cielo !! its been weeks since i read godmaker and i still cant form a coherent message to tell you how much i loved it, there are just not enough words to express how impactful it was from beginning to end.
the cast characterization, the settings, one of the best written mcs ive ever had the pleasure of encountering! your words just flow from the page in wave after devastatingly beautiful wave im still in awe when i think about it. it was worth the all nighters and blank stare at the wall after finishing the last chapter lol
thank you for sharing your genius with us ❣️✨
hello friend!! this is so kind of you!! there's not enough words to express how !!!! this message makes me!!
gosh THANK YOU! not only for reading but coming into my inbox to tell me what you enjoy about it—it means a lot for me to hear!! and IM SORRY for the all nighters and blank stares LMAO 😭 MY BAD!!
idk about genius....but thank you for reading what i share!! thank you for your kind words!! i hope you're doing well!
Hello hello, may i request for yandere Diavolo OM where hes tightly hugging darling because he's afraid that they'll disappear? You feel his hands all over you body and he whispers how much he loves you while slowly crushing you body (accidentally)
✧ CW: yandere character, non-consensual hugging, non-consensual kissing, power imbalance in relationship
✧ PAIRING: Diavolo x GN! reader
You can't say no to Lord Diavolo.
He's always been kind to you, greeting you warmly, and offering to help make your stay more comfortable, but you've never realized just how hard it is to turn him down. You've become comfortable with agreeing with him, because all he ever asked of you before was if you'd like to show him around your hometown in the human world or if you'd like to join him for tea, or if you'd stay for a weekend in his place (and even then, he said it as though he wanted you to have a break from the chaos in the House of Lamentation and not for the real reason—that he wanted to monopolize your attention, if only for a few days).
But he's never been so...upfront about such an odd request. So when he called you to his office and abruptly wrapped his arms around you, you were at a loss for words. This was unfamiliar; Diavolo's affection had never gone past an occasional pat on the back and a warm smile. And he just doesn't let go.
He sighs against the top of your head and calls out your name softly, so only you could hear—like an intimate whisper, "why don't you stay here a little while longer?"
How did he expect you to respond when he had you in such a position? Your head was almost tucked into him, and your arms painfully stiff by your sides, caged by his own bigger ones. He didn't seem bothered by how rigid and inflexible you were, and not even by your lack of response, content with being able to hold you so close.
Any words you would have said would have been too muffled for him to hear, but you were already frozen in place, your mind racing and your head spinning. Could you deny him?
"Don't worry about the legalities of it all," he continues, "I could just as easily keep you in here with me if there's anything stopping my appeal. To be honest, I'd much rather it be that way—the brothers have had too much time with you since you've come here, and I don't want them taking any more."
A hand around you moves a little lower, and you're unable to breathe yet again. Sweat trails down your front as Diavolo brings you in even closer (if that was even possible). Where was this coming from?
Suddenly, he laughs, not the usually boisterous sound you're familiar with, but softer, and goes to place a soft kiss on your head, fondness clouding his voice, "I don't dislike them for all their antics, but I don't know if any of them know just how much I like you. It frustrates me endlessly to see them constantly all over you, smothering you, right in front of me. And if you were unaware, I hope I made things clear now. I love you."
Just when you thought things couldn't get worse, with a firm arm tightening its hold around you with the hand stroking your side, another finding purchase on the small of your back, and your body almost melting into his, he just had to drop a confession on you. A confession from the future king of the Devildom, the man who was overlooking your stay here, and the only one with the power to send you home—not that it seemed he wanted to anymore. Could you be honest with him? Could you tell him that you didn't feel the same and that you wanted to go home once it was all over?
Could you risk upsetting the man who was being so vulnerable with you right now? Especially when you were well aware of exactly what he didn't want to hear from you.
"I wanted to make this more romantic," he confessed, the hand at your back simultaneously rubbing circles and pressing you down into him, "I had it all planned out, but you'll be leaving in a week. I don't want you to go and leave me," the whisper of your name is heart-achingly tender, "I truly love you. More than you could imagine. More than I should. Won't you consider staying with me? I promise to keep you happy, even down here in the Devildom."
"If you miss the morning light of the human world, I'll find a way to bring it to you. If you want to meet your friends there, I'll take you myself. All I ask of you is to stay with me a little longer." The unspoken condition registers itself to you all the same—to reciprocate his love.
Your breathing stills for a moment when his grip suddenly tightens and he buries his face into your hair, kissing you over and over. It's almost too tight, but with his strength and size, any attempt at fighting back would have gone unnoticed. All you can do is wait for him to let go.
Just as you start feeling lightheaded, he pulls away and instead caresses your cheek with his hand, beaming down at you with that achingly familiar smile you had always trusted before swiftly pressing his lips onto yours. It was almost innocent, a quick peck—but you knew this was only him testing the waters.
"I'm so happy. I love you," he echoes the words again, though they no longer have an effect on you. The tips of your fingers and your tongue feels numb, and your head is heavy with sorrow. It doesn't escape you that you've yet to respond to any of his words or actions, that he doesn't care about how you feel. All of this was merely an illusion of you having a choice.
hey all, i wrote a fic about the complex father-daughter dynamic between doflamingo & baby 5 from crocodile's outsider pov! i’d really love if you gave it a read. thanks so much!
Hello guys!!!!! Aforementioned project is finally finished 🫠 It was meant to be just a simple weekend project, and ended up being 30+ hours over the period of like four days. I don't think I'm an actual normal human anymore. This is the project that caused everyone in my life to question my mental and physical wellbeing and health. But I'm super excited to share this all of you!!!! Please enjoy!!!! Even if you don't like vettonso, I hope this is still interesting????
