jebunkle

[jebunkle]

all about bunkle! (me :p)

hi! my online alias is bunkle, and i'm a tumblr author! i go by they/them, i'm aroace, as well as a minor. i love all kinds of music, most of the titles of my pieces are song/album lyrics or titles! i have a few ocs, and if you'd like to hear about them then walk on over to my request box! my blog is multifandom and here are possible things i could write for: honkai star rail (main fandom), forsaken, pressure, ena, demon slayer, and my hero academia. feel free to request any of these!

[jebunkle]

my blog guidelines

thank you very much for reading my requests and blog guidelines! my requests are always open unless i state otherwise, and the time it will take me to write your request is always undecided. if it's been over a month and you feel like your request got lost, feel free to resend it to make sure i got it!

rules -

no. 1 - i do not write smut. i am able to write things with suggestiveness or explicit undertones, but i will not write straight up nsfw. this blog welcomes all ages, but please do not request any smut!

no. 2 - that being said, smut & kink stuff are some of the only things i won't write. i can write yandere, character death, mentions of sh/eds (not straight up sh), and drug use.

no. 3 - i can write character x character despite this being an x reader blog, but i'm picky with my ships so i'll only write a select few. i can also do character x reader x character, but i dislike writing full on harems.

no. 4 - platonic relationships are my favorite to write! if you want to request something platonic, please feel free! most of my blog is romantic, but don't let it overshadow platonic stuff.

no. 5 - i will not write anything romantic involving characters that are minors. if you request something like this, i will deny and block you.

no. 6 - this blog only features gender neutral readers, so anyone and everyone can enjoy my content. please don't request a reader with a specific gender.

no. 7 - please give me a good lot to work with in your request! the more specific is better, so i can get a good idea of what you want in your request! if it's too vague, i won't write much on it, but if you include lots of detail on what you want, it gives me more to work with! also please add if you want a oneshot or headcanons.

more to be added!

[jebunkle]

masterlist

honkai: star rail -

sleepy time with chrysos heirs ft. aglaea, phainon, mydei

is this the real life?... ft. everyone, self-aware hsr

goodnight, i love you ft. mydei

forsaken -

death's accomplice ft. 1x1x1x1

[jebunkle]

sighhhhh if thats what you want rn alr i'll req u

can ya do 1x1x1x1 x reader who is like castorise (yes both hsr and forsaken mentioned)

death's accomplice

ty for the request anon, gn!reader, castorice!reader, very small use of y/n, betrayed 1x4 because her design makes me nut. 1x4 uses he/she/they, killer!reader, super poorly paced sorry lol, OOC PROBABLY I HAVENT READ MUCH LORE and really weird format... this was gonna be a oneshot but it weirdly developed into hcs format so dont come for me. ......or do😳

in short;; how would 1x1x1x1 be with a castorice-like reader? 680 wc

for some context, castorice is a soft-spoken honkai: star rail character who is the demigod of death. she wields a large scythe, and anything she touches crumbles within seconds.

— with such cryptic powers, every killer is of course extremely intrigued by you, thinking that you were some op hacker that the spectre recruited. everything you touch begins to glitch out of existence, even the studs that you run your hands along deteriorate within seconds; of these nosey killers, 1x1x1x1 especially was abundantly curious about you.

— the first time you appeared, they were confused by the fact that neither him nor his fellow killers spawned onto the map for another round. it was when you emerged from the darkness that it clicked to 1x1x1x1, there was a new killer. it was weird; there hadn't been any new killer in what felt like forever, so they decided to actually pay attention to you and your abilities.

— you began the round disoriented, glossing over your surroundings with utter confusion. as you looked up, there was a large timer in the sky with an objective underneath it. the goal was rather morbid, but you were no stranger to unwholesome behavior. your footsteps were hushed by the grass as you walked throughout planet voss, eyes darting at every sound.

— 1x1x1x1 had eyes all over you, analyzing your every move. the large scythe rested in your dominant hand was intriguing, was that all you needed to win? surely brute force wasn't the only thing you had up your sleeve. she expected something more flashy from the newest recruit.

— he swore he looked away for a single moment, glanced back, and suddenly there was two motionless corpses behind you. what was even more odd was that the sides of their torsos seemed to be.. fading? burning? the bodies' flesh and clothing began withering away, disintegrating into the calm wind.

