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╰┈➤Hwei's fourth ability

I just love the irony that Hwei's fourth ability is golden (Jhin's favorite color and number. You can read more about that here)

That shows how much Hwei is connected to Jhin... Almost like Jhin is Hwei's despair (The name of the Ultimate is Spiraling Despair)

The "Spiraling Despair" is not merely an emotional state; it's the consequence of being profoundly impacted by Jhin's artistic philosophy and ultimately betrayed by him. The color gold, therefore, becomes a visual metaphor for the seductive yet destructive nature of Jhin's influence on Hwei's life and artistic journey.

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Ugh, when my boyfriend wears nitrile gloves and a lab coat for work, it's like the epitome of professional sexiness. 😭 There's something so alluring about the way the blue nitrile gloves fit his hands perfectly, and the way the white lab coat makes him look so confident and in control. Who knew workwear could be so hot?

I have no shame in admitting that I absolutely LOVE it when my boyfriend wears gloves during sex. There's something about the contrast of the soft, supple material against his skin that drives me WILD. And don't even get me started on the extra sensation he gets when his fingers explore my body, the texture of the gloves adding an extra layer of intensity to every touch. Let's just say it takes my pleasure to a whole new level-

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It's out!

Here

🧪🔬 Yandere Science, Anyone? 🔬🧪

OKAY SO. Who would be interested in a Yandere!Lab Technician/Yandere!Scientist fanfic? It’s such a specific niche, but I’m super excited to write some headcanons about it! 💖👀🔬

I mean, doctors get all the attention, but let’s be real—the lab folks in the background deserve some love too!

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Yandere!medical and technical lab assistant/scientist OC x GN!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, Manipulation, Intimidation, Jealousy, Emotional Distress

Note: It is such an underrated Yandere trope :3 Shout-out to my boyfriend who gave me inspiration <33

Yandere! Lab Assistant whose infatuation began when you started your internship at the renowned hospital laboratory

Yandere! Lab Assistant who was captivated by your curiosity and enthusiasm for science

Yandere! Lab Assistant who became fixated on every detail about you, from your laughter to the way you handled lab equipment

Yandere! Lab Assistant whose brush against your hips the first time you peered through a microscope felt accidental, but it was anything but. He intended it as a subtle test, gauging your reaction

Yandere! Lab Assistant who, when you didn’t flinch, felt emboldened, and his touches grew bolder and more deliberate each time, lingering just a moment longer than necessary

Yandere! Lab Assistant who brushed off his touches as innocent; after all, lab work often required close proximity

Yandere! Lab Assistant who loves to take your face in his gloved hands, gently cupping your cheeks as he gazes into your eyes

Yandere! Lab Assistant who would go beyond just touching you in the lab; he would also go out of his way to ensure that your interactions felt intimate and personal. Whether it was adjusting your lab coat collar, brushing a stray hair from your face, or wiping your mouth during lunch breaks

Yandere! Lab Assistant whose touches became more conspicuous—sometimes lingering on your waist or back. You began to feel uneasy, sensing an intensity in his gaze that made you uncomfortable

Yandere! Lab Assistant who, when you weren't near him, was absorbed in his work, as if his mind were in another world

Yandere! Lab Assistant who, by offering you reassurance and support during long nights, aimed to position himself as the one person you could rely on completely

Yandere! Lab Assistant who, when you once entered a relationship, took on the role of a devoted partner, but his love came with strings attached

Yandere! Lab Assistant who frequently insisted on taking your blood for routine tests "just to make sure you're healthy."

Yandere! Lab Assistant who forced you to take vitamin supplements after discovering vitamin deficiencies

Yandere! Lab Assistant whose fascination with your well-being extended beyond just checking your blood. He would meticulously monitor your health records, memorizing every detail and symptom to preemptively address any potential issues

Yandere! Lab Assistant who, to further secure his hold on you, would manipulate your relationships with other staff members

Yandere! Lab Assistant whose jealousy would flare unexpectedly, especially if he noticed you interacting with other lab assistants or medical personnel

Yandere! Lab Assistant who would confront you with accusations disguised as concern, insisting that he only wanted to protect you from those who didn’t have your best interests at heart

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Ghostface x F!Reader

Here is the link for the AO3 fanfic

Tags/Tw: Smut, Breeding, Knifeplay, Blood and Violence, Blood Kink, Blood and Torture, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rape, Rape Fantasy, Non-Consensual Touching, Penis In Vagina, Sex, Choking, Glove Kink, Gloves, One Shot, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Degradation, Degradation Kink, Mirror Sex, Rough Sex, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Teasing, Fuck Or Die, Fear of Death, Fear Play, Pain, Hair-pulling, Emotional Hurt, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Restraints, Begging, Angst

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Naww what the hell. IT'S SOO AMAZING 🖤🖤🖤 He has Dom energy omg sksnjsksbrjeke

❤✨

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Nawww that's toooooo cute omg. It's so beautifully painted!! I absolutely love the little moon and strawberry on her face 💓

Strawberry Zoe 🍓🌸

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🧪🔬 Yandere Science, Anyone? 🔬🧪

OKAY SO. Who would be interested in a Yandere!Lab Technician/Yandere!Scientist fanfic? It’s such a specific niche, but I’m super excited to write some headcanons about it! 💖👀🔬

I mean, doctors get all the attention, but let’s be real—the lab folks in the background deserve some love too!

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Art Commissions

Link to website

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The stickers turned out so pretty! 🩷🩷

I will definitely buy them soon!

Update!! All of these stickers are now available on my Etsy!! Thank you guy for all your encouragement and support!! It means the universe to me and only buy stuff if you can comfortably financially do so!! Link

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Exiting news!

