#and it's abt smth I hold dear?

[https-reverie]

My ass is NOT used to genuine words despite how much/how many times I receive them

[reineydraws]

and they say they're not related 😂

[gingerbreadmonsters]

actually fuck me

[noxtivagus]

no thoughts only zack fair !!!!

[intcrastra]

I have fallen down the rabbithole of R.enf.eng

Kelp

[kogameh]

I don't want to turn into a Pkmn blog I just can't browse the Du/ema tag atm due to literal idiots being in the tag </3

[love-bitesx]

what would hobie do in a situation where reader, who’s a new spider person (like pavitr, like they got bitten by the spider few months ago or smth) had just went through their canon event?? whether it be what he would do after the event or during is completely up to you, im just curious and i have hobie brainrot rn LMAOAOAO

ofc if u don’t wanna do this request thats completely fine, have a good rest of ur day/night!!

hobie x gn!reader

warnings: death, family member dying, very (very) brief description of a dead body, but nothing graphic at all. hobie just wants u to be safe n happy :( he’s been through that grief and his heart hurts knowing you’re abt to go through it too :(

you couldn’t move.

your watch emitted a blaring, shrill alarm, miguel desperately trying to make contact, but you were frozen. bones aching, numb, all you could do was stare at the scene in front of you with watery eyes.

“i-,” your body betrayed you, catching your words as they try to escape, clawing at the walls of your throat as they get dragged back down into the growing pit in your stomach. falling to your knees, numb to the feeling of rubble against your bones, you picked up a slab of concrete and threw it to the side.

“uncle ben.”

it was all you could muster, voice small and hoarse, and if a mouse had squeaked at the same time, you would’ve lost in comparison. shaking hands rising to touch his face, a strangled choke broke out at the cold, lifeless skin that met your trembling fingertips. he looked strangely peaceful, sending a bolt of pain directly to your heart.

“no-no, please, uncle ben,” your thoughts unravelled, grabbing at his shirt, as if you could shake the life back into his bones, “please, i can’t do this– i can’t do this without you.”

you’d only been a “spider person” for 4 months. only 4 months of navigating the most isolating, terrifying journey with no one but your dear uncle by your side. he’d grown with you, seeing you muster from dangling off climbing frames in playgrounds as a child, to scaling buildings and saving lives. not a day went past when he wasn’t there with you, holding your hand through the unfathomable changes.

it all happened so quickly. one moment, you’re fighting an anomaly, bashing around the streets of your earth, leading the monster further away from the crowds – until it threw itself, headfirst into a neighbouring building, office blocks, you think to yourself, nothing too serious. that is, until you trap it, ready to send it back to miguel with ease, and lay eyes on the scene it left behind. people crushed under concrete, glass shattered the streets, and a familiar face unconscious on the pavement.

“y/n,” a voice sounds from behind you, but your soul is too busy trying to claw it’s way out of your chest to notice, or care. you laid on his unmoving torso, heart ripping at the vacancy of its usual heaving.

“y/n,” it sounded again, and a twang of familiarity shone its way through the darkness.

“he’s–” you sobbed, reluctantly lifting your head, “i couldn’t save him, i– it’s all my fault, hobie.”

“shh, come ‘ere,” you barely felt his arms wrapping around you, your body was numb. it’s like you were a ghost, haunting your own skin – a poltergeist in the wind.

regardless, you fell into him, gripping his leather vest until your knuckles were white. sobbing into his chest, his ringed hand came up to calm you, running it softly over the curves of your spine, voice low as he whispers into you, “it ain’t your fault, love.”

“you two, you need to get back—” miguel’s voice came booming from a growing portal, spider-people spilling into your dimension, ready to bring the anomaly home, until hobie cut him off sternly.

“fuck off, miguel,” he spat, pulling his arms tighter around you, feeling as though if he held you close enough, he could shelter you from the grief. maybe, if he kept you in his arms, he could carry the burden of your loss on his own studded shoulders. but, he knew he couldn’t, he’d been there before – they all had. all he could do was be there for you, a hand to hold and shoulder to cry on.

and so that’s exactly what he did.

“love, gonna come stay with me for a bit, yeah?” he whispered into your hair, and you nodded weakly, his heart surged, “just ‘til you feel a’ight.”

he placed a kiss – gentle, safe – to your forehead.

“i’ll look after you, darlin’.”

[undyinglantern]

end of s1+jjk0 thoughts

-todo still annoying every time he speaks

-im not as wild about mahito as i was in 2021 or whenever s1 first came out now that ive calmed down on my juna/nobu hype but he is still really fun to watch in a fight

-apparently nobara's speech in her fight at the school event was a hashtag feminism moment people were talking about when it happened or something? idk fell a little flat for me and was more interested in mai vs maki tbh

-the last 3-4 episodes of the season were far better than all 20ish episodes prior to it. like, the first 20 episodes were just decent nothing special not bad but wouldnt go out of my way to praise either but then the last 4 episodes i was actually invested and having fun

-i always liked toge even from the first time i gave the series a go simply bc he reminded me of another character from donten ni warai (mutsuki ashiya) but hes good. hes cool even on his own without backpacking on a design i already liked

