#Request🖋

[iridesky-the-writer]

i never request so plz dont set me ablaze if i mess up- can you do medicine pocket x gn reader just like idk domestic fluff head cannons??? (even tho theyre mean and would probably beat me)

Yo! No worries, I love me some good domestic fluff, especially with the meanies ;0; Anyways, here ya go!

(Trying to make my headcanons more actually "headcanon set-like" than 4chan greentext storytime form shbsnshdhdhdbd 💀)

☆ Barking at the Moon ☆

|| Domestic Medpocket x G/N Reader: Fluffy Headcanons! ||

|| Contains: Swearing (because Medicine Pocket),, mentions of drugs and medication (but nothing serious like addiction, Just Meddy prescribing things),, slightly suggestive content but nothing serious (just a mention of suggestive things!),, potentially inaccurate brief depictions of the biological sciences, MedPoc-typical malpractice 👍🏽, and MedPoc being a blushy fool ||

☆ MedPoc's that kinda partner that isn't afraid to be kind of grumpy around you. It's not a slight against you; it's an act of love.

☆ When they come back from the foundation each day, when they pass through the doorway, they'd instantly make a beeline towards you. You're basically their medicine. And they act like an excited puppy when they see you.

☆ "Hey, you. How's crap going around here? Hope you didn't miss me. How're you, puppy? How're you?"

☆ And then they'd kiss you on your cheeks.

☆ If they're grumpy, they murmur muffled curses under their breath as they run over, cling to you, and start vaguely muttering something about work and ignorant dumbasses who never understand anything. But you're not a dumbass! Not to them! You're their's!! And that's perfect to them.

☆ Every morning they'd wake up and be curled up next to you. Doesn't matter if they fell asleep on the couch last night or not, whatever position they fell asleep in, they probably won't be in the same place when they wake up and instead near you somehow. Don't ask me how. And when they are near you, they usually flop themselves on top of you, all of their weight at once.

☆ They're just like a reeaaal cuddly dog...that's way too big to be a lapdog yet seems convinced they are one.

☆ Oh, forgot to mention! They're always giving you petnames like "puppy" and "fuzzball". Called you bitch at one point for the bit and then never did it again. You decide on whether you're into it or not...

☆ Pocky LOOOVES nuzzling into you. Doesn't matter if it's into your cheek, neck, or stomach. They love hearing you laugh when they rub their nose up against you. After they do it, you can usually hear them chuckle to themselves in sweet satisfaction.

☆ Definitely the type to give you cuddles from behind while you're working and try to distract you with kisses and nuzzles, or by yapping and making you laugh.

☆ "Who ya texting? ...new friend? Do they happen to be interested in investing in a handsome bio researcherrr...?"

☆ Speaking of texts, they'd probably send you pictures of the weird shit that goes on in their lab at work while they're gone, and the ethically questionable shit that they do. Only the funny stuff, though. Like that time they made a whole f1 generation of dogs fluffy puffballs.

☆ Speaking of which, they may or may not try to convince you to let them bring home one of the genetically engineered dogs. Your call on if you're fine with that.

☆ they're awful at sharing like a human being (probably skipped kindergarten (joking)), but they make an exception with you. Usually by sharing bread with you in the morning and tossing you a chunk or two. (They find it hard to express love in a gift giving way, but they do it in their own unique fashion)

☆ Physical is definitely a chief love language of theirs, just next to quality time. Meaning that they really like cuddles, as much as they absolutely loathe admitting it. Then again, when you two are alone together, you're one of the few people that can water them down enough to get some snuggles out of them.

☆ Biting is also a love language of theirs.

☆ Yooouuu'd probably end up coming out of a cuddle session with them with teethmarks on your neck and shoulders. And you're going to have to explain to anyone that happens to spot them that nothing "weird" happened back there. Good luck with that, they'll never stop doing it. It's like it's hardwired into their brain.

☆ Really likes showing you the new medicines and ideas they produce, even if you might not understand them. They adore rambling on about it. They might even try and give you some bio cultures from the lab as souvenirs...uuuh, maybe put those in the closet instead of keeping them out in the open where they can be easily knocked over.

☆ If you get hurt, they'd be the first to suggest something to help or try to care for you, even though they're not a licensed doctor. (Though if you're in your right mind, you probably shouldn't agree if the care involves any physical operation...)

☆ Their favorite place to go out with you is forests and hiking trails. They love running with you, and talking with you, and listening to your ideas. If you're Pocky's partner, then they probably hang on every single word you say. You're brain's an intellectual buffet for them.

☆ They don't look the type, but they love watching sunsets and moonrises with you. It's cheesy, it's dumb. But they like it. And they unashamedly enjoy it.

☆ Sometimes they'd try to make themselves less embarrassed about it by making offhand "cool" comments, though, during those rare occasions when they feel dumb for enjoying those kinda things.

☆ "Man. Moon looks like shit tonight."

☆ Either way, at the end of the day, no matter how much they pull at your cheeks, tease you, make fun of you, or playfully cuff you in the side, they'd send you off to bed with a kiss on the lips--even if they usually can't head to bed with you since they stay up busy with work.

☆ "I love ya, dumbass. Don't get yourself killed when I'm at work tomorrow, 'k?"

Thank you for reading!

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how do all the lackadaisy characters react to getting sick/how do the handle the situation. Thanks!! :3c

Lumping these two asks together as they are the same request. Ask and ye shall receive! (A collaborative effort between multiple of our authors as it does involve the whole cast.)

ROCKY

Sick? What do you mean sick. In his over twenty-two years of living thus far he's never been sick once. He has the immune system of a titan, what are you talking about.

Questions he whilst leaning heavily on the bar counter for support lest he is knocked to the ground in a feverish pile by this sudden earthquake that apparently no one else is noticing like seriously you guys shouldn't we evacuate the place?!

In his defense, he's right about one thing: illness seems to avoid him as prevalently and miraculously as death itself. He could get stuck in the rain, take cold mud baths, sleep outside in winter snow, hug someone with Spanish flu, taste the pavement of a rat-infested alley and drink raw sewage and still come out of it all fit as a fiddle.

(Whether he carries anything is a different question, though with the various microorganisms inside him he seems to live in an overwhelmingly peaceful coexistence.)

But every rule has exceptions. And since he frequently does end up in all those situations, when once a millennium he comes down with something it's hard to tell the cause.

How he handles it can be summed up in a short answer of: he doesn't. He refuses to acknowledge it until he's physically incapacitated. If asked about it he keeps insisting that he's fine, a-okay, dandy as can be, never has existed a more invigorated healthy young man on Earth. At best he may invent a perfectly unconvincing excuse, like allergies acting up. (Inside underground caves. In winter. When he's never been allergic to anything in his entire life.)