I'm going to post a Ghostface x F!Reader Smut Fanfic on Halloween hehe 🎃

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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: League of Legends Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Lukai Hwei/Reader, Lukai Hwei/Khada Jhin, Khada Jhin/Reader Characters: Lukai Hwei, Khada Jhin Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, No Smut, Angst, Jhin comes later, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Violence, Love, Developing Relationship, Protectiveness, Falling In Love, painting together, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Reader-Insert, Kidnapping, Attempted Murder, Really no slow burn, Dark, mild stalking, Art, Kissing, Torture, Aftermath of Torture Summary:

In the art studio of the Temple of Koyehn, you and Hwei embark on an artistic journey of discovery that goes far beyond mere inspiration. As your brushstrokes dance across the canvases, a deep connection blossoms, revealing a world of untapped creativity within the two of you.

But a storm is brewing. Hweis' art takes an unsettling turn as he delves into the depths of his dark and unpredictable paint magic. The power that captivates him fills you with an uneasy feeling and sparks a clash of emotions.

To complicate matters further, Jhin arrives at the Temple of Koyehn. Shrouded in danger, Jhin harbors a terrifying intent - to make you disappear, eliminating any potential influence you may have over Hwei. However, as Jhin observes you closely, he becomes intrigued by your artistic abilities and the unique connection you share with Hwei.

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Art's Silent Language (Lukai Hwei x GN!Reader)

Warnings: violence, blood, slight torture, kidnapping

Chapter 4: Through the Artist's Eyes

(part 1 here)

Summary: Captured by Jhin, you face a final performance of pain and beauty. Will this be Jhin's last act, or just the beginning of something more?

(Note is at the end of the chapter)

A searing pain lanced through your skull, each beat of your heart a hammer blow against it. You fight to open your eyes, the world a swirling vortex of darkness and pain. You blink, the world snapping into focus, revealing a figure bathed in the dim, ethereal glow of a single lantern.

Jhin.

His lips curl into a smile that holds no warmth, only a chilling, unsettling amusement. He moves with a grace that belies the terror he instills, his fingers, slender and elegant, tracing the outline of a wound on your head.

The cloth he holds, pristine white against the darkness, is a stark contrast to the crimson blossoming on it. He presses it gently against your wound, the pressure a searing agony. But there is a strange, almost hypnotic quality to his touch, a calculated precision that feels more like a surgical procedure than a simple act of tending to a wound. Each stroke of the cloth is deliberate, methodical, as if he were an artist meticulously applying paint to a canvas. The blood, once a vibrant red, is absorbed into the fabric, leaving a dark, ominous stain that mirrors the chilling dread that grips your heart.

You try to speak, to scream, but your throat is parched, your voice a mere croak.

"Shh, do not struggle," he coos, dabbing at your face. You flinch at his touch, feeling scrapes where your skin meets ropes. Jhin examines you with a twisted smile, his eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and malice, as if savoring discomfort. "You’ll make this worse for yourself," he warns softly, leaning very close.

"Release me," you say sharply.

Jhin throws back his head and laughs, a grating cacophony that sets your nerves on edge. Slowly, he circles you, trailing a gloved finger along your tense shoulders.

"My dear captive, you presume to threaten me?" he croons softly. "It is I who hold power in this dance, not some chirping fledgling gasping in my claws."

Halting before you, Jhin grips your chin in a punishing grip. His veneer of control cracks, exposing raving lunacy beneath.

"No artist lets his muse flee until the opus is complete! I have divined such exquisite torments for our finale. Through your anguished song will I craft my crowning masterwork!"

His long-fingered hand traces your cheekbone, leaving a trail of cold in its wake. You tremble under his gaze, uncertain of what horrors lay in store. 

You struggle against your bonds, to no avail. Jhin observes your movements with interest, like a painter studying his subject. Outside, the sunset paints the decaying walls in hues of orange and gold.

"Through art, all things can be transformed," Jhin continues rapturously. "Your mortal flesh will become something everlasting. I will alchemize your essence until only brilliance remains."

He lifts a glinting tool, and you see it is a sculpting knife, its edge honed to deadly precision. Panic rises in your throat as Jhin studies the play of fading sunlight on the blade.

"Diamonds, like humanity, are born of turmoil. Extreme heat and pressure fuse the chaotic cloud into clarity. So too shall you be remade." His voice rings with messianic fervor. "Soon, you will shine eternally as my greatest creation. The transformation begins...let the ceremony commence!"

As your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, more details of your surrounds emerge. Crumbling brick walls are papered with faded posters advertising long-forgotten shows. A thick layer of dust covers the worn floorboards; your chair stands center-stage in a decrepit house.

Overhead, tattered curtains sway in the breeze drifting through broken windows. Beams of dying sunlight pierce the gloom, illuminating spinning dust motes like flecks of gold. It is a place suspended between creation and ruin - the perfect setting for Jhin's dark vision. 

The artist himself paces before you, muttering excitedly to himself.

"The lighting is perfect, the composition sublime," he muses. "All that remains is to complete my masterwork."

Jhin's hands flit restlessly over his assortment of strange artifacts: gleaming surgical tools, arcane tomes bound in human skin, vials containing viscous liquids and mysterious powders. His meticulous artist’s mind sorts rapidly through options.

Finally, he selects an instrument resembling a paintbrush, but its bristles end in thin blades. He tests the edge delicately against his finger, nodding in approval at the bead of blood welling forth. 

"First, we strip away your outer shells," Jhin declares, tracing the blade lightly over your cheek. "Only then can your truest essence shine through, polished to dazzling radiance.”

