#tears of themis Oc

[positivelypuntastic]

It's been WAAAAAY too long since I last posted a commission I got here! I should really get to that soon, hahahaha. For now, I leave all of you with my latest Charem art by the wonderful @omellettearts (Charem because my self-insert is Char, and she has a harem.......)

Will I ever tire of self-inserting every single fandom I'm in? Nah, absolutely not. Imagining isekai-ing myself is too much fun, bahahaha. There's definitely going to be another update of this soon as the Charem has increased to include Yuki from I7, so expect that too! <3

[applesapplesimrunningwithapples]

[softlycandescent]

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑊𝑒'𝑣𝑒 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒

𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖵𝗒𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖷𝗂𝖺𝗈𝗑𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 ��𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌.

Xiaoxi Qiang (OC) X Vyn Richter

part two coming soon!!

It was early evening and before she knew it it had become routine to enjoy Vyn’s company. Tonight it was via facetime. Xiaoxi had already dressed for bed, her blouse already traded out for a comfortable fleece sweater. Vyn, on the other hand, looked far from ready for bed. The only clue that he had even settled in was that his shirt was unbuttoned at the collar.

Talking long into the night hadn’t been uncommon, nor were her interruptions of his nightly routine. 

“I told you I’m not good at airports, they need a bigger map!” Xiaoxi insisted in between uncontrollable laughter. “It’s such a maze!”

“Where were you headed that time? I did not think you traveled that much, sunshine.”

“Oh I don’t, not so much anymore.” XIaoxi spins in her desk chair, which was only slightly out of frame of their face-time call. “That was when I was abroad in Svart, maybe it was just that airport. Svart was just confusing.”

Despite her adorable distress, Vyn can’t help but chuckle.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Vyn’s eyes, full of seriousness and a bit of concern, flitted to Xiaoxi’s. The flicker of playfulness now was completely absent from his gaze. “I am going back to Svart.”

Oh you are? That’s..” Xiaoxi’s fit of giggles died down and her eyes widened slightly. It was so sudden. It felt like she had just been punched in the gut, her heart pounded in her ears and she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He’s…going back to Svart? To stay? 

She wanted to ask why. What happened?

It was confusing, she never imagined he would want to move back there.

The way he talked about it before, and talked about Stellis like it’s his home. 

Now, she stops making direct eye contact, pretending to busy herself with tidying her desk. She was mostly hoping to hide her true feelings. Though, with Vyn, something like that wouldn’t make a difference. Not even close. “When are you going?”

Finally, she makes the brave decision to glance up at him through her lashes. The atmosphere felt uncharacteristically tense, there was a certain emotion behind Vyn’s eyes that she’d seen before but she couldn’t put the name to. 

But just as quickly as she took note of that expression, with the subtlest shake of his head, it was gone in an instant. He softly smiled at her, slightly adjusting his phone. “After my seminar on Friday.”

Seminar, that’s right, that was the last one scheduled for the semester, just before all of the university students went on break.

There was an overwhelming amount of uneasiness in her chest. 

She had gotten so accustomed to having Vyn at her side, always there no matter what, she couldn’t even comprehend losing him. 

She didn’t want to comprehend it, she didn’t want it to happen at all.

“Don’t..!” Xiaoxi took a deep breath. A deep breath in and a careful breath out. “Don’t leave before we say goodbye, I’ll come to the airport.”

–

Airports are overwhelming. Everyone has somewhere to be and nobody spares consideration when it comes to getting to said place. 

Xiaoxi was sure she would have bruises with how many times she’d been bumped into.

It’s not that she couldn’t handle the airport, she had to face them when it came to her study abroad in Svart, and that involved a lot more..complications. All she has to do now is see a dear friend off.

A dear friend…that’s all he is. All he would ever be to her. 

This was a good thing, she couldn’t burden him with her feelings, not when he’s leaving the country, never coming back. 

Why was he doing that? 

Why now?

–

She lifted her eyes from the zoomed in map of the airport on her phone, which she opted for when she made one too many wrong turns. 

Her eyes met a head of silver in the distance, among the crowd. 

Just like that, her feet weren’t her own and she was running in his direction.

 She didn’t pay mind to the people around her, cutting through the crowd. She was smaller and easier to push around but that didn’t stop her, not even close. For once she wasn’t hesitating.

She had to reach Vyn, just one last time, that’s all she asked. 

Even if it was too late, even if he might not listen, she had to try. 

When she finally reached Vyn all thoughts left her mind. 

His hair was ever so slightly messier than usual and he looked tired, but his eyes didn’t look any less bright. In fact, for some reason they looked brighter than she’d ever seen them. A peaceful expression was on his face, his features looked much softer than usual against the golden light of the window.

When he turned his golden eyes finally met her desperate brown ones. She didn’t think it was possible at this point, but his expression softened further. “Xiaoxi-”

“Vyn, Vyn..!” XIaoxi’s chest was heaving, breaths coming out in quick bursts. “I was worried I wouldn’t make it in time..”

“You told me you wanted to see me off, of course I am still here.”

A warmth filled her chest, a brief calm against her raging thoughts. A relieved smile lit up her face for a moment before she shook her head. “I’m so glad, I had to see you.”

Vyn’s eyebrows raised but he didn’t say anything. He wanted to hear what she had to say, everything she had to say. 

He didn’t dare interrupt her. 

She had his full attention, as she always has and always will.  

“I needed to tell you, I couldn’t let you leave before I did,” with her cheeks ablaze, her chest felt tight. Was she really going to do this? No going back now. “I don’t think I’ll ever get this chance again, or at all, so it has to be now. Even though this might be one of the scariest things I’ve ever done, I’ve never done something like this.”

Another deep breath accompanied by an even shakier exhale. She could do this. 

Quickly moving her gaze from her messily laced boots, she’d done it in a hurry when coming here.