— she didn't know whether he underestimated you or overestimated you, considering their options while their eyes were locked onto you. amidst his internal puzzle, 1x1x1x1 realized there was another victim withering into nothing in front of you, face contorted in horror as they held up a fading hand.

— well, safe to say he was impressed, and it's also safe to say that you were not finished yet.

— you were never a bloodthirsty person, but when push comes to shove, you do what your told. your voice is hardly ever raised with anger, your deadly hands always interlaced to avoid contact with others. you never thought about it until this moment how much power you held. this was certainly your first.. "spree".

— when the round finished, after your victory and being the crowned winner of course, you were teleported to a cabin. you seemed even more lost than when you first arrived, showing zero signs of the y/n that was seemingly filled with carnage the previous round. the first to approach poor, perplexed you was a tall, dark yet vibrant figure with white flowing hair.

— "what've we got here?" a low voice echoed from a few feet in front of you. your head tilted with confusion before piping up, "what? what is this whole.. place?" you motioned around you, twirling around to emphasize your question.

— "surely i thought you'd be much less complicit with the arbitrary objective, but i'm certainly surprised." their voice was a bit quieter, as if they were trying to hush his words and avoid eavesdropping. "i do as i'm told. even if it's.. that absurd. i just massacred eight people." your voice heightened with a bit of concern, eyebrows pinching together as you spoke.

— your words were briefly cut off with a gruff laugh, resonating from the person in front of you. you paused and waited for them to stop mocking you, "don't act all virtuous to me, i know what i saw." you looked a slight bit frustrated, looking past him and glancing around the rest of the cabin. "so, you.." you began before pausing, spotting two other figures past her. one was very bright red, hardly human, and another was rather bulky with seizure inducing defects scattered across their body.

— "you all, reside here?" you corrected yourself and glared back up at them. "us, now." she replied with a smug tone.

umm i'm definitely rusty at writing, but i did like this prompt! writing some established relationship hcs for 1x4 and reader would be fun :p lmk if yall want a pt2

[jebunkle]

hello did we not get the concept. pls send me anything to write dont be shy

ummm..... walks back over here hesitantly....

it's been. checks notes . 5 months.............. i was side questinf oops

ANYWAYS i want YOU to flood my box with honkai star rail requests pls! i've been playing forsaken too so if u wanna request that also then send em over.... PLEASE GIVE ME STUFF TO WRITE LITERALLY REQUEST ANYTHIGN except nsfw

[jebunkle]

ummm..... walks back over here hesitantly....

it's been. checks notes . 5 months.............. i was side questinf oops

ANYWAYS i want YOU to flood my box with honkai star rail requests pls! i've been playing forsaken too so if u wanna request that also then send em over.... PLEASE GIVE ME STUFF TO WRITE LITERALLY REQUEST ANYTHIGN except nsfw

[jebunkle]

this is the sweetest thing ive ever heard about my writing i love u so much

sleepy time with chrysos heirs heh, gn!reader, written before finishing 3.0 ahaaa

imagine aglaea sitting on her velvet sofa, threading her nimble fingers through your scalp, combing through your hair. her loving gaze is locked on your restful face, a look of pure admiration. she lifts one of her hands to slide over your cheek, circling the pad of her thumb over your soft skin.

as you slowly stir from her gentle caresses, she whispers a soft command to you. “my dear,” she looks into your barely opened eyes, “return to your slumber. i am right here.” her sultry voice flows through your ears, placing what seems to be a sleepy spell over you. your hand reaches up to graze aglaea's, her jade colored eyes soften at your tired touch.

think of the airy chuckle that phainon emits after accidentally waking you up for the third time. he can't help how ethereally peaceful you look while asleep, he can't help the way his hands automatically drift to cup your face, and he can't help how his stomach does flips by just looking at you. the early dawn shines through the curtains of you and phainon's abode, signaling that it was now morning and there was work to be completed;

despite this, phainon didn't have the heart to shake you awake. he knew that there were duties for both you and him to carry out, but isn't it so much nicer to lay at home with his sweetheart? “go back to sleep, love.”

mydei's typical intense gaze is abnormally gentle as he stares at you. the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest against his torso is practically a lullaby to him, yet he can't fall into slumber, due to the fact that he'd rather die again then pry his eyes from your tranquil form.