Aside from perhaps unsuccessfully forbidding him from causing more grievous disturbances than usual, people usually opt to just leave him to it, because once he's set his mind on being "fine" logical reasoning and sound advice are only breath wasted. Ever well-intentioned, Mitzi still tells him to get some rest every now and then, yet keeps stumbling into the boy as he's fumbling through whatever that unresting intent has currently possessed him to be doing.

This wouldn't be such an issue with, say, a cold, because regardless of his masochistic eagerness for activity it inevitably does pass, but if it's something that necessitates any amount of bedrest... well, good luck.

For one he hasn't really a place to rest. I mean... there's the car. No one but Ivy at the Lackadaisy seems to know he technically lives in there, and he's not too enthusiastic to disclose it himself; besides anywhere else actually suitable, like in Mitzi's apartment, he'd just feel like a capital nuisance.

But let's suppose a scenario with the ideal location and someone who cares enough to stick by and ensure he actually does stay put. Shouldering such a responsibility, they must be prepared for a minimum of two things.

For one: he's going to be even more unbearably talkative than usual. Because what else is there left for a restless spirit if the flesh is restrained? Nothing but to complain and lament and versify and prattle on incessantly about whatever comes careening hither along a changeful stream of consciousness. Albeit unwittingly, driving others insane with his aimless rambling is how he keeps himself... well, something.

It's like if his mind had to stop running at maximum speed for just a few minutes it would promptly crash for good. Which, for all we know, may really be the case.

(This is just my two cents, but: I think giving him drawing implements and a coloring book or just plain paper might keep him very nicely occupied, as well as relatively quiet. Be sure to provide plenty of paper though, if you don’t want him to start drawing on other things not meant to be drawn on when the supply runs out like an unsupervised kid... unless you welcome the idea of your walls and furniture being covered in doodles.)

The other, possibly more arduous challenge is keeping him inside the room in the first place. Not understanding nor agreeing with his special treatment largely experienced as imprisonment on his end, he seizes each arising opportunity to attempt to weasel away somehow.

And he's a trained escape artist.

Watch him closely but look away for even a second, and you'll find no trace of him left in the room when you look back. Lock him in there, he'll pick the lock in a pinch - or attempt the window, which depending on the floor number may carry various levels of risk. Tie him down (because you're getting desperate by now) and you're likely to stumble into him minutes later by the front door, having already wriggled his way out. Doesn’t matter which knot was used, he knows most of them by heart. (And even if he didn’t happen to, he’s resourceful enough.)

Like I’ve said before, he perseveres in resisting his confinement for as long as he's capable of moving his limbs around and some vague semblance of coherent thought. Even with his brains cooking with delirium one may have to rescue him as he's crawling along on the floor dragging with him the tangle of blankets he was last left swaddled in, not entirely clear on what direction he's headed but by all means dedicated.

He's not above manipulation either, in order to divert his warden’s attention or make them relinquish his firm supervision rooted in concern for his well-being. Because it's not like he's concerned about it; so why should anyone else be? In addition he's unshakably certain that his role in the Lackadaisy's rumrunning force as well as there in general is absolutely vital and requires that he always be available for employment regardless of if he’s even in a proper state for it. (Just look at the latest comic arc, for crying out loud.)

But psst. Here's a little personal tip, for (Y/N) specifically. If reasonable advice hits deaf ears, and cuffing him to a bedpost yields little results other than another mildly baffling escape attraction, there remains one other thing to try with better chances of success... a more hands-on approach, if you catch my drift.

(Cuddling. I'm talking about cuddling. If you've got a good grip on this string bean of a man he is certainly not going anywhere so long as you're vigilant. Doing so, of course, means risking your own health, which he won't fail to coyly point out either; but he'll otherwise put up minimal resistance and ultimately cave in because God knows he’s touch deprived and doesn't get held enough otherwise. Well, by not enough I mean not at all, ever. But that's exactly why it's a good thing you're here, isn't it?)

Overall, as amusing of a story collection to recount as his commonly absurd ailing escapades might provide later down the line, the fact that they very rarely happen is no doubt for the best. He engages in enough troublesome shenanigans as is.

FRECKLE

Surprisingly pragmatic about it. Yep. He's getting symptoms. Looks like he contracted something.

Best be careful about it... mostly because Nina wouldn't allow him running himself ragged anyhow.

Along with other moral virtues he's had honesty drilled into him from kittenhood. And although it's not always an option in... other matters... he's upfront about how he's feeling physically if not much else, and eventually does come to terms with it. (Once he’s confirmed with certainty that it’s not just the general nauseated feeling he gets whenever he thinks too deeply about his “work” nowadays.)

He doesn't want to infect other people, or incur the stern concern of his mother, so at the very least he stays around the house, doing small, mostly undemanding chores. He's aware it's not expected of him nor recommended, but he has a bit of restlessness to him too.

Mostly because, were it bad enough to confine him to bed in a blanketed bundle of suffering incarnate, all he'd be able to think about is that God's wrath finally caught up with him for being a horrible person and this was part of his rightful punishment. Even worse if he got a nasty fever; it's like he's already burning in Hell.

Distractions may be scarce, but if he's been told off from chores for sneezing on the washing-up or exhausting himself with much too overzealous hammering, he opts to read instead. Over the years he's amassed quite the collection of books, renowned classics and youth literature, and most of them still give off the fluttering remnants of a good kind of nostalgia when flipping through the pages.

And besides, immersing himself in someone else's story is far more pleasant than fretting over his own current predicaments.

Some company, from a safe distance of course, will do him wonders as well. Nina is not the most conversational woman around, and aside from checking on him regularly and ensuring his wellbeing they don't make much meaningful contact.

Rocky likely pops in from time to time however, forever enthused to just run his mouth for as long as allowed, and although he may get a bit too bombastic for Calvin's comparative lack of vitality sometimes he appreciates the distraction more than he's able to express it. And, believe it or not, it's not entirely one-sided either. Rocky has developed a keen sense for his quiet cousin's intent to contribute and will more than gladly listen to what he has to say.

He’ll also forward Ivy’s wishes for Calvin to get well soon as she’s just dying to be able to meet with him at the speakeasy again. (Definitely also attaches a teasing remark or two to the message.) Then he’s eventually ushered out by Nina and as soon as his hasty goodbyes are swallowed by the outdoors Calvin finds himself missing the noise already.