-idk how much i buy some teenager holding on to this idea of pure love especially toward someone they promised to marry as a 10 year old, but i also wouldnt know what its like to carry the sort of trauma he does either so eh whatever

-yuta's fast speed of learning things is kinda ridiculous ngl like how are they gonna handle his growth going forward without him just being broken, which is a thing ive already heard gege doesnt like gojo for already so why introduce another guy who could potentially be just as powerful. i am interested though

-speaking of gojo literally at the end of the movie i caught myself thinking "oh no" because i can already tell once i do know what his deal/backstory is im going to have to admit hes a good character actually

todo stfu about people’s “type”

[oikasugayama]

Hihihi! Can I please please please request BSD men with an older fem! s/o? Especially Dazai, Kunikida, Sigma and Fyodor but feel free to add more! I have this very distinct convo in my head that I can’t stop thinking abt and it goes smth like this:

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*Dazai doing his usual women flirting, holding your hand and staring up at you with sparkling doe eyes and rosy cheeks*

Reader: “Oh, I’m truly flattered, darling, but it’s just that a boy like yourself…you’re just a bit too young for me.”

Dazai: “Young? Well, my dear belladonna, I don’t under-“

Reader: “I’m 43, honey.”

*He is visibly surprised, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape and eyes widening before he recovers, a charming smile slipping on once more.*

Dazai: “Well then, ma’am, I must say that you aged like a fine wine because you don’t look a day over twenty-one! I know that I’m probably inexperienced compared to you, but at least give me a chance to prove myself!”

~

Idk man, I just need BSD men with an older woman, who is mature and elegant and maternal and experienced.

i cringe so hard every time someone writes dazai saying b****d**** to his partner 🤢 sorry anon, it had to be said.

Dazai's is smutty, Kunikida's is fluffy.

Dazai likes the mature look, he likes the well-developed body, he likes the attitude and casual confidence that comes with an older woman. a hint of gray at the edge of a woman's bangs makes him start the chase. he looooves gentle aging on the face, thinks mature women are so beautiful.

he definitely chases them for short relationships, nothing serious. he'd like to take them out, spend some time being a young little shit and flirting his balls off, only to turn into putty in the older woman's hands when she suggests he come back to her place, because he's so young and must have a roommate, so they'd have more privacy at her place ;)

he tires to take the lead, but he usually inevitably lets the older woman tell him what to do because he wants to do exactly what she wants. of course the woman is usually pleased to know such a good looking younger man is so attracted to her, and of course she wants that hot man on top of her, but with her age comes experience and she's gonna make sure they both have an excellent time when he gives her the reins.

dazai likes the most when his partner takes her shirt and bra off and her boobs lower and naturally hang. he likes playing with them, sucking on them, especially when the woman runs her hand through his hair and holds him. if he has a complex because he didn't know his mother, no he doesn't. don't talk about it. while in this position one woman says to him "drink up baby, don't you like mommy's titties?" and it makes his dick throbbbbb.

from then on he realizes he likes calling women mommy in bed more than he likes being called daddy. he wants a hot mommy to play with, he wants to get pussy drunk, thrusting desperately and rapidly, chanting/moaning "mommy, mommy, mommy," while she tells him he's a good boy and he can cum in her pussy whenever he's ready.

Meanwhile, Kunikida...

His ideal woman is older than him. obviously he gives up most of his ideals after his coworkers make fun of it and tell him it's unrealistic and honestly kind of disrespectful to women, but one thing he knows for sure: he just prefers older women. he thinks they're beautiful, he loves how intelligent and experienced they are, he loves when they give him advice on things they've experienced already that he's only going through for the first time, he loves how confident they are, he loves that they're independent, he honestly can't think of a thing he doesn't find appealing about an older woman.

when he's ready to date, he specifically approaches mature looking women. he gets to know several, dates around for a short while, but relatively soon he finds The One. She's beautiful, she's intelligent and kind, she's independent but enjoys having his company.

They get serious quickly and within a year they've decided to move in together to save on costs, so he moves into her home. he enjoys waking up to her and having another presence in his home. it's very comforting and something he missed after moving out of his family home and into the ADA dorm.

he's SO proud walking around town holding his partner's hand. he isnt very fond of PDA and it isn't the most acceptable thing, but a simple hand-hold is enough to show that they're partners in a fairly subtle way.

kunikida isn't ashamed at all if/when someone asks if they're related rather than dating; he always very politely says they're partners and deflects any further conversation.

he will NOT take shit from his coworkers about his partner. he tells them off so harshly the first time they try that even dazai doesn't make jokes about the age difference anymore, unless he's drunk like at the ADA holiday party when he called kunikida's partner a MILF right to her face, making her toss her head back and laugh. she didn't mind, so kunikida let it slide.

[aoyum]

Omg I loved your Aonung fics! Could I request a Aonung x reader fic please! I was thinking a fic where it’s angst to fluff and Aonung has said something hurtful to the reader and the reader starts avoiding him. You can decide what he does for forgiveness! Thank you!

bye this took so long i’m so sorry, tysm for sending smth in

Sorrows

ao’nung x gn!omaticaya reader

angst, fluff

ao’nung leaves your brother stranded in the sea and tries to get your forgiveness

1.0k words

i kinda based the beginning off of the scene where jake tells the people the truth abt why he came, watch here

“You… what?” you asked, trying to understand if you had heard him correctly. Ao’nungs lips flattened into a thin line, inhaling sharply before continuing. “I left Lo’ak stranded in the ocean.”