Jhin steps close, looming over you with the metallic bristles poised at your throat. You thrash against the ropes binding you, heart pounding, to no avail.

"Peace, my subject," Jhin soothes. "Struggle will only prolong your suffering. Remain still, and I can elevate you to glory." 

His gaze bores into you. With a surgeon's precision, he drags the blade slowly down your neck. You cry out as beads of blood rise in its wake, crimson against your skin.

Slowly, oh so slowly, the blade presses deeper. You inhale sharply but do not cry out - you will not give him the satisfaction of seeing you break.

A bead of blood wells and Jhin leans in, tongue darting out to sample your essence on his lips.

"Sweet," he groans, eyes fluttering closed. When they open once more, wild hunger blazes within. Jhin looms closer still, trapping you with his gaze as the knife dances over your hammering pulse.

Jhin makes a small noise of pleasure, tilting his head to observe his handiwork. "Exquisite. The raw material reveals its luster."

"Transformation is seldom pleasant," Jhin comments clinically. "But pain birth beauty, as fire shapes the jewel."

"I knew from the start what lurked beneath your silken words and gifts," you say coldly. "The way you twisted Hwei's heart to suit your depraved games, used his passion as just one more sick puppet in your shows."

Jhin's gloved fingers suddenly wrap tight around your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. His touch is cold yet burns your skin all the same. 

Jhin cocks his head, regarding you with a curled smile. "The petal thought he understood my art. In time, he too would have become a masterpiece."

His patronizing tone only fuels your fury. "I saw how you fed on his love like some parasite, how you twisted his mind until he was but a shadow, living only to feed the void within you."

Chuckling softly, Jhin runs his thumb along your swollen bottom lip. "And what of you, my feisty little songbird? Do you also fly willingly into the fox's waiting jaws?"

You meet his eyes steadily. "Your acts of violence and violation do not move me. I understand you better than you understand yourself - you who knows only how to feed chaos and feel nothing."

Jhin's smiling mask shatters, giving way to something ravenous and raw. "Feel nothing?" he snarls, seizing your face in a crushing grip. "I feel it all, each exquisite moment - the passion, the rapture, the divine perfection of destruction! Through my art alone do I truly live!"

Releasing you, he draws back, composure sliding neatly back into place. But his eyes hold a new calculation.

"And what makes you think you know my intentions, my dear?" he whispers, voice low and deadly. Bloodlust swirls in his eyes yet something else flickers there - intrigue, admiration for your spirit.

You swallow yet hold his stare, defiant to the last. "I see the emptiness within you. Your 'art' is but a shallow mimicry of passion, meaningless destruction performed for an audience of one."

Jhin laughs softly, a mirthless sound. His flawless mask cracks, revealing the gaping void beneath, the ache that drives him to create through carnage alone.

Leaning impossibly close, he breathes against your trembling lips. "Perhaps you know me better than I thought, my clever sparrow. If shallowness is what you perceive...then let me show you the inferno that consumes."

With that, his mouth slants hard over yours, ravaging with a desperate hunger to feel - to feel anything amid the numbness. You gasp into the kiss, your heartbeat answering his like clashing symbols in a dark symphony.

For a stolen moment, passion transcends intention as you drown in sensation. But when Jhin pulls away, craving and madness have resurfaced in his eyes once more. The tender illusion shatters, and you know - this was but one more manipulating performance in his grisly design.

He rises and paces, gesticulating wildly.

"That kiss was but another brushstroke on the canvas of our drama together. Through it, I sought merely to elicit emotion - yours, and of the audience that surely hangs on our every moment."

Pausing, Jhin gazes down at you. His perfect features twist into a ghastly mockery of affection.

"Did you feel, little songbird, as I tore open your heart? Did you tremble with anguished rapture, swept along in the ecstatic tide of annihilation?"

His mocking laughter rings through the dusty room.

Jhin grips your hair forcefully, pulling your head back as he breathes against your neck, his warm breath sends shivers racing down your spine. You feel your back arch involuntarily.

He leans in closer, his lips grazing your skin as he slightly bites down on your neck, the sensation both pleasurable and painful.

His hand glides down your arms, fingers trailing lightly as if savoring every inch of your skin.

The touch feels possessive, yet there’s a strange tenderness in his movements. You can’t help but feel the tension building between you, a dance of power and vulnerability. He then shifts his attention to the bindings on your wrists, circling your wrist with his thumb in a deliberate manner, as if testing the strength of your restraints. For a fleeting moment, it feels as if he’s loosening them just enough to let hope flicker to life.

But the moment is fleeting. You turn your head away, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze and the feelings swirling inside you. Just as you think you’ve escaped his grasp, he takes your face in both of his hands, forcing you to meet his eyes. His thumb brushes softly against your lips.

"That, my dear, is the only 'passion' I know—the opus of agonies I craft through my works," he whispers, his voice smooth and chilling. "All else is but pale imitation. Remember that… should any wisp of feeling dare cloud your judgment."

With a savage grin and swish of his cloak, Jhin is once more lost to his dark imaginings, leaving you questioning all you thought you knew of this depraved artist.

As Jhin turns away to arrange his infernal stagecraft, you gather every ounce of strength and begin to struggle anew against your bonds. The ropes bite cruelly into your wrists, yet you twist and strain with wild desperation. 

Jhin pays you no mind, lost in his own deranged mutterings as he lays out gleaming utensils.

Seeing your chance, you redouble your efforts with a frenzied yell. The ropes fray and tear—and with one final wrench, your hands rip free!