why can't he seem to rest normally when with you?

instead of his answer coming as he ponders, he hears the slightest mumble from you. mydei immediately glares at your face, searching for a hint of awakeness, but finds himself to be oddly relieved when he sums it up as sleep talking. hesitantly, he brings his hand to your back, massaging soft patterns into the skin. “what're you doing to me?” he mutters in a false annoyance.

thank u @/enchanthings-a & @/hyuneskkami for the dividers :p

if you enjoyed this, like/reblog so i know if i should make more!!! experimenting rn

[jebunkle]

who do yall want me to write for next :p

[jebunkle]

goodnight, I love you

sadness for valentines day bc why not :p angst, no comfort, reader's death, use of y/n, gn!reader, smitten mydei, reader is implied to be a chrysos heir

in short;; the saying that kremnoans don't do romance is proven true after mydei failed to be there for his lover. — 1.1k wc

blond light filtered in through the translucent curtains that hung over your windows, providing a comfortable light to awaken in. when mydei opened his eyes, the first thing they landed on was your ethereal form. you had already been basking in the warmth a few moments before the prince next to you had woken up.

the man groaned before turning over to face you fully. "mornin'." he grumbled out, causing you to turn your neck to face him. as you gazed at his drowsy state, you couldn't help but let a chuckle escape your lips. "good morning," you replied, your voice tinged with a lovingness he could only find with you.

the dawn was young as it shimmered on you, creating the most beautiful sight that one could imagine. something mydei loved about you was your effortless charisma, how you managed to be so inviting and careful during your duties and at home was beyond him.

"how long've you been up?" he asked groggily, yawning and extending his muscular arms out. something you loved about mydei was his own effortless charisma— to you, at least. his typically fierce glare always hindered when it was directed at you, instead replacing by a look of unadulterated admiration. you wondered if he was maybe hallucinating when he looked at you, considering the awe-struck look in his eyes.

"couple of minutes. the morning is particularly enchanting right now, no?" you replied, turning your eyes back to the window.

mydei grunted before sitting up as well, the silk sheets moving around his body like liquid. "it is." he answered, slightly taken aback by the unusual relief it gave.

before you could add onto the gawking of the sunrise, one of mydei's sturdy arms latched around your abdomen, pulling you back down into the soft sheets. you squeaked out a gasp in surprise, glaring down at him in confusion, "you're especially clingy today." you murmured to him, your tone bemused and teasing. "it's cold. just trying to stay warm." he excused, which in turn you laughed at.

as the two of you laid there in an undisturbed silence, your eyelids slowly began to grow heavy once more. mydei glanced down at your weary form, smiling smugly to himself at the fact that he managed to settle you down for a few more minutes of sleep. it may not be a lot, but time spent with you is worth more than anything. though the dusk was long to come, mydei could think of one thing to say; "goodnight," he whispered faintly, as to not disturb you, "i love you."

———

smoke drifted atop a tethered battlefield. there was a lingering sensation of defeat and desolation that flowed with the stuffy oxygen, creating a lump in mydei's throat.

blood was smeared over his chin, a result of the red droplets that fell from a small gash in his cheek. his golden eyes searched the worn soil franticly, begging to catch a glimpse of your face, to see that you were alive. all he needed now was the solace that you granted by simply being in his presence.

you, some yards from your lover, were seated uncomfortably against broken cement that you could only assume used to be a wall; the small civilization that once resided here had been reduced to crumbs.

heavy breathing could be heard in the distance, coupled with what sounded like distraught scuttling. you slowly opened your eyes to pin the location of the panic stricken footsteps, but were met with a sharp sting to your retinas. the smoke of the ruins had hardly settled and began to prick at your senses, inducing you to choke out a few strained coughs.

the small and vulnerable sound of someone gasping reached mydeimos' ears, to which he turned his head rapidly. he held an armored arm over his forehead, trying to shield his eyes from any of the smog that could possibly distract him.

through the grey, a figure could be outlined in the distance. they were hunched, hair messed up, and appeared to be holding their torso with one hand.

mydei's eyes widened as he rushed towards the individual, crouching down to meet them, "y/n? y/n!" he barked out your name, shaking you roughly to try and disturb you from the unconsciousness you succumbed to.