At first you laughed, thinking it was a prank, but then you clocked the way he would bow his head, avoiding your eyes. You realized it was not a joking matter.

Your heart sunk, snatching your hand away from him as if he burned you. “I thought you were done with this. I trusted you…”

Ao’nung could hardly bear the feeling of how much your words stung, he moved closer to try and console you. “Stop it!” you shouted in your native language, glaring at him with nothing but unadulterated anger. You shoved him, moving towards the entrance of the marui. “He could be dead by now— I will never forgive you!”

Parting with those words, you ripped your gaze from his and ran to tell your family of the news.

—

Weeks were spent ignoring Ao’nung after the incident. Lo’ak had luckily been found safe, and had forgiven Ao’nung, but you just couldn’t find it in you to do the same.

You figured that you should be more like Lo’ak, that you should be more easygoing and forgiving, given that he was found without a scratch, but you were one to hold grudges, and this was one you were willing to take with you to the grave.

More than several times Ao’nung or his friends would approach you, trying to get you to let up, but you just wouldn’t.

Everyone was well aware of the feelings you harbored for each other, furthermore it wasn’t awkward for just the two of you.

You were busy tending to the ilus, too busy to notice the approaching Na’vi. It was too late to run when you had already felt his tap on your thigh, when you locked eyes and acknowledged his presence.

You looked away and continued your activity as if he wasn’t there. Huffing, Ao’nung instructed for the ilu to move away and it did so. At this you ground your teeth and spun to look at him, crossing your arms in annoyance.

“I’ve said it hundreds of times now, so let’s just skip past this part.”

“Can we skip all of the parts?” you hissed.

Ao’nung creased his brows, tilting his head.

“What don’t you get, Ao’nung? Take a hint already.”

He shook his head, stepping closer. “Come with me,” he pleaded, “just this once. If you don’t like it you can ignore me forever.” he bargained, already calling for his ilu before you could protest. It didn’t stop you, though.

“No,” you whispered as the blue creature approached, “and I was already planning on doing that.”

He hopped onto the ilu and made tsaheylu, expectantly looking at you. You only looked back and stood firmly.

A smile pulled at his lips as a hand wrapped around your thigh and tugged, leaving you no choice but to give in to the force of it. Yelping, you climbed onto the ilu before you fell under, forcibly shoving Ao’nung in anger.

“You might want to hold on for this.”

You were going to make a snarky retort, but you shut your mouth instantly when you felt yourself completely submerge under the water. Your hands instinctively grappled onto Ao’nung for dear life.

At first, it was just blurry bubbles, but as your vision cleared and you dove deeper into the water, you realized the beautiful glow of the reef.

Neon and bold colors contrasted to the light and not-so-bold ones, the beautiful reef animals, the spirituality of it, it was a sight you would never tire of. Ao’nung knew you and your weaknesses well.

After a few more seconds of it, you were pulled to the surface. Ao’nungs soft laughter sounded out and you snapped your head to him, your tranquility dissipating fast.

“What’s so funny?” you flicked him with your fingers, basking in the satisfaction of his small ‘ow’.

The ilu swam to the shore and Ao’nung was first to get off, offering you his hand. You mockingly smiled at him and acted as if it wasn’t there, standing up yourself.

You began to walk onto the shore.

Walking away from him, he soon realized.

He hurriedly ran to you and swiftly put himself between you and the line of trees, your exit.

Rolling your eyes, you avoided his gaze. “Did you think that showing me the fish and reef was going to make me forgive you? You could’ve gotten my brother killed.”

Ao’nung shook his head, eyes never daring to leave your form. “I wanted to give you something. A token of just how sorry I am.” he pleaded.

Hesitantly, you met his eyes and he took it as approval, making his way behind you. You heard the familiar clinking of beads and looked down, eyes zeroing in on the object in his hands.

It was a necklace. Braided in unique ways and decorated with some of the most beautiful beads and seashells you’d ever seen. Your heart fluttered as he brought it closer to your neck.

You felt your hair being moved to the side and the coolness of the accessories on your neck. Unconsciously, your hand moved up to touch it, admiring how it looked on you as you looked down.

“I made it for you.” you heard from behind. Ao’nung moved in front of you, stepping closer. His arms wrapped around you and enclosed you.

“Your beauty is like the reef,” he began to say, “You glow when you smile, just like the stars. You stun me, just by watching you doing anything.”

By his words alone, you were left falling apart.

“You may hate me as long as you want, you may ignore me—” he tried to say, but you shut him up. You lifted up and pressed your lips to his, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

He released a muffled groan, lowering himself to the ground as you followed. His hands found their way to your waist and he lifted you, deepening the kiss.

When you pulled away, he pushed forward again, trying to memorize the way you felt. Eventually he pulled away, both of your chests rising and falling quicker than usual.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked.

The both of you knew it was a rhetorical question.