If you make any, please reblog this or tag me in it! I'm excited to see what other people, other than just me suffering alone in my bedroom, make out of this!!! <3
Hi! Just want to say again that i absolutely loves zenith of stars!
Some months ayo i dia a fanart of child!shiki so now i want to try drawing teen!shiki, i hope you like it ❤️. I forgot what kind of customization that she did to her uniform so i did a creative liberty hahah i hope its correct.
Once again i just want to say that zenith is amazing and youre such a great author! Im really looking forward for fridays now ❤️
Ohh thank you so much for the lovely art! Love how you added coloring to her eyes haha, and the tiny sketch with a knife in the corner is very on-point for Shiki too. xD
Thanks for reading, and I'm glad that you're enjoying the story and Shiki's adventures! :3
Hi! I was browsing the Lord Shen tag and found your blog 👀. I loved the headcanons for ShenxReader through the wolf henchmen's pov ❤️.
Would you mind sharing some headcanons but from the pov of the fluffy Lord peacock himself?
Hi Anon, thank you so much!!
I'm so sorry that my Lord Shen Masterlist slipped my mind - I'm fighting tumblrs atrocious tag search to find my previous writings for him and get them on there for you. In the meantime please - have some more!
Lord Shen x Reader Headcannons
- This stuck up, mithery, hairpin tempered ball of anxiety and condescension is officially your problem now. I mean. You chose this, so I’ll leave it to you as to what end of the bad choices scale you’re landing on, but man. You sure picked.
- I also can’t get over the fact that – in China and most of the East: white is associated with death and sadness, and mourning. You not only picked the unhinged genocide gun bird, you picked the only person in all of China to be literally born emo via albinism.
- I will get back to the above, but I’m mcfucking losing it over the image of Shen being. The smaller of the two of you.
- Like if you were a smaller creature he could properly get his elegant noble stride on, nose in the air and tail gently swishing behind him as he circles you, admiring every angle and relishing the nervous, excited little glances you give him. He might not be a strictly predatory species but he sure loves that thrilling edge of not-quite-stalking. He’s too high class for the genuine article, that’s what he has the wolves for.
- But if you had the audacity to be larger than him?!
- He’d grind his teeth if he had any. He wants so badly to intimidate you – making sure to step with an extra click of metal coated talons, words honey-barbed and sticky as he looks for chinks in your armour, having to crane his head back and up to look you in the eye and- look- could, could you just- just lean down? Lean down for goodness sake just- there. There. Lovely. As he was saying…
- Shen going to go bananas planning the perfect courtship. Everything must be. Exactly. As he plans it. God forbid you trip on the stairs. If you bribe the guards to move all furniture two inches to the left you’re going to have a great time watching Shen’s eyelid twitch for twenty minutes as he tries to figure out what’s ticking him off.
- Want a shortcut? Say nice things about his cannon. No seriously, it’s not a euphemism (though it could be-)
- The cannon is the culmination of Shen’s ambitions, the reason for his exile, the demonstration of ingenuity that set him apart. Seeing you run a hand smoothly over the intricate castings and complimenting his life's work is going to fill him with so many butterflies he’ll have the wedding ready by noon.
- Of course he does, underneath all the royal snobbery and sass, really, genuinely like you. More than he ever thought he could ever like another person. Go you.
- ...He can’t contain the terror that you might not like him back. Not because of all the murder, no, that’s clearly not the issue. But because he isn’t perfect enough for you. Because he’s not enough.
- Shen popped out of his egg all but rocking the 2007 bangs and MCR soundtrack of his time: born the colours of death in a house and species traditionally all the colours of the rainbow will have been like a self fulfilling prophesy – unspoken but not forgotten as he grew up and internalised his inadequacy by striving for excellence in literally everything else in life.
- Excellence in the form of weaponry, security, excessive control and genocidal ruthlessness. Combined with ingenuity, high intelligence and paranoia: all wrapped in a package of straining courtly manners and a need to constantly have the upper hand.
- You keep taking the fucking rug out from under him by reversing the script and being nice. Even his nanny (soothsayer, who has having a great time munching popcorn and giving incidental commentary) gives him shit and drives him up the wall – yet you’re out here, smiling (how dare you-) and- and saying he looks good (he knows, knows he looks sickly and out of place, a reaper amongst royalty-) and – of course you want to hand his hand really, who wouldn’t (who would?) - he’s fine, he’s fine-
- If he dared to let you go, he’d shatter like a discarded doll.
- How does it feel, reader, to hold the fate of all China in the balance of your smile?
Artwork by Keyboardkn0t over on Discord for~!! THANK YOU SO MUCH; their style is super pretty & expressive!!! I really love the inclusion of roses here!!
The glitchy effect on the title is super cool, & Vox is genuinely one of the creepiest demons ever. The glowy effect on his smile is super ominous!! And Alastor looks incredibly heartbreaking; you really nailed their dynamic in my fic!
happy very, very late de day to those who celebrate<33 (jan 20th)
inspired by @between-stars-and-enterprise's breathtaking work! (i wanted to draw bones knitting a scarf in response to the gorgeous utterly adorable pieces you made for me but obviously this one got away from me a little. whoops)
Rubius left the server for now, but he says he’ll get more involved in QSMP again. First, he wants to call the admins so they can update him on the lore.
Rubius also said that, at the time when QSMP first started, he was a little “Minecraft”-ed out. But now that some time has passed, he wants to enter the server and build small things… but as a “human” without losing his angel and demon lore.
I'm not usually a big Harvey fan, but there's something really special about the way you draw him. You make him extra cuddle-able
slowly but surely i’m gonna convert every stardew fan into a harvey lover !! i’m so glad you like my harvey teehee i always try and make him as cuddly as possible !!
im gonna use this ask as an excuse to post some harvey sketches i drew while listening “harvey” by pillow queens :)) with the song attached of course !!