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HE IS SO NERVOUS,,,, HE IS SHAKING.

[thehatboxwitch]

hello! popping on the dash to remind everyone that i have a discord server and also i implemented a fun little server currency system!!

by being active in chat, you can get earn currency passively and also nab random currency drops when they happen! collect enough and you can purchase a request from me :D (i'll still open requests from time to time but i thought this might be a fun little activity!)

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I just read your NSFW alphabet for Sunday and when I read "He's almost frantic in the way he brings you warm water and towels and things (Sunday bird nesting instinct???)". The first thing I imagined was him rushing around naked trying to get things with his dih swinging around. I'm sorry for making you read this💔

the referenced post!

I'M GOING TO BE SO HONEST i thought about this too. then i shook myself and told myself that sunday would not be so vulgar and he'd tie a towel around his waist at least. but hey anything for the meme

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my random posts about childe must amuse some of you guys deeply

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I would also like to ask Gepard NSFW Alphabet, please!!!! I've been waiting for this for a long time :3

here you go!!! i'm happy to know that gepard enjoyers are still alive and kicking :3 gepard nsfw alphabet. gender neutral, TW // nsfw. original template by the-coldest-goodbye.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

gepard only ever lets himself fall asleep right after you do, no matter how tired he is. it's a bit of a protective instinct that he has, as if someone has to fend off your nightmares before he can let himself relax too.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

if he'll be honest, it's not very high. gepard is easily satisfied by simple cuddles and romantic affection, and whenever he looks at you, his mind never really goes further than how much he loves and appreciates you. very wholesome and sweet, but a bit hard to get going because of that.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s the perfect body pillow to cuddle with - big, broad, and strong. he radiates a comfortable amount of heat, and the cold belobog nights definitely contribute to making this a good quality. despite his muscles, gepard still retains a little bit of squishiness; call it baby fat, if you have to, so he's nice to hug or be hugged by.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

sometimes when he's particularly horny, gepard wishes you'd call him a good boy.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

gepard is fairly quiet in bed; at most, you'll only hear grunts and soft groans when he's close or turned on. he’s shy about being too loud.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn't like teasing you, even outside the bedroom, so don’t expect gepard to tease you in any way. he’s straightforward with his love and with his pleasure.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

gepard thinks toys are a little finnicky, and so he prefers using just his own plain old hands, mouth, dick.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he technically could go for more rounds, but for your sake, gepard limits it to one or two. he doesn’t like seeing you too worn out that you can’t fully appreciate a good cuddle.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

gepard doesn’t strictly dislike experimenting, but he does need you to sit him down and talk him through step by step how you want things to go down. he’ll frown, point out something that might be unsafe, and you’ll both be setting boundaries that you didn’t know needed setting. really it’s a good thing. :)

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

nope, he doesn’t like them. gepard has self-control above all, and he’s never once seen the need to rush a session with you. the most he’s ever done is make out with you in his office.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

gepard defaults to slow and sensual. it's difficult for him to be fast and rough on you, honestly - he thinks you must be uncomfortable and in pain, even if you try to convince him that you enjoy it.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

gepard would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy receiving oral from you. it looks uncomfortable, but as soon as he feels your soft, warm mouth wrap around him, your hands on his sensitive inner thighs, all guilt flies out the window.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that involves pain, like impact, knife play, slapping, even - not gently, not on the face, not on the butt. gepard isn't even comfortable with tugging on your hair when you're servicing him (he is very sweet).

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

gepard likes seeing you be a service to the people. helping an old lady across the road, playing with the kids on the street for a moment, even something as small as helping the secretary pick up the papers she'd dropped. his drive is closely tied to his affection... and seeing you love the people of belobog makes him love you more than anything else.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

if he had to, really gepard would have you anywhere. in an alley, in a moving vehicle, in his office. he finds it hard to be picky about the location as soon as he can have his arms around you - wherever you are is the right place.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

he likes feeling you claw at his back. the vague sparks of pain, knowing that he'll carry around the red scratch marks of your love the next day, makes him feel all warm inside like nothing else.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

gepard isn't entirely against touching himself, but really he never really feels the need. belobog is a small place and you're always around him, but also when you're away, he'll focus more on work to take his mind off of your absence. you are worth waiting for above all of his physical desires, gepard thinks, and good things come to those who wait, don't they?