©olangi 2023

tl: @philiasoul

[modawg]

random headcannons abt if the seven could infact have phones

simply what i think their phones would look like/be used for if they could have them as demigods

percy: bro would have a flip phone this is just fact i think he’d also have an iphone but he uses that more like you would an ipad he normally leaves it home unless he knows he’s going somewhere where he’s gonna wanna take pics or notes or smth

id say he and sally had matching flip phones for a while since their cheap sally prob got herself one pre gabe then scavenged her money together to get percy one before he went to his first boarding school and that’s what he’s grown up using

for one of his teen birthdays 14-16 sally got him a newer phone but he’s gotten so used to his trusty flip that he only uses the newer one for games and shit

his wall paper is probably a picture of a dinner with sally paul estelle annabeth and grover it’s very cute

annabeth: she didn’t have a phone for a long while and only ended up getting one from her dad when she started hanging out with them again he got it for her as a way to probably buy her affection he probably got it in like red or something thinking it was her fav color (maybe it was when she was like 5 but be fr) it’s prob like an iphone 8 or smth it was new at the time but old asf now

her phones decked out in camp crafts home made stickers etc etc and she changes her wall paper pretty often depending on her fav pictures she has abt 100000 .5 pics of percy it’s like her fav thing

she mostly just uses it to take pictures set reminders/timer and to look things up + keep in contact with sally and paul

she’s broken it like 6 times at this point but the hephaestus cabin keeps fixing it for her

piper: new new new girlies got the newest phone only bc her dad bought it for her she probably had a phase where she continuously shattered/broke her phone to get her dads attention and was forced to have a flip phone for a while but now that everything’s cooled down her phones the most pristine out of all the seven

her phone is fully decked out with a polaroid of her trio in the case stickers bangles the works it’s probably the best looking phone you could have and she loves it but she only started doing that post chb when she first came to camp her phone was default everything bc she kept getting it replaced

leo: leo either built his own version of a phone or somehow got one like 6 years ago and keeps adding stuff to it/changing things on it to keep it alive bc that thing is holding on for dear LIFE

the most JACKED phone out of everyone like you wouldn’t know he’s a son of hephaestus bc that bitch is wrecked it’s got a cracked screen is disgusting but works probably the smoothest out of everyone’s

he mostly uses it as an extension of his work to take pics of what he’s working on write notes and maybe use the calculator if he was a mortal the police would’ve been at his door like every other day bc of the shit he looks up

jason: he had a cj mandated pager lets be fr he didn’t get a phone until piper took him and hazel to get them ones and when he did get one it was a flip phone it’s sturdy low-key and gets the job done he also just gives me the vibe that he’s feel guilty if you spent more then 50$ on him

his phone also has some stickers including a little bangle of superman that piper made him get it also has a peice of tape on there with his name on it like you would the inside of a kids shirt incase he looses it

frank: he’s got a pretty new phone it was a gift from his gma but it’s locked up in a big fat otter case and he kinda hates using it so it’s default everything until hazel gets her own phone and he starts using it more

i feel like phones aren’t things many ppl have in camp jupiter so he kept that shit under his pillow so he didn’t draw more attention to himself

once he lets himself use it more his wallpapers probably a picture of hazel and percy making goofy faces and he probably has at least one sticker or bangle that matches hazels

hazel: hazel def has an ipod touch she probably traded in a chunk of gold for some cash and bought the cheapest thing but piper got her to at least get something with a screen

her phone case is probably just a white phone case with a bunch of pictures of horses on there and her wallpaper for like a year was just the first selfie she took with jason and piper post buying the phone

once she learns how to change her wall paper she changes it every other week to different random pics she takes

she has a really bad habit of butt dialling people

nico: bro doesn’t have a phone he just seems like the type to not give af abt that and only gets one when will forces him to but it’s forever the most default shit ever he maybe changes the wallpaper to a pic of will but that’s abt it prior to getting his own he was the kid who’d show up and immediately ask if you had games on ur phone for him to play

SPOILER: he does get jason’s flip phone when he dies and uses that for a while but he refuses to change anything about the phone and only uses it for emergencies

when he’s really sad he listens to jason’s voicemail on repeat “hello! you’ve reached jason grace im not available rn but i’ll call you back when i can thanks!..uh piper is it still recording-“

[eldritch-nightmare]

Had smth in mind based on those Jeff Headcannons you did,,,,,What about The Doll Maker or Bloody Painter(or both idk I’m indecisive) yandere Headcannons but with a willing reader,,,Thought abt that while listening to Ayesha Erotica, idk how

a/n: your wish is my command. going with the bloody painter since i haven't really written much for him here yet. this one got away from me a bit. sorry if it's messy, but i hope you find enjoyment from it nonetheless <3

yandere bloody painter with a willing s/o.

warnings: gn!reader, yandere content, puppeteer cameo bc why not, crush at first... smile?, reader goes to an art school, reader has some questionable morals, stalking, possessive behavior, murder, blood, breaking and entering, the public nor authorities doesn't know that helen is the bloody painter in this btw, morbid painting, a brief description of gore, idk art so sorry if i describe it incorrectly.

Oh, man. I can see him behaving in two different ways. One is the way he'd behave around you if you were there in his childhood and the other is if he met you after everything happened. For this, we'll focus on how he behaves after everything happened.

