#𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉

[lovesickletters]

So i was looking at your edits again and it got me thinking, what if instead of their yandere behaviors being brought forth naturally, what if instead it was a perisat, this would explain their sudden change in behavior. The reason why it hasn't been detected as a disease among humans is because it's a parasite that only attaches itself to animal brains. But due to the demon's obscure nature of being an assortment of a bunch of deaforent creatchurs the parasite has made its home in them, however due to their human-like intellect they don't get fully taken over by it. On the other hand it enhances their primal senses and feelings toward those they really care about which results in them acting out on their instincts more often.

Usoly the animal that has been infected by the parasite would act violently, biting whatever other living thing in its vicinity. It's the parasitic way of trying to duplicate itself and infiltrate other animals, but because it was only meant for animals it can't fully take over the human mind. But what it does do is leave behind some interesting… side effects ~

Traditionally when it's time to “duplicate” the host produces more saliva in preparation for the transmission from one vessel to another. But as stated earlier it can't do that with humans and or lack of animal attributes, however when our lovely demons and demonesses realize how the saliva affects you they use it to their advantage.

When the Scorpion queen kisses you your mouth will start to feel numb, for a while you won't be able to taste and or feel anything with it, except her. The feeling of feeling nothing but her is addicting and when she's parted from you you will be craving more, more, more

Jin & Yin are like living energy drinks, they make you energetic and jittery along with leaving you with a smal portion of their adoration towards you. And if you kiss them long enough you'll eventually experience something akin to a sugar crash, making you slump in their arms unable to move from exhaustion.

Sun's frequent consumption of peaches has affected the way he tastes, he gives off the feeling of bliss and lightheadedness with his kisses. It's hard to leave him when your halfway passed out, not to mention the strange aroma you smell, it's so soothing ~

I love this idea! It’s very interesting and brings plenty of new ideas to the table, reminds me of a love!plague au from another fandom. The pure intoxication that comes from their addictive kiss being enough to get you hooked… Sickly sweet enough to keep you coming back for more is such an enchanting thing to think about💜

[3wishesgenie]

Out of the Darkness

𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒾𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒

𝒾 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 - 𝓇𝒶𝒸𝒾𝓈𝓂, 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑜𝒷𝒾𝒶, 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒽𝑜𝒷𝒾𝒶, 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑜𝑔𝓎𝓃𝓎, 𝓍𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑜𝒷𝒾𝒶, 𝒷𝒾𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁, 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓇𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔-𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈

𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 - 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉 , 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒾’𝓂 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 (𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝒽𝒶 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎) 𝒻𝒾𝒸 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝒶𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉

𝒬&𝒜- 𝐼’𝓂 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝐼’𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉.

𝒾 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒- 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒!𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹 (𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒), 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓉, 𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒯𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒾’𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓂.

𝒾 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝒸𝒸ℯ𝓅𝓉 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓈𝓂 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ ℐ'𝓂 𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒽ℴ𝓌 𝓉ℴ 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓃ℯ𝒸𝓉 𝓂ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓂𝓎 𝒶𝓊𝒹𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ．ℐ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒶𝒸𝒸ℯ𝓅𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒷ℯ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝓊𝒹ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷ℯ 𝒷𝓁ℴ𝒸𝓀ℯ𝒹

[lovesickletters]

Not a request but like, I feel like Sun Wukong would view your escape attempts as games. He's the great sage equal to heaven, you should know this, there's nowhere you could hide that he couldn't find you. Even though he should find your attempts insulting he can't, you're too weak, one hit from him and you're dead and he can't have that now can he. No he can't, besides it's only a matter of time before you start to see it as a game too <3

On the other hand, Sun, along with some other characters are demons, and they tend to have very unusual courting methods, compared to the human ones. I can imagine that cladding the person they're pursuing with jewels or shiny objects is fairly common. While killing their other pursuer or a big dangerous creature/demon and presenting their cleaned skull is also a popular one.