 She looks up at Vyn again. She needed to see his expression when she told him this. It’s only fair, he’s being so patient with her. But in times like this she found eye contact extremely difficult. After all, Vyn’s eyes were the brightest she’d ever seen and she always, without fail, had difficulty looking away.

Finally, she met his eyes. 

His eyebrows are slightly furrowed, a look of confusion crossing his golden eyes before he schools his features back to his attentive gaze. No matter what, he was always willing to hear her out, even in times like these when she talks too fast to understand or trips over her words in a blunder. He always waits for her.

But she didn’t have the chance to slow down and breathe. He didn’t have time to wait. 

“Vyn, I know this might sound sudden, really sudden. And I know it’s not good timing since you’re leaving but I had to tell you this before you are gone forever. You need to know about my feelings before it’s too late, but I don’t want you to leave forever.

“I don’t want you to leave forever at all, but I also know i-it’s not my place to keep you here. What I’m trying to say is that I like you, I like you so much. I love you, I didn’t think I could tell you this, well ever, but-”

Xiaoxi’s ramblings are suddenly cut short but a pair of warm arms enveloping her. Vyn’s hair tickled her face when he pulled her closer and leaned down to her level.

Xiaoxi stood on the tips of her toes and wrapped her arms around Vyn’s torso. Her own embrace lacked the usual gentleness, instead it was much tighter and desperate. A silent plea: come back, don’t stay away too long. 

She’s grown used to having a crush on Vyn, as annoying as it’s come to be, she’s grown comfortable with the fluttering in her chest. But she’d watched Vyn go plenty of times, for plenty of trips. For longer than this even. So why was now any different?

Because you love him, because you know you love him, the nagging voice at the back of her head reminded her. It’s true. It’s far more than a crush now. 

It was always Vyn who was able to quiet her thoughts so easily, so effortlessly.

“I am not leaving forever, " Vyn admits, his soft voice washing over her like a warm blanket. His breath kissed the tip of her ear.  “I was never leaving forever, just ten days.”

“Ten..days?”

Ten days. Ten days.

That’s not even close to forever. 

They would be able to spend more time together, he wouldn't leave before they could make more memories, complete every little thing they’d planned to do. 

“Just ten days, and then I will be right back to you.” 

Xiaoxi wanted to say so much more in the moment, take back every bit of her very true confession. She wanted to know what he felt, know why he hadn’t told her sooner how short his stay would be. 

She pulls away from the hug, her hands still on his back, barely brushing his jacket now, but now she could see his expression.

Most of all, she thinks, why is he looking at her like that? 

Golden eyes fixed just on her, as if there wasn’t a sea of people here. 

“Vyn, about what I said, I-“ She took a deep breath. She should explain, insist that none of what came out of her mouth was true. Maybe she could convince him of it. That  way nothing would change. Nothing would have to change when he comes back. 

“Last call for flight 2: Svart, please head to gate 7A. ”

Xiaoxi, suddenly spooked by the announcement, jumps and wiggled of of the embrace. Any longer in Vyn’s hug she was afraid she wouldn’t let him go and not let him go on his flight. He shouldn’t have to miss it because she can’t control her feelings.

Vyn doesn’t pull her back to him, instead grasps her hand with his. His hand is chilly and cool against her own, would he notice just how clammy her hands have gotten? If he had, would he say anything?

But he doesn’t comment on how uncomfortable her hands are to hold, or how inconvenient they are to hold, instead he runs his thumb along the back of her hand in a smooth caress.

“I will miss you,” Vyn whispers, his eyes holding hers. 

“I’ll miss you too, so much.”

“I promise, ten days.”

“Ten days,” Xiaoxi repeated, softer this time. 

Vyn releases her hand. He truly couldn’t stay a moment longer. His eyes hold hers a moment longer before he retrieves his bag from the ground. He must’ve dropped it when he brought her into his arms. 

“I will see you as soon as I get back, Xiaoxi.”

Through her own flushed cheeks she can only manage to nod eagerly. 

Definitely, the moment he came back, she would make sure she was there the moment he returned. 

[liviavanrouge]

Main game OC's meet

Eve(What in the "hell" is bad): I'M HEREEEEEE!

Livia(Twisted wonderland): OH HELL NO! NOT ANOTHER ONE!

Sarafina(Obey me): Heyyyy!

Fern(Tears of Themis): Welcome!

Arian(Twisted wonderland): Hiii!

Eve: A-Aren't you supposed to be dead??!

Arian: *Giggles amused* Not here no!

Livia: *Points to the door* BYE! YOU GOTS TO GO!

Eve: I just got here....

Topaz(Arcana Twilight): Ignore Livia, welcome to the group!

Livia: Look I know some people don't like me, BUT I WILL NOT BE REPLACED BY HER!

Eve: Ah~ you're jealous, hehe!

Arian: *Laughs* She's gonna be even more jealous when the main character used in Fragaria Memories joins the room

Sarafina: Eve correct? I'm Sarafina from Obey me!

Topaz: I'm Topaz from Arcana Twilight!

Arian: I'm Arian, that's Livia, we're both from Twisted wonderland!

Fern: And I'm Fern from Tears of Themis...

Eve: Nice to meet you all!

Sarafina: Now, we all have ships, who are you with

Eve: Satan, the jerkwad

Livia: I'm with Jack

Arian: Lilia Vanrouge

Fern: Luke Pearce

Sarafina: Lucifer!

Topaz: Sirius...

Sarafina: Moment of truth, to know if she's really one of us

Livia: Have you been through two other lives

Eve: No?

Topaz: Tortured by your loved ones?

Eve: *Stares, looking alarmed* NO!

Fern: Get framed for something you didn't do or being a second choice?

Eve: Are you all okay?!

Sarafina: Ever been in a fight with your lover?

Eve: Sometimes...