Helen is very emotionally reserved and pretty apathetic, to be honest with you. It's very difficult to get close to him. I like to think that you two met while he was getting some more art supplies.

He saw you struggling to pick between two paints and, being the artist that he is, he decided to do something a little nice for once and help you out.

And, a little bit to his surprise, that led to a rather lengthy conversation about art as you detailed to him the art project you were working on and how you really weren't sure what direction you wanted to take it because the prompt given to you didn't give you any ideas.

And as we all know, Helen is nothing if not an artist. So, obviously, he listens to every little detail you provide him and offers some advice that may help you out before you two go your separate ways.

And--

Huh. Why'd his chest suddenly feel all warm at the sight of your smile?

He finds himself drawing your smiling face later, thinking that maybe the warm feeling in his chest was just a random burst of inspiration. I mean, he is an artist after all. Inspiration tends to strike at the most random times.

His dear friend seems to think otherwise.

"Aw, does Helen have a little crush?" -> "If you don't have anything of value to say, then please keep your mouth shut."

He doesn't have a crush on you. Not that he knows what it's like to have a crush, I mean he's never been in love before, but he doesn't. No way.

Then he sees you again, and damn. I guess The Puppeteer was right. He does have a crush. Oh well. He accepts this revelation immediately and comes to terms with this newfound feeling rather quickly.

It's just a small crush, one that he's sure will go away soon. But he's never felt this way before, and the feeling leaves him curious, so he finds himself actively seeking you out.

He doesn't consider it to be stalking at first, just... studying. But then he follows you home one day, and he realizes that maybe these feelings of his aren't as small as he thought they were.

Does he feel bad for stalking you? I think, momentarily, he questions why he's doing this but... he's not a great guy in the first place. He does kill people and use their blood as paint, after all.

And you're aware that someone is watching you. You can feel eyes on you most nights. You should be scared, you know that, but... for some reason, you don't. If anything, you start leaving your blinds open more often.

Helen will sometimes even sketch you while he watches you. The way you hold yourself and the way you move around... it just makes him want to capture every moment he can in his sketchbook. He even briefly considers picking up photography as a hobby the longer he watches you, but he decides to just stick with his own form of art.

But he really likes it when he gets to see you make your own art.

And that's when he breaks into your home for the first time. You were out with some friends, and when you came home, you noticed your door was unlocked. At first, you didn't really think much of it, but when you went to your room, you couldn't help but feel as if something were off.

It took you a while, but you soon discovered that some of your drawings were missing. Thankfully, none of the ones you drew for class were missing.

You had no means of contacting your stalker, which you suppose is a good thing, so instead you just wrote on a piece of paper and taped it to your window.

'Glad you like my drawings.'

And the next day, taped on the outside of your window was a little doodle of a smiley face.

You didn't give this odd relationship much thought, to be honest. You thought it was kinda cute that this random stranger seemed to derive some type of joy from watching you. He hasn't done anything to hurt you, and his intentions don't seem malicious, so you honestly had no problem with it.

Of course, your friends definitely thought it was weird. They think that you need to report your stalker to the police, but you choose to ignore their concerns. You reassure them that if you ever feel as if you're life is in any danger, you'll inform the authorities about what's happening.

So, it goes on like this for a while. Helen would mostly stick to watching you from afar, but sometimes he'd break into your place while you're sleeping just to get a closer look at you. Sometimes, you'll wake up and there will be a drawing of you on your nightstand. You keep those drawings tucked away safely in one of the many empty sketchbooks you own.

Then a... domino effect of sorts took place.

You started going to a new café since it was closer to where you lived and closer to the school you attended. -> There's a cute barista there who always flirts with you whenever you buy a coffee or get yourself a treat. -> You humored their behavior because you thought it was cute, so you would flirt back sometimes. -> It became routine, and a couple weeks into the routine, the barista just up and vanished.

You thought they had quit, but you overheard some of the other employees at the café whispering about how they hadn't heard anything from them.

Something that should have been completely unrelated, you lose your red paint. You can't find it anywhere.

Continuing on with the domino effect, a day or two goes by and you hear on the news that the barista you had been flirting with was found dead in their home, drained dry of their blood. The police believe this to be another victim of The Bloody Painter.

You wouldn't have thought much of it, but then you notice a note taped to your window.

'There's a gift for you in your kitchen.'

And when you went to your kitchen, you saw a container resting on the counter. It wasn't translucent or see-through, so you couldn't see inside of it, but there was another note resting on top of it.

'I saw you were out of red paint, so I got you some more. We should meet up this week and paint together, don't you think? I'd love to see what you can create with this.'

And the note wasn't signed with a smiley face this time. It was signed with a name.

Helen Otis.

You set the note to the side and one quick look inside the container told you that he had given you blood to use as paint.

It didn't take you long to piece together what was going on here. The blood he had given you was no doubt the blood of the barista who had been murdered, which means... your stalker was that serial killer that's been all over the news these past few months.

The person who has been breaking into your home and leaving you those drawings was a serial killer. And he... he trusted you enough to tell you his name?

Holy shit, that's a lot to take in.

You should be panicking. Hell, you should be calling the police to let them know about all of this. You'd be doing the world some good if you did that, and it would save a lot of lives.