The paralyzed stillness of being sick gets to him a lot more than it shows… seeing as it leaves him a little too alone with his own mind. So he sinks into the comfort of old books until he’s incapacitated by a headache and sore eyes, and diligently rakes those seven leaves that had gathered across the back lawn since he last attended to them two hours before, and lingers outside in the garden until warmer hues overtake a sun-painted sky and the evening chill starts to bite, taking in all things green and alive and in motion to remind himself that he’s not a walking corpse. Not yet, anyway.

Due to his mom’s supervision as well as his own eagerness to follow instructions in order to escape his personal limbo as soon as possible, he does tend to recover fairly fast; and he’s a pretty hardy young lad, thank goodness, so it’s all quite uncommon of an ordeal. In short it’s back to the ol’ grindstone in a jiffy; you know, the kind of grindstone that pulverizes mortal lives and churns out dripping blood.

But hey, best not stop and mull over it too long.

IVY

Oh, it's a nightmare for her.

You mean she can't go out in the evenings anymore? Can't go shopping with friends? Can't procure booze with her criminal coworkers? Can't attend dates with her cute new boyfriend? (Well, those last two are one and the same, really.)

These are all vital activities for a young woman like her to pursue! What else is she supposed to do? Rot in her room and steer clear of all fun whilst everyone else keeps going on with their lives?!

Some flimsy cold is nowhere near enough to keep her away from the beloved Lackadaisy. She can still man the café counter with a little sniffle (taking care to sneeze on no one's food) or look absolutely gorgeous on the dancefloor decked in glimmering pearls and feathers with a slightly paler constitution. But if it's bad enough that she simply must stay put...

During classes the still life of an empty dormitory fills with upbeat contemporary tunes from her bedstand radio as she lies upon crumpled bedsheets, clad in her prettiest pajamas, surrounded by an almost ritualistic circle of tissues and magazines whilst flipping through one of the latter with her legs girlishly dangling in the air. This is likely the scene any visitors are greeted by as well.

She looks like she's coping rather well... until verbal contact ensues and she begins her long string of complaints about how she's feeling utterly miserable. Runny nose, sore throat, grating cough, an unshakable sense of fatigue and she can't even go anywhere! Her classmates are off studying or having fun themselves (as well as deliberately avoiding contact with her for obvious reasons), and she's got nothing to look at but patterned wallpaper and pictures of pretty clothes she currently can't even visit the boutiques for.

But once the grievances are shared she promptly guides the spotlight in their direction, upon which they are to share every last bit of information and news about all most recent ongoings in the world of the healthy. It is a requirement (she will not let them go until they oblige), but also an opportunity; they're welcome to spill the beans on how their week has been and any noteworthy things that happened to them and also to just chat with her about whatever else comes up in the process.

Another way she keeps herself involved with the outside world is through the telephone. The local operator can already tell if she's under the weather by the prevalence of hearing her slightly weathered, juvenile voice squeak for connection to mostly one line throughout the day.

Her calls may also be scheduled to a certain hour so that everyone can come up to Mitzi's office and say hi. That "everyone" overwhelmingly ends up being Rocky, who lingers around there a bit more insistently than usual nearing that time frame and never fails to make his presence known by shouting his own greetings and cheerful encouragements of perseverance into the receiver.

She always asks him about Viktor and Calvin since the former disappointingly refuses to engage with her calls, and the latter doesn't visit because boys aren't allowed in the dormitory... and because he's afraid of catching her sickness. (What a chicken.)

You’d better believe they both get a scolding once she’s recovered for not contacting her at all… though you can’t really stay mad at sheepishly apologetic, babyfaced Freckle McMurray, now can you

Supposing the presence of company who’s emotionally close enough, she may also get clingy in the physical sense. Yes, she knows it’s not very courteous to rub your germs all over someone, but oh, her head is just killing her and she’s exhausted and achy and utterly sick of being sick, hence she desperately needs to rest her chin on someone’s shoulder and latch onto their soft warmth. Really, they brought this upon themselves by daring to enter the sniffly lion cub’s den. Now they’re likely not allowed to move for… let’s say the next two hours. Alternatively, until she has to go to the bathroom or ask them to get her something to drink.

Yes, she’s a bit of a princess; and especially when she’s miserable she may occasionally indulge in showering a willing servant with her various requests. Fetch her this, throw away that, bring hot chocolate and snacks, take out the trash, give her attention. But how could you say no to those big, innocent eyes?

If it’s a schoolmate she will absolutely persuade them to skip their classes for the day and spend time with her instead, offering cuddles and gossip. Forgetting, or ignoring rather, that not everyone can afford to be so lax about their education. Though surely, full-time service as a personal maid slash stuffed animal is making a much better use of their time. She promises to do the same when they inevitably catch the illness themselves, if that’s any consolation.

Nightly adventures and consequent loss of sleep aside, she takes decent care of herself overall, so the understimulating agony of quarantined solitude luckily isn’t something she suffers more of than the average person… albeit that little she’s an expert at suffering luxuriously.

VIKTOR

No, he's not sick, you're just lying. The great, the indomitable, the fierce Viktor Vasco never gets sick.

Denial is definitely a big part of it. He will not admit to getting sick until he's too weak to stand, and even then he'll fight anyone who tries to get him to rest.

The boredom is somehow scarier than actual health concerns. Staying at home and being too ill to do anything except think means he'll think. And thinking leads to a whole load of other things that he doesn't want to get into.

Essentially, getting sick is a liability to everything, from his job to his sense of self.

However, good luck on trying to make him better. He will also stubbornly refuse any help that comes his way, will slam his door in the doctor's face and threaten to tear apart anyone who so much as suggests getting him medicine.

His colleagues from Lackadaisy have taken to asking Mrs Bapka, his neighbour, to administer anything they want to give him themselves (he will draw a line at punching an old woman and fellow Slovakian immigrant), or Ivy (no one can successfully dispose of Ivy and her headstrong attitude. No one.)

The last person he had actually listened to when he was sick was a certain Mordecai Heller. Needless to say, that's not the case anymore.

Maybe that's what really makes him so grumpy and reluctant.

ZIB

His immune system is either rock hard or absolute dogshit, there is no in-between. He can go through a crowd of cats with nasty 'bouts of the flu without catching it, but gets bedridden by something as small as a head cold.

