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yearninflowers · 3 months ago
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Imagine...
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Alhaitham as a 'snow leopard'.
Unlike their initial appearances, snow leopards will not attack a human if one ever disturbs their peace. They would rather run away, shielding themselves from the unfamiliar presence. It is widely known that those big cats are quite shy creatures. You noticed the same pattern of behavior from your friend, Alhaitham.
Well, one fact is wrong, though. Alhaitham avoided people because it proved to be a hassle to be involved with one rather than being shy, as opposed to your thought of him as a snow leopard. Somehow, throughout your childhood with him, he would prove to you again and again how easy it was to avoid the eyes of adults and children altogether while holding your hands as you both ran away to hide from everyone.
It was a little weird how often he would tell you how annoying other people are despite you being one of those 'other people' in his point of view. Nonetheless, you stuck by his side. Through all the times in his life, yours was always intertwined with his. His birthdays, his grandmother's passing day, his… alone days, somehow. You were there through it all.
Aren't snow leopards solitary animals, though? Why does he always invite you to join his activities?
Maybe he isn't a snow leopard like you initially thought. Maybe he's a… never mind, you can't think of another animal when picturing your friend now. He's a new variant, perhaps. A weird, somewhat autistic snow leopard.
"Snow leopard, huh? Is that what you think of me?" Alhaitham silently mumbled under his breath, carefully reading the content of the small diary book you had left open somewhere.
Alhaitham would suddenly slip out a small smile whenever he remembered what you were picturing him as. Such a uselessly cute thought inside that head of yours. In contrast to what you thought of him, Alhaitham thought of you as a place he would call 'home'. Warm, steady, and welcoming were all your characteristics in his eyes.
From childhood until now, you've always been there for him. You always feel like the books he would love to read—the library he would love to lounge about—the home he would love to stay in. He loves everything about you, but especially the warmer side of yours. It felt like time would stop and he could live in such a serene place whenever he was beside you.
But sometimes, you are just too accommodating. You will let people in, welcoming them just like you welcomed him. Alhaitham would watch as you converse with other people as if they were all worth your time.
Don't you know that snow leopards are territorial animals no matter how less aggressive they are than other species?
He is never an aggressive person. Never at all. However, that would be another case for the people who would shamelessly rob your time together with him. After all, he needs his home, just like you need your snow leopard, right? You often said that your life is always intertwined with his alone. How about proving those exact words right now?
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yayll · 8 months ago
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~ a little something about Dazai and his tantrums ~
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"... Hmph. I hope you crash this car and we both die."
The moody brunet mutters under his breath as he looks out of the car window, his arms crossed over his chest, refusing to look at you. He was awfully cute whenever he did this, and oh so vexing at the same time. You learned to acclimate to this very early into your relationship with him.
"What? All I said was that I was going to be driving us, Osamu!"
Your laugh is light hearted as you focus on the road ahead, dismissing his whiny behavior for another one of his... Melodramatic performances, his co-workers once called it. He finally turns to glare at you, but a wicked glint in his narrowed eyes betrays him... You can tell he's more unserious than anything. Playful, even. And besides, he would never actually be upset with you, he just can't stop thinking up schemes to make you roll your eyes at him. Your smile alone makes his thoughts impure, shame on you!
"Yeah, well... I feel dehumanized! overlooked! neglected..." He feigns offense, sighing heavily as he slouches into the passenger seat. He places a bandaged arm over his face, groaning softly but still side eyeing you to check if you're looking at him or not.
"You do that all on your own, silly."
"Excuse me? I'm expressing my grievances and you're calling me silly? Oh, so that's what this is really about. You don't love me anymore! What a cruel beauty you are..."
He gasps, now burying his face into the crook of his elbow, pretending to weep as he mumbles incoherent nonsense about how much you mistreat him. In actuality, he was giddy as hell. You park the car, and turn to face him, a coy smile flashes on your lips.
"Nobody said anything about not loving you. Now, what can I do to fix this, Mm?"
He lifts his head up, suddenly composed and shrugging his shoulders as if nothing ever happened, speaking in a matter of fact voice that somehow deepened.
"Well, definitely don't let me drive. I don't even have a license. I'd kill us in an instant."
"... Then why argue about it?!"
"Because you look so beautiful when you're yelling at me. And you make me feel alive. Anddd, because I'm bored~"
He flashes you a cheeky grin, it's dreamy and sickening. His eyes twinkle with mischief as he leans over the seat and flicks away a stray hair from your face. Dazai then taps the tip of your nose, slowly dragging his finger down to your plush bottom lip, gently flipping it over to expose your teeth. The pad of his finger gently swirls against your canines, and finally, retreats... He knows there's a time and place for his worship prodding. His eyes travel back up to yours, and you can swear they look darker than usual. If only the Port Mafia could see what became of the Demon Prodigy... A new man reborn! A man who loves!