But your gaze drifts back to the note, and your mind wanders to all the drawings he's made of you, and... this was just so...

Cute. It felt romantic, even.

He killed a person you had been flirting with and gave you their blood as a gift. That has to be his way of letting you know that you were his.

You didn't even think about what you were going to do. You took the container of blood and you took it to your room. It didn't take you long to set up a tarp on the ground since it was no doubt going to drip onto your floor and you really didn't need blood stains in your carpet.

And you searched up a reference of what you wanted to paint, and you immediately got to work.

Later that night, while you were sleeping peacefully in your bed, Helen was breaking into your home for the nth time.

The reason why is because you had left a note for him to see on your window, one that had certainly caught his attention.

There's a gift for you in the kitchen.

You've never left him a gift before, so his curiosity was certainly piqued.

He made sure to be quiet as he made his way to your kitchen, not wanting to wake you up. He wasn't ready to meet you. Not yet.

When he gets to your kitchen, he certainly wasn't really expecting to see a canvas resting on the counter, a white sheet covering whatever was painted on it. A sticky note was placed on the sheet as well, and Helen stepped closer to it to read it.

This is what it looked like, right?

p.s. I'm willing to take you up on that offer.

And on the corner of the sticky note, there was a small smiley face doodle. How cute.

With the note read, Helen wasted no time carefully removing the sheet from the canvas, a subtle excitement coursing through his veins.

And... oh. Oh, you're as fucked up as him, aren't you?

What he sees is a downright devastatingly beautiful piece of work.

The painting was completely done with just the blood he had given you, with a few pencil marks for shading, and it depicted the murder he had committed just a few days prior.

He imagines that it was rather easy to find a photo of the crime scene online, but you were somehow able to capture the scene perfectly and you weren't ever there.

From the way the body was hanging upside down from the ceiling, a few buckets underneath it to collect the blood dripping from it. The way lifeless look in their eyes that you had done with a pencil... the gashes all over their body...

You had passed the test he had set up for you.

He took this as a sign of acceptance. A sign that you wanted to be his. You wouldn't keep the blood and make such a masterpiece with it if you didn't, right?

A slight smile formed on his face at the thought, and he stood there and admired the art you had made for him.

Hmm... maybe he'll stick around until you wake up...

[imrllytootiredforthis]

u said i can send u more asks😼😼so basically

thinking abt.... making giant boys pliant and feel miserable 😖 soob riding ur thigh because u decided to be mean to ur sweet little bunny - it's not ur fault he looks so adorable all flushed and frustrated - why arent u helping him? he's too aroused to get himself off

wanna degrade him while he's rutting my thigh calling him my perfect little slut - but oh no little bun can feel tears in his eyes and starts mumbling "m not a slut, just good, m i not ur good bun? wanna be good, good jus for u" and u can hear him sobbing by the end while he's just repeating the same words over and over again

u kiss his tears away and say that yes, he had been a very good boy so u help him by placing ur hands on his waist guiding him and setting up the pace

he ends up cumming so hard he holds onto u for dear life babbling "am i good? pls tell me i'm good"

😩😩soob who lives off of ur praise>>>>>

pls there are so many mistakes here but😭😭i cant think straight atp

smth abt thigh riding and soob gets me goin every fucking time istfg-

-idk if it's like the size thing-the fact that this giant of a man turns into a whimpery little mess rutting against your leg, burying his face into the crook of your neck, moaning and mewling into your ear-or really idk what else it could be

oh but he'd be so into praise😩😩

it's the air he breathes, just wanting to be called a good little bun by you<333

i can just imagine-

one night you wake up, bc your poor little bunny can't seem to get comfy, shifting around and grunting quietly, you keep your eyes closed, arms still wrapped close around his body until you realize...realize...

...he isn't shifting bc he's 'trying to get comfy' but in fact, he's grinding against your leg-trying his absolute hardest to stay quiet and not wake you up

well, it's a bit too late for that now, because you're already awake and a broken moan falls from his lips as your hands grip either of his thighs, setting a pace for him

"such a little slut, aren't you bun? Can't even wait for morning, you had to wake me up just because you were horny, baby." Condescending and mean, one of his favourite combinations yet he vehemently denies

"n-no, 'm your go-good boy. your good little bunny, right?

You agree, mostly because of how pretty he looks, all flushed and flustered, red and adorable. sounds so cute with high breathy pants and muttered words, just barely loud enough, going on and on about how much a good boy he is-imploring, begging-you to backup the claims.

"I don't know baby, look at you, all a mess, you haven't even taken on your boxers yet...not even thinking with that pretty little head of yours," your brush a lone finger over his cheekbone and he desperately pushes his face into the touch for more.

"you're acting like such a horny little slut right now~" The words have him moving faster, grinding down harder, mewling and letting out incoherent little hiccups in which all you can catch is something along the lines of 'good boy'.

“bun...b-bun jus' wans’ to feel good...please”

he's close. eyes glazed over, body tensing in trembling, tongue lolling out of his mouth with drool dripping down his chin. "please, please, please."

"shhh, shhh, don't worry bun'" you roll over and now he's under you, looking up with you with the biggest sweetest doe eyes you could possibly imagine.

"once i'm done with you, you'll be nothing but my good little slut."

