darlingpwease

[darlingpwease]

writers of tumblr, please pay attention

there is an account called ohmyjung on wattpad that has stolen so many different fanfic writers’ works without me and others’ permission and cross posted our works onto wattpad under the guise of “wanting offline reading”.

this action was first brought to light by the wonderful @dvlboy to me through tumblr dm’s, notifying me that my sub!genshin works had been cross-posted.

which is shitty as;

1) the person on wattpad has never once reached out to me, asking me for my consent on this action

2) i still have my wattpad and quotev accounts. if i wanted my works to reach more places, i would have done this myself

3) this action has been happening for a whole year since 2023 and they have 10 whole ‘books’ full of fanfics that they stole from authors here on tumblr and has been cross-posted. although people who had been notified from the sub!genshin book only are speaking up about this on wattpad, the person has yet to do anything about this action

my mutual, @st4rrth0ughts has already made a post tagging the creators who’s works were stolen only on the sub!genshin book. this post will be tagging the sub!jjk + blue lock + kdrama + diabolik lovers creators who got their fanfics stolen. please feel free to let me know which creators i have tagged wrong, moved, changed name.

sub!jjk creators:

@trianglesimp @yuanology @icaruien @mylovelybutler-786 @mackjlee9 @dilfverz @niluffa @femdomdiaries @darlingpwease @berrypuddingpwease @astroknottt @toranesu @mysicklove @b0ther @infrunamie

blue lock creators:

@itoshiexx @earthtooz @popponn @miellifluous @fuyuluvr @dark-night-hero @hanrinz @yuquinzel @kysoomi @snaillock @tim-shii @yoichiris @saetoru @saerins @kaiijo @tteokdoroki @venusbby @lucauali @jleijl @shotoh @mitsies @stffed @narcissistshandler @ilyluffy @dazai-hoe-samu @bluelockmaniac @noiryinn @milkiepie @bachiras-toaster

kdrama creators:

@randomlifex @woominutes @cvpidsb0ws @niki-phoria @imagine--if @airbendertendou @mirajaneswritingshenanigans

diabolik lovers creators:

@faemoonz @samsvenn

[darlingpwease]

YOURE BACK??!!????

no >:3

actually, it's not like I'm leaving</3 I try to check all my buns shelves from time to time to make sure you're okay and don't need my attention anywhere - but writing (mostly meaninglessly chatting and rambling) already in my third blog bakery<3

to be honest, as with the first blog, even there I check from time to time if everything is fine and if mouse write me any interesting messages; don't want to not being aware of everything in my circle<3

[darlingpwease]

ermmm *adjusts glasses* finally, someone asked me!!! I am so glad that I can share my hyperfixation uweuweuwe<333 /pos /srs

actually this work is part of my small unofficial series dedicated to reader who (during mortal life) was one of Xie Lian's friends and was also considered his very close, beloved friend.

this work was published much earlier than the subsequent one, which is why the narrative is quite fragmented, but they can be read in this order:

first - second [we are here].

the first part is the beginning and conclusion, the second part is the middle of your story.

in general, this part is different from the previous one, since at that time I was not yet sure whether wanted it to be omegavers or not, and subsequently abandoned omegaverse in favor of the usual verse so as not to complicate the complex setting too much with my perception of omegavers </3

this work is a time period when reader, as a result of some kind of trauma, only turned into a "calamity" (if you can say so), and they cannot remember their past lives (perhaps due to the intervention or non-interference of their lovers) and Hua Cheng and Xie Lian decide that it is better to leave them with Xie Lian as with someone who is subconsciously associated with a past life/security¹. it is implied that Hua Cheng is always there and helps Xie Lian take care of reader, but since he belongs to a more disturbing segment of the reader's life, he appears only when reader has already outgrown their childish-like thinking and regains old personality, so Hua Cheng cannot harm them.