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he is very utterly, very deeply, in love with you. gepard keeps his face close to yours, his blue eyes fixed on your face, to the point you squirm from the intensity of his gaze. he loves you so much that he doesn't want to miss a single expression or little sound that you make, and once you've gotten used to it, you know it's gepard's way of paying attention to your pleasure.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

if he could be honest with you, gepard hadn't even known that some people groomed their hair down there. so he leaves it exactly as it is, a slightly darker blonde than the hair on his head. there's quite a lot of it, but it's surprisingly soft (as insane as that sounds).

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

gepard's a serious guy and finds it hard to be goofy, so don't expect him to be cracking jokes in the bedroom anytime soon.

f = favourite position (this goes without saying)

he likes having his face close to yours, his hands on your shoulders, arms, wrists, waist, wherever. it almost feels like cuddles with a side dish of pleasure, except gepard's so big the pleasure is a little difficult to ignore.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he's not experienced at all, but gepard has looked up books about sex before. he was very embarrassed about it, but being aware of his own inexperience outweighed his need to be good for you, and so he'd huddle up in the library in a corner each night and read manuals on where to touch and how your body would respond the best.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

gepard has kept a set of your lingerie in the further corner of his drawers. it's clean, barely used, and for some reason he hadn't thought that you might miss it and also immediately guess what had happened to it. but you let him keep his secrets, as one does.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

gepard's cum isn't entirely white, more of an off-white. it's smooth and thin like... milk? he keeps his body very healthy, and it shows in taste and texture whenever you service him.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he's a big tummy guy. no matter what size you are - slender, chubby, or even more generously proportioned, gepard likes nuzzling his face into your tummy and warming your flesh in his hands.

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

the sweetest, and also the strongest (physically). he'll maneuver you into a comfortable, curled up position, and encourage you to go to sleep while he goes fetch a cloth and warm water. then he'll dress you, even half-asleep, and then he'll cuddle up with you and then let himself go to sleep.

if there are any typos please let me know... i'm half-asleep writing this

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fem!reader, TW // NSFW, “good girl”.

nothing turns childe on more than hearing his own name - no, not tartaglia, not childe, but his real name, the one his mother gave him.

and with the candles burning low, childe fucking you deep and passionate, all the guards sent away because you refused to do it with him unless they were gone - you tremble, your walls fluttering and seizing with your approaching high, nails scraping at his back for something to hold onto.

“ah, ah, a-ajax,” you moan, with such beautiful, urgent gasps that he thrusts, and you cry out, your eyes filling with tears.

“again,” he tells you. “say it again.”

his eyes are deep and dark and very, very blue.

i’m gonna make you cum. i’m gonna make you cum again, and again, and again, until you forget your own name, until my name is the only name on your lips.

“ajax?” you repeat quietly, this time with a tremulous cadence, your chest still heaving to catch your breath.

“good girl,” he praises, nestling his ear by your mouth so he can hear you loud and clear when he drills himself into your cervix. you howl his name. “good. again.”

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i’m ready for the fae, but are the fae ready for me?

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i can’t do it anymore. this is still one of my favourite things written ever

Deep Sea Chapter IV. Yan Scaramouche x F Reader

>Rating: Mature. >Warnings: Yandere themes, mentions of amnesia, misgoynistic language, minor violence.  >Word count: 6k. >Deep Sea Index.

CHAPTER IV // ORPHAN SPIRIT

The fortune slip in your hand is heavy, even if it bends to the slightest breeze.

Mt. Yogou overlooks the rest of Narukami Island as if it were nothing but an insignificant speck. The buildings down below are tiny, the people tinier. You stretch your hand out into the horizon and grasp the distant Inazuma City and hold it in the palm of your head. How perfectly it fits, you muse. If only the same could be said for myself.

High up on the mountaintop, past the torii gates that welcome you into the realm of the divine, you fooled yourself into thinking the gods might hear out your plight. The dark ink painted on by elaborate brushstrokes echoes the same premonition it always has: great misfortune.