hardly aware, you wearily parted your eyelids, staring up into a familiar pair of optics. when mydei gazed at you, it was full of unadulterated admiration; however, two golden, terrified eyes met yours. you raised an eyebrow at him, "what?.." you said lazily, your head falling to the side.

mydei reached out to hold your face steadily, slowly bringing you into his arms as he knelt next to you. "no, no, no, what happened?!" he yelled. you would've flinched at his intense tone, but almost everything was drowned out by the drumming of your slowing heart. "why are you injured? what happened?!" he repeated, his tone less vigorous, yet still harsh.

mydei knew what happened. he should've been right next to you throughout the entire clash, he should've been behind you for you to fall back on, he was supposed to stand side by side as you two fought tirelessly to end the confrontation; yet he wasn't.

"mydeimos," you breathed out, your throat scratchy and pained. "i'm sorry." you mumbled, unaware of how pitiful you sounded.

"no, don't apologize, we're going to get out of here now." he commanded, his grip on your body tightening much to your discomfort.

a fatigued groan exerted from you as you removed your hand from the lethal gash in your abdomen. blood pooled around your clothing, tainting the fabric. mydei looked between your face and the wound, his breath picking up with panic.

"don't look at me like that.." you murmured remorsefully, reaching a crimson colored hand up to his face. your dirtied hand rested on his cheek as crystal drops of tears fell from mydei's eyes for the first time in forever.

the evening fell upon the two of you, a cold breeze coating the landscape. the land darkened and it seemed it was just the two of you in all of amphoreus. your gaze lingered from his pained face to the rising moon, and then back to him. "please," he begged, clutching you tighter and pulling him towards your chest as if to warm you up.

your hand fell from his face after a moment, the usual beaming color of your face draining slowly. your bottom lip quivered from the chill as you stared up at your lover.

"goodnight, mydei," you sighed. "i love you."

uhh this was made at 2:21 am so not really proofread :p I shld make some comfort after this to cheer yall up lmk who u want it with loool

[jebunkle]

do it do it (we all chant)!!! ;p

is this the real life?...

806 wc, gn!reader, all of them are having a mental breakdown

i saw some awesome sahsrau (self-aware hsr au) from @aventurineswife and they seemed a bit tired of making it...so i thought i'd give it a shot :p maybe ooc on some parts, sorry

the astral express who, while visiting a planet, begin to sense something amiss. it feels as if something, someone, has eyes on them occasionally.

while you're just logging in to play the game and pulling for new characters, everyone starts to freak out. what is watching over them? it can't be the aeons, something much more divine. hell, maybe even the aeons sense something is different.

himeko brews coffee while chatting quietly with welt, "you've felt it too, yes?" she asked him nervously, as if someone would hear if they were too loud. she sips her drink while glancing around every moment or so, displaying her franticness.

the express notices her off putting attitude, but before they can dwell on it, they begin to feel the same as her. it's almost like an illness, if this plague's symptoms were paranoia and impending doom.

the stellaron hunters are hardly different. kafka's smooth demeanor falters as she gazes off into the deep null of space. "who are you, divine being?" she asks into the nothingness, her sultry voice filling the otherwise empty air. as blade is sat on a couch, arms crossed over his chest, his posture seemed to be more tense than usual. of course, he was always uptight, but his behavior was extra rigid as of lately. silver wolf on the other hand, can't help but chuckle at kafka's philosophical rants and blade's silent pondering. she can tell that they're all puppets on a larger stage, meaning close to nothing in the vast universe — both her universe and yours.

aventurine, ever relaxed, has been carrying himself with a bit more of a troubled expression. his typical flamboyance has faltered and few around him have noticed. as aventurine sits on a red leather chair in an empty casino, he does not feel alone; tossing a golden coin between his fingers, aventurine begins thinking aloud. "i see you've chosen to reveal yourself, huh?" the blonde's voice is low and almost soft, as if he's trying not to offend whoever he may be speaking to.

dr. ratio's hair is a slightly unkempt, his eyebrows are pinched together much more frequently, and his papers and studies are left askew on his desk. a few members of the intellegentsia guild slowly catch onto how he's acting, and it's truly unbecoming of the infamous strict professor. his employees can be seen wearing a concerned expression when glancing over at him, yet are too afraid to inquire on his troubled state. "i will uncover whoever is ensuing this chaos amongst us all." ratio promises himself.