Jhin whirls at the sound, anger flaring in his eyes at being denied his dark muse. But you waste no time gawking at the monster—you launch from the chair at him.

Off-balance, Jhin crashes to the dust-caked floorboards. His blade skitters away into the shadows.

Not sparing a glance at him, you sprint for the splintered exit with renewed vigor. Black night swallows your retreating form as you pour every ounce of will into escape.

Laughter and rage and the sound of pounding footsteps chase on your heels.

Your lungs burn as you push your exhausted body further into the desert night. Jhin's maniacal laughter still echoes behind you, though the sound is fading with each step. You dare not look back, knowing his twisted grin will be etched in your mind if you do. All that matters is putting as much distance between him and yourself as possible.

Up ahead, a faint glow peeks through the sparse trees - an oasis. New adrenaline surges through your veins at the sight of what might offer refuge. Sand kicks up with each footfall as you rush toward the glowing pool of water. Palm trees whip past you in a blur, their branches outstretched like beckoning arms guiding you to safety.

Bursting into the small oasis, you stumble to a halt beside the water's edge. Your hands brace against your knees as greedy lungs drink in air. Through the shallow pants, your ears strain for any sign you are still being pursued. Only the gentle lapping of waves meets them, the normal night sounds of the desert serenading the sparse trees.

Slowly, muscles uncoil from their clenched state. The immediate threat seems past, at least for now. You lower yourself fully to the cool sand and let the sight of glittering water soothe frazzled nerves.

Soft moonlight dances across the surface, dappling the shore in an ethereal glow. Clarity returns along with your breathing, allowing reality to truly sink in.

A shiver runs through you that has nothing to do with the desert chill.

Pushing to unsteady legs, you shuffle closer to the pool's edge. Your parched throat begs for refreshment after the exhausting escape. Cupping greedy hands, you bring the cool liquid to chapped lips. Too soon, the last droplets fall from your palms. Thirst barely slaked; other needs demand attention in your weary state.

Scanning the sandy shore, your gaze lands on a cluster of palm fronds piled near the trees. With any luck, they might offer cushion and cover for the night. One problem at a time - rest now, plans later. Heavy feet carry you to the pile and you collapse into the fronds with a sigh. Cool surrounds quickly lull frayed senses as lingering adrenaline fades into exhaustion.

Darkness pulls you under like a comforting blanket.

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The desert night is alive with the constant song of insects and wildlife. A sliver of moon drifts overhead amid patches of scattered clouds, casting the oasis in a dim glow.

As you drift in the space between sleep and waking, a shiver runs through your body that has nothing to do with the cool night air. 

Something is different. An energy tingles at the edge of perception, faint yet familiar. Slowly prying open weary eyes, you lift your head from the nest of palm fronds.

Rippling across the surface of the water is a blur of colors, dancing in hues too vibrant to be natural.

A paintbrush comes into focus, wielded by a figure kneeling at the pool's edge. Colored wisps trail his movements like an artist’s ashes, each strand levitating impossibly in the air.

There is no mistaking Hwei's magical brush at work, weaving ephemeral illustrations that shimmer on the water's canvas.

His eyes, iridescent even in shadow, find yours across the shore. Recognition lights within those prismatic orbs before flickering with an emotion you can’t place. Concern? Relief?

With fluid grace, Hwei rises and strides to your side. Up close, faint scents of oils and pigment cling to his frame. His gaze roams your form, lingering on patches of torn cloth.

"You're hurt." His voice is soft yet carries an undercurrent that raises the hairs along your nape. Fingers gently grasp your wrist to examine your wounds. You suppress a wince at the contact.

"It's nothing serious." Your assurance does little to quell the tempest raging behind Hwei's eyes. Releasing your arm, he pulls his brush from where it is strapped across his back. Colors sprung to life along the bristles at his beckon, bleeding together into a soothing teal wash.  

Without a word, Hwei dips the brush’s edge into the shimmering paint. Your breath hitches as cool bristles make contact, tracing delicate lines along your wounds.

Where pigment spreads, numbness follows in its wake, deadening pain.

Fascinated, you watch reddened skin knit together before eyes, leaving fresh and unmarred in the healing liquid’s wake.

Magic, or simple a gift of Hwei’s brush? Impossible to say where abilities end and the artist begins.

You gaze up to find his focus intent on the task, lips parted slightly as his skill purifies damaged flesh. Heat rises unbidden to your cheeks under such devoted care. Your heart, already quickened from your closeness, threatens to burst from your ribs. 

The last abrasions disappear under careful strokes. Hweis' eyes lift to yours, their depths reflecting colors and emotions too deep to comprehend.

One arm encircles your waist and pulls you against his slender form, the other brushes tousled strands of hair from your face. His thumb lingers and caresses the line of your jaw with tenderness.  

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” Hwei’s hushed murmur causes lids to flutter closed, lost in the soothing rumble of his voice.

Lips meet yours then, slow and searching as if committing every facet to memory through touch alone.

With utmost care, he gathers you into his lap to cradle against his chest. One hand soothingly combs through your hair while the other takes up his brush anew. Upon the oasis sands, Hwei begins to paint in colors of serenity.

Lush blooms spill from under his talented strokes—petite lilies burst with dewdrops; morning glories unfurl translucent petals. Their vivid hues shine all the brighter in the shadows of night. As detail after detail comes alive, the flowers' sweet fragrance joins the cool desert air.

Instead of darkness, visions of sunlit gardens dance behind your closed eyes. Hwei watches vigilantly, brush never ceasing until the last stem stands vibrant and whole. Only then does he set the magical implement aside once more. You feel relaxed and calm.