You sigh and consider what to do next. Last month, it was purchasing an omamori, but your luck remained as lackluster as ever. What should you try next?

Keep reading

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does anyone remember @ddarker-dreams deep sea series? it’s here for those who’ve never seen it :)

turns out it was first posted in 2022. has it really been that long??? i know i’ve spanned across two big blogs, maybe four blogs if we include nonexistent ones. but 3 YEARS. let’s be for real right now

anyway i miss it dearly. i know lock says she’s been stuck on it but goodness gracious i still think of it from time to time. i haven’t played genshin in 2 years

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pls make another foxturine smut ur last one was so bomb.. this time he gets the reader all to himself tho🙏🙏

fem!reader, TW // nsfw, somnophilia (kinda), breeding, reader is a bunny hybrid, foxventurine, feline ratio. part 1.

when he reaches out to the other side of the bed, he finds it empty, ratio's warmth just beginning to fade from the sheets.

you're curled up in the curve of his body, your ears soft against his arm, still sleeping soundly. despite last night's activities, nothing could cover up your sweet scent, and it made aventurine's tail thump against the sheets with his and ratio's scent mingled with yours.

"don't do anything while i'm at work," ratio had told him.

"sure," aventurine had replied, blinking innocently back.

like he was going to obey.

"bunny," he coos, rubbing an ear between his fingers.

you twitch, sigh, roll over, exposing the smooth skin of your behind to him. aventurine's fingers dance lightly over your hips, feeling the marks that either of them had left.

"if you don't get up, bunny," he whispers. "i'm gonna fuck you again."

no response. aventurine hadn't really meant it, but now you were here...

you squeak, still half-asleep, when aventurine hauls you on top of him, propping your legs open with his knees. you yelp when he bites down on one of your bunny ears, whimpering when he presses a finger to your clothed cunt.

"better get you stuffed while i have you all to myself, hm?” aventurine murmurs into your ear.

he traces a finger down your slit, satisfied to find it already damp. aventurine can feel the saliva pooling into his mouth at the scent of your arousal, sweet and musky and heady all at once.

it's all too easy to slice open your underwear with a sharpened claw. you gasp when the tip grazes your clit, and though he knows you don't mean to be erotic, aventurine can't help but sink his fingers into you (claws sheathed, of course.)

you writhe in his grasp, but what use is a little rabbit against her predator?

he scissors his fingers a few times, and before you can recover from the simulation, he's pushing his dick through the tight muscle of your entrance.

if you've ever been overstimulated before, nothing compares to the feeling of aventurine pushing up against leftover cum, kissing your cervix, warmer still than your warm, sore insides. tears are tracking down your face before you even realise they're, aventurine swiping them away with deceptively gently fingers and licking them up.

you're shuddering in the throes of orgasm without even realising it as he guides your hips up and down, seizing and writhing and wailing each time aventurine's dick twitches up against your most sensitive spots, which at that point is every inch of your ribbed walls. he's saying something - sweet somethings, cooing, nibbling at your ears.

distantly you hear the sound of a door opening, and aventurine stops moving.

"oops," he says, grinning and not the least apologetic, when he sees ratio in the doorway.

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Player 2: Prologue

Amphoreus isekai series concept based on the "Amphoreus is a timeloop and simulation theory"

Might edit this once 3.3 comes out idk-- or might revise the entire concept entirely.

Tw: vomiting, slight!yandere (Phainon's hinted to be unhinged low-key), possible body horror elements

"No, no--" the whispers are panicked as hands grasp your frame. The cold of Thanatos is starting to creep in as your sight blackens. You're aware your eyes are open and yet you cannot see, but still, you feel the distant touch of metal upon your skin and hear the agonized voice of a friend who begs for you to stay.

"It wasn't supposed to go like this." He murmurs, frantic and tinged with a madness held back for too long. Distantly, you remember he's been fraying at the ends for years, taking what little comfort he could from the weight of the world he's forced to bear.