the xianzhou luofu is eerily quiet. the arbiter general himself has gone silent as well, as if the ship has been submerged into an ocean of solitude. jing yuan sits in his chair with his fingers intertwined atop his lap. internally, he wonders about this rumored 'creator'; are they real? is it an aeon? what does this mean for him? his companions? is something terrible on the horizon? his endless inquiries are certainly unlike him, causing the master diviner fu xuan to worry about him.

she feels that the world has been tilted also, however she's more concerned about jing yuan's scrambled state. "please, go home and rest, general." she pleads annoyedly, "mm. give me a moment, diviner fu." jing yuan replies quietly, his words melancholic. "you know as much as i do that something has changed." he states to the shorter woman.

boothill's shoes tap eagerly against the pavement that lined the roof of the building, echoing an ambience of anticipation. "what in the world are you?" the man questions the air rhetorically. he cannot, for the life of him, figure out what's causing such a stir in the mood of everyone, himself included. the silver cowboy's hand is rested on his hip, the other lifted to his neck with a finger pressed to his chin. "i dunno, but yer rackin' all our brains here.." boothill remarks, hoping that whoever is watching over him will hear it.

the enigmatic memokeeper is seen with a more defined smirk recently. black swan has taken interest is this unknown deity that has spiked fear and franticness all over the universe. she rests her palm against her chin, staring up into the stars that decorate the black outside of the express's windows. "i hope you'd be willing to speak with me, demiurge." she exclaims in a calm yet excited tone.

the head of the oak family stands in his obnoxiously large office, hands pressed against the polished table as he stares down at it. there's a few scattered documents thrown astray, but they're not important right now. all sunday can think of is you. he knows you exist, he's sure of it, and he won't rest until the day comes that you visit him and grace the world with your presence.

im so happy the eagles won the super bowl and kendricks performance was goated

dividers by @/hyuneskkami

[jebunkle]

i'm bunkle and i write stuff for people to read heh :p

minor; black swan, boothill, and gallagher lover; sfw only;

masterlist

rules/reqs <- read before requesting please!

all about me

[jebunkle]

is this the real life?...

806 wc, gn!reader, all of them are having a mental breakdown

i saw some awesome sahsrau (self-aware hsr au) from @aventurineswife and they seemed a bit tired of making it...so i thought i'd give it a shot :p maybe ooc on some parts, sorry

the astral express who, while visiting a planet, begin to sense something amiss. it feels as if something, someone, has eyes on them occasionally.

while you're just logging in to play the game and pulling for new characters, everyone starts to freak out. what is watching over them? it can't be the aeons, something much more divine. hell, maybe even the aeons sense something is different.

himeko brews coffee while chatting quietly with welt, "you've felt it too, yes?" she asked him nervously, as if someone would hear if they were too loud. she sips her drink while glancing around every moment or so, displaying her franticness.

the express notices her off putting attitude, but before they can dwell on it, they begin to feel the same as her. it's almost like an illness, if this plague's symptoms were paranoia and impending doom.

the stellaron hunters are hardly different. kafka's smooth demeanor falters as she gazes off into the deep null of space. "who are you, divine being?" she asks into the nothingness, her sultry voice filling the otherwise empty air. as blade is sat on a couch, arms crossed over his chest, his posture seemed to be more tense than usual. of course, he was always uptight, but his behavior was extra rigid as of lately. silver wolf on the other hand, can't help but chuckle at kafka's philosophical rants and blade's silent pondering. she can tell that they're all puppets on a larger stage, meaning close to nothing in the vast universe — both her universe and yours.

aventurine, ever relaxed, has been carrying himself with a bit more of a troubled expression. his typical flamboyance has faltered and few around him have noticed. as aventurine sits on a red leather chair in an empty casino, he does not feel alone; tossing a golden coin between his fingers, aventurine begins thinking aloud. "i see you've chosen to reveal yourself, huh?" the blonde's voice is low and almost soft, as if he's trying not to offend whoever he may be speaking to.