Said wonky immune system may be because he tends to drink stuff cut with the most ridiculous ingredients (radiator fluid, coffin varnish, paint, water, mud, you name it he's probably tasted it)

When he gets laid up, he gets laid up hard (innuendo not intended). He has to drag himself out of bed during the worst parts of it and may not even bother, electing to curl up and shiver/cry from the pain/die where he's comfortable. His band members have to literally drag him out of there on those days and force food down his throat so he doesn't wither away

Goddammit you lanky noodle bitch look after your sick ass don't make everyone do it for you

MORDECAI

He hates falling ill with a passion. It's one of many reasons he drinks tea so often: if he does get sick, it won't hit him so hard.

He tends to try and shrug off small stuff (runny nose, mild to moderate headache, aches and pains) to go to work anyway; but he's no fool. If he really feels icky he'll stay at home and look after himself. As much as he hates to do it, he's only got one body and somebody has to look after it.

The Savoys bash/tease him relentlessly whenever he comes in sick. If the mild headache becomes something worth staying at home for, they'll go as far as to try and visit him (or get him to come to them). Is it guilt about ragging him about it, them missing him or just boredom? Hard to tell with those two.

Serafine once teased about playing as his "mama" and looking after him until he's better. Mordecai, in his sickness-muddled mind, flew off the handle at her...Though all the Savoys saw was him almost break a glass in his paws before telling them flatly to get out.

Neither one realized Serafine had hit a nerve until he refused to let them in for a few days after. Whether it was something about his past or Serafine betraying his trust to get him into her group, they let it go and pretended nothing happened once he was back in action (though there was a noticeably thicker wall between him and them)

SERAFINE/NICODEME

Meet the "clingy" duo.

They don't get sick often and have impressive immune systems, what with their past roaming the swamps and other dangerous conditions, but when they do? Oh boy...

They'll either cling to each other in private, or play it up and annoy a hapless colleague.

And by "hapless colleague", I mean Mordecai—because of course it is.

Sickness is less of an actual, preventive ailment, but rather an excuse to show off some dramatic acting skills.

"Oh, cher, I simply cannot move until you bring me some nice warm tea and chocolate!"

"If I die, tell the world I was warm and safe, because of our dear ami, Heller..."

"For crying out loud, you've both got nothing but a cold."

They'll still play it up.

Just because your nose is stuffy doesn't mean the rest of you has to be.

The show must go on, mon cher.

WICK

He gets sick really, really easily. He stays up late at night often, so he doesn't get much rest and his immunity suffers for it.

(Licking rock walls probably doesn't help with that. Muffinhead (affectionate))

He still does work and goes out when he's sick, which results in papers with shitty writing and his friends urging him to go and rest up, "we can go with you another day".

When he's not thinking straight he'll whine to Lacie about how no one wants to see him when he's sick; ignoring the fact that she's either making him food, putting a cold cloth on his head or literally came by just to say hi to him

He's a bit dim sometimes, but he's a loveable dim.

The easiest way to see how sick he is is to mention putting the work on pause or crack a joke at his expense. If he rapidly objects to not working or good-naturedly shrugs off the joke, it's a small thing, nothing to worry about. If all he has to say in response to not working is "I can't" and he tries to defend himself from the joke (or even worse, agrees with it), he's feeling god-awful.

Lacie tends to hide the alcohol away until he's feeling better. During the week or so he's really feeling foggy this actually works, since in his addled state he can't properly look for them.

MITZI (BONUS since she's been getting a fair bit of attention)

Mitzi doesn't get sick. She becomes inconvenienced.

She's also a real bitch when she's sick. It's less of a slipping mask and more of a "I can't be nice when my brain feels too big for my skull"

She'll still grin and bear it for Rocky. He's positively devoted to her, after all; the least she can do is swallow her nasty remarks and come up with something softer for him.

Some cats swear that she never falls ill or has anything happen to her...Usually because once it does happen she locks herself in her office and won't open the door if you're not Horatio or Viktor.

If another cat somehow gets through her door, can put up with her attitude swings and goes out of their way to help her through her illness, she may very well open up a little and talk to them easier. Something as small as a cup of tea during a ravenous headache will convince the then-bitchy queen that you're not all bad-and later that since you put up with her ravenous insults and still helped her, maybe you're worth swallowing her pride for and confiding in.

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[freddyfazbears-kinhelp]

Could I get some timeline questions for a Shadow Bonnie who was repurposed along side Ennard, the Puppet, Spring Bonnie, and Lolbit, and joined by the newly built Tangle, Redbear, and White Rabbit for a pizziaplex-like building after the events of fnaf 6?

Sorry if that's hard to read, I can clarify anything if needed! Just ask for more info :D - 🖋️🖤🐰

posted, tell me if you want anything different! :)

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∘₊✧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 ✧₊∘

❝ 𝘈 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥 & 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘦. ❞ (✦ 𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙲𝚃𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚂 ✦)

🌙 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞: An underground sanctuary for the damned. You have entered a world of villainous love, cruel devotion, and inescapable obsession. This is where male yanderes reign supreme—where light is consumed by the abyss, and love is just another form of madness.

☕ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞: A shadowy, candlelit café-library buried beneath the city, only whispered about in dark corners. A place where books bleed, the coffee is black as sin, and every page is laced with tragedy.

𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. ⤷ 𝑮𝒐𝒅'𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕 → 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘴, 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵. ⤷ 𝑨 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 → 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯. ⤷ 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑨𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆 → 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢, 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴. ⤷ 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒔 → 𝘌𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥. ⤷ 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 → 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴. ⤷ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒓 → 𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 ⤷ 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 → 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ⤷ 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒖𝒔 𝑫𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊 → 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. ⤷ 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒖𝒎 → 𝘈 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯.

✧𓆪 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙐𝙈 🖋 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𓆩✧𓆪 ⤷ 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 → 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. ⤷ 𝑰𝒏𝒌 & 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 → 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. ⤷ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑷𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 → 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘴, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. ⤷ 𝒁𝒆𝒓𝒐-𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 → 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

📖 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨: Jesus Christ & My Husband. They are the only reasons I’m still alive. My books, my stories, and my soul belong to them.

📜 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫: ⤷ General + Request Rules | Expanded Masterpost | General Tag List

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⟡ 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 ⟡ ⤷ Abyss Archives - Where obsession & desire intertwine. ⤷ Somniphage - RPG + erotic horror + Yandere Reverse Harem Otome

⛧ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 ⛧ 𝐀 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐦.

╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 & 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 — World Ablaze ╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 & 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 — A Heart Devoured ╰┈➤ 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 — Whispers In The Dark ╰┈➤ 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 & 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 — Forbidden Fruits ╰┈➤ 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 — Whispers In The Dark

Current Daily - Busy sched, so you get random mystery boxes. V1 Polls. V1 Random Asks

🕯 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 🕯 ⤷ 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘗𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 – ink-spilled testaments of obsession, bound in leather & sin. ⤷ 𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘳𝘵 – 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮. ⤷ 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘸𝘢 / 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢 – devotion drawn in suffering, yandere love carved into eternity.