Arian: *Peeks out from behind Fern* Have you ever gave up your blood family to be with the one you love?

Eve: WHAT HAS THE CREATOR PUT YOU ALL THROUGH??!

Sarafina: Moment of truth....

Eve: Huh?

Topaz: Is your boyfriend at times overprotective, willing to do what it takes to protect you, spoils you a little and clingy with you

Eve: YES! Like what is the problem, I'm not going anywhere!!

Sarafina, Arian, Fern, Topaz and Livia: *Beams, looking relieved* SHE IS ONE OF US!

Eve: *Giggles in amusement* I sure am!

Livia: Well, welcome and sorry for yelling at you earlier

Eve: It's alright and about what you said earlier about Fragaria Memories Oc's joining us

Topaz: Oh yeah, four or five will be joining us here

Eve: HUH???!!

---

Sirius: *Laughing his ass off*

Luke: Uh guys...

Lucifer and Satan: *Death glaring one another, waiting for the other to drop dead*

Lucifer: Drop dead, you fake

Satan: You first!

Sirius: FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!!!

Luke: D-Do not encourage them!

Lilia: *Laughs, floating around* Entertaining!

Lucifer and Satan: *Throwing hands causing the room to shake*

Sirius: GET HIM!

Luke: Oh god!

Lilia: *Cackles, watching them fight* How amusing!

Jack: Oh boy...

[natsuhikous]

hello… tot oc drop… she is Alive (my interest in the game is coming back YAY WHO ELSE CHEERED)

[lovestellis]

𝑀𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑦 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑

This is part of my holiday challenge where I do prompts! Today's is: Festive Movies. To be honest, I ended up making this much more subtle hurt comfort than I intended, but Artem..he's just husband.

[[Cuddles, Fluff, Small Mentions of Aurora's Past, Established Relationship]]

Aurora and Artem had a rare holiday from work after finishing an especially tough case, which was refreshing in its own right. As much as Aurora adored her job, she was realizing that she was allowed to not think about it outside of the office. 

“You can relax, my darling,” She recalled Artem saying not long ago over a cup of coffee. “You’re allowed to take time for yourself. If it makes it easier for you, you need to be well rested in order to keep working so hard.”

And now, she would like to think she’s come very far. She let herself silence the notifications on her phone as she climbed onto Artem’s plush couch in his home theater. She sunk into the cushions contently, it was way more comfortable than her couch at home. 

“Comfy?” Artem walked up behind the couch and pressed a warm kiss to her cheek. 

“Mhm,I always forget how cozy it is in here.” Aurora grins as she sits up straight, her mismatched eyes fixed on her loving boyfriend. Her loving boyfriend, who had a basket of things in his arms. “What’s in there, Artem?”

“This?” Artem smiles gently, putting it down. “Well first, I put pajamas in the dryer so they’ll be nice and toasty, I even grabbed your favorite pair.”

“Oh my gosh, the ones with the cinnamon buns on them?” She giggles as she’s handed the soft and warm pair of fuzzy pajama pants. “Oh they are!”

“Then, I also brought some snacks, something to keep my best girl and I hydrated..”

Auroria takes the basket from Artem’s hands gently and sets it on the nearby side table, taking around the couch to meet him halfway. She grins as she stares up at him before standing on her toes and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. 

 When Artem’s face turned pink Aurora’s grin got bigger, he was sure to place a well intended kiss under her eye as revenge. 

“I-I’m going to change into these really quick..! Do you have a movie picked out?”

“Hurry back,” He said softly, voice laden with yearning. 

…

By the time Aurora walks back into the room, she feels a bit cozier but not quite cozy enough. One glance at her boyfriend, dressed down in his own loungewear made it abundantly clear why she wasn’t as cozy as she could be. She hops onto the couch, on the same cushion as him. Her head leans on his shoulder as he is fiddling with the different options on the projector. 

“So, you didn’t tell me what we were watching first,” Aura whispers. It was as if she was worried about shattering the soft and warm atmosphere. 

If you’d told her a few years ago she would be cozied up to Senior Attorney, Artem Wing, she wouldn’t have believed you. In fact even now, despite being not only his partner and lover, she still found herself feeling like it was all a dream she would eventually wake up from.

Hopefully, she wouldn’t.

Artem’s sigh of relief breaks her out of her thoughts. On the screen a very familiar movie title was displayed: Santa Buddies. 

“I remembered, around when we started dating, you used to watch this with your mom every year. How you didn’t have the heart to watch it alone, so I thought you might want to watch it now. Are you okay with that?”

“Artem, love, oh my god,” Aurora loops her arms around his neck and presses kisses all across his face. “I’m touched you even remembered. I-I mean I told you that once and it was three in the morning. God, I love you.”

As soon as she ceased her attack of kisses, Artem smiled sweetly at her. If everything sweet in the entire world could be wrapped up in one thing, it was definitely Artem’s smile. 

“Of course I remembered, sweetheart. Everything you tell me, every bit about you, has me enamored, I can never have enough. Even if it’s three in the morning.”

The movie on the projector started playing and the subtle holiday music started playing. 

Just now, Aurora noticed Artem had arranged some fruit and popcorn on the nearest table, along with some warm tea. It felt right, and she felt so grateful. She never imagined she could be cared for so tenderly and gently. She felt so fortunate. 

“Aurora? Did you hear me?”

“Huh? No, I’m sorry. I’m listening, I swear.”

“I asked what you were thinking about, are you okay? Your mind looks like it’s somewhere else.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Aurora laughs awkwardly. “I was just thinking, that I never imagined that I could get so lucky, with you.”

“I ask myself that sometimes too,” Artem shifts and draws Aurora in closer to him, so that she’s on his lap now, her legs dangle off the edge of the couch. “But being there for each other, it reminds me that it’s all real.”