@strawberrynightmare

¹ - this is also one of the reasons why reader has so easily accepted Xie Lian as their omega. implied that they were originally together (forced or not) and reader never really considered Xie Lian as a truly parental/fraternal figure. this is also why Hua Cheng does not cause them fear/rejection.

also "A small child. Red eye. Blood. A lot of blood." — it's about child!hua cheng and reader's past life<3

𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

𔓘 unhealthy behaviour (obsessiveness, possessiveness, clinginess, kidnapping, dependence), dommale elements, pet names ("gege"), dark au, mention of nesting & heat, mention of sex (heavy petting), mention of killing; reader x xie lian, omega!xie lian

ᥫ᭡ You didn't know how long you had been living in this small, cute house with Gege — and where you lived before you met your Gege, who loved white clothes, cooked poorly, smiled like the midday sun, never cried and was not at all the omega who could have anyone but you. Not only because he said that he didn't even have plans to have anyone other than you in his life, but because you saw that Gege wasn't looking for anyone, didn't hold his eyes on anyone; even if he was gentle to children and if he ever wanted to have a puppy, it was clearly that he wasn't going to get an alpha for this — you understood perfectly well why.

Although you haven't self-presented yet and weren't going to guess what your role in gender society would be, you understood that he would only be with you. That you will definitely grow up, get married and will have a lot of happy and married days.

You can't not. He's your Gege, after all.

ᥫ᭡ Your Gege smelled richly tender and a little like blood, a completely incongruous fragrance, — but you've never smelled anyone expect him for more than five minutes, so you didn't know how normal it was. Something in your head is throbbing with the obsessive thought that he smells wrong, he should smell wrong, he smelled completely different before, but you have nothing to oppose — you don't remember that his smell was different, but you know it.

According to Gege, you smelled like milk and his favorite food "even when he was like you," but you always brushed him off; even with your little socialization, you know that people can't smell like a 'specific food', and he only teases you without malice, as he loves to do, affectionately saying that you look 'like a little steamed bun' or peeking at what you're cooking, purring and squinting when you tell him to leave the kitchen.

You know that he can — is able — to cook well (after all, you somehow survived before you were old enough to cook yourself), but for some reason his food looks terrible all the time, and you can't name the reason, but can feel it in your heart. At least he can do physical work like fixing a house or a fence — and you want to say that you didn't decide to live with him just to be a servant, but you can't say this with certainty. You don't remember why you decided to live with Gege — it seems you've always lived with him.

Maybe you were with Gege from the very beginning?

ᥫ᭡ Your Gege is tall, flexible as a vine and his hair is so long that you could get tangled in it. His skin is soft and pleasant, even if his palms are slightly rough, and his pretty, scarlet lips, like cherry blossoms or drops of blood (maybe that's why he smells like blood?), look like a brushstroke that was left because of how adorable he looked on a beautiful, handsome face. Your Gege looked the way anyone would want to look, no matter if it's omega, beta or alpha. Your Gege has slender long legs, moderately broad shoulders, black peach eyes and a thin waist, and even if he gently teases that you will grow up to be even more rare magnificent, you know that the charm of your Gege makes even flowers be ashamed of their imperfections. If Gege wanted to, he could ascend and become the god of flowers — you are not sure if this is how it works, but if heaven did not give such beauty to someone great, then they are definitely blind. Your Gege laughs gently and says that 'Heaven has already given him the best gift', and if it were necessary, he would give everything, but not this "jewel", — and you understand who he means, but pretend that you don't. In the end, you know that you have no one but him, just as he has no one but you.

But he doesn't need to say it — even if he looks like a bunny, you know he's a cunning predator, like a weasel or a ferret. However, even in spite of his nature, you know that he cares about you, and probably cared even before you came, when you remember how you first saw your house — a memory from which your memory begins.

Everything around is like a perfectly modeled paradise for you — living in a comfortable, small house, with a beloved, gentle Gege, with trips to the city from time to time and the opportunity to do anything, since people don't go that far, while if you want to see more, then your Gege is always ready to get up and to follow you. It's like a flower garden in which you were the most luxurious and beloved, the only flower, while your Gege was a gardener who adored you to such an extent that he would do anything to make you bloom.

You want to tell Gege that he is the most charming for you, but he already knows it. After all, you haven't seen anyone for so long and often to tell if there is someone better. But something tells you that this is absolutely impossible — as if he was an absolute that others dare only look up to. If he called himself beauty number two, no one would be able to call themselves beauty number one. Gege says — with complete confidence, almost doom, with a sparkle in his matte black eyes, — that if he calls himself "handsome", then his face will burn with shame of brazen falsehood at the sight of you.