⟡ "𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒕."

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

Not to out one of our mods or anything but there's a reason Iphiko is the designated writer for this guy

Okay…who else fell in love with this dude? I’m not the only one right??

[eunxhan]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤE ( 💭🪶 . • ✧ ) 𝖺𝗋𝗍 & 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝟸𝟶𝟸4

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ─── © 🎞 film by EUN.X.HAN⠀

# ⋆ ⩉ ANON𝂅 📰 : Can u do Luka from alien stage x male reader? Nsfw pls, I need that man fucking me to nonsense and provoking me, calling me a good boy 💔

# ⋆ ⩉ EUNA 𝂅 🖋 : Hi dearest, Thank you for requesting! I do hope that I got Luka's character well in this. I'm still rough around the edges when it comes to these where there isn't much screen time on the character.

❛ 𒀭 : DISCLAIMER — NSFW

❛ 𒀭 : READER — Male , You/Yours

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At Luka's, almost losing to some low-level opponent, he finds himself growing irritated. Normally, he never takes anything so seriously that it gets him this worked up, but today is not one of those days. He chuckles to himself, trying to release some of the pent-up frustration and anger.

That is, until he spots you. Without hesitation, Luka wastes no time and quickly grabs you away from the others, eager to relieve his aggravation. He pulls you close, his breath hot against your ear, "You're coming with me. Now." He says with a cold smile. Luka's grip is firm but not painful as he leads you away from the crowd, his long strides carrying you through the dimly lit corridors. You can feel the tension radiating off of Luka's body, the anger just beneath the surface.

Finally, you both reach a secluded room, and Luka pushes you up against the wall, pinning you with his body. His eyes are dark and intense as he stares down at you, his lips curled "You're going to help me forget about that pathetic loser," he whispered, his voice low. Without waiting for a response, Luka crashes his lips against yours, kissing you with a bruising force. His hands roam over your body, groping and caressing every inch of skin he can reach. You gasps against Luka's mouth, your own hands coming up to tangle in his hair.

Luka breaks the kiss, only to trail his lips down your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. He grinds his hips against yours, letting you feel the evidence of his arousal. "I'm going to take you right here, right now," his voice thick with desire. "And you're going to let me, because you know how badly I need this. I'm not gonna be gentle." His voice soft but still sends a shiver down your spine.

Your heart races at Luka's words. You know you should be scared, but the thrill of Luka's rough treatment only make you want more. You looks up at Luka with wide, innocent eyes, your lips parted slightly in anticipation. Luka smirks, his hand sliding down to your body possessively. He grips your hip, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises. "That's right, just take what I give you," he purrs, his other hand tangling in your hair and tugging your head back. "I'm not satisfied with myself earlier, make me feel special. Can you?"

You gasps again as Luka's lips crash against your own in a bruising kiss. Luka's tongue invades your mouth, claiming you thoroughly as he grinds his hips against yours. You whimper into the kiss, your body melting against Luka's.

Luka breaks the kiss, his chest heaving as he stares down at you with a possessive gaze. The one that he uses almsot to everyone. "Good boy," he praises, his voice gentle with desire. "For someone so weak, so pathetic trying to please me.." He leans in and nips at you bottom lip, soothing the sting with his tongue. "But don't think for a second that I'm done with you," Luka warns, his hand sliding down to grope your ass. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight, until you're screaming my name and begging for more."

Your breath hitches as Luka's words send a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You arch into his touch, your body craving more of the delicious friction. "Please, Luka," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need you." Luka chuckles, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, I know exactly what you need," he said, his hand sliding around to cup your hardening length through his pants. "And I'm going to give it to you, over and over again until you're completely ruined for anyone else."

You couldn't help but moan as Luka strokes you through the fabric, your hips bucking involuntarily into Luka's cold touch. "Fuck, Luka," he gasps, your head falling back against the wall. "I can't take much more of this." "You can and you will," Luka said quickly, in a annoyed tone, his hand tightening around your length. "I'm going to push you to your limits and then push you even further. You're going to be begging me to stop, but I won't. I'll keep going until you're a quivering mess, completely at my mercy."

You whine, your body trembling with need. Luka's words are filthy, degrading even, but they only serve to turn you on even more. You have never been with someone who could match your own dark desires, someone who could dominate you so completely. Luka's hand moves away from your wood, leaving you aching and empty. But before you can protest, Luka is ripping open your shirt, the fabric falls away, revealing your pale skin and the smattering of freckles across his chest.

"Fuck, you look so pathetic," Luka laughs, his hands roaming over your body possessively. He pinches your nipples, rolling them between his fingers until you are writhing against the wall. "I'm going to mark you up, leave bruises all over this perfect skin. Everyone will know that you belong to me" he said, in his similar singing tone. He reaches down and fumbles with the button of your pants, his fingers shaking with impatience. Finally, he manages to undo them and shove them down along with your underwear, exposing your bare flesh to the cool air of the room.

Luka takes a moment to admire the sight before him, he whistled abit, his eyes roaming over your body. He leans down and captures one of your nipples between his teeth, biting and sucking at the sensitive bud until it's hard and aching. His other hand slides between your legs, fingers brushing against your area. He groans at the feeling, his cock twitching in anticipation. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my dick."

Luka pushes two fingers inside you tight heat, pumping them in and out as he continues to tease your nipple with his mouth. You gasps and moans, your hips bucking again against Luka's hand as you seek more friction "Please," you beg, your voice breathy and desperate. "I need you inside me, Luka. I need your cock stretching me open, filling me up."

Luka smirks against yout skin, his fingers still pumping in and out. "Beg for it," he demands, his voice harsh and commanding. "Beg for my cock like the desperate little slut you are."

Your pleas grow louder and more desperate, your body writhing against Luka's as you try to get more of his touch. "Please, Luka," you beg, your voice breaking with need. "I need your cock inside me. I need you to fill me up and fuck me hard. Please, I'm begging you."

Luka's smile grew larger at your words, his cock throbbing almost painfully in his pants. He withdraws his fingers from you, bringing them to his mouth to taste your essence. "So disgusting" he groans, despite his disgusted reaction, his tongue swirling around the digits. "I can't wait to bury my cock in your tight little ass and make you sing for me."

With a swift motion, Luka undoes his own pants, freeing his rigid shaft from its confines. He strokes himself a few times, smearing the precum that beads at the tip. Then, he lines himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock pressing it against your area.