[fuxuannie]

Hey ^^ congratulation's on reaching around 50 followers!!!

If it's ok with you, how abt a Xiao x yaksha reader or Albedo x failed prototype reader? maybe reader is a prototype of the electro archon or smth. I didn't see enough contents of these qwq Only if it's ok with you ofc! feel free to ignore ^^

* pairing(s) : albedo x failed prototype reader, xiao x yaksha reader

* prompt : request

* authors note : this is SOOO so old im so so sorry. tears in my eyes FR! this isn't a fanfic, rather two short oneshots of mentioned situation.

ALBEDO stared at you curiously, watching you look around the room as a crystalfly flew by. You had purple hair, and an electro sigil imprinted on the back of your neck. He heard of the puppets that the Electro Archon made over time to rule over Inazuma, and figured that you were one of them. But how did you manage to make it to Mondstadt..? That was a question for another day.

"Hello?" He began, kneeling down infront of you to catch your attention. "Hello." You replied with monotonous tone. "Do.. you have a name?" Albedo asked, smiling a little to avoid any intimidating aura. "Will a name provide a step closer to eternity?" You answered with another question, that was clearly another sign of you being a puppet for the Electro Archon. "Well, this will be rough. You remind me of.. me." He sighs, standing up while watching you follow his gaze and look up at him.

"I'll help you, okay? I'll help you be your own person." Albedo promised, but you tilt your head in confusion. "How will you understand? I am but a puppet, a failed prototype. I was not good enough for Ei, neither was he. There's no point in helping us." You say bluntly, shaking your head as your expression failed to change.

Albedo smiled a little at your statement, gaining even more confusion from you. He grabs your hand gently, putting it against his chest. You don't understand what this intends to prove, until you realize.. he doesn't breathe. He has no heartbeat. Your eyes widen a little at this realization, your gaze lingered on your hand on his chest before looking him in the eyes.

"You're.. like me?"

"We're more alike than you think, my dear."

XIAO couldn't describe how grateful he was to find out that one of the yaksha's, the ones he believed died thousands of years ago, was still alive. He could barely breathe as you stood infront of him, his wobbly legs running to you and throwing you into a hug. "Y/N." He whispered, his grip around you tightened softly. As if letting go, you'd go disappear again. "Xiao.." You say in return, barely holding back tears as you chuckle in his arms. "I'm here, I'm okay."

Once you returned, Xiao wasted no time questioning you on where in Teyvat have you been. You try to answer all his questions, simply happy to be in his presence again. You missed him, you missed the others, but at least you weren't the last like you thought. "I can't believe.. all this time, you were alive?" He said in disbelief, sitting on top of Wangshuu Inn with you by his side. "I was, I am. I'll continue living when you're here to live with me." You smiled, leaning on his shoulder as he wasn't opposed to the action. Simply smiling at your warm aura, that had him calm in mere seconds.

The Conqueror of Demons, The Vigilant Yaksha, they were all but titles to you. To you, Xiao was simply Xiao. The yaksha who would be grumpy if you woke him from his nap, who enjoyed to train from day to night, who you loved and who loved you.

You thought you'd have to ascend to Celestia to see him again, but as you both admire the stars that shone brightly in the night sky, you're glad you get to enjoy these moments for a bit longer.

[flmer]

u said u wanted fluff rqs? cuz im here to deliver

honestly, anything w malleus literally anything i love him sm, but if u want smth more specific maybe smth abt love languages? idk im not very inspired rn either

this only happens on dreams, that's what I thought until I met you.

character/s. malleus.

includes. gn!reader, and fluff :D

cw. none

note. I like to think that his love language is physical contact and quality time (and also gift-giving because he literally gifts you a ton of expensive stuff.)

PHYSICAL CONTACT!

"malleus dear... you've been clinging to me for the past 2 hours.."

"I apologize beastie. your company is just enjoyable and you are also very warm."

Malleus is the type of guy who doesn't mind being the big spoon or the small spoon, It honestly depends on his mood. whenever he's feeling down he just wants you to cuddle with him and wrap your arms around his bigger frame... it makes him feel secure, safe, and loved (it also reminds him of his younger days when his grandmother comforts him by spooning his small frame and patting his back). but whenever you're the one who's having a tough time he always makes sure to do the same to you and whispers sweet comforting things to your ear as he hums a lullaby, lulling you to sleep as he pats your hair gently.

Malleus often wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes it a bit just to hear you laugh because of how ticklish that is and he loves to listen to your cute laugh <3 (it doesn't matter if you have a gruff voice or a squeaky laugh or even similar to a car window swiper laugh. he loves to hear it anyway)

Malleus always makes sure to take off his gloves whenever he holds your hands because he wants to feel your hands and how different it is from his. it also reminds him that he's not alone and you're still here with him even though he knows that you'll disappear someday because you're a mortal and he's immortal. love is a bittersweet thing after-all.

HE LOVES LOVESSS IT WHENEVER YOUR FINGERS BRUSHES THROUGH HIS HAIR !! he loves the feeling of your fingers on his scalp.. it reminds him of home and he likes the comfortable silence that befalls around the both of you

QUALITY TIME!

