Ill Yan and their Android counterpart + Cursed Reader
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"I used to cry myself to sleep every night... Thankfully, I didn't kill anyone when it first happened, but I was really looking forward to eating that apple. On the bright side, I don't get my hands dirty when I eat anymore since I have to keep my gloves on..."
"...."
"Sorry, is there something you want to say?"
"...."
"Not talking today? That's okay... Company is company, even if it's quiet. I'm glad you decided to stalk me, Robot guy. I hope whoever you bought those groceries for doesn't mind you being out this late. I'll have that vase you ordered done by the time you come back tomorrow"
Should they...tell you? No, if you knew there was someone else behind those eyes you'd never speak to them again. The fear they'd want to meet you in person someday would be too constant for you to ever feel comfortable with them in your home.
And you'd be right to have it.
You don't think about how it happened. Some part of you doesn't want to find out at all.... One day things are fine. You go about your day, holding those dearest to you - blissfully ignorant to how it would be for the last time. The next...every living thing you possess rots beneath the smallest touch.
You became reclusive, a shut in. Opportunities for work were far in between for someone in your situation. Thus, you took to selling pottery and arf from the safety of your own home to get by. The only time you left the house nowadays was mainly to attend art festivals were you'd sell your crafts. Festivals akin to the one you met them at.
"Can I ask why your human named you Sox?"
".... My master hated socks when they were small with a burning passion. Whenever they had to get dressed, they'd sneak the socks their parents left out for them on the feet of early prototypes of, well, me- So, they named me Sox"
When you first crossed paths, you incorrectly pinpointed them as another exhibit. What with that cardboard box in their head and the sear glow of their eyes you thought possibly they were another seller trying to gain interest from the crowd. A blunder swiftly fixed by their intrigue in purchasing most of your stock - the lone exceptions being items already purchased and set aside for other customers. They were so amazed by every piece - even the tiny imperfections you failed to notice where another focus of awe for the odd stranger. They talked your ear off for what seemed like hours until.
"Gah! How are my batteries this low? Even my backups are drained... Have I been out this long? I'm sorry for cutting things so short, but I have to go - do you have a business number I can reach you at?"
Later that day you received the first phonecall of many. The caller on the other end introduced themselves as the person who approved the purchase of all those vases. They mentioned something about how stuffy their room could get and the pots gave them more room to plant their flowers. They asked if you would be willing to make custom pieces for them and if they could pick them up from your home at the earliest convenience. You agreed.
In the comforts of your own home, it was easy to forget your gloves - less you were eating. Removing them was the same as shedding off a heavy coat after a long day, but at times they felt like another layer of skin. Still, you worked best without your gloves and you needed to allow your hand breathe every now and again. A knock on the front door alters you to a guest. It's the person from the art alley, still wearing that box atop their head. They extend their palm, reaching out for a handshake.
'Goodmorning! I realize I forgot to tell you my name the last time we met. My name is Sox and it is a pleasure to meet you formally."
"Y/n. Likewise...."
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How could you be so careful?
The tiny smile adorned on your face plummets into a grimace of dread as your bare hand makes contact with their.... surprisingly cool flesh. The waiting for the end is excruciating. The life you built throughout this grueling years decaying away just like their organs before long. You'll have to move. Seclude further into hiding.... Bury what's left of their remains.....
"Is there something the matter?"
You open your eyes. No signs of rot. Not even any aging to their skin.
"You...I.... You're...alive?"
"Alive? Hm, not exactly on the account of me being a robot. Are you feeling well? Do you need assistance?"
A robot... That would explain several things. Such as the hue of their eyes and the delay in their voice. A robot.... You grip their hand tighter, urging them to step inside your home as tears blur your sight.
"I'm fine. Please, come in."
You thought it would be a one and done deal. It was silly of you to get so emotional at the time, but it passed quickly. If anyone was hung up on something it had to be Sox of all... people?... They were fascinated by everything in your living room from the collections of art you decided to keep to the normal decor. The vases they..or whoever had bought them were right there on the coffee table...
Hm...
"Sox? If it's alright for me to ask - who was that person I spoke with the other day? They almost sounded like you, but....not."
"You mean my human? My voice is synthesized from theirs so that's the most likely candidate. They made me to do their errands for them since it can be difficult for them to leave the house. They aren't in the best of health, but they also have a hard time trusting people... I'm sure they'd like you, though. Not many people let robots with boxes on their head into their house all willy nilly like this, y'know?"
"Your...human. I'm sure if they made you they must be nice, but I probably shouldn't meet them."
"Why's that?"
You scratch at your arm. "I don't blame you if you don't believe me, but... I'm cursed... I think. Everything I touch rots. Plants, meat, people.... Like I said I don't blame you if you don't believe me."