Once, he told you he's not meant for great things. You, however, had been meant for a greater purpose. He tells you on a summer night that you're more worthy of being "Deliverance" than him, but you cup his face between your hands and tenderly tell him he is worthy of the title, and that you are more than willing to carry half of the burden with him even if it means you will not be recognized for such kindness.

The Deliverer cries for you, his tears spilling into your cheeks as the cold of Thanatos finally dulls the feeling on your skin til there is nothing. You remain unmoving in his arms as your hearing lingers, hearing him mutter an oath under his breath that you wish he would take back.

"I will bring you back, and I will make sure no one else suffers."

"I love you."

"I'm sorry."

[System alert]

Respawn successful

Location: The Grove

Mission: [Error has occurred]

A loud thud echoes through the empty yard as your body hits the ground. You wheeze and cough, the pain seizing your every nerve as you recalled your end from the second life you've had.

You remember the feeling of the blade against your guts, the whispers, the regret.

You spill the contents of your stomach into the concrete, the black and red sludge a horrible obvious stain against the grey as the distant face of Kephale remained indifferent to your strife. Your head hurts, and there's tears spilling out of your eyes as the sludge continues to uncontrollably spill out of your mouth no matter how much you try to reign it in.

More of it drops into the concrete as you hack and wheeze, your coughs becoming grotesquely wet at the tar like substance inside of you. You writhe back into the ground, your feeble legs unable to support you due to the pain as you grit your teeth.

Your consciousness starts to leave you as you weakly beg for help in the empty area for whoever might hear; at this point, you don't care who. You just wanted this to end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you finally come to, you see an unfamiliar ceiling. It takes you a moment to realize you've been inside of this room. Here? Again? Why? The questions ring inside of your head as you slowly turn your body to face the person that owns this home.

Phainon.

He's asleep on the chair, soft breaths escaping him as his chest rose and fell. This is not the first time you've met him-- you doubt he'd remember, though. In your first "life", both of you had been children in Aedes Elysiae.

It's ironic to be living there considering what the name of the place meant. You found it morbidly funny at the time when you were simply surrounded by the fields, and in a similar state that Phainon had found you in possibly hours prior.

You still remember the clean smell of the air and the tar from your body spilling across the golden stalks like mud. It was afternoon then, the sun not quite glaring at you as the coolness of the breeze made an attempt to sooth your pain; you remember that your saviour at that time had been Phainon too.

You remembered his mother-- her soothing songs, and her hand on your head and the steady presence of his father.

You scan the features of the man in the chair and finds he's significantly younger than the man you remember in the last loop. From what you remember the system telling you, you're at the Grove.

This must mean Phainon is still a student of Anaxa at this time judging from his clothes too; an ugly combination of banana yellow and an obnoxious shade of purple. Aglaea has not quite saved him from his horrible choices in clothing just yet-- maybe you would in her stead, but you doubt you'd be polite about it.

You smile gently, also remembering that he simply got put into Anaxa's school for being so inquisitive that it annoyed the other schools in Okhema.

You feel bad though. While Phainon was admittedly quite annoying, he didn't really mean any true harm in his questioning.

The memories of your second life linger and show a different side to Phainon, one that you also feel a tinge of pity for, although in a level more personal and intense. He wasn't very far from being the young man on the chair-- still the same person, but that future self had shattered under the pressure he felt unworthy to carry. This time, you think you'll have to try harder to show him he's worth being the person everyone thinks he is.

"You ought to stop feeling sorry for him." The system tells you, bearing the voice of a kindly grandmother chastising you gently. "He will not remember your bonds, dear. Do not get too attached. Don't be too forgiving."

'He hasn't done anything wrong.' You tell the system as you stare at him pensively.

"Has he, now?" It doesn't sound like it believes you. "Maybe not yet, but he will eventually. Come now, darling, even after all this time you still choose to believe things will change?"

You remember his agonized voice, his tears, his vow.

'Yes.' you answer, although it's not entirely altruistic; there is some mistrust in you after knowing what your friend would become (but what had gone wrong? You don't know yet.)

'Third time's a charm.' the system goes silent at your little comment, yielding at your show of stubbornness.