Aurora tucks her head into his shoulder, a bit bashfully. “I’m sorry I’ve ruined movie night with my sad thoughts.”

“Not at all, you haven’t ruined anything.”

“You swear?”

“I swear.” Artem chuckles, pressing a kiss to her hair, since he can’t reach her beautiful face. “Do you want me to rewind your movie?”

“Yes, please!”

And just like when she was watching it as a child, she fell asleep in the arms of the person she loves before the ending. Artem didn’t mind, he’ll always carry her to bed.

And besides, they have twelve more holiday movies to watch this month. They have nothing but time.

[sinrevi-art]

Objection! Azalea for @kagamineriri on Art Fight.

[weirdw33b]

My strange tot and pjsk au (feat. my oc and my fanmade unit)

The whole Clubhouse SEKAI shabang is that every member has a special floor for them to just be themselves, so there are only 5 important floors (including the main enterence and lobby) the other floors exist, yes, but they shouldn't be messed with like the Street SEKAI's alleyways

Akikazu, wanting to be a bitchass, decided to fuck around and find out, this gets his ass thrown in Tears of Themis with the main vocaloid, Hastune Miku, and he's stuck there until futher notice

But not to fear, he used to play TOT because he had nothing better to do up to chap. 4, so he'll just have to use his lack luster memories to solve the mysteries

His backstory is also changed because he's a she, it's important to know that Akikazu doesn't give 10 fucks about his gender, he's amab and never really cared, but he was best friends with Rui and Mizuki, so take it as you will I guess, anyways

Her name is now Autumn Hawthorne, she was childhood friends with Anastasia Verity (Rosa) and Luke Pearce, she had a normal childhood with loving parents (aka Rosa's parents) and friends that cared about her from the moon and back, she wasn't exactly 'there' for Rosa due to her university studies in the capital of music and computer science, but she was the only 1 that regularly contacted her

While Autumn isn't super talented, she's an extraordinary hacker, just give her 30 minutes and she'll have the information you'll need, also she's a vocaloid producer called Amber because Miku (in this case they're the same, it's just the name change

Plot happens, what shall Autumn do to help?

[lady-doyle]

I’ve decided to make an oc for tears of Themis for Marius, only brief details for now, I haven’t thought that far yet 😅

Name: 张雅慧 (Maggie zhang)

Age: 25

Marius’s assistant and girlfriend.

[flokali]

— Concept: Student Yandere and Professor Darling

Warning: GN! Reader, blackmail, n/on-con, d/ub-con, age gap, student-teacher relationship, push-over reader, unfair ending, n/oncon recording, uhh ask to tag!

A/N: just a concept that plagued me for a while... hhhhhhh;; i'm so normal ab this

Any dynamic that involve an authority figure and a subordinate, no matter how innocent they may initially seem, are doomed from the start for both of the parties involved.  There’s always going to be an underlying power imbalance, someone who holds the authority over the other; there is no nice way to put it, unfortunately. 

Most of the time, in fics, I see a lot of Yan professors creeping on their students, but the thought of a student Yan harassing their beloved professor has been plaguing my mind. 

The relationship starts sweetly, you’ve noticed a certain student in your course that’s been falling behind, making mistakes that should have long been addressed, their work is always late or partially done and you’re growing slightly annoyed at them for wasting your time and misusing theirs as well. You ended up offering them private tutoring when you found out you were the only professor’s whose class who they’d been treating like a joke. 

They reject it immediately; seemingly embarrassed that you’d even offered. You try to calm their nerves down, you’re pretty young yourself, you only graduated a few years ago and you won’t charge them, it won't be a daily thing but they can pop into your office so you can review and work on assignments and other material they’ve been failing at. The hesitant look on their face seems to slowly be melting off the longer you explain your reasoning.

You continue insisting, you lay out the facts as they are; they’re a brilliant student who has been passing all other courses and extracurricular activities with flying colors, so why is that your course has become such a challenge to them? You have seen them work and the way they behave during class, you’ve even noticed how some students go to them to try and clear up any questions and ask to study together with them. You’d heard your colleagues rave about them being easily one of the college’s star students, so it’s either that they’re making shit up and lying to their peers, which you sincerely doubt since you’ve seen their works, or they were purposefully trying to fail your class.

Maybe they thought it’d be easier, decided to try it and got it in their head they didn’t have to try – after all, it wasn’t as if all of the work they’ve handed is bad, there’s some clear understanding of what they’re doing, it’s just that they keep on messing up some things, even if it means inconsistencies in their work, the assignments that made up less percentage of the overall grade were done well enough that you could fail them but anything that was actually important was clearly half-assed. They were nailing the basics in one essay and then completely misrepresenting them on the next.

You explain your concerns; you’re genuinely worried your class might hold them back from graduating with their peers, if things kept going on like this, they’d fail your class and if they did, they’d have to repeat the semester and risk graduating a year or so late. It’s not the end of the world to repeat a semester, but it’s avoidable in their case and you don’t understand why they seemingly insist on failing.

It’s then that they pull out a card they’d been holding on to dearly for a situation such as this, they’d hooked you in with a months long performance and it all relied on this moment, it was a disgustingly perfect story meant to pull at your heartstrings and lead you into their honey sweet trap;

They start going on about a sob story about their parents’ jobs and finance, how they had been struggling for a while since their parents cut them partially off for choosing a college out of their town, and how they’re supposed to provide for themselves and pay rent and bills, about how their schedule is always so busy trying to balance college, their friendships, mending their relationship with their parents, and their job on top of all the studying they’ve been doing. Your class had unfortunately been the least of their concerns and that they’re immensely sorry to have worried you and that they are willing to do anything to make up for their past grades. They can’t believe they’d let themselves go in your course and they’re deeply ashamed because they enjoyed it greatly, but there was little they could to catch up now.