Btw love your edits, they inspired me to make this. If you wanna hear more than I'd love to discuss them with you, although I'm currently hyperfixating on Jin & Yin at the moment. I wrote a smal platonic yandere one shot about them that I then continued on with headcanons. The first one is done but the second one is still in development.

Oh I’m so glad to have inspired this 💜! I love the idea of one or more of them bedecking their darling with spoils and riches to claim them as their own, the sight of their darling decorated in precious stones and golden chains is just the cherry on top for them, taking great pride in it and you. And of course, when you fight back, or struggle in their grasp it’s merely playfighting to them. A sad attempt, but maybe they’ll indulge you; let you run around for a little bit before recapturing you and claiming you💜💜💜

I’d absolutely adore to hear more dear! And I’d love to read both when you’re done 💜

Here’s a little more inspiration for you!

[lovesickletters]

💜𝒮𝑒𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑅𝑒𝒹💜

Red Velvet x Reader (Dead Dove | Dark | Character Death | Violence | Yandere)

Liquorice Cookie struggled to catch his breath as the impact of his back colliding with the wall knocked the wind out of him. Gasps fluttered in his chest as he dazedly fought to regulate the furious pumping of his heart and lungs, the miniature skulls decorating his neck clattering against one another in the hollow chimes of bone against bone. The acrid taste of iron rose in his throat and overwhelmed his senses all too quickly. “S-Surely we can talk this out! I’m sure we could come to an agreement, if you just put me down-“

A tsk left the towering threat of a cookie before him, the same grasp around Liquorice’s torso that had indented the wall just moments before tightened enough for him to bite his tongue and silence his babbling for once.

Rage brewed in the crimson cookie, threatening to bubble over as he stared into the glowing yellow eye looking at him in fear, highlighted like a cat’s eye at night. Revulsion clouded Red Velvet Cookie’s vision as fury blinded his thoughts.

“Talk? I don’t need to talk with scum like you.”

A whimper caught in Liquorice’s throat as Red Velvet Cookie cast a murderous look over his trembling form.

*Earlier…*

Red Velvet Cookie sucked in a breath as his posture tensed, eyes narrowing at the *pathetic* sight before him. That idiotic, shabbily dressed cookie was making small talk with them. What the *fuck* did he think he was doing? Did he think he *deserved* your presence? The ridicule in this simple action was plain to see to any cookie with a set of functioning eyes. They were on a whole other level from that filth, why were they indulging his wonderfully simple-minded behaviour? Perhaps they had taken pity on him.

Red Velvet flexed his monstrous hand against a nearby tree trunk, appreciating the way his carved fingers trailed across the wood, just barely catching on it enough to make a mark on the surface. That was the trouble with his darling. They were too *soft*. Considering other Cookie’s thoughts and feelings, being sympathetic to their trivial little plights. If they wanted to survive in this world they wouldn’t manage on being soft alone. The tips of his claws pressed deeper into the soft wood bark, making an indentation that he worsened by dragging them across, carving shallow marks into the flesh of the tree. That smug smile sprung to mind once more as he raked his claws across the trunk with increasing ferocity. Those infuriatingly bright eyes that always held a mocking look to them and put a sickening taste in Red Velvet’s mouth. That jeering cackle that never failed to make his bloodstream pulse with abhorrence. Red Velvet’s vision began to fill with a curious crimson haze as he felt the back of his head throb under the stress of such strong emotion, a haze that was so thick it almost felt tangible, choking the air around him and curling around his claws individually like a blistering smoke that felt hot and uncomfortable. He was so busy studying this smog it took a few minutes before he noticed the fallen tree before him and the two cookies in the distance casting looks in his direction with confusion and concern. Without a second thought he pulled away back into the shelter of the tree line and made a swift departure.