The robot doesn't say anything for a while. After what feels like an eternity, they grab your hand - sliding it beneath the cardboard wall of their helmet.
"That so sad. I have no reason not to believe you since that'd be a silly thing to make up. Especially after seeing how you flinched when we shook hands at the door. Do you mind if I come back to visit sometime? My human sleeps a lot so I'm stuck doing chores. I'd much rather watch you work than sweep off their figurine shelf for another afternoon."
"...Yeah. If - you keep it a secret from them. I don't want your...human to know where you go and ask to see me to get to know who their helper is with all the time. I'm really not that interesting...."
Bright eyes capture the small smile regaining its position on your face. Elsewhere, a head hits a keyboard - checking to see if their microphone is still on as they murmur-
"Fuck."
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Is Jasper they/it? Whatre their pronons
Yea Jasper uses they/it pronouns
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@ranshin03
"Fletcher! I've been trying to reach you all morning, dear. Could you do me a favor and-"
"Gate's closed, ain't it?"
"Er.....Yes?"
"Is there a fire?"
"N-no?...."
"Somebody dying?"
"...n"
"Then you don't need me. Have a good day now."
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If Fletcher wants his alone time with his spouse then that's just what he'll get. He does everything for the town- the least they can so is give him twenty-four hours of peace with the love of his life less they want him to work himself to dead like he nearly did before they came around. Folks around town are so used to Fetch ignoring their words of advice when they beg him to rest for once, they can't fathom how laid back he becomes after darling comes into the picture on days he wants to spend alone with them.
If the gates to his property is shut, Fletcher will not step foot off the farm unless someone is injured - or Darling wants to spend the day in town. Fetch likes to start the day slow with breakfast in bed. If Darling likes cooking he'll wake them up to help. The farmer would be well and happy just lazing the day away cuddled up with his sweetheart, but if they'd like to go out for once he'll surprise them with a picnic or something simple like picking fruits to share back at home.
Bothering Fletcher on his day off is like poking a sleeping bear. He'll appear them if they refuse to leave or Darling insists he sees what they want to get them out of the picture quicker. He'll be a tad nicer in the second scenario, but regardless that person is getting the cold shoulder for weeks. Dead silent soon as they walk by no matter how deep he was into conversation with another party. If they can't respect his time why should he respect them?
The only way they'll gain his forgiveness is if Darling forgives them for him.
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Fletcher - arms folded over his chest: 's not fair. One day - that's all we asked for. Some people just don't know a thing about respect anymore.
Darling: I know it was pretty rude of them, but you'll forgive them, right? For me?
Fletcher: You can't keep pulling that card on me, Sweetheart....
[Nuzzles his nose to theirs]
Fletcher: You know it works everytime~ ♡
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I don't wanna take him off :(
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Duality of a (snake) person. Jasper has different slightly writing styles when talking to Bunny Darling between their main and alt accounts. Main is a lil silly with sweet, caring undertones and alt is.... Yeah
Jasper(Main): (๑•﹏•) I heard that awful pervert came back again. I'm so sorry you're going through this, Y/n. (╥﹏╥) It's not right. ^_^ Just try to keep your chin up tho- I'm sure they'll go away soon! Prayers and hugs ⊂((・▽・))⊃
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Jasper (Alt): You're mine. You're fucking mine, you hear?! I'll get rid of anyone who tries to tear us apart. I love you so much, Bunny. I don't mean to scare you. I love you so so much it hurts. Please talk to me....
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I’m waiting to go into a concert and it’s literally so cold out here
hopefully it'll be warmer on the inside. i've already had my first nosebleed from the rising heat out here it's game over this spring/summer
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had a dream that people stopped calling Miller he/him for once and called them they/them-
i want that dream :(
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Jasper is a menace. Carries around syringes full of their venom to use on its victims who dare get in the way of their happy ending with Bunny Darling. They can't go around biting people out in the open, but they also can't use the needles too often or suspension from police might spread over to their local. (I imagine Jasper lives a few cities/states away from Bunny Darling just far to where if someone in Darling's town died due snake venom eyes wouldn't immediately be on them.)
Jasper nearly kidnapped Bunny Darling while they were at a convention in their city, but at the last second they noticed the milky yellow color of the liquid and realized the sedative they had planned to use was actually one of their other needles. It cried like a bitch for almost poisoning their darling for weeks.
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Nvm my date canceled on me
maybe something came up and they have to reschedule? sorry to hear that tho,chef. iwish i could saymore for you ut i'm pretty high rn if 'm being honest
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Do you have any shapeshifter ocs?