You can empathize with such a dilemma, being fresh out of college yourself, the memories of balancing relationships, work, and academics are still freshly etched into your mind. 

They clearly seem burned out and your heart aches seeing a student as promising as them dim down so drastically. You’d hate to be one class that impedes them from graduating on time, you don't want to be the lone profesor responsible for slowing down such a valuable asset to society.

You sit them down and try to offer them some advice, you were in a similar situation when you were in college yourself, you try to explain the ways you managed to survive and bypass college, going into detail about your own problems and how you were able to live through it all. They seem visibly more relaxed during the conversation, nodding along and explaining their own feelings and hardships, you both manage to sympathize with each other and come to an arrangement.

It’s completely under the table since you are worried about what it might look like, but from now on until the end of this semester you’d use a more relaxed, less strict grading system for them, after all, they did have a legitimate reason for their behavior and they were willing to make up for it. That is, under the condition that they start taking tutoring classes from either yourself or a fellow classmate, they weren’t able to balance the studying schedule necessary so you’d try and manage at least one aspect of it for them to try and make their life a little bit easier. You reiterate that this must not come out, fully aware that you were breaking multiple rules but you were too much of a bleeding heart.

They agree gladly, but not before asking if you could be the tutor, when you’d questioned their request they explain themselves, seemingly embarrassed for their own reasoning;

“I don’t want it to get out that I’m failing your class, professor…” The smile they wear seems genuine and shy and you nod in understanding, college students are only older teenagers, after all, most of them are still stuck in their high school mentality and you wouldn’t put it past a bunch of immature people to try and mess with someone who was struggling. While the mindset eventually wears off, you understand why they could be self-conscious about it.

What you don’t know is that they’ve been planning for something like this to happen from the get go, always going out of their way to purposefully present themselves as a stupid, pathetic and incompetent student that would need their hot professor’s (your) help to pass the course.

During your first couple of sessions they work extra hard to make themselves seem as ditzy and clueless as possible, making as many mistakes and errors as humanly reasonable without getting you too annoyed at them. They even begin to dress in slightly more provocative ways than they would have before, their speech slowly morphs into a more flirtatious tone, their touches being lingering on your shoulders for longer than necessary, but you brush it off, trying to ignore the signs. Opting instead to think of it as a silly crush, choosing go try to focus on helping them get through this semester with either an above average grade.

It didn’t take too long for their grades to get better but with the current pace, you were afraid it wouldn’t be enough.

So, you ignore the uncomfortable, sinking feeling in your gut and suggest making your tutoring sessions more frequent - instead of once a week maybe twice, or even thrice if you could fit it into your schedule, if it was really necessary.

You didn’t expect them to suggest going to your place.

Originally, you’d suggested either the library or a cafe, but they said they felt too embarrassed and self-conscious at the idea of their peers watching them, they claimed they’d probably make fun of them for needing help for a course they’d been taking for almost a whole semester at that point. It’s silly, they know, but they can’t shake that shame off.

They insist on your place, but you reject the idea, they say it’s either there or at their place, they point out that anywhere else and you both risk either staff or some of the student body seeing you both together and getting the wrong idea. The conversation goes on for hours until you’re too exhausted to continue arguing with them and give in. 

They are a good person, right? Even if the thought of a student knowing where you lived made you uncomfortable, it wasn’t like they’d do anything about it… right?

You try to limit the study space to your living room, the bathroom, and the kitchen every once in a while if you notice the snacks you had brought weren’t enough, but never further than that. Your bedroom and office were completely off limits, you’d made it explicitly clear that if you caught them wandering too far you’d have no choice but to kick them out and stop the tutoring, possibly even having to call the campus’ authorities if you felt they were getting too out of line – your reputation be damned. 

They also were only allowed to come over during the weekends and on specific weekdays where no one would be able to catch them entering your apartment. You didn’t even want your neighbors to see them, even if you looked close in age you didn’t want to hear anything about a potential secret lover sneaking into your house.

They agree and promise to follow every single rule you’d put in place, they swear.

But it doesn’t take long for them to start going back on their word and start “exploring” your living space, it started small – simply walking around your living room, examining framed pictures, looking over books, memorizing the placement of your trinkets and decor, making a mental note of the colors you used in the space, they make sure to remember to try and look up where you got your cushions and everything, they start looking into you fridge and pantry to make see what you eat, if there’s any indication of a possible food allergy; it’s all investigative work for your future together.

It’s not too long before they’ve memorized your living room and are drawn to the rest of your house. They've gone to your bedroom and studied the space, taking note of the way you made your bed and how many pillows you have, they also have made a list of products you use and like, such as scents and soaps, to make sure your transition to their place is as smooth as possible. Soon, they could very well draw a floor plan of your place and recreate your home in the most basic of softwares. 

The only reason you haven’t caught up to them is because they’ve taken to spiking your drinks with sleep medication, strong enough dosages that you’ll be knocked out for a while, but not enough that you’ll realize you were drugged.

It’s during your sleeping state that the next part of their plan starts to take action. They’ll purposefully plant evidence in your home of their presence and snap pictures, suddenly their underwear is in your laundry basket, and why are you wearing their hoodies to sleep, huh? They’re meticulously planned and staged pictures that make it look like you were engaging in a romantic relationship, but it’s not enough — they need more, something more extreme. More incriminating, something that would absolutely destroy your career and reputation if it came out.

What about a picture of them going down on you? Or one with their cum all over your face? Your naked figure cuddling up to their bare chest? Some makeup to look like hickies could look realistic in pictures too, you know. Maybe them on top of you… or you on top of them? Or one where your lips are sucking their fingers like a —! Ah, the thought has them blushing! All of these photos are like their dreams come true! You look like such a perfect spouse, taking their love~ They make sure to clean up the space, but they’re growing bolder and more confident in their work.