Gently, he tilts your face up to meet his gaze. Hwei gazes for long moments, memorizing each fleeting emotion buried beneath fatigue. His hands cup your cheeks with care.

"Let me share this burden," Hwei murmurs, breath soft against your lips between words. "I would bear it all if only it rids you of pain."

Then slowly, he lowers his mouth to yours in a kiss filled with promise and devotion profound as the stars above.

Art is the highest form of hope.

All thoughts flee under that tender onslaught. Your hands tangle in his tunic, clinging to escape the nightmares of past hours in his grounding presence.

Within the circle of his embrace, reality seems but a distant dream. Here, in Hwei's arms, you know only comfort, protection... and love that shelters your heart, always, from any threat in the waking world.

As the stars light creeps over the dunes, you stir in Hwei's tender embrace. Beneath palms and stars, the remainder of night has passed in comforting solace.

Gaze meeting Hwei's own, you ask in hushed tones, "How did you find me here?" A rueful smile touches his lips, fingers lifting to brush aside disheveled locks. "Worry not over such details, my heart. What matters is you're safe now." 

Still the unknowns nag, his knowing eyes betraying depths beyond casual passersby. "Through your magic, wasn't it?” Hwei's nod grants affirmation, though guarded concern now creases his features. A painter's sight can unveil truths better left buried; it seems...

"Tell me what horrors drove you to this place," he bids softly, voice roughened by rising emotion kept barely leashed. And so, haltingly, the tale spills forth —of Jhins plan, his machinations to make you "a creation beyond compare." 

How Jhin's maddened machinations seek to immortalize your agonized demise. How by fortune or fate, an opportunity arises allowing escape from dire design. Yet escape is not the end, as horrors haunt memory still... 

At the story's close, Hwei grows deafly silent.

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The journey back is a somber one. Smoke rises on the horizon long before Koyehn's Temple simple spires come into view, an ominous shroud hanging overall.

But no prayers can prepare you for the hellscape that awaits.

As the temple comes into sight, it is engulfed in angry orange tongues that devour sacred scrolls and timber alike. Embers swirl chaotically on smoldering thermals, borne aloft to spread ruin further still.

Hwei reins in with a sudden gasp, leaving you to brace against his back. You clutch him tight as anguished cries escape his lips, giving voice to the torment writ large across his features. Never do you see such depths of anguish from the stoic painter, who schools his passions into disciplined lines and fluid strokes.

"No..." Hwei's choked whisper tears at your heart. This place is his sanctuary, his home—now reduced to cindering ruins. You grasp his arm for support as much as offering console, finding only tremors wracking his lithe form in return.

His soul bleeds… and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly slowly, swallows him whole.

His brush falls unheeded, magic sparking errant between clenched fingers as if begging release. Yet for all the chaos within, no colors escape Hwei's tight rein—not here, not for this.

Sliding to the ground, you pull him into your arms as tears carve trails down soot-stained cheeks. You stand locked in mournful embrace until the sobs begin to still, the conflagration within banked to smoldering embers once more by love's balm. Lips press against your hair, murmuring apologies for all that can never be regained.

As morning's light lifts the ashen pall shrouding all, the full horror of the night comes into grim clarity. Where once lived and worked over fourscore brothers and sisters, now only broken shells of walls remain amongst the rubble.

You pick your way over the ruins, hoping against hope that some sheltering alcove or secret chamber may offer refuge to even a sole survivor. But as the sun climbs overhead with no signs of life stirring, grim certainty takes root.

You stand alone as the last remnants of an order consigned now to memory alone.

Hwei searched the longest for any survivors, as if refusing to accept the bitter truth laid bare before your eyes. When he finally sinks to his knees in defeat, wracking sobs echo the agonized screams that must have filled the night air as flames claimed their victims. You pull him close, but no comfort of yours can staunch the flood of his grief.

In time, his tears run dry, leaving in their wake an exhaustion of body and spirit you fear no rest can repair.

Hwei wanders as one dead, seeking solace that forever eludes him amongst the ruins. Nights find him waking in terror, reliving each moment of devastation in vivid and gruesome detail no hand can capture.

One such night, a glint of color amidst the cinders draws his numbed feet. Lifted free, it reveals a fiendish trap, its petals splayed open in grinning mockery—a lotus blossom none, but one artist could have crafted.

Understanding dawns in those hollow eyes, a cascade of emotions stirring their murky depths once more: terror, sorrow, betrayal... and a dreadful fascination you know all too well.

The ruins fall silent once more as Hwei gazes unblinking upon that noxious blossom. You dare not break his reverie, dreading what shadows might take root should he linger too long in contemplation of such madness... and the dark allure it holds, even for one whose gift is life and color, not decay.

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The crackling fire does little to cut through the tavern's smoky chill. You nurse a mug of ale, staring into the fire as if they might hold answers to questions plaguing Hwei's mind.

It has been moons since you left the smoking remnants of Koyehn behind you. Amongst the ashes, you find renewed purpose—your art brings messages of hope and restoration to weary communities... but sometimes also of destruction. But with each new dawn, fresh mysteries call Hwei ever onwards.

You glance to where he sits apart, brush hovering restlessly as always. His eyes, once home to passion's vibrant spectrum, now seem but windows onto an abyss churning with shadows.

Hwei seeks understanding through revelation of torment—by replicating each scene of suffering until its essence bleeds forth. You fear such intimacy with evil may leech away what remains of his light.