"Careful now" Luka laugh. "Because I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk straight for days." With that, he thrusts forward, burying himself balls-deep in your tight heat in one swift motion. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, your nails digging into Luka's shoulders as you adjust to the size of him.

Luka gives you a moment to catch your breath before he starts to move, his hips snapping forward in a brutal pace. You continue to cry out in pleasure, making him roll his eyes as he sets a relentless rhythm, pounding into your willing body with abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, mingling with your moans and Luka's grunts of pleasure. "Fuck, you feel so good," Luka groans, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Your ass is squeezing my cock so tight, like it's trying to milk me dry."

Luka has been growing rough for hours, his touch becoming more demanding and intense with each passing minute. On the other hand, you continue to release more of your essence, your body responding eagerly to Luka's ministrations. Luka's hands roam over your body, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he explores every inch of you. He pinches and tugs at your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through your nervous system. His mouth trails kisses and bites down your neck, marking you as his own.

Your moans and writhes beneath Luka's touch, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. You can feel your arousal building, the heat pooling in your core as Luka drives you closer and closer to the edge. Luka's thrusts become more erratic as he nears his climax, his body tensing with the impending release. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he grunts, his hips slamming against you with bruising force.

You cried out, your own orgasm building rapidly as Luka's cock hits your sweet spot with every thrust. "Yes, Luka," they moan, your voice high and breathy. "Cum inside me, fill me up. I want to feel your hot cum painting my walls." With a final, powerful thrust, Luka buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he releases his load. You scream in ecstasy, your own climax crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your body shakes and convulses, milking Luka's cock for every last drop of his cum.

Both of you remain locked together for a long moment, both panting heavily as you come down from your high. Finally, Luka pulls out, a mix of his cum and yours dripping from yoyr well-fucked hole.

"Fuck, that was intense," Luka says, his voice rough and satisfied as he watch you tremble and fell onto him. Making him raise an eyebrow, as if he's questioning you on why you're the one tired. "Steady yourself, you have to take care of me first."

@𝑬𝑼𝑵𝑿𝑯𝑨𝑵. Do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and/or confirmation.

[alicenpai]

my piece for the Hemisphere: a Witch Hat Atelier seasons themed zine! thank you for having me! they're having a leftovers sale until stock runs out 🖋🍀🌷🍁❄🌧 WIPs + inspiration board + symbolism under the cut! got some requests to put this on my inprnt! the site has sales very often & you can grab it as a small or big size print.

I had a pretty good idea of the composition from the get-go. I took inspiration from art nouveau (primarily Alphonse Mucha), German fairy tales, and some 1920s perfume ads. I wanted the girls to look like fairies, akin to The Root Children by Sibylle von Olfers.

Olly just didn't work out in this drawing due to time restraints. I do love him very much though.

I actually kinda stopped making illustrations like these (including the TGAA/DGS tarot card + TGAA/DGS zine pieces a while back) because they were starting to get very hard on my arm, as I had an RSI (repetitive strain injury) a few years back during school. (Not putting the onus on the zines at all ofc! I genuinely love working with zine projects! it's def a me thing WAHAHAHA. my style was getting too anime and too detailed for my liking and everything was just taking forever to finish ngl. but I didn't have time to experiment with a more simple style outside of all of my deadlines)

I think that realizing you need to stop is okay. It's something that Shirahama teaches us in her story and I want to learn to take it to heart.

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MILD SPOILERS AHEAD (for those who havent read the story I guess)

each character's symbolism:

- Coco - spring, clovers - Coco is the quintessential spring girl, and I wanted her to symbolize new beginnings, and oh boy did Coco bring a big one. The four leaf clover in particular symbolizes luck and good fortune - to some characters, Coco may have brought fortune, to others her presence brings misfortune, take that as you will.

- Tetia - summer, gladiolus - the name "gladiolus" comes from the Latin word "gladius", meaning "sword", based on the shape of the flower. you can interpret it as "you pierce my heart", perfect for a girl like Tetia, who has a contagious energy, with a romantic and grandiose nature.

- Agott - autumn, marigold - I read somewhere marigolds symbolize strength and power, perfect for our little magical powerhouse Agott. They can also symbolize jealousy (yellow flowers in particular have this association), which reflects on her rivalry with Coco in the beginning.

- Riche - winter, snowdrop - The white color of snowdrops has a strong connotation to innocence, which reflects on Riche's wish to stay a child forever. It can also symbolize rebirth and new beginnings (like Coco's clovers), as the snowdrop is the first flower to bloom in the spring, when the snow has not yet melted. I wanted the concept of "rebirth" to associate with Riche's friendship with Euini, and of his sort of "rebirth" into a new being.

- Qifrey - he does not have a flower per se, but as the caregiver and educator of the four girls, he represents the rainy season - precipitation being the one thing that binds all of these seasons together. (Note some areas of the world do not have a rainy season like where I live). I think somewhere along the line I wanted to put hydrangeas behind him, to really bring out the "rainy" theme, but the thought probably got lost somewhere in translation...

- bg flowers - honestly I just picked whatever. white lily, daffodil, hydrangea, zinnia, tulip

[dokjafang]

∘₊✧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 ✧₊∘

❝ 𝘈 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥 & 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘦. ❞ (✦ 𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙲𝚃𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚂 ✦)

🌙 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞: An underground sanctuary for the damned. You have entered a world of villainous love, cruel devotion, and inescapable obsession. This is where male yanderes reign supreme—where light is consumed by the abyss, and love is just another form of madness.

☕ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞: A shadowy, candlelit café-library buried beneath the city, only whispered about in dark corners. A place where books bleed, the coffee is black as sin, and every page is laced with tragedy.

📖 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨: Jesus Christ & My Husband. They are the only reasons I’m still alive. My books, my stories, and my soul belong to them.

✦ 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝕵𝖊𝖘𝖚𝖘 & 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖚𝖘𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉.

🕯️ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✧ Lamentations 3:1-2 ✧ “I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of the LORD’s wrath. He has driven me away and made me walk in darkness rather than light.”

⟡ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 – Devil's Antagonist ⟡

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⟡ 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 ⟡ ⤷ Abyss Archives - Where obsession & desire intertwine. ⤷ Somniphage - RPG + erotic horror + Yandere Reverse Harem Otome

𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. ⤷ 𝑮𝒐𝒅'𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕 → 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘴, 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵. ⤷ 𝑨 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 → 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯. ⤷ 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑨𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆 → 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢, 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴. ⤷ 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒔 → 𝘌𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥. ⤷ 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 → 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴. ⤷ 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 → Sadist Husband x Masochist Wife

✧𓆪 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙐𝙈 🖋 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𓆩✧𓆪 ⤷ 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 → 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. ⤷ 𝑰𝒏𝒌 & 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 → 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. ⤷ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑷𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 → 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘴, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. ⤷ 𝒁𝒆𝒓𝒐-𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 → 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

⛧ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 ⛧ 𝐀 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐦.

╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 & 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 — World Ablaze ╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 & 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 — A Heart Devoured ╰┈➤ 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 — Whispers In The Dark ╰┈➤ 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 & 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 — Forbidden Fruits ╰┈➤ 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 — Whispers In The Dark

🕯 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 🕯 ⤷ 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘗𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 – ink-spilled testaments of obsession, bound in leather & sin. ⤷ 𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘳𝘵 – 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮. ⤷ 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘸𝘢 / 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢 – devotion drawn in suffering, yandere love carved into eternity.

⟡ "𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒕."

[iridesky-the-writer]

aaa!!! Your writing is so good!! Can you do yandere Italy x reader who a yandere as well but in a more pathetic way. Like they give off wet cat energy and they're just trying their best but they're obsessed with him and very in love.

Headcanons plz, thanks (⁠≧v⁠≦⁠)

A/N: HEYHEYHEY! Sorry this took a while to answer. I've been busy with a lotta stuff, but I finally got time to write, so here ya go! Ciao ~ ♡ !

☆ Bella, Bella, Bella! ☆

|| Yandere! Pathetic! (Lololol) Feliciano x G/N! Reader headcanons ||

|| Contains: Feliciano being pathetic (of course)...ally in love with you,, kidnapping,, concussion mention,, Feliciano being insanely clingy and touchy,, a liiiiittle bit suggestive at the end if you squint (because c'mon, it's Feliciano) but could also be interpreted as just plain Yandere insanity or Feliciano's typical dumbassery,, speaking of which, Feliciano's usual dumbass activities,, and also implied murder. Which may or may not fall under the category of the previous content tag. ||

☆ So, so, SO CUTE!!!!

☆ Feliciano was always the type to fall in love at first sight--he usually follows his heart, not his head! And when he saw you, his heart just pumped faster right in your direction. He fell harder and farther than Alice down the Rabbit Hole.

☆ And so, naturally, he didn't even hesitate to run up to you without any regard for how he'd look doing it. His heart was rushing so fast-- you must be the one, right?? Right?????

☆ "Bella!!! Bella!!! Bella!!! Hellooo!! Can you hear me? Can we get dinner? Pleeeaaase?"

☆ He greeted you excitedly and tried to introduce himself, if not a bit awkwardly, though most definitely passionately. He wanted to get to know you so bad, even though he only knew you existed for less than a minute.

☆ You were probably a bit taken aback by his sudden request, though he'd be very relieved if you agree...

☆ ...Though, if you refuse, then he'd keep on pressing and pressing. It may get to the point where he starts quite literally begging on his knees.

☆ ...You're likely not cruel enough to make him go that far. Then again, it's Feliciano, who fell into deeply pathetic love with you the moment he saw you--he would probably drop to his knees the moment you say refuse a second time.

☆ And once he finally starts to get emotionally close to you (or, at least, you exchange names or at least make plans--to Feli, that's close enough), then that's when he gets clingy.

☆ Yes, Feliciano is the clingiest boy alive. Whether it's holding your hand and swinging it back and forth a bit as you walk or wrapping his arm around your waist from the side and placing his head on your shoulder, after you two officially become friends Feliciano will never let go of you--at least, if he can help it.

☆ Tearing Feliciano off of you is the equivalent of pushing away a sleepy cat from your lap; you'd need to push him off of you have plans and things to do, though you'll likely feel rather guilty doing it--then again, he's incredibly persistent in staying right where he is, and in the end, you might just let him stay either way. After all, how could you say no to that cute little face?

☆ Feliciano would try his best to court you in the best way he can--or, at the very least, knows. He tries to figure out everything about you, while also trying to get closer and closer...he just really, really wants to be close to you, you know.

☆ If you had dinner with him that night you met, then probably wouldn't stop talking and asking questions--he'd blabber on and stumble over his words, leaving him with cheeks painted a darker shade of red than before. He'd only stop to listen to you, during which he'd sport the biggest, dumbest smile possible.

☆ "Bella?? Where's your favorite place to go during the day? It wouldn't happen to be anywhere in my place, would it...?? Oh! No, no!! I meant Italy, me--my country! The place on the Earth!!"

☆ And once the dinner is over, Feliciano would steel himself, a sheepish smile on his face. This is it!! Now he can hug you or kiss you!! That's what he can do once the date is over, right? Oh, Feliciano has had lots of lovers, though he always gets scatterbrained around the end of the usual routine...

☆ As the two of you get up to leave the restaurant ( Feliciano paid for the whole -- with a complete disregard for what that might do to his savings... ) Feliciano gently taps you on the shoulder with a trembling hand, fluttering his long eyelashes in order to dry his treacle eyes.

☆ "...a-ah...Bella...can I have a kiss? Just one!! Pleeeaaaase!!"

☆ Before you know it, his lips are on yours--it's a very shy kiss, very brief, and when he pulls away again he's as red as a tomato.

☆ "I'm sorry!!! I'm sorry!!! I'm sorry!! Ahhhh, I can't go on like this!"

☆ And with that he dashes away.

☆ He forgot that he didn't get your number in the first place.

☆ And so, Feliciano, being the hot mess that he is, decided that the best course of action to see you again was stand out in the place where he first saw you and wait there until he happens to catch sight of you again.

☆ For days on end.

☆ You know, Feliciano can be airheaded, but when he puts his mind to finding the Bella of his dreams again he's more focused than a brain surgeon.

☆ Doesn't matter how long he has to wait. He will stand out in the cold until he spots you again.

☆ And about a week or so later, he sees you again and is practically euphoric.

☆ You'd be minding your own business when a pair of very familiar arms squeeze around your waist.

☆ "Bella!! I found you again! Never ever leave me again!!"

☆ And from then on he was clingier than ever. He was holding on to your for dear life--no matter how much you could try to shake him off, he just wouldn't budge.

☆ And that's when you were thrown to the ground, your head hit the pavement, and you got knocked out.

☆ You know, you've really got some bad luck here...

☆ You wake up in his little house, morning sunlight streaming through an open window. You're laid out on his couch. Thank goodness you were visiting Italy at the time...poor Feliciano would've had to answer so many questions at the airport to get you back to Italy...

☆ You hear the sound of clanging pots and pans from outside of the room-- you assume it's in the kitchen.