The rest of the day is spent with you indulging Dazai, something along the lines of 'reparations' is what he calls it. Only he knows how much it means to him that you can handle him during his calculated outbursts... or rather harmless tests to prove you won't leave him at the first sign of trouble. He needs you to be in it for the longhaul, just like he is. It's deceptive, but no one has to know! He just loves you and these are simply counter measures. You'd probably call him selfish, but as long as you call him at all, he doesn't give a shit. Because in the grand scheme of things, he really can't drive, and you two are inevitably endgame.
You're the ball, and he's your chain.
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starsetven · 3 months ago
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And the winner is link!! 🎉🎊✨
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a small celebratory preview 🎉
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harmonysanreads · 2 months ago
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By the way, Phainon has your name set as his password everywhere.
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yuwuta · 21 days ago
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sometimes shoto just sits criss-cross on the carpet in your living room while you’re cooking or on the phone or doing some other mundane activity, staring at your decor and the little pieces you’ve collected and displayed that bear a part of your soul. he’s also slightly infatuated with the pro hero shoto figurines you have neatly dispersed throughout the apartment. two on the shelf underneath the tv, on top of a magazine with his face on the cover, a tiny one that probably isn’t official merch sitting on top of the lamp in the corner, a seated one perched on top of your freezer. he finds them extremely cute, like playing peekaboo with himself. he likes that you’ve made him a part of you. and sometimes you’ll catch him dusting off one of the figures and mindlessly sighing, “i wish i had some of you. i’d keep one in my pocket all the time.”
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distressed-devilsitter · 7 days ago
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I made Ray from Binary Star Hero in InZoi. :)
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I'm slowly learning that I'm horrible at 1) taking pictures and 2) designing Zois so feedback would be appreciated.
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vxmpirehunterd · 1 month ago
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Despite what one would think when looking at the lone hunter, D is quite the touch starved individual. Famished and desperate to feel a fraction of affection from anyone willing to stare into the ethereal abyss that is his soul, to surrender themselves in his embrace. To become lost in the depths of his caresses, silent whispers promising absolute devotion. A forever that only an immortal can deliver.
To be the lover of D...is to be surrounded by the void itself. From every corner a shadow lay, to even the veil of dusk itself--you'll know D isn't too far to reach. Even alone in bed, when the tree branches outside your window form a dark silhouette that is cast upon your body-- hands they will become. Creeping, deliberate, longing for tender flesh. In the dark recesses of your room, you'll see him. A form of a man or rather a reaper--an ankou come to collect his dues.
He'll stalk closer, graceful and silent, a panther on a hunt for prey. There the demigod of darkness will be, eclipsing the light that enters your abode, him undressing you. kissing you. D wanted to do this for so long--yearned for this--let him have it. He'll only undo the belt to his pants--and take the one who was blessed or cursed to be his lover-- still clothed in black. Grunting...groaning...panting.
The cloak he adorns will engulf him and his lover, ensuring no escape to be planned. Or prying eyes able to bear witness to the darkness claiming you.
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lovesickeros · 1 year ago
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☆ decadence divine [ act I ]
{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k
ARLECCHINO
Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.
She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.
They weren't making it easy, however.
Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.
Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.
Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.
All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.
"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."
Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.
Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.
NEUVILLETTE
Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.
Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.
He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.
Now a masquerade.
He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.
So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.
Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.
No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.
Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?
He dares not ponder.
Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.
"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.
"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..
He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.
"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.
He had waited too long.
No longer.
FURINA
Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.
But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..
They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.
Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.
They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.
But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.
Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.
She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.
Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.
But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.
"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.
Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.
Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.
She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.
"But if you want to make it up to me.."
#genshin impact#genshin impact yandere#genshin yandere#neuvillette x reader#yandere neuvillette#yandere neuvillette x reader#arlecchino x reader#yandere arlecchino#yandere arlecchino x reader#furina x reader#yandere furina#yandere furina x reader#fic tag#pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic#aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage#esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy#not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing#furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley#vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check.#a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down#its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying..........#only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her.................#also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf#no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up..#yet#anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you#and make you owe her#two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight)#also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye#also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay
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merakiui · 2 years ago
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Mer Eggs Anon back again
Okay hear me out Mera-
The fwb into yandere into parents- omegaverse style
Darling is having so many problems with their heat and strikes a deal with one of (or all 👀 maybe they take turns) octatrio to help, in return you help them out too with their ruts
Slowly overtime it goes from Fwb to one-sided affection to obsession
But one day somehow (we know how) Darling is pregnant, despite being so careful with contraceptives and protection (scheming boys always win) and hides it. the time for their next heat comes and the boy asks why they aren't in heat (they know), and darling has to tell the boy that they are pregnant
Pull the "I understand if you don't want to be a dad-" and darling is promptly cut off by the joy the boys feel, they proudly claim darling as theirs, he will be a great father and all this other stuff.