You're not exactly certain if your answer will still hold true in this life, but for your own sake, you choose to believe in a kinder fate and pray that things will end well this time.

You are a stranger to him in this life, not the child that grew up with him in the fields and met their end in front of him too early. Not the person he knew, and certainly not the person he claimed to love in the last cycle that Kephale built.

You are you, a stranger he's found in some courtyard writhing in their own vomit and pathetically begging for help.

Your shifting stirs Phainon awake, with him opening his eyes blearily to look at you simply staring into his frame. A sense of relief crosses his face as he immediately stands from his seat and hurriedly pours water into a cup from a small jug.

"You must be thirsty." He says with a small smile as he hands you the water with a gentleness you're well familiar with in another time.

You take it from his grasp and take small sips, almost cringing at the lingering taste of bile and blood in your mouth mixing with the cold of the water before you forcibly swallow. The taste dissipates, replaced with the sweetness of the water and the relief that immediately follows.

"Thank you." You weakly croak, and as if he could read your mind, Phainon places a soothing hand on your back.

"No need to talk if it's too painful for you." He says. "Professor Anaxa said you shouldn't even be waking up yet. I guess he's finally wrong for once." He scoffs at his own little joke softly. "Anyway, I'm glad you're alive and awake. You were in pretty bad shape."

You nod, all the while trying to find the proper words to explain as to why you were there in the first place. Should you lie?

"I'd rather you not, dear. We know how your friend takes to being lied to." The system's grandmotherly voice advises against it. Emotions and expressions from lifetimes ago appear in your mind's eye.

You furrow your brows, pointedly ignoring the way your hands had gone cold as Phainon's expression morphs into one of concern. "Are you alright?" He asks, his warm palm still on your back as you nod again; it's hesitant-- slow, cautious.

Then, he seems to have realized something you didn't and parts his hand from you. "I must have overstepped." He says, chuckling nervously as the tips of his ears go red.

"It's alright." You whisper to him as gently as you could to not hurt your throat. "You didn't do anything wrong." It's not a lie- He doesn't know, you tell yourself as you force your mind to not remember the blade or the dulled blue eyes that looked at you. Your grip on the cup tightens as your hands start to feel numb.

He. Doesn't. Know.

"Do you want me to leave you alone for a while?" You think you need time, and so you nod. "I'll be outside if you need anything." He gives you a small smile before taking his leave, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone with the cup in your hands.

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hello, and happy july/soon to be july to everyone!! i just wanted to drop by and say thank you so much for the support this past june - i've had posts blow up, loads of asks flooding in, and even surpassed 1k followers hehehe. even though i didn't manage to complete the full month of posting i'm still pretty proud of myself for being able to release 2 full weeks of content 🙂‍↕️

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Hello!

Love your work. Would you do a yandere Soshiro x reader? NSFW

Im a sucker for yandere Soshiro

Have a lovely day 🧡

thank you for your support! hope you have a lovely day too ❤️ yandere soshiro nsfw. fem!reader, TW // nsfw, yandere, dubcon.

"i told you," he grits out. "to keep your hands to yourself."

soshiro rolls his hips forward, groaning when you spasm around him, drawing him deeper. you pant, squirm, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the sheets. every nerve ending feels like it's on fire, your walls sticky and tight around his cock.

"so- shiro-" you try to twist away. he grabs you by the ankles, hauling your legs up and over his shoulders, sinking deeper still into you with a wet thwack. you howl, your back arching.

"no touching other guys." his sharp canines close around the flesh of your leg, and he feels a rush of grim satisfaction when your eyes fill with tears. "was that so hard?"

"i- didn't mean-" it was just a friendly hug, nothing more, nothing less! you thought soshiro wouldn't have noticed, it was all over so quickly anyway, but of course, what could escape the notice of a vice-captain? "oh, shiro, please."

"please what? you think you deserve to cum?" soshiro bares his teeth in an uncharacteristic snarl, rocking himself in and out of you, just slow enough to bring you to the edge but not over it. he knows you better than you know yourself, and you both know it.

you're too far gone for words, so you do the only thing you know how - you reach up towards him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

he melts immediately, tipping his head into your hands, his bruising grip on you relaxing as he slides into your embrace. you nuzzle your face into his hair, and suddenly his thrusts are deep and loving, working you both slowly towards a mutual high.