Malleus likes to be around your presence so much that he practically becomes your shadow with how much he's around you... he doesn't mean any harm. he just wants to spend time with you because you're his lovely mortal&lt;3

Malleus adores your and his nightly routine. the way you always tell him about your day and other things you find interesting today without any fear in your voice, he loves that. it reminds him of how you aren't scared of him even if you already know his reputation and what the other students spit out about him. He always makes sure to listen intently and remember all the details you say and if you happen to bring up something you saw that you really liked but couldn't afford to get it? don't worry beastie, he'll get it for you right now! but then again he can't just leave so he'll have to get it for you tomorrow! :)

LATE-NIGHT TALKS. LATE NIGHT TALKS>>>>

whenever you guys don't do your usual late night talks it always makes him feel unnerved and unable to sleep peacefully (Afterall he always sleeps with a smile on his face remembering your earlier conversations) and when you found out about that you always makes sure to talk to him or send him a message (a letter because he always breaks his cellphone's screen with his long sharp nails)

[cnnmairoll]

Are reqs still open? I've been meaning to request smth from you for a while but college and gym has kept me busy 😭 I had an idea that an hsr guy would serenade reader outside their balcony (harana style). My head is too empty rn bc I just got back from the gym and I'm like real tired so I can't figure out which guy this would be best for but i trust ur judgement and think you'll do fantastic with whatever ypu come up with!! ❤️🩷❤️🩷❤️ -passes out-

♡ hsr-texts

Harmony in the Moonlight

Pairing : Caelus x Reader Genre : Fluff a/n : MY PARTNER HASN'T RESPOND TO ME YET UEUEUEUE (he's Filipino so I needed his knowledge abt this, he's on hiatus) So this is based on the research I did, IM SORRY IF THIS ISNT ACCURATE (◞‸◟；) But Hi Sugo! Hope you're doing well, thanks for requesting!

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦. In the quiet town where you lived, life flows steadily like a serene river, each day passing in peaceful rhythm. But all that changed the day a certain group of travelers arrived. Among them was Caelus, a young man with an air of mystery and a heart of gold. He was accompanied by his two friends, March and Dan Heng, who each added their own unique touch to the unfolding story.

From the moment Caelus first caught a glimpse of you, he felt a spark, an inexplicable connection that tugged at his heartstrings. It wasn't long before he found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the gravitational pull. He was known for his composed and impartial demeanor, but his heart held a flame of chaotic good that yearned to be set free.

As he embarked on his mission alongside his companions, his thoughts often wandered to you. He'd pause in the midst of battles and explorations, offering remarks that ranged from serious to humorous, all while holding a far-off look in his eyes. His friends couldn't help but notice his distraction, but they chose to support him in his silent pursuit.

One night, as you went about your business in your room, the gentle tinkling of a rock hitting your window shattered the tranquil ambiance. Your heart skipped a beat as you cautiously approached the window, hesitantly pulling the curtains aside. And there, on the ground below, stood a trio that would forever imprint itself upon your memory.

Caelus flashed a quick, lopsided smile, a glint of mischief sparkling in his gaze. "Evening, if I might say," he greeted in his characteristic way, his voice calm yet oddly animated. "I hope we're not interrupting anything of utmost importance."

You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his peculiar choice of words. "Not at all," you replied, curiosity piqued. "What brings you here, Caelus?"

Dan Heng, standing a bit apart from the situation, had his arms crossed and looked completely disinterested. March, on the other hand, had her camera at the ready, her eyes shining with excitement.

With a signal to his friends, Caelus took a step forward, March and Dan Heng springing into action. The gentle strumming of the guitar began to fill the air, accompanied by March's sweet, harmonious vocals.

Caelus took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "They say the stars above can never tell a lie," he sang, his voice a rich, melodious tenor that carried the weight of his emotions. "Well, my dear, they've missed one thing—they've never seen your eyes."

Your heart danced to the rhythm of his words, his voice weaving a tale of admiration and affection. His eyes, so often veiled by his enigmatic expressions, now held a vulnerability that took you by surprise.

"As the night unfolds, and the world turns dark and deep," he continued, the sincerity in his words wrapping around you like a warm embrace. "I find solace in the thought of you, my heart's secret to keep."

March's camera clicked softly in the background, capturing the essence of this intimate moment. Dan Heng, though seemingly detached, had a softness in his gaze as he listened to Caelus's serenade.

Caelus paused for a moment, a half-smile tugging at his lips. "Though I stand here with friends in tow, my words are mine alone," he confessed, his voice carrying the weight of his feelings. "For this night belongs to us, the tale of love unknown."

The final chords of the guitar echoed through the night, the silence that followed carrying the remnants of Caelus's heartfelt serenade. His companions exchanged subtle glances, a mixture of amusement and sentimentality passing between them.

As the last notes faded, Caelus's gaze remained locked onto yours, an unspoken question lingering in the air. His heart laid bare in the moonlight. March and Dan Heng exchanged knowing glances, their expressions a blend of encouragement and support.

The moment stretched, time seeming to stand still as you looked into Caelus's eyes, feeling a connection that defied explanation. And in that silence, a single thought echoed through your mind – a thought that would shape the path of your own story: sometimes, amidst the chaos of life, the most unexpected melodies can play the sweetest tunes in the chambers of the heart.