That is why, — he whispers, kissing the top of your head, as if cradling when you hide face in his chest, — the most beautiful things should be hidden.

You don't quite understand "why", but react to gentle purring, letting yourself be hidden in his clothes, smelling of him. even if the sleeping place is hard, Hege is soft and a little warm, and when you are in his hands, you feel as if the whole world is holding you, although he only gently purrs that you are his "whole world".

Just in case, you whisper that he is also your jewel and prettiest flower.

ᥫ᭡ Gege smells sticky, sweet, tender; his hair is wet and tangled, and even his scarlet lips look even brighter and more beautiful, as if soaked in blood, with a slight mist of blush on his cheeks, while his peach black eyes are like an abyss into which no one can help falling, seeing him so tender, so sensual, so... tempting. You can't — at least not now — be able to respond to courtship, not when the smell of milk is still subtly enveloping your body, but Gege doesn't mind at all, hoarsely whispering in the semi-darkness of the small, sweet house that everything is fine as long as you are around, don't go anywhere without him.

You will never you dare, of course, but when you bring him jugs of water, feeling the heat of his flexible soft body, you feel at home. His nest is elegant, not very full of soft things, but it "always has the most necessary" — you.

Even when his skin is so hot, like an oven, you feel so calm and good in his arms, burying your nose, as if hiding from the whole world. Gege's hands are gentle, with palms slightly roughened from frequent work, and you only purr that you have the best Gege in the world, your omega is the best, while he buries his nose in your hair, cooing inaudibly, pressing you to his flexible, wet body, but not at all to the "thirsty" or "in need of an alpha", as you have sometimes heard about omega leaks somewhere on the street — Gege is ruddy, bright-smelling, beautiful, but so homely and... ordinary, only becoming even more clingy and unwilling to leave the nest, and this is the only time when you do not go and leave offerings in front of a small temple for the "dear deity who guards this place."

You hope that the deity will not be too offended, looking at how your usually gentle and calm Gege whines that "you are too cruel" when you have to come out of his nest and bring water and light snacks, because you are an ordinary person and because everything inside the nest smells so much of him that you are afraid not to will he die of dehydration. You don't know how to handle omegas, but you are sure that "as long as Gege is good, everything is right". Gege only purrs that he only needs you to make him feel good when his long, elegant, eternally cold fingers cling to your clothes, looking at you with the gaze of a sad bunny, but your decision is unchanged.

You still bring some gifts to the deity, fearing that your Gege has messed up something again and you should at least remind from time to time that you are grateful to this deity and appreciate their protection.

And when you leave, you definitely feel better.

ᥫ᭡ The smell of Gege is thicker, richer, brighter, bloodily bright when blood flows from his elegant, white, long fingers — fortunately, not his, but even if it were his, you would take care of the wound and would stay on his chest before he wakes up.

You would a little like it to be his blood, because sometimes your Gege is so perfect that you want a little more human qualities from him,

especially when he gives you a gentle, adoring smile again, and his lips are even brighter than even the blood of the body lying on the rain-smelling, dark grass someone. This happens sometimes — even though you live in the forest, it only means that there are even more predators here. Gege gently purrs that you both should not go to the city for perhaps another month — who knows where else these creatures are hiding? it's not safe — and it's not that you're disappointed, having already bought everything you need... but you know that your Gege is doing it for you.

Every year there are more and more of them, like weeds in the garden, but Gege only gently tells you not to think about it, although you more than clearly see that the older you get and more often appears in cities and villages, the more of them. Gege sometimes allows you to go for things yourself to the nearest village, where not only passing merchants often stop, since the village is conveniently located with a road leading to the center, but also other rabble, and you can more than connect the point "they see me" and the point "they began to appear more often in our part of the forest." However, Gege, although omega, is not like ordinary omega at all — he always hides the bodies himself, although never comes back full or with meat, so you prefer to think that he feeds other beasts or does something else. You don't really want to know.

