bite him as punishment.

When he finally, finally believes you after pointing at yourself in the portraits that he keeps around, pulling on his pants to tug him towards your room, and a terrible attempt at using his brush and ink to spell your name...you might as well wish you haven't tried at all.

He's so smug and teasing about it, please feel free to bite his fingers should you feel annoyed.

He parades you around the estate, arms clinging around your form and bouncing you up and down like one would to a child.

Your ears and tail are the common victims of his affectionate kisses and gentle tugs. When you do turn back, he promises to adopt a kitty (and endlessly tease you about this situation).

"Don't worry," he nuzzles your head for the nth time in an hour, "no other cat is as adorable as your cat form, my dearest."

He even lets his bemused sister pet you after she hesitantly requests to do so (she doesn't want to miss this moment!)

But when Ayaka has been petting you for too long and you start to purr and melt under her gentle ministrations, he suddenly feels a wave of possessiveness. The commissioner then snatches you away and locks the both of you in his room.

Definitely gatekeeps your cat form for himself, poor you (:P)

Thoma

Thoma had just finished feeding the stray cats and dogs and was on his way back to the Kamisato Estate when he noticed a new cat trailing behind him.

The cat looked too well groomed to be a stray, it even had some accessories exactly like yours!

Was it the (last name) clan's pet? Maybe it escaped and got lost?

Whatever the case, Thoma gently picks it up and carries it with him while he looks for you. Afterall, the path back to your place is not the safest, especially for a defenseless house cat.

Thoma chuckles at the way it melts into his arms exactly how you usually would.

"Sadly, you don't have a collar with your name on it, so I don't know what to call you. But knowing (name), you either have an elegant name or a really silly one."

You couldn't even talk back (meow back?) at his little comment before Thoma scratches at just the right spot between your ears and you go slack.

"Let's get you back to your owner hmm? I'm sure they're worried for you," he coos in the voice he reserves for animals and babies. "Just don't tell them that I'm using this as an excuse to see them."

Your cat self perked up at his last statement and looked up at him with an amused "oh ho ho! Really now?" expression.

Thoma didn't know cats could even be that expressive!

He rants and continues to sing praises about his amazing lover along the way to your home. This is great, you internally laugh, so much teasing material handed to me for free!

When he finally reached the gates to your estate, the sight of frantic guards and your personal advisor about to lose their wits made him think of the worst possible scenario.

Fear and paranoia dumps on him like a bucket of cold water.

Did something happen? Did something bad happen to you?

Your personal advisor notices him and immediately rushes to the both of you in relief.

"Mr. Thoma! Thank goodness you're here! (Name) had turned into a cat after a battle with an abyss mage and had escaped─" they look down at the unimpressed kitty in his arms and gasp comically.

"My liege!" They cry out in relief.

You meow back in a dismissive tone not unlike how you would normally say "Yes yes, fret not," to your anxious advisor.

"I was so worried seeing you gone! I even called over the Arataki gang to help with the rescue mission!"

Thoma, after finally snapping out of his shock and confusion, looks down at you flustered. He thinks about everything he's embarrassingly said to your cat form and begs the ground to swallow him up whole.

You're never going to let him live it down, are you?

That's fine, you'll make up for it with kisses!

"Wait a second, why the Arataki gang and not the Yashiro Commission?" Thoma asks, knowing your genuine friendship with the Lord he serves and how much more capable they are. No offense, Itto.

"Well, the gang are your close friends right? Plus, I didn't think the Yashiro commission would believe the whole cat shenanigan and might call us liars," your advisor scratches the back of their head.

"No please, if a friend is in need, no matter how ridiculous the situation is I'm sure Lord Kamisato is ready to help!"

Just as Thoma reassures your staff, the Arataki gang comes barreling in.

"IS IT TRUE? HAS (NAME) TURNED INTO A CAT AND IS NOW MISSING?" Itto screeches.

"NOOOO NOT MY BEST FRIEND AND PARTNER IN CRIME!" He bawls as the rest of the gang awkwardly pat his back. He sniffs, "It's alright, leave the search to me! I'll get them back no matter what!"

Thoma is stunned, such a dedicated friend..?

"Itto they're uh... they're right here," Thoma slightly raises you up in his arms.

The oni gasps dramatically and snatches you away despite Thoma's protests.

"MY GOODNESS! THEY'RE ADORABLE!" He nuzzles his face into your neck and Thoma knows he means well! But the housekeeper has never seized you back so fast, an uncommon frown/pout combo taking over his face.

He's not jealous, not jealous at all! Please don't add this to the growing list of what to tease Thoma with.

Xiao

You have been consistently visiting him at the exact same time every day unless you say otherwise. So when you weren't in your meeting spot and no word came from you saying you'd be late, he's a little concerned.

That's fine, he can wait. He's not the type to worry easily.

SIKE

Man is searching everywhere.

He checked your usual spots first: the docks at the harbor, at your favorite restaurant, even back at your home.

And when he fails to find you, he returns to your meeting spot atop Wangshu Inn where a cat oddly resembling you greets him eagerly.

His intuition is so strong he immediately knows it's you.

To be honest, it catches you off guard at how fast he reacts to your situation. You even prepared ways to convince him that it's you!

After quickly scanning over your cat form to check for injuries, he picks you up in his arms as gently as he can, mumbling a small polite "sorry" before whisking you away.

Xiao's first mission: take you to Cloud Retainer in hopes of turning you back.

His second mission: try not to combust at your cuteness after you had licked his arm in affection.

After some unsuccessful impromptu trips to several adepti later, his last hope depends on Zhongli's vast sea of knowledge.

During this whole ordeal, Xiao has not let go of you once, even when the adepti poke and prod at your cat body (respectfully) to try and investigate you.

So when Zhongli asks to hold you, you can almost see math equations hovering over his head as he is torn between agreeing or not.

Now don't get me wrong, Xiao trusts Zhongli with his entire being, but the thought of this smart, attractive, desirable former archon and bachelor holding you (yes, even though you're a cat) somehow sets off alarms in his head.

Yet you knew that Zhongli is most likely the key to your cure, so you gently headbutt Xiao's hands to tell him it's fine.

"Hmm," Zhongli frowns slightly as he twists and turns you in his arms, intensely surveying the elemental energy around you. "Alright, I have figured it out. So what happened was─" he proceeds to go on an hour-long lecture to tell you and your lover what could have caused this and how they can turn you back.

"You can leave (name) with me while you go look for the cure," Zhongli smiles kindly, cradling you close to his chest.

"No thank you," Xiao immediately answers and grabs onto you, vanishing in a puff of black smoke.

The parlor consultant only smiles in amusement after the two of you had left, "Ahh, youngsters."

a little treat: the whole fic summed up in three photos

badly edited by me as per usual hahshbjhkgl

[a-random-weeb]

I drew miku!

It was originally a lazy sketch, that's why the anatomy is so off (like bro what is that mouth?! 😭)

Anyway it turned out to be a 13 hour drawing so...