As the sun dips low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the tavern’s wooden beams, you sit beside Hwei, captivated by the way his brush dances across the canvas. Each stroke is filled with emotion, transforming the blank surface into a vibrant landscape of colors. Hwei pours his heart into the painting, bringing to life a sun rising triumphantly over a gentle sea, its rays bursting forth like tendrils of warmth. Hwei is completely absorbed in his painting.

Truly, no artist tolerates reality.

You lean closer, intrigued by the imagery. “Is it a sunset or a sunrise?” you ask, admiring the way the light plays in his eyes. Resting your chin on Hwei's shoulder, you feel a warm connection, as if the moment stretches into eternity.

Hwei pauses, his brush hovering above the canvas as he turns to you, a soft smile blooming on his lips. “It’s a sunrise,” he replies, his voice warm and tender. “A new beginning. I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.”

His gaze lingers on you, and in that moment, the world outside the tavern fades away. You feel a magnetic pull, an unspoken connection that draws you closer.

The ambiance is thick with the scent of paint and the calming whispers of the sea outside.

You close your eyes as his hand comes up to gently cup your cheek. His thumb softly traces your bottom lip. As he leans in closer, you can feel his warm breath mingling with yours.

His kiss is tentative at first, mere brushes of contact that leave you craving more. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself against his form.

His other hand slides into your hair, fingers twisting in the strands to tilt your head to a better angle. His kiss becomes deeper, more passionate. When his tongue sweeps along your lip, you grant access eagerly. As your tongues meet, a soft moan escapes you.

All the while, his hand on your cheek begins a slow descent. Over your jaw, down your neck, it comes to rest on your waist. His fingertips graze under the edge of your shirt, sending sparks across your skin. You cling to him more tightly, lost in the bliss of his lips moving with yours.

When you finally part for air, he does not go far. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes still closed as you both pant, lost in the moment. His hand never strays from your waist, thumb making gentle strokes across the sensitive flesh. In his embrace, you have never felt so wanted, so cared for. It is here, in his arms, that you are meant to be.

Hwei opens his eyes and whispers, “Some people are artists. Some themselves, are art.”

When you finally pull away, breathless, you look into his eyes, which shimmer with joy and intensity. But as you glance back at the painting, something catches your eye. Dark, shadowy figures seem to writhe within the vibrant hues, lurking just beneath the surface of the canvas. They flicker in and out of existence, vanishing as quickly as they appear.

A shiver runs down your spine. “Hwei, do you see that?” you ask, pointing to the canvas.

His expression shifts, a shadow crossing his features. “I—I’ll protect you,” he says, his voice suddenly serious, his grip tightening around you. The remnants of the massacre at the temple echo in his eyes, a haunting reminder of the darkness he has faced.

“I know you will,” you reassure him, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “But you don’t have to do it alone.”

For a moment, the weight of his past hangs heavy in the air. He leans into your touch, the warmth of your presence grounding him. “You’re my light,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

As the firelight dances upon Hwei's face, you trace gentle fingers along his jaw, brushing aside an ebony strand fallen askew.

Hwei leans into your touch with a soft sigh, clasping your fingers in his own. "I feel there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people. I feel like art and love are the same thing: it’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.”

His lips graze your knuckles, stirring memories as vivid as yesterday's joyous discoveries. For a moment's respite, all traces of grief and care dissolve beneath remembered rapture...

...Until a sharp rap at the door shatters remnants of days past like spun glass.

You open the door. A single lotus flower lays on the ground.

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The memories of Hwei's past weigh heavily on him, each loss a haunting echo in his mind. Yet, as he paints, the burdens begin to lift. His art speaks of grief and longing, capturing the essence of his experiences in hues and textures that transcend language. With every stroke, he communicates the inexpressible—an intimate connection to those who suffer alongside him.

While words can falter, art holds the power to bridge the chasms of isolation. It is a silent language, one that resonates deeply within the hearts of those who behold it, conveying feelings that can never be articulated. The beauty of creations offers solace, a reminder that even in the depths of despair, connection is possible through the shared understanding of emotion.

Art can speak for one, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. In a world rife with pain, it becomes a guiding light—a universal form of communication that unites hearts across boundaries.

Though silent, art speaks volumes. In this moment of catharsis through creative expression, one begins to find healing. Art provides an empowering and voiceless language to communicate intimate feelings beyond what words can say.

Especially in times of deep suffering when words fail, art becomes a "silent language" to express the inexpressible emotions of a soul.

Through art, one always finds a way to express the inexpressible, to share a silent language with the world.

Art's Silent Language.

Note: Well, here it is—finally the grand finale of my fanfic! 🎉 Did you notice that this is the fourth chapter and the whole thing clocks in at 14,444 words? I mean, come on, Jhin would definitely be proud of me for that little numerical homage. Four is his jam, right? Haha! So, about the ending... it’s kind of a happy one, or at least an open one. I did toy with the idea of killing off the protagonist—just a little cheeky thought, you know? Hehe. Oh! And I hope you caught the title drop at the end, “Art’s Silent Language.” Subtle, right? Or maybe not so much, but I tried! Now, I did mischaracterize Jhin a tad for my down-bad heart (shoutout to all my fellow simps!), but I did my best to keep him lore-accurate. This chapter is dedicated to all my broken artists out there. 💔 Don’t let life get you down—pick up the pieces and create something beautiful! That’s the real message here. Art can express feelings that words sometimes can’t. As I wrote, "Art is the highest hope." And for the Van Gogh fans, I hope you recognized some of his quotes sprinkled throughout! I love Van Gogh, and honestly, Hwei gives off major Van Gogh vibes. Plus, he has that surrealist flair, so it felt natural to weave in some of that genius. If you’re curious about my theories on Hwei, check out my theory account (https://www.tumblr.com/hwei-theories?source=share). And if you want to see more of my chaotic thoughts, here’s my main account (https://www.tumblr.com/reverieparacosm?source=share). Thanks for reading, everyone! Keep creating! 💖

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Hi if you don't mind me asking can you please list all the requests you are going to do because I don't want to ask for something that someone else has

Hey there! :) Thanks for your interest! So, here’s the scoop: I’m planning to write a possessive Swain (League of legends) x Reader from Piltover fanfic, which should be a lot of fun! I’m also thinking about an arranged marriage fanfic with King Baldwin IV x Reader—because who doesn’t love a little royal drama?