In the village, you heard about a case where omega endured violence from his spouse for a long time and eventually scratched out their eyes and chewed their throats, and whatever Gege did with the body, you just hope that it won't affect you. Of course, you do not commit violence against him, but your future spouse is not an "ordinary" omega, who can only endure until he explodes. Of course, you have never seen him explode, but you are sure that this will not be normal, and he will certainly commit one or two particularly serious crimes, which are whispered about from time to time in cities — you do not quite understand what it is, but you are sure that it will not be very good. Just in case, you regularly bring him flowers and cook food much better — Gege seems to think it's a little silly, but very cute, and hides head in your neck, purring that whoever you turn out to be, he will become your omega husband.

You are not self-presented in any way, although you no longer smell of milk and have definitely grown up, even matured rather, and Gege now puts his head on your chest, unlike how he hid you on his chest, like a parent hides his cub from danger. However, he continues to bring crowns of flowers and gently pulls your name, depending on how you take care of the household, still much better than him. Of course, he also contributes to your small household with a vegetable garden and a plan to build at least a chicken coop, but still prefers to spread out on the wooden hem, looking on how you work, and you can't blame him, seeing his happy face, like he's a pet that's been petted and is now resting.

(purrs plaintively when your hands slide over his chest, but you only coo him to relax when another flower appears on delicate neck, too contrasting with the color of his skin, just like the one that appears a little lower, then to the right, a small inflorescence on stomach, small bouquets on sides, scarlet spots on wet slippery trembling thighs, an ecstatic squeak when your lips descend lower, and his legs try to hide, but you only squeeze his knee tightly — and let him squirm while his legs wrap around your head, draining him even before the start to ease his desperate need and hunger.)

Perhaps you spoil omega too much, who has not even become your husband yet, but for some reason you always want to pamper him, as long as you remember yourself.

Perhaps you are just a good spouse from birth, huh?

cw blood, amnesia, poly relationship

ᥫ᭡ Red flowers always grow around little house. You often bring them to the deity, thanking for protection; the deity never responds, but you are still calmer and happier, as if the very knowledge that someone is guarding you inspires you — just like the sight of red flowers, almost as scarlet as the lips of Xie Lian, your mate, who picks up garbage, likes to dig in the garden and builds a chicken coop where you can then put the chicks, and also repairs the fence and the house, purring that he should prepare if you turn out to be a non-beta. You don't think that you will turn out to be a non-beta, but don't say anything, gently rubbing Xie Lian's back and not resisting when he offers to massage your, enveloping you with a gentle, slightly mettalic scent that has already become your favorite and so native that you can't imagine that there was a more attractive fragrance in the world.

The stranger in red smells of sweet datura — a fragrance that is so rich and bright that it could be used for demonic dual cultivation, but it envelops you so naturally, as if it is focused only on you. He has shiny black eyes, as if absorbing any sunlight that gets into them, and a carelessly woven black braid with a thin scarlet ribbon, the look of which is too familiar, but you don't understand why — and you haven't been so stupid and naive for a long time to say things like "I probably saw it somewhere on the market", because the way it is cut and decorated is too reminiscent of your way. His skin is white, too white for a person in any state of health except death, but his lips are peach-colored, curved in a mischievous smile with a hint of tenderness.

You don't see the point in asking if you know each other when the cheekily sweet fragrance becomes brighter at his playful approach, although you see how his body trembles slightly.

San Lang. My name, — if Xie Lian's smile is like the sun, then he rather resembles the devil, with this gentle youthful aura and the sparkles of the imp in his eyes, — but I'm much more interested in yours.

And before you have time to answer, he continues, trembling slightly, with pent-up delight, looking at you as a deity, although a devilish smile does not leave his thin, gently peach lips:

Let me guess, though.

Xie Lian, your sweet, gentle omega, has always told you that no one but him knows about you, — jewelry should be kept from others, — but in San Lang's eyes, a veil of pure adoration shimmers like black pearls in the light, especially when he tilts his head, and the familiar-looking earring gently follows this movement, caressing unnaturally white skin, like a drop of blood — the same as Xie Lian's bright scarlet lips.

I'm sorry; did I scare you? I just live in the city, — the son of a merchant family, — so I often saw you. Don't you remember me? You often come to our store.

Do you?

We could take a walk before my family starts looking for me, right? After all, I don't bite, so you have nothing to be afraid of, right?