“‘m sorry,” you say quietly, clutching him to you, and you can feel soshiro’s face soften. “i really didn’t mean it.”

“hmm.” he suckles a tender mark into the space where your shoulder meets your neck. “be good for me, and maybe i’ll forgive you.”

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hiii!! i love ur writing <3 would you mayhaps be able to do yandere phainon?

hello, thank you for your support!! i’ve already written several yan phainon posts that are linked here :D

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to anon 1: i can't believe i made your whole day, that's high praise 🥹 i'm so glad you enjoyed! to anon 2: i'm really happy that people out there are enjoying my phai characterisation because i will be so frank i haven't played the latest update :" fem!reader, TW // nsfw.

mydei

phainon hauls you up easily by your thighs, his cock buried inside you, your back against his chest. your face is flushed to high heavens, not because of the temperature of the room, but the pair of yellow lion's eyes fixed on your face.

you whimper wordlessly, nails scraping uselessly at phainon's arms as he thrusts into you for the millionth time that night, melting you into another puddle of nerves and messy fluids. you're cumming in no time - and another surge catches you off guard before your first one can fully die down, your voice hoarse as mydei leans forward and laps up the arousal you spray everywhere, suckling on your clit and letting you ride out your high.

anaxagoras

"maybe professor anaxa will have something more to teach me," was what phainon had said to you, trying to convince you to agree to his grand plan.

currently, with your mouth stuffed full of the professor's dick, and phainon filling you up from the back, it didn't seem like he needed much more teaching. in fact, it was probably you who needed it the most, seeing as your eyes filled with tears every time he rolled his hips up into your mouth, nudging against the back of your throat.

you mumble helplessly around him in pleasure as phainon slides in and out slowly. anaxa cups your face, guiding you up and down, slipping his dick a little deeper into your throat each time, trying to coax you into taking him fully.

aglaea

you can barely breathe, but you can't really tell if it's the weight of phainon bearing down on you - or aglaea's misty green eyes pinning you in place.

tiny gasps escape you as phainon grinds his tip against your cervix. your back is arched as far as it'll go, pressing you into him, but also pushing you into aglaea's deft, soft fingers, rolling your nipple, pinching and twisting until you're thrashing against phainon. she seems to know exactly where to touch where it feels best; probably because she does, what with her golden threads and all.

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where do you get your twt links from? every time i try them they're gone :(

you have to log in to see em!! they're all mostly still up on my end, but you can also check my twt profile (@thehatboxwitch) for stuff i retweet from time to time. here’s a post i made on some accounts i follow too!

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Can I ask Yandere Gepard?

you'd never have guessed that behind all the shifty eyes and people avoiding you was: sweet, horribly awkward gepard landau. not that you knew anything was wrong in the first place.

"do you think i did something wrong?" you remark quietly to him, after being blown off by yet another cashier. it was just so unusual, the way you'd woken up one day and suddenly it seemed like everyone decided to hate you.

except for gepard, of course. gepard had always been by your side, a steadfast, quiet wall of reassurance. emphasis on quiet, however.

he glances down at you, adjusting his gauntlets.

"gepard?" you prompt. sometimes he'd be caught in long periods of silences, just looking down at you like all his thoughts had suddenly escaped his grasp. not that you minded; it was pretty endearing.

he blinks, blonde lashes dark against his cheekbones.

"oh, sorry." a faint blush warms his complexion. "no. i don't think you did anything wrong."

you narrow your eyes, and gepard's chest tightens in both anxiety and affection. you couldn't know... could you?

then you smile, and the moment passes. he releases his breath. "yeah, you're right. i don't know what i'm feeling so guilty for."

when you carry on ahead of him, gepard glances back into the store. the clerk freezes, then ducks behind the counter quickly, out of sight.

maybe he was a little harsh with his warnings. then again, how else would he prevent other people from looking at you, and how would he keep you safe in turn? it was better this way. you'd understand.

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