I’ve received a ton of Bondrewd requests, and honestly, I’m a bit overwhelmed trying to figure out which to tackle first. I’m leaning towards combining a few of those requests, and I definitely want to write a fluffy Bondrewd x Reader where the reader is immune to the Curse.

As for the Dead by Daylight requests, I have a few in mind but can’t say for sure just yet which ones I’ll do. I believe in quality over quantity, so I want to take my time with these.

There is also a Samuel Hayden x Reader fanfic that I'm working on. (Workplace romance etc...)

Hope this answers your question! And honestly, if you have a request that’s already been done, just write it anyway! Your unique take is what makes it special!

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I'm thinking about writing a King Baldwin IV from Kingdom of Heaven Fanfiction!

Arranged marriage

Strangers to Lovers

Slight Yandere?

He Falls First

Dark Romance

Am I too late to write a fanfic about him? At the end of the day, who cares if I'm late? LMAO

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╰┈➤Why Jhin and Hwei conceal their eyes - symbolism

In the world of artistic expression, hiding or covering certain parts of ourselves can hold significant meaning. This is especially true for Hwei and Jhin, two captivating characters from League of Legends. Each of them conceals an eye—Hwei his left and Jhin his right—and these choices go beyond mere aesthetics. They reveal deep insights into their personalities, their struggles, and their unique philosophies about art and creation. By exploring why they choose to hide their eyes, we can uncover the complex emotions and motivations that drive them as artists.

Eyes are an important symbol in Hwei's character. You can read more about it here.

Hwei: Concealing Chaos

Hwei's decision to cover his left eye can be interpreted as a manifestation of his desire to shield the world from the chaotic intensity of his artistic vision. As a character who embodies the creative process, Hwei grapples with the duality of artistry—the beauty and the chaos that often coexist. By hiding his left eye, he may be indicating a fear of unleashing the destructive potential of his emotions and creativity.

The Struggle with Expression

Hwei's background suggests a tumultuous relationship with his art. He represents an artist who is acutely aware of the power his creations hold. The left eye, often associated with intuition and insight, may symbolize the chaotic and uncontrollable aspects of his artistry. By concealing it, Hwei acknowledges the darker facets of his creative process that he struggles to manage. This concealment can be seen as a protective measure, both for himself and for those around him. Remember how empathic he is?

In the context of artistic expression, Hwei's hidden eye indicates the emotional turmoil he faces while trying to balance traditional artistry with his unique, often intense style. This tension reflects a broader theme in the art world: the battle between the artist's internal chaos and the need for external acceptance. Hwei's journey is not just about creating art; it’s about navigating the complexities of his identity as an artist. His concealed eye symbolizes the parts of himself that he feels are too dark or misunderstood, representing a struggle to integrate these elements into his public persona. His masters never wanted him to unleash his full potential - because of its danger.

The Emotional Connection

Moreover, Hwei uses his art as a means of connecting with others, and his hidden eye suggests that there are aspects of his emotional landscape that remain inaccessible. He embodies the notion that art is a bridge between the artist and the audience, yet his concealment signifies a barrier that complicates this connection. By covering his left eye, Hwei may inadvertently distance himself from others, revealing the challenges of vulnerability inherent in the creative process.

His journey mirrors the experiences of many artists who grapple with their inner demons while striving to create work that resonates with others. Hwei's struggle to balance his intense emotions with his desire for connection reflects a universal truth about the artistic experience: the fear of being misunderstood or misinterpreted.

Jhin: The Pursuit of Perfection

In stark contrast, Jhin's choice to cover his right eye speaks to his obsession with precision and control. As a meticulous killer and artist, Jhin embodies the philosophy that artistry requires an unwavering commitment to perfection. His quote, "Symmetry is so boring," shows that he might have covered up his right eye so that he is not symmetrical.

The Role of Symmetry

Jhin’s mask, which obscures his right eye, serves as a tool rather than a mere accessory. It is designed to enhance the challenge and danger associated with his artistic pursuits. By blocking vision in his left eye and dampening it in his right, Jhin intentionally removes depth perception, creating a disorienting experience that forces him to rely on his other senses. This choice reflects his belief that true artistry is derived from overcoming obstacles and embracing discomfort.

The Drama of Creation

Furthermore, Jhin’s mask stifles his breathing, adding an element of theatricality and drama to his character.

Jhin’s obsession with symmetry and perfection extends beyond aesthetics; it shapes his entire worldview. By concealing his right eye, he suggests that he is willing to sacrifice clarity and comfort for the sake of achieving his artistic vision. This choice reinforces his belief that true beauty lies in the balance of chaos and control, a dance he orchestrates with every kill.

The Intersecting Journeys of Hwei and Jhin

While Hwei and Jhin operate within different artistic paradigms, their choices to conceal their eyes highlight a shared struggle with identity and expression. Both characters grapple with the complexities of their artistic visions, albeit from different angles. Hwei’s concealment reflects a fear of chaos and emotional intensity, while Jhin’s serves as a testament to his quest for perfection and control.