dr. ratio's hair is a slightly unkempt, his eyebrows are pinched together much more frequently, and his papers and studies are left askew on his desk. a few members of the intellegentsia guild slowly catch onto how he's acting, and it's truly unbecoming of the infamous strict professor. his employees can be seen wearing a concerned expression when glancing over at him, yet are too afraid to inquire on his troubled state. "i will uncover whoever is ensuing this chaos amongst us all." ratio promises himself.

the xianzhou luofu is eerily quiet. the arbiter general himself has gone silent as well, as if the ship has been submerged into an ocean of solitude. jing yuan sits in his chair with his fingers intertwined atop his lap. internally, he wonders about this rumored 'creator'; are they real? is it an aeon? what does this mean for him? his companions? is something terrible on the horizon? his endless inquiries are certainly unlike him, causing the master diviner fu xuan to worry about him.

she feels that the world has been tilted also, however she's more concerned about jing yuan's scrambled state. "please, go home and rest, general." she pleads annoyedly, "mm. give me a moment, diviner fu." jing yuan replies quietly, his words melancholic. "you know as much as i do that something has changed." he states to the shorter woman.

boothill's shoes tap eagerly against the pavement that lined the roof of the building, echoing an ambience of anticipation. "what in the world are you?" the man questions the air rhetorically. he cannot, for the life of him, figure out what's causing such a stir in the mood of everyone, himself included. the silver cowboy's hand is rested on his hip, the other lifted to his neck with a finger pressed to his chin. "i dunno, but yer rackin' all our brains here.." boothill remarks, hoping that whoever is watching over him will hear it.

the enigmatic memokeeper is seen with a more defined smirk recently. black swan has taken interest is this unknown deity that has spiked fear and franticness all over the universe. she rests her palm against her chin, staring up into the stars that decorate the black outside of the express's windows. "i hope you'd be willing to speak with me, demiurge." she exclaims in a calm yet excited tone.

the head of the oak family stands in his obnoxiously large office, hands pressed against the polished table as he stares down at it. there's a few scattered documents thrown astray, but they're not important right now. all sunday can think of is you. he knows you exist, he's sure of it, and he won't rest until the day comes that you visit him and grace the world with your presence.

im so happy the eagles won the super bowl and kendricks performance was goated

dividers by @/hyuneskkami

[jebunkle]

sleepy time with chrysos heirs heh, gn!reader, written before finishing 3.0 ahaaa

imagine aglaea sitting on her velvet sofa, threading her nimble fingers through your scalp, combing through your hair. her loving gaze is locked on your restful face, a look of pure admiration. she lifts one of her hands to slide over your cheek, circling the pad of her thumb over your soft skin.

as you slowly stir from her gentle caresses, she whispers a soft command to you. “my dear,” she looks into your barely opened eyes, “return to your slumber. i am right here.” her sultry voice flows through your ears, placing what seems to be a sleepy spell over you. your hand reaches up to graze aglaea's, her jade colored eyes soften at your tired touch.

think of the airy chuckle that phainon emits after accidentally waking you up for the third time. he can't help how ethereally peaceful you look while asleep, he can't help the way his hands automatically drift to cup your face, and he can't help how his stomach does flips by just looking at you. the early dawn shines through the curtains of you and phainon's abode, signaling that it was now morning and there was work to be completed;

despite this, phainon didn't have the heart to shake you awake. he knew that there were duties for both you and him to carry out, but isn't it so much nicer to lay at home with his sweetheart? “go back to sleep, love.”

mydei's typical intense gaze is abnormally gentle as he stares at you. the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest against his torso is practically a lullaby to him, yet he can't fall into slumber, due to the fact that he'd rather die again then pry his eyes from your tranquil form.

why can't he seem to rest normally when with you?

instead of his answer coming as he ponders, he hears the slightest mumble from you. mydei immediately glares at your face, searching for a hint of awakeness, but finds himself to be oddly relieved when he sums it up as sleep talking. hesitantly, he brings his hand to your back, massaging soft patterns into the skin. “what're you doing to me?” he mutters in a false annoyance.

thank u @/enchanthings-a & @/hyuneskkami for the dividers :p

if you enjoyed this, like/reblog so i know if i should make more!!! experimenting rn

[jebunkle]

◦˚~ BUNCH OF LIGHT GREY/WHITE DIVIDERS by enchanthings ~˚◦

white dividers:

Requested by: anonymous Info: these were all made & edited by me. please reblog/like if using!