Despite all the playfulness, you hear nervousness, and you can't find the strength to refuse, knowing that Xie Lian knows about your possible long absence and is probably busy outside the house right now. Maybe you just inhaled too much of its smell, leaving a taste in your mouth, and maybe it just seems to you when you feel the familiar bloody notes of fragrance through the sweet dope. Maybe it just seems to you that omega is too passionate about you and trusting even for someone who left the city for the first time and ended up in the forest, and is too playful, even if unmarried and not marked by anyone. You're not sure how normal it is when an omega tries so desperately to snuggle up and purrs something, more just keeping up a conversation than trying to develop it, enjoying your company the way a fish inhales oxygen in water after a long stay on land.

You're not stupid, though. Perhaps you are not very experienced, but you are not stupid, especially when he looks at you as a deity, and his gaze is too reminiscent of Xie Lian's gaze when he thinks that you do not see, not taking his unblinking eyes off you, as if afraid that if he does not see you and you do not give voice then you will disappear, go away like the morning mist.

And the fact that Xie Lian does not grow up; and the fact that you do not remember anything before coming to your "home"; and how you and he bring offerings to an unknown deity; and how white San Lang's skin is, but his gaze burns harder than a burnt hand that you have never burned in your memories.

The small child who fell from the wall; royal colors, like a kaleidoscope, with a sunny smile and a sword made of peach wood; clothes so bright that it's almost uncomfortable, but as long as he's around, everything is fine. Two faces, like a blurred image in a puddle. You don't remember anything before you were brought in and told that he's your family now, and you're not sure you want to know. Maybe there are things you don't need to know.

A small child. Red eye. Blood. A lot of blood.

The little lump on your chest, not understanding what's wrong with you, but trying to do everything.

When blood flows from your body, it doesn't hurt that much.

San Lang's lips taste like ripe cherries.

I don't think Xie Lian will mind.

You think that the omega story may have been more true and probable than you thought.

Perhaps you should find more flowers.

Oh, are you picking flowers for him again? Can I help?

For some reason, now you understand where the bodies went, who defended territory and why scarlet flowers bloomed around everything.

I don't know what you're talking about, my darling.

[darlingpwease]

yandere! luo binghe with shixiong!male!reader headcanons

Warnings: obsessive behavior, mentions of violence, and blood.

There may also be possible triggers in this story.

If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please hit the 'back' button on your device or computer and read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events.

I would like to thank @berrypuddingpwease for helping me expand a concept to full-fledged headcanons featuring one of my favorite characters from MXTX's danmei series, Scum Villian's Self-Saving System, aka SVSSS. This is dedicated to you, my friend :)

So without being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy!

Luo Binghe had suffered one tragedy after another in his life, and being a disciple of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect with a scummy master would later serve as the foundation of his twisted personality in the future. You know it will happen because you have read it. This world you had woken up in, is none other than the famous stallion novel, Proud Immortal Demon Way. Your current incarnation wasn’t a member of Luo Binghe’s three digit harem nor the villain Shen Quingqui, but an extra, a senior disciple in Qing Ding Peak. 

Since you weren’t equipped with a system, at least that you were currently aware of at the moment, it wouldn’t be considered OOC for canon fodder to try and be a good mentor to the current white lotus that is Luo Binghe, or try to improve your own cultivation so there was a chance you would survive the sect’s demise when the protagonist emerged from the Endless Abyss as an awakened Heavenly Demon. 

It started off with the small things ; greeting Luo Binghe  with a smile whenever you saw him, sneaking an extra bit of food or medicine into the woodshed when you were sure no one was watching you, especially Shen Qingqiu. He might be a good teacher, but his temper was a legend in this peak. 

The only way you could help Luo Binghe improve himself was to purposely compare your cultivation manual with the one he had, the false one written by the peak lord in an attempt to thwart the protagonist’s growth. By doing this, it would add another reason for Luo Binghe to hate his shizun. 

You allowed him to borrow your book to copy any information he needed, as he was discreet. Lup Binghe swore to take good care of the manual, holding it close to his chest with sparkling eyes as he stared at you with a smile. It was cute, this white lotus version of Binghe. 