TECHNICALLY, my sweet hubby wifev Liu is a shape-shifting parasite, but full on shifting besides mimicking voices can make them feel alien/dysphoric after a while because their face/appearance makes them feel most human since the majority of their species are born/spawn "faceless"
I do have another oc who is the same species as Liu, but far more willing to use their powers. Their name is Ink and currently they have two "faces" - slut tattoo artist and the hard working art major who's nsme i dont remember atm - two humans Ink killed and ate to hijack their lives
Liu mostly shifts between male and female because they are genderfluid while occasionally mimicking voices to get their darling if push comes to shove with turning into sane person as a last and final resort. Ink will snatch a person's face and make their darling see them as their worst enemy without batting an eye.
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ily fletcher and foxboy darling but i also think fletcher and childhood friends bunny darling has potential where darling thought they were the same species but one day bro just ended up like twice their size
God, that's so cute tho- Imagine Bunny Darling is a city bunny who only got to see Fetch during the summer/fall months when they were little. Their visits became less and less frequent til they got too caught up with school/work to make time to travel.
The pair haven't seen each other in nearly a decade since Bunny Darling's last visit...giving ample time for the farmer to grow and morn the long days without his dearest friend.
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"Fletcher! Fetch?"
Everyone's so happy to see you. One step off the bus and you're already crowded by a sea of familiar faces- Asking how you've been. If you even remember them after all this time. Like you could ever forget....This town, this people. They'll always have a place in your heart no matter how far you travel or how long you're away.
You pray you still have a place in his....
"Fletcher? Are you out here? I'm back! Fl-"
A broad shadow splits the welcoming committee in two - strong arms falling around you as it reaches your position. As if lifting paper, the figure plucks you off your feet with minimal effort - squeezing you tightly to his chest as fresh tears drip onto your fur. You've never seen a bunny so big, but you'd recognize that sniffling from anywhere.
"F...Fletcher?!.... Is that you?!"
His voice falters, disbelieving of the sight before him now. "You came back...I got your letters, but I didn't think you'd actually...."
Your crane your head to look up at the larger rabbit as he place you down, finding it difficult to meet his damp eyes from the lowered bill of his hat. "Wha...How? You were barely a hair taller than me the last time we met. How is this possible?"
Fletcher chuckles. Only you'd have a reaction this cute. "My old man....my other old man had some pretty strong genes. Summer after you left was the growth spurt of several. Biggest rabbit this town has seen if I had to say...Big enough to keep you from wandering far from home again if ya try...."
Fletcher shoves his cap down further, shrinking back to that little bunny you knew all those summers ago benath its cover. "Sorry. Never been too good at making jokes myself. You are staying, though - right? I don't think my poor heart can take parting with you again..."
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So would you, by chance, mind if I make some art of Host? If so, could you gimme a little more description of what he looks like?
Love your work btw!
Yea sure be my guest
Here's an older written description that I fixed up a bit Here
And the doodle i did of him a bit ago for measure
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Haven't talked about them in a few days, but I just adore Jellyfish Darling and Alien together because I imagine Jellyfish as this ethereal, angelic looking being with their translucent skin and tendrils - and then we just have Al who is this normal guy (on the surface)
This dork who lives in spaceship pajama pants pulling what has to appear God's gift to humanity solely over the fact they both glow.
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Alien: My moms are religious, but personally I just can't picture God being real, unless they're the biggest asshole in the universe. If God existed and loved its creations then why the fuck do I keep dropping my keys down the exact same storm drain?
Jellyfish Darling: [exists]
Alien: I stand corrected.
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Alien, talking to a coworker/friend at the theater they work at: Meeting them was the best moment of my life..... I mean I would've drowned if I had human lungs - which I do, but besides that it was still the best day of my life.
Coworker: Sick, I'm happy for you, dude. Got any pictures of them?
Alien: Ye- [Remembers that Jellyfish Darling is the finest thing to grace this earth - tossing their phone at the wall behind them] Well, I did, but as you can see my phone just broke.
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Alien wears a shirt that reads "Me and the bad bitch I pulled not knowing how to swim" whenever they hang out with Jellyfish Darling soon as it comes in the mail
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Jasper would totally be all " erm ACTUALLY! " if a single chatter tried to say bunnyboy reader is doing a recipe wrong. They are the biggest whiteknight EVER.
For someone who wants to fill their darling full of their eggs, Jasper sure does a lot of dick-riding.
Bunny Reader picks up the salt jar by accident while reaching for the sugar-
"I think you grabbed the wrong jar."
"Salt."
Jasper: Be quiet. Did you guys ever think that maybe they're making something that requires a lot of salt.
Bunny Reader, checking the jar they're holding: Whoops! Wrong one. Thanks for helping me out, chat!
Jasper: You're welcome! ^_^ ♡♡♡♡
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Is Gus a platonic yandere or are you willing to do nsfw with them?
nah, platonic yans aren't really my thing so Gus is available for nsfw asks if you have any
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weed brownie
where
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