They even have videos of themselves jacking off on top of you, but they’re always so good at making it seem like you’re awake and participating in these activities! It really does look like you’re helping them get off with your own mouth.

You’re such a naughty professor seducing your innocent, sweet student like that!

It’s sick, they’re sick and they know it fully well but they don’t care, as long as they don’t get caught – there’s no way in hell they’ll stop.

Their grades begin improving and there’s no longer any fear of them failing your class, in fact you’d go as far to say they’ve easily become one of your best students in terms of grades. Things seem to be looking up and you’re pretty proud of yourself for having had a positive impact on them, which is why you come to the conclusion they won’t be needing your tutoring anymore. 

You call them over to your office after classes, making sure to be as nice as possible. At first you were annoyed and put off by them, their initial behavior was unsettling and persistent, but after a couple of months of getting to know them you’ve grown to care for them and genuinely wish them the best, you’d pointed out how teaching them had been a joy and you’d always end the sessions feeling better than before, which is why you’d chosen to end the tutoring. You lay out the facts as they are, their grades have improved and there’s no longer any threat of them failing your class, you’d also be risking people misunderstanding the situation if it went any longer, if word came out you’d been using a different rubric to grade them until recently and that they’d been going over to your place, it would simply look bad for both of you. You’d risk getting sanctioned, possibly even losing your job if things were taken in the wrong way, and they could repeat the semester or even have their work in your class be null and having to take a new course entirely, if not even being kicked out.

There’s a minute of silence between the two of you, the air is thick and you wonder if you should have been softer in your delivery as you watch them process your words.

It takes them a while, you decide to give them the time because you have indeed noticed how they’d seem to grow ever so attached to you and they might take this a bit too personally, but you’re soon starting to grow increasingly uncomfortable as the silence continues.

You’re about to say something again, try to soften the blow with some generic encouragement about how they’ll do well regardless of you being their tutor or not, when you hear them chuckle softly under their breath.

You’re taken aback, your eyes widen in surprise and you unconsciously lean back into your chair, but that seems to have further encouraged their laughter as soon they’re covering their face with the back of their hand as they double over in laughter.

It’s strange but you decide to give them a few seconds to regain their composure, maybe this was a nervous habit? You’d heard of people who’d laugh when anxious, but you’d never seen something so theatrical.

They slowly sit back up, wiping tears from their eyes as a few chuckles escape their smiling lips. They haven’t fully calmed down but seem to be making an effort to continue the conversation nonetheless.

“Ah, professor,” your last name tumbles from their lips in a joyous manner but their eyes look icy as they stare at you, their voice feels more aggressive even if the words came out from a smile, “don’t be so ridiculous, I think things are working pretty well as they are, I have no desire to change our… relationship.” 

You’re taken by surprise, their word choice feels odd and purposeful, but you insist regardless.

“There is no relationship between us,” you state, “I am your professor, do you understand? That means that if I say your tutoring is over, it’s over; I have been going easy on you and helping you out but do not misinterpret my intentions, you are my student and that’s where our acquaintanceship ends. If you think you’ll continue needing help, I’m certain our TA will be more than glad to step up and help you out.”  

They smile as they take their phone out of their pocket and your stomach drops for a second, wondering what on earth they could have there. They slide it towards you after unlocking it, they’re carefree in their handling of the device and your nerves start to rise, a gut wrenching feeling settles in your stomach, you don’t really understand what you’re seeing at first but once you do you feel your blood run cold.

You don’t even realize they’ve walked behind your chair, too focused on the picture of your naked body cuddling up to their equally nude form. They’re smiling, tenderly caressing your bare shoulders, embracing your body in such a loving manner it looked like you were lovers. When… When did they take this? 

Your voice is shaking but they don’t answer you, instead opting to crouch beside you and show you the hundreds of incriminating pictures themselves.

They start telling you a story based on the pictures, the one they seemed to be telling you even if you knew that everything they depicted was fake, about a promiscuous professor that seduced their student, coaxed them into a relationship and took advantage of their position to influence the student into falling in love with them.

You want to tell them it won’t work, threaten to call the dean or the campus police, but they quickly clear out any confusion; “Would anyone believe a student would seduce a teacher and that it’s not the other way around?”

You know exactly what they mean; you’re the professor, you hold the authority. You had never been able to put a stop to it because you had no idea what they were doing but that didn’t matter, it was your word against theirs and they had “evidence”.

They seem proud of themselves too, telling you about all the ways they set up the rooms and photos to make sure they looked as real as possible. They’d taken their clothes and belongings over to your place in secret, made sure to apply makeup in the right places with the correct lighting, it seriously felt like an art they’d perfected.

You ask them what they could possibly want, clearly it couldn’t be only your tutoring if they were going this far. They smile and tell you they simply want a relationship with you, one that goes beyond a professor and a student; from that day onwards they wanted to be your lover.

You want to say no, but they remind you of the position you’re in; “You know, I’ve got these backed up in a bunch of places, it’d be a shame if one leaked, right, professor?” 

You feel numb as they lock the door of your office and guide you on top of your desk, you barely even register them going down on you - stripping you naked and giving you oral. From that day onward, you were a prisoner to your own student.

Everyday, they’d act like any other person taking your classes, going to college, making friends, as if when your work day ended they didn’t torment you under the guise of love. Making themselves into your lover without your consent, as if you weren’t their professor, as if they weren’t your student. They celebrate your birthday and make you celebrate theirs, you go on dates outside of town so as to not be caught, there are times you almost forget the perverse nature of your relationship - but it always comes back to haunt you. They always come back to haunt you.

They make sure not to show any of the images to anyone for as long as they’re going to the college. They need to keep an eye on you, make sure your looks and personality don’t charm any other student - they’d hate to get rid of their classmates due to your unknowing seduction. They’re so good at acting like they weren’t bending you over your kitchen counter the minute they followed you home, you’d almost believe they were only your innocent, well meaning student if they didn’t send you videos of you two fucking as extra-curriculum activities.   