Seeing positive changes in how behavior had been worth withstanding Shen Qingqiu’s anger, especially when he found out just the other day that you were the culprit who had been sneaking an extra portion of food to the protagonist. Good things the sleeves of the cultivation uniform were long enough to hide the bruises starting to form on your arms. There’s no doubt that the sect leader will start dishing out punishment to you from now on, even for the smallest mistake. 

Oh, well. You’ll just have to be more careful in behaving around the rest of the sect and Binghe from now on. Still, how could he continue to grow without triggering the events that would lead to his blackening?

As you contemplated these thoughts, you could not have realized nor believed just how much of your presence in this world the plot of Proud Immortal Demon Way in very unexpected ways until it was too late to revert the damage that had already been done. 

Luo Binghe is a  very sticky, lovesick puppy for the shixiong who has treated him with so much kindness and respect and it scares him. He’s afraid he’ll wake up one morning….and realize that it had been a sweet, sweet dream. But he wakes up early every morning, and he sees his shixiong teaching the others alongside Ming Fan….and when his shixiong sees him, he smiles. And it is a warm, friendly smile that Binghe secretly wishes would belong only to him and no one else. 

With his shixiong, Binghe’s life in the peak is so much better. He hasn’t been this happy in a long, long time…so why was his shizun continuing to punish his shixiong so unfairly? His shixiong didn’t do anything wrong! He is training him and the other disciples in preparation for the Immoral Alliance Conference, and doing more than his fair share of the chores around the peak! 

But no matter what his shixiong did or did not do, their shizun would pull him away and walk back to the bamboo house until it was past dinner-time. 

Shixiong tried to brush off his concerns with a smile, but Binghe wasn’t blind! He sees the angry whip marks on his senior’s arms, his head and robes soaked with tea, the pained look in his eyes! Shixiong….Shixiong doesn’t deserve to be treated like this!

He needed to get stronger. Not just to protect himself but to make sure Shen Quingqui wouldn’t hurt his shixiong ever again! And if the sect didn’t accept them being together, then they will find happiness elsewhere. Rogue cultivators did exist beyond these mountains, although the other disciples believed they were wholly evil. But Binghe has come to realize that this world isn’t just black and white. 

[darlingpwease]

@panna cotta, of course, I'm not hinting at anything, and I'm used to the fact that in our relationship, me and our writebabies are a flowers that the gardener does not take care of, but you can go and look for a new home in the attached post. I mean, I'm not exactly waiting for someone there, but I fulfilled the necessary condition and left the blog, but for some reason I don't see your tiny face even as an anon with 'hi crumb' 🤨🤨🤨

[darlingpwease]

♡ Max (anon), if you were a character in a novel, I would ship you with...

luo binghe

you can say 'ok, but crybabies aren't my type, didn't I say that', and you'll probably think the same when you meet him for the first time. innocent lamb, white lotus — not exactly your type, especially when you dress in black and like to scare yourself with scary things, finding comfort in uncomfortable, while LUO BINGHE is rather friendly and hardworking, steadfastly enduring all the troubles and remaining bright and positive, maybe a little crazy.

yes? yes?

no.

LUO BINGHE is the type who goes to the maximum and reaches the extreme in all respects and expressions — love, hate, joy, grief; he is very intense and emotionally filled, and his demonic heritage brings everything to a particularly high degree (especially in those versions where he gets a xinmo). no one is particularly interested in your view of the situation when your shidi's gaze clings to your figure and he reaches the point of no return, catching something in your eyes that makes everyone around fade against your background.

on the subject of relationships closer to 'The Heathers', especially when LUO BINGHE feels that he is about to lose you and everything that he craves, becoming especially anxious and aggressive, changing the personality of a fluffy puppy who, instead of barking, babbles like "shixiong shixiong shixiong" — to a grinning wolf that drags and carries away. LUO BINGHE is a "black sheep", but an intelligent black sheep, who understands too easily how best to 'hoe' and care for you, and what should be avoided so as not to push you away.

you may be tempted to push him away instantly, avoiding the young man out of disdain or antipathy — but in the end it will still lead you into his hands, especially when you realize that it is much easier and better to accept than trying to push or avoid, only provoking and teasing LUO BINGHE, who has long learned, that love must be earned, and it is in your best interest to love him without violence.

he will only encourage you if you are banned stayed in a house and will not get out anywhere except with him and at night. home is the fortress of your relationship, where he can always come back and grab you, knowing that no one will try to take you away — especially after what he will arrange if you decide to leave — and that he can always return home, where you are waiting for him.