And darling is too overwhelmed to even notice that the boy seemed a bit too prepared to be a dad... somehow everything seemed prepared already
It all comes crashing down eventually, darling finding out about the sabotage but by then they are too far along and they already have been claimed, so even if they wanted to they are instinctively bound to their alpha (or alphas)
Okay rant over-
Signing off,
Mer Eggs Anon
MER EGGS, I LOVE THIS AAAAAAA!!!!!!! OTL omegaverse with (supposedly) surprise, unintentional pregnancy is so yummy omg omg!!! <3
Imagine after learning that it was all fully intentional and that he sabotaged your birth control you try to confront him because you’re so shocked and upset and hurt and betrayed and disgusted, but he’s being so sweet to you, telling you you’ll be a wonderful parent, that he’s here for you every step of the way, that this will be perfect—don’t you want a family? You want to be a parent, right? Right? And suddenly you’re not sure why you’re so angry anymore… or!!!! Conversely, holding your ground and not letting them lead you astray with so many hypothetical questions and subtle topic changes, but your determination crumbles when he gives you a dead stare and says, completely serious and stern, “You’re keeping the baby and you’re building this family with me.” Or something along those lines, and he purposely releases too many strong pheromones so you’re forced into submission. You have no choice but to drop the subject and meekly agree because it’s an unfortunate biological fact that omegas are immensely weak to lots of alpha pheromones, especially pregnant ones who have already been marked and claimed by said alpha(s). <3
Omg omg omg also that trope in omegaverse where the pregnant omega misses the alpha when they’re not home, so they surround themself with the alpha’s scent (whether by wrapping themselves in the duvet on their bed or hiding away amongst their shirts in the closet or by rifling through the laundry to find an article of clothing that smells a lot like them). Aaaaa it’s purely instinctual that you’re doing this, but he’s so pleased to come home to find you so compliant and weepy for him, unable to avoid omega instincts.
Floyd’s the easiest to deal with (and easiest to charm). But then he’s also really good at unintentionally charming you because he’s just so genuine and loving and helpful, and he wants so badly to be part of the baby’s life. Also he’s so good at pregnancy sex????? You’d think he’d be rough or lose himself in the moment, but he’s eerily soft—arguably the most gentle sex you’ll ever get from him. <3
Jade may be particular about certain things, such as making sure you aren’t doing too much hard work because he doesn’t want you to injure yourself or the baby, but for the most part he’s just pleased to start a family with you. I think you’ll see more emotions from Jade because he doesn’t take as much care to veil all of them. He’s just so overwhelmed with happiness, so he smiles a lot more—smiles that actually show teeth—and he’s practically glowing with joy and excitement. You even caught him humming when he was preparing breakfast! T-T he becomes so fluffy, so one way or another you’ll find yourself charmed. How can you not when he takes such good care of you?
Azul is a bit of a mess (a lot of a mess, actually), so he frets over every little detail. He wants you to be comfortable at all times, so everything he does is for your sake, even if it means he has to sacrifice his own comfort. Azul was ready to repaint the entire kitchen because you (in the midst of a pregnancy mood swing) whined about how the blue makes you think of gloomy, rainy days. :( Azul just wants you to be happy because when you’re happy he’s overjoyed. <3 you only need to exist and he’s the happiest mer in the world, so there’s no need to entertain escape. Not that you’d get very far. :)
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juliatv · 10 months ago
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🖤🐊
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himexyandere · 10 months ago
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how would leu's bdsm test results look like? 🤔
GOOD QUESTION- and to be as accurate as possible, I even took the BDSM test as if I were Leu and here's the results!
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nightlyrayne · 1 year ago
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Something I haven't seen yet, but can't stop thinking about. Yandere Halsin
Side note: I know it's most likely not around because our sweetheart has a heart of gold and is poly, but still 😩👏
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ant1quar1an · 1 year ago
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Darktale
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*Cue you getting bodily dragged through your computer screen and into the game.*
darktale, always seen in lowercase, is one of my many Undertale AUs and the one I'm currently hyperfixating on.
The history behind darktale is simply this:
You run 999 genocide routes.
The game file gets corrupt, becoming darktale.
You get dragged into the game.
You have to survive in a world where all of the monsters are varying levels of predatory and dangerous- which is shown quite clearly from the colour they radiate
Sans appears to be the only truly "nice" one.
But it's all just deception. Really, really good deception :]
darktale Sans, Dawn, is a highly-manipulative, cunning motherfucker who's playing the role of an Endurance Hunter.
He'll make you run and run and hide and exhaust you until you can't move or do anything to fight back and then and only then will he strike.