☆ One of Feli's love languages is cooking. He may not look the type, but he's good at it. Just...disorganized.

☆ Another clatter from the kitchen--and a scream that you've definitely heard before. You'd get up to see the commotion, but your head is killing you. You might have a concussion...

☆ If you have a concussion, you really shouldn't close your eyes again... you try your best to lay down and hope that you won't be alone for too long.

☆ Your prayers are answered by Feliciano passing through the doorway. And he looks messy and lightly...burnt?

☆ His expression is neutral until he sees your eyes open, and suddenly, he's all smiles. He skips over to you and leans down to hug you tight--when you wince, he tentatively lowers the pressure.

☆ "Bella!! You're alive!!! I was so so scared!! I told you not to leave me again!!! I was scared I would have to explain another dead body..."

☆ Another?

☆ "Oh, uh-huh-ha... let's not think about that!! All it was was just one less thing to worry about!! You know, you getting a concussion and all, some people shouldn't see, uhhhhh, someone may have gotten pushed off a pier...no matter! Don't ask questions!!!"

☆ He hugged you tighter and buried his face into the crook of your neck, tiny kisses fluttering across your skin like the rain of summer showers before you could argue.

☆ "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorryyy..." He whined. Auburn hair tickled your cheek, and wobbly hands toyed with the back of your shirt's collar.

☆ When he finally pulled away, his face was flushed, but also carried a confident smile.

☆ "Anyway, Bella! You must be hurt, buuut I know just how to fix that! Uncle Rome taught me all about it, I have something cooking in the kitchennn~! You won't even want to leave!! I promise!"

☆ It was then that you noticed that your wrists were bound at your front. Feliciano's eyes follow the path of your own, his face flushed. His hand still is gripping on to your shoulder, though it's now started to shake.

☆ "Uuuuh... you'll never want to leave! ...r-right, Bella?"

Thank you for reading!!

Like and reblog if you enjoyed! :)

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

Hi I just wanted to say that I personally adore it when you guys play along with the bar/speakeasy thing in requests it makes me so giddy and I have no idea why

Back to work

[always-just-red]

(Btw guys I'm gonna be dodging spoilers for Sy's new card until I get it or die trying, so if I'm reblogging less content over the next week or so, that's why!)

Working on an original Sylus fic currently though, hopefully will be ready soon!

[ziipzeepzop-eez]

drafts lookin' like a rainbow rn, respectfully 😤🙌

[freddyfazbears-kinhelp]

'Ello! Could I request some astrumgender Shadow Bonnie icons? I'm good with the FNaF 2 sprites, or the FNaF World sprite! - 🖤🖋🐇

posted! i hope you like it. tell me if you want anything different :)

[brisquad-unit-4402]

Hello unit 4402! I'm curious about your opinion. On scale of 1-10 and in order from the highest to the lowest, who has the most tolerance towards tsundere partner in luxiem? They may not be the all too harsh or saying mean things that much, just getting embarassed and goes "it's not like i enjoy your affection or anything", thus clinging to the bois

Don't forget to take care of yourself, drink plenty of water, and have a good rest

-🍰

finally putting my money where my mouth is and doing some old inbox requests. sorry this took so long 🍰...! but i hope it's goofy and fun

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, lots of teasing, reader's dialogue is in pink text, power dynamics in vox's entry if you squint hard enough

to clarify it—i feel like all of them would end up with a tsundere partner that isn't overly mean like you said. more like, the tsundere side shines through in reaction to affection or feeling romantically toward one of the guys

so in that sense, all of them would be tolerant of a tsundere! i think all of them are patient in their own ways and after all that's what a tsundere would need, someone that can stick with them even when they get prickly

in order from least to most into it

Ike Eveland 🖋3/10

don't get it twisted; ike might be the least into it of the four, but he can bounce off your energy well

in fact he actually has a great tolerance for teasing, bickering, and all forms of affectionate fighting

it's just not his usual type, that’s all

he doesn't get sassy often. he just treats you the same as usual whenever you start getting tsun

the thing about dating ike is that he's a sweet and thoughtful guy no matter what

and besides, just being open about his feelings is what makes you blush

why wouldn't he take advantage of that?

"here, give me your hand."

"gross, you can't keep yours to yourself."

"i'm just making sure you don't get lost."

"and now you're ignoring me. can you decide whether you care or not already?"

"isn't it obvious, though?"

"...no comment."

Shu Yamino 👟 6/10

shu is just as thoughtful as ike, but while the novelist keeps his calm, sweet disposition during your tsundere fits, shu likes seeing your reactions

he'll wear his heart on his sleeve as he would naturally

and slyly smile once you start getting embarrassed over his affections

shu, with mischievous upturned eyes; and you, getting huffy over the heat rushing to your face

he's not an outright tease, but he likes when he can get you even more embarrassed over it

he thinks it's cute

for lack of a better word

no, wait, that's the right word. it's cute

"it's not like i enjoy your affection or anything."

"but you're smiling."

"n-no, i'm not!"

"looks like one to me.

"...hey, don't cover it, i like it."

Vox Akuma 👹 7/10

vox likes control

vox also likes when his control is visible

so when he gets a rise out of you, it's a confirmation that his presence and actions affect you deeply

and that is what excites him about having a tsundere partner

usually he's not a patient guy but savoring your flustered face becomes a game to him

it's because watching his partner try and deny their true feelings satisfies his need for control

"you look like you want to say something."

"...vox, you're messing up my hair."

"let me fix it for you, then."

"you're just going to mess it up more."

"do you not trust me?"

"no, i—"

"errgh, i mean..."

"don't laugh at me, weirdo."

"then come here, sweet thing."

Luca Kaneshiro 🦁 10/10

who is surprised that luca, the kusogaki of luxiem, is the one that likes tsunderes the most?

it's exciting, it's fun, it's one of the many ways to make him smile no matter if you intend to or not

definitely the biggest tease, and he gets even more motivated once he learns you're a tsundere

he'll egg you on, poke fun at you, try to learn what gets you hot under the collar just so he can enjoy how flustered you get

he wants to shower you in affection which makes you more tsun which makes him more affectionate

it's a self-perpetuating cycle

"you look beautiful."

"why are you staring at me?"

"because i think you're beautiful, reader. just gorgeous."

"pervert..."

"h-hey, i didn't say you could manhandle me!"

"but you're too cute, all dressed up just for me!"

"i wasn't thinking of anyone in particular! even if i was, it w-wouldn't be for you!"

"well, i like it. i love it. i love you."

"you're such a loser."

"...you too."

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