LUO BINGHE is pretty much a trophy husband and boytoy, but closer to the point that he sits and smiles beautifully, playing with his hair, cooking your favorite food, bringing your favorite books and shamelessly pampering you — only to drag you home at maximum speed as soon as there is a threat that someone wants to "take"you. is he acting like an obsessive puppy? maybe, but when he turns around you, constantly sticking in and almost growling, you forced to give in if you don't want to experience various ethical manipulations afterward, the essence of which is to force you to be in a corner and agree with him.

is he clingy? more than that, but you refuse to have to go with it — after all, he is still sweet, innocent, kind and caring, happy to go everywhere with you, indulging your lazy life and accepting you as he is, expecting you to do exactly the same.

but he's still a white lotus, right?

[darlingpwease]

Do you know when ur new home is opening?? 🤨🤨

It looks so pretty btw omgomg /gen /pos

-panna cotta

awww, cutie<3 of course it's pretty just as I am like a blog like an owner yk /hj we're going to let you go ahead like a cat to a new apartment again, hmm? /ht /hj /affectionate

I plan to finish anon's matchup (because you'll get yours separately>:3) and close this blog so that everything else can be moved to the new one, since it is actually ready~

[darlingpwease]

by the way!!! new home is almost ready<3 our third home~

[darlingpwease]

... what is the chance that the fact that I don't write prevents me from having energy, and not vice versa, as I originally thought........

[darlingpwease]

... if moles are traces of places where a person was killed in a previous life, then I am proof that vampires exist.

[darlingpwease]

Wanted to share this amazing xie lian cosplay!!!

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8jNNtVR/

... this is such an accurate representation of xie lian's life that I was even stunned sjshhshs my poor sweet summer child /hj /gen

and!!! they're so pretty,,,, sjhdh gorgeous,,,,,, so gorgeous,,,,, I save that video, thank you<3333

[darlingpwease]

according to my relative's stories, I always thought that I was an optimistic and hyper sociable child (which is true by the way), only to find out that I was also the type who said at the age of five that life was pain and in general was very self-absorbed, 'smart' and depressed and. yow. that explains a lot.

[darlingpwease]

I mean, just imagine.

it's been more than ten years, but you haven't changed because you were dead, and you died from the fact that you (as implied) were torn apart by your own creations, and with your death you ended everything that was happening, stopping yourself — only to wake up and realize that you are now in someone else's body, your life is not over and now you must not just sacrifice your life to graduate, but face the consequences — and besides, so much time has passed, during which everyone was moving into the future, but you remained in the past, not having had time to "experience" these events and understand what you feel and what is happening to you and your brain, but you should immediately be in the thick of events and sort it out on the spot, without stopping for a moment, because you yourself know that if you stop, everything that you're running from will catch up with you, but you can't run forever, one day you'll hit a dead end.

It's just, bruh, I couldn't handle it all. I would engage in introspection in the first second of a new life after all that I have experienced, even if I tried to stop my subconscious. I don't understand how you can run so desperately and why.

[darlingpwease]

I really think what turn kuudere!CHU WANNING from 'come to me if you need help; if there is no reason, then there is no point for you to come' to 'come,,, just come,,,, even if there is no reason,,,,, drop by me sometimes,,,,,, I'm just glad to see you,,,,,,, come even if there's no reason,,,,,,,,,' is hot 11/10 100% everyone's favourite

[darlingpwease]

like imagine that you know that LIU QINGGE never lies out of honor and one day you playfully tell him during a tease that he continues this debate and is looking for you only because he is in love and behaves no better than a spoiled young master, expecting to hear the denial of your words — only to hear silence

[darlingpwease]

matchups and work about seth + deon hart will be slightly delayed,,,, on my way, but just some more days<3

[darlingpwease]

I politely informed them in advance that they would suffocate at the lecture tomorrow and they said they were glad. I guess they don't always understand the scale of how I smell now, but it's better for me, they can't move in the process of lecture after all sjhshdhsjhd

I applied all six perfumes to figure out which one is better and I now smell like a perfume factory

I like it