Artistic Duality

Their journeys illuminate a broader theme within the artistic realm: the tension between creation and destruction. Hwei’s left eye symbolizes the emotional chaos that can accompany artistic expression, while Jhin’s right eye represents the calculated precision required to achieve a vision of beauty in death. Together, they encapsulate the duality of artistry—the balance between vulnerability and control, chaos and order.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Hwei and Jhin’s choices to cover their eyes are not mere aesthetic decisions; they are vital components of their identities as artists. Hwei’s left eye, hidden from view, symbolizes his struggle with the chaotic nature of his creativity, while Jhin’s right eye reflects his obsession with precision and control in his murderous artistry. Together, they illustrate the multifaceted nature of artistic expression, revealing the tensions that define the creative process. Their journeys remind us that the act of creation is often fraught with challenges, as artists seek to balance their inner chaos with the need for connection and acceptance. Through their concealments, Hwei and Jhin invite us to explore the depths of their artistic souls, encouraging a deeper understanding of the complexities of artistry and the human experience.

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Bro, I've never made any requests/asks before, but my Bondrewd brain rot has me in a chokehold, so here I am. I'm honestly so shocked at how little attention he has. You're like the only person who writes anything about him.

My request would be headcannons with a gender neutral reader who is also a scientist. The reader is like a major major workaholic who literally has no social life, and they end up having to work with (or for) Bondrewd for whatever reason. The two have completely differing hypotheses on the thing they're working on, as well as conflicting personalities due to readers' complete lack of willingness to work with someone else. The two would be kinda like work enemies to tolerating each other to friends/lovers

Thanks for considering to do this, have a good day/night :)

Headcanons: Bondrewd (Made in Abyss) x GN!Reader

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, no detailed violence

Note: It's really a shame that Bondrewd doesn't get more attention, right? He's such a fascinating character. That's why I decided to write about him, and I'm so glad you requested this! I hope you enjoy the headcanons. I'm happy to have the chance to explore his character again. ♡

You are a young scientist who has devoted your entire life to your research on the Abyss. Due to your extreme focus on work, you have no social skills or relationships outside of your studies

Bondrewd hears of your promising theories on understanding the nature of the Curse and invites you to join his research team at the 6th layer. You begrudgingly accept, wanting access to his vast resources

Upon meeting Bondrewd, you are immediately put off by his bizarre experiments and his casual brutality. However, you admire his intellect and the impressive results he's achieved

Where you see potential harm, Bondrewd sees opportunity

The two of you clash constantly in meetings as you question Bondrewd's unethical methods and hypotheses. He finds your rigid views on ethics naïve and annoying. Your coworkers are exasperated by your arguments

He starts testing your boundaries to get a rise out of you, partly to move things along and partly because he finds your reactions amusing

Early collaboration is disastrous as you and Bondrewd talk over each other, both convinced your methods are superior. You regularly storm away from meetings in frustration

He sees you as too emotional and stuck in conventional thinking. You see him as a madman who will stop at nothing, even sacrificing lives, for answers

Over time, you start to understand Bondrewd's perspectives better. While still disgusted by his actions, you realize he shares your passion and drive for discovery, even if he takes it to darker places

"Do not look at me with such disdain, my dear. Our methods may differ but our goals are the same - to pierce the veil of this enigma before us."

You are completely devoted to your research to the point where you often forget to sleep or eat. Bondrewd finds your single-minded focus amusing at first but it starts to frustrate him how you never take breaks

Bondrewd is intrigued by your fiery defiance of him. No one ever challenges him, and he sees potential in you as a researcher if you can think more creatively

The two of you are assigned to a dangerous expedition together deep in the 6th layer. Trapped in a cave-in, you have no choice but to cooperate with Bondrewd's leadership to survive

Working side by side in a life or death situation, you gain a grudging respect for each other's talents and start to see parts of yourselves in the other - two people willing to push all boundaries for knowledge

Back at the camp, you feel confused by the unfamiliar feelings welling up inside you for Bondrewd. This dangerous, cruel man should not be eliciting anything positive in you

"Do you feel it too, this connection between us? I think the Abyss works in mysterious ways, bringing souls like ours together in its depths."

One night, as you are working late in your lab, a sudden chill runs down your spine. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, and you can feel the presence of another in the room. Turning slowly, you find yourself face to face with the imposing figure of Bondrewd

"Forgive my intrusion, my dear," he says in a low, velvet tone. "I couldn't help but be drawn to your fascinating work." He takes a step closer, and you instinctively take a step back, your heart pounding in your chest

Bondrewd raises a hand, his fingers gently tracing the outline of your face. "You fascinate me, you know," he murmurs. "In the same way the Abyss does. I want to... study you more closely."

In that moment, you realize you've fallen for this monster of a man completely. Frightened but exhilarated, you surrender fully to your twisted love for Bondrewd and whatever the future may hold

In secret, a heated physical affair begins between you and the Lord of Dawn. You tell yourself it's just relief from stress, but your heart is becoming tangled

"Your mind is a thing of beauty, always questioning, analyzing, seeking the answers just out of reach. I find I cherish our debates almost as much as our other... encounters."

On expeditions, you and Bondrewd move seamlessly as a team, anticipating each other's needs and pushing your limits ever further. His praise and growing care for you is intoxicating

However, doubt haunts you - can you truly accept this man and all he's done? Your co-workers would be horrified. And what future is there when he views people as disposable?

"My methods may seem cruel, but it is all in aid of lifting the veil on this place. One day you may understand, as I strive to make you understand me."