Dawn is always one step ahead of basically everyone.
However, for all his manipulativeness, he's... actually not too bad. He's a master of deception, sure, and he'll make you think he likes you when he really doesn't- but if he does genuinely like you, then he is the most adorably protective idiot on this side of the multiverse.
He's that cat that ends up in your lap and you have no idea when he got there but he's there.
Dawn won't drop his deceptive habits. Not easily, anyhow, and I can imagine a relationship with him being difficult in the ways of not always knowing whether he's being honest with his emotions.
He has... major communication issues that literally consist of him forgetting to tell you/communicate to you about how he's feeling.
He's also a silly goof, and radiates blue- indicating that he is The Most Dangerous monster in his Underground.
( he's technically also partially-mostly-kinda-sorta yandere as well- but a wholesome one??? )
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dark-side-blog3 · 1 year ago
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Not sure if I would be intimidated or turned on by Risotto Nero's tall height and combination of black scerala and red eyes.
I think the black sclera and red eyes are a bigger factor of attraction to me than the height. Maybe it's just because I'm too tall to really get that height difference kink aspect out of it, sadly... But also because his eyes look like he's gotten them done professionally. They look dyed or tattooed... Though it could be that he's born with those eyes, or even that his stand somehow affected his eyes. Can you imagine being in a room that's brightly lit by the overcast daylight coming in from broken windows in the newest hideout, and he turns to face you with those eyes? Piercing, calculating, and hauntingly beautiful.
There comes the idea of Risotto giving you matching eyes... Tattooing your sclera to the same inky blank as his. Whenever you're left to your own devices while Risotto works, should you be allowed to roam the hideout, or if you manage to escape, then your own reflection will remind you of him.
And any complications from the procedure, such as blinding you, will simply make you less independent. Leave you more vulnerable to his attacks, as you can't hope to know where he is, or if he's even in the room with you. Circling you silently for hours like a shark, waiting for the moment you let your guard down enough for him to take a test bite.
The intense heavy stares Risotto will give you will be burned in your brain, something you'll always see, regardless of if you actually can. And if that isn't intimidating, it's at least beautiful.
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toochaosdefendor · 1 year ago
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Bugbear/Damien (SSLG) x overworked!Reader
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You've been quite not like yourself lately. You don't go out to the usual spots you like, nor do you hang out with your precious bugbae as much. He obviously noticed that. USUALLY you two are constantly together, and when you're not, you are. You just can't see him (or he is out "feasting"). Quite a lovable stalker. The boogeyman noticed that you're more stressed than usual, but you brushed it off, telling him not to worry. He decided to listen, but now he thinks it wasn't such a great idea.
Midterms. They came so soon, you didn't even have time to prepare. You feel terrible. From one side, ITS MIDTERMS, you wanna study, but you can't brings yourself to do it, due to being overwhelmed. It is constantly on your mind, and yet you can't do anything because of this anxiety. Isn't it strange how we work? We stress abnout something, and yet we can't even start because of the stress. and then end up doing everything the last minute or not doing anything at all and feeling like shit. Why does everything has to be so stressful? To be honest, somedays it's like death isn't as scary as failing. But that's ridiculous. You shouldn't think this way. Perhaps you're just burned out.
*squeak*
Without having to turn your head towards the sound, you already know who this is. It is Damien Bugbear, your partner. Suddenly you are tackled in a hug and spun around!
"i missed youuu" he says in a sing song voice, finally putting you down. "I noticed that something is wrong, need some help?"
you can tell by the look in his eyes, he knows.
As you nod your head in approval, he ushers you to bed and covers you in blankets. "stay here, I'll bring you some snacks"
after a few minutes of just eating and chatting, of taking your mind off of stress, he asks "Why haven't you asked for my help? we could study together you know?" he says, his smile looking....softer? Maybe your is just playing tricks on you.
"No need to stress out. Having problems is normal. Life is meant to be enjoyed" he says, while nuzzling into you. You pet his head (ears) and relax in his presence. "I will help you with the material and then we can summon some evil spirit in potion class :)"
As you two study, he reminds you to take breaks and drink (your preferred beverage). It is certainly better with him nearby. "Don't give up yet, we've got so much to do after the midterms ^w^" he says, looking into your eyes. He knows. "I will always be there to help you, wether it is studying or killing someone who bothers you." *He hugs you again, in a bearhug. "Just hold on for longer. It will be over and will eventually pay off. we still have time, we always do. Just relax and enjoy your life. Don't bother with stress. If you feel like crying, then let it out. if you're feeling rage, go beat someone up ^w^. I want yuou to be happy, and I can't help but be worried when you're feeling not quite like yourself. I will always be here to help you get your groove back. I am always here for you."
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merakiui · 2 years ago
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cutest of all time… orz
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