They also take your courses religiously to make sure to always be in contact with you; you could never escape them, they’ll follow you home and come inside even if you try to shut the door behind you. Whenever you tried changing the lock they'd find a way to break in anyway, on campus they’d sneakily follow you everywhere and harass you. Those who notice, the few that do, think of it as cute, an innocent puppy crush that would fade by next semester. 

It’s not until they gets their diploma three years later that they releases a drive full of the videos and pictures, making sure to add dates and location, everything to prove you were fucking a student. You were a whore of a professor seducing their students.

You’re fired immediately and it’s not long until your friends and family cut contact with you for seducing a poor college student and using your power over them as leverage. Nobody wants to hire you, they’d make sure to document every single dirty detail of your relationship so as to ruin your reputation until you’d be forced to turn to the only person who didn’t turn their back on you.

You can only walk into their open arms as they suggest finally moving in together, possibly getting married, and maybe even having a couple of children now that they have graduated and received their degree.

But even through it all, they still have the audacity to call you their beloved “professor”. 

Characters: Lisa (GI), Scaramouche (GI), Al-Haitham (GI), Kaeya (GI), Ayato (GI), Jing Yuan (HSR), Luocha (HSR), Aventurine (HSR), Vyn (TOT), Rafayel (L&DS), Ibara (ENSTARS), Eichi (ENSTARS), Yuzuru (ENSTARS), Cater (TWST), Rook (TWST), Kylar (DOL), Whitney (DOL), literally anyone you want really (TT)

[khickuwa]

releasing the marilillies from their chambers... be free.. be free marilillie........

[applesapplesimrunningwithapples]

[softlycandescent]

Moment of Rest

Xiaoxi has been neglecting her rest in favor of working a little harder, her boyfriend really just wants her to take care of herself. So he helps.

Xiaoxi was working herself too hard lately.

She truly couldn’t help it, the beginning of the school year brought piles of paperwork and preparations. She didn’t mind though, planning lessons ahead of time in her empty classroom was calming though. All of the other teachers had gone home when the last of their students left so Xiaoxi didn’t anticipate anyone disturbing her.

Which is, exactly, why she picked now to get a head start on her lessons.

And get a head start, she did. The rest of September and October were successfully planned and revised accordingly, complete with sparkly cat stickers and marks from her yellow highlighter.

Sleepiness overtook her and the sun coming in past her window offered her enough warmth to feel cozy without her sweater. It washed over her like a hug from the sun itself. 

And so, she hummed, resting on her arms. Her pen dangled in her hand clumsily, just above the papers her arms rested on. 

She would write the next line after she closed her eyes for a minute. 

And well, it took a little over a minute for her breaths to even out to small snores. 

Ten minutes later, her phone rang and she didn’t wake. 

Another five later, another ring. She just buried her face further into her forearms, tossing her hair and successfully getting slightly more comfortable.

Finally a while later, the door to her classroom opened softly. She didn’t stir for that. She did, however, stir when she felt a light fabric over her shoulders. It was soft against her bare shoulders and it conquered the goosebumps that were littering her arms. 

“Darling, is this where you were this whole time?” A soft, velvety voice tempted her back, yet she only groaned in response. “You’ll catch a cold if you sleep over here.”

Xiaoxi fluttered her eyes open sleepily, her loving boyfriend’s figure came into view. His hand lightly caressed her arms over the cardigan he’d laid there. She wore a confused look and she slowly lifted her head out of her arms. “What are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting this afternoon.” 

Vyn chuckled, “Good morning, or shall I say, evening, my love.” moving a strand of hair behind her ear and resting his hand on her cheekbone. Tiredly, she leaned into his touch. “My meeting ended hours ago. I was worried that when you did not pick up your calls, Missy had not seen you yet, either.”

“I’m sorry, I was only closing my eyes for a minute, I didn’t hear your calls.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Vyn reasons. He gently moved her from her desk so that she was standing before him. “Why don’t we get you home, you look exhausted.”

It wasn’t as warm, she realized, and it was darker. Yet Vyn’s touch, though usually cold, brought a sense of warmth over her again. She smiled, looking up at him. Her eyes were watering and her vision was still bleary, but she could see him return the smile wholeheartedly. 

Then he moved aside for a minute, Xiaoxi occupied herself with fixing the strands of hair that stood up and flattening the wrinkles in her skirt.

“I still have to clean up here, though,” Xiaoxi frowned, about to go back to sit at her desk, to tidy up. That’s when she noticed Vyn standing in front of it, her desk successfully reordered and organized. “You rascal, you didn’t have to clean up for me.”

Vyn moved back to her, adjusting his cardigan on her arms so it was fitted to her properly. Or, as much as it could, the ends of the sleeves still ended far past her fingertips. It was adorable, precious. 

“It is no trouble,” Vyn tapped her nose with his forefinger, his features twisting into a wide smile when she giggled at the small act of affection. His eyes didn’t hide his worry though. “Besides, you look like you’re going to fall over right now. Have you been resting?”

Vyn offered his hand for her to take and she does. They walk out of the classroom after she’s put her purse over her shoulder and locked the door after them.

“Kind of,” Xiaoxi responds after a little too long. “It’s the start of the year, you know how that is, sweetheart.”

Vyn hums, guiding her to the passenger seat of his car when they find it in the parking lot. Like a gentleman, he opens the door for her. She shook her head with a grin when he did that. She didn’t need to say it made her feel special, he could tell by the way her eyes dazzled each time. Maybe a part of him continued to do it just to see the way she smiled when he did so.

“Still,” He said when they were both successfully seated in his car. As soon as the car started, he was quick to turn on the heat for her. The cardigan was thin, it likely didn’t fight the cold as much as he hoped. “You should be taking care of yourself. You need to take care of my _.”

Xiaoxi leaned her head against the seatbelt, “Okay. Thank you for caring for me so much, Vyn.”

Vyn shook his head, “Let’s get back home, so that I can take care of you, okay?”

With a soft huff of air she nods in agreement, reaching her hand to lay over Vyn’s gently. He immediately interlocks their fingers and lifts the back of her hand to his lips, leaving a chaste kiss there.

The rest of the ride was calm and silent, but it was a comfortable silence. 

Once they’d gotten back, Xiaoxi quelled the worries of her roommate, who also told her to rest more. She didn’t feel bad rolling her eyes at her. But she was grateful that the most important people in her life were so worried, it warmed her heart.

The rest of the night went by too quickly, though she did waste a part of it asleep on the cold wood of her desk at school. 

Vyn and Xiaoxi ate bowls of fruit on the couch while she laid in his arms. The movie on the television was one of her favorites, a ghibli film, but it was of no interest to her. Her bowl was half empty when her eyes started to grow heavy again, her head dropping to Vyn’s shoulder and facing away from the movie.

“Vyn,” Xiaoxi mumbled into the fabric of his shirt. He readjusts his hold on her.

“Hm? What is it?” He moves his head, softly murmuring into her ear, leaving a soft kiss to her temple in his wake.

“I’m sleepy, can we finish the movie tomorrow?”

With a gentle nod and a chuckle, he sits up, taking her with him. He gingerly lifts her up and into his arms.One arm firmly under her knees, and the other cradling her back. Xiaoxi buried her face in his shirt and didn’t protest. 

If she wasn’t so exhausted she would be totally red-faced and blushing, insisting to not carry her.

But right now she was too tired so up until he set her in bed and leaned into him. Even then, her hand clung to his shirt, not wanting to let him go. 

“Don’t go.” Xiaoxi reaches out her hand and weakly holds onto Vyn’s wrist. He looked, to her, as if he might’ve been about to retreat.

“I won’t,” Vyn says, letting her lightly let go of his hand. Then he lays next to her, threading his fingers through her hair. “I promise. You’ll rest now, right?”

“Mhm,” Xiaoxi immediately scoots closer, resting her head on his chest eagerly. Her favorite position. “I love you.”

With a soft laugh, a genuine one that lightly shakes his shoulders, he tugs her even closer and snuggles with her. “I love you too. Rest well, sweetness.”

Xiaoxi sleeps pleasantly alongside Vyn that night.

[liviavanrouge]

Main Game Oc's meet pt 2

Eve: *Sits on the couch, reading a book*

Liana(Helios Rising Hero's): *Opens the door and closes it behind her* Hello?

Livia: Oh...my god...

Arian: SHE'S SO CUTE!!!

Liana: *Blinks, looking surprised* I'm Liana from Helios Rising Hero's, I'm seventeen and I've been shipped with Keith Max

Sarafina: Oh, a large age gap ship!

Fern: The first one too

Diantha(Genshin impact): *Opens the door, walking in*

Cordelia(Honkai: Star Rail): *Walks in after her*

Topaz: Oh hello!

Diantha: Hello, I am Diantha from Genshin Impact, my ship is with Kaeya

Cordelia: *Beams* I'm Cordelia from Honkai, I'm with Dan Heng!

Sarafina: I'm Sarafina from Obey me, I've been put with Lucifer

Fern: Names Fern, I'm from Tears of Themis and I'm with Luke Pearce

Topaz: *Smiles* Topaz from Arcana Twilight, I've been placed with Sirius!

Livia: I'm Livia, this is Arian

Arian: *Waves beaming* We're both from Twisted Wonderland!

Livia: I'm with Jack and Arian is with my Papa, Lilia Vanrouge

Eve: Eve here! I'm from What in the "hell" is bad and I've been shipped with an idiot named Satan!

Liana: I'm Liana, I just got here as well, I'm from Helios Rising Heroes, I'm shipped with Keith Max, I'm seventeen

Diantha: OOOOO! Large age gap ship! This is the first!

Sarafina: GIRL! That's what I said!

Eve: I wonder how the boys are doing?

---

Lucifer: *Grips Satan's hair, the two still going at it*

Satan: *Kicks Lucifer in the stomach, the two falling to the ground*

Sirius: YOU GONNA LET HIM DO THAT!

Kaeya: GET HIM LUCIFER!

Sirius: *Laughs, watching the fight* NAH, MY MONEY'S ON SATAN!

Luke: There's now two of them...

Lilia: Fufufu! This is quite entertaining!

Luke: They're gonna destroy the room!

Dan Heng: *Sits on the couch unbothered, reading a book*

Keith: What did I do to deserve this, I need a beer now....

Jack: *Sighs* I'm scared for my life right now

Luke: As am I and I'm usually braver than this

Jack: Same...

[hollybobsy4]

Sketch dump plus some shitposts from uni

[lovestellis]

𝐺𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑠

This is part of my holiday challenge where I write prompts!

Today's is: Gingerbread House! This ended up being a sweet hurt comfort more than anything else but I think that fits sweet xixi and vyn more than anything else <33

Xiaoxi groaned for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon. With a helpless sigh, she slams down her failed tray of gingerbread. This time instead of undercooking it, she’d overcooked it, it was way too crisp to work with, not to mention it probably tastes awful. 

Just as she was about to forget the idea completely, a pair of warm arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her back from the messy counter.

“Sweetheart,” Vyn only hugged her tighter when she tried to wiggle back to the counter, her smaller hands reaching back for the gingerbread crumbs. “What’s wrong?”

“I was going to make my students a big gingerbread house.” Xiaoxi explained, her lips forming into an exaggerated pout. “But, I’m a failure! Look, no matter how many times I try, it