The treck home did him no favours in this regard, the fresh air and biting wind only causing him to pull his jacket tighter around his shoulders with a huff, seeking shelter in the fur trim that tickled his cheeks. Even worse than the cold was the *heat*. Every part of him burned to the core, it felt like the marrow was melting in his bones, blood bubbling and boiling in his veins. It was hellish, the only relief he sought for was in the freeze frame of his darling’s face just before he left, one written in concern, concern for *him.* The disquiet painted on their expression was higher art than the finest masterpiece located in Eclair’s gallery. An oasis in the heat that scratched at his heart and tore at his chest. A brief gulp of air before he was dragged back under into the turmoil of the waves of jealousy that pushed and pulled him this way and that. Red Velvet found his pace slowing as he mulled over the divine moment of recognition in his beloved’s gaze, one that was not quite of recognition, but in the process of it, the perturbed indentation of an ever so slight frown creasing their brow as they chased after the tail end of discerning. It was humorous, if not delightful, and a new kind of warmth poured into his figure, closer to that of velvety hot chocolate that quenched the aching fire consuming him, if only for a moment of peace as his cheeks flushed at the thought of their sweetly perplexed expression.

To his dismay, the heat and stifled air of the cake tower to which he called home did nothing to clear the fog smothering his headspace, if anything it worsened it, the dense haze swarming his every thought like a plague of red beetles, scuttling hither and to, devouring what little remained of his sane and safe thoughts. The only thing shining clear through the fog was those *damned* eyes, shining bright as if to taunt him, to tell him he would never be as close to his darling, would never feel the same friendly pat on the shoulder, not when he skulked and brooded in the shadows like a common thief. Not while the real thief ran around scott free in the light.

Red Velvet was pulled from his thoughts with little to no warning by a cool, wet sensation on the back of his regular hand. A small yip followed the lick to his hand, greeted by the sight of one of his beloved cake hounds looking up at him, holding a small red ball in its mouth in excitement for playtime. Despite himself, he couldn’t help the genuine smile that crept up on him, kneeling down to wrestle away the throw toy to toss it away for the cake hound to scamper after with a series of joyful barks. It wasn’t all bad.

However it wasn’t long before this moment was interrupted by an all too familiar high pitched voice shattering his minute of peace.

“RED VELVET COOKIE? ARE YOU HOME? Where is that beast?!”

A growl of frustration threatened in his throat before it died as quickly as it rose. It seemed he had a guest.

“Talk? I don’t need to talk with scum like you.” Red Velvet caught the end of a whimper dying in Liquorice’s throat before he was silent, allowed Red to continue. “What makes you think. You have the *fucking* right.” His grip *squeezed*, causing his prey’s breath to catch before he eased, if only slightly. “To anything?”

Liquorice wheezed before replying carefully, picking through his words like a field of land mines for what was quite possibly the first and only time in his life, and at this rate looking to be the last as well. “Wh-what do you mea-“ He was cut off by a snarl.

“I mean what makes you think you have the right?? To talk to them, to be near them, *to breathe the same air as them.* You’re pathetic. You don’t deserve any of it.”

It was then that a small bubble of courage popped in Liquorice’s chest, pushing aside his self preservation in the process. “Oh and I suppose you think you do?? Weirdo, always stalking around in the shadows! What have you done for them?!”

Red Velvet was silent for a moment as he was forced to sink his teeth into this particularly harsh truth. No, not truth. It couldn’t be, he would *not* lower himself to that of this… this rat. He was better than that. He would *always* be better. The burning in his blood coaxed him onward, one movement at a time. “You wouldn’t understand. Earthbread would be better off without vermin like you. In fact, I think I’ll do a little pest control.”

It was done. No turning back now. As he knelt to wash his claws off, staining the puddle with a sticky, saccharine, crimson substance. He paused to lick off the particularly stubborn patches, savouring the sweet flavour before sighing contentedly. “If I can’t taste their lips… I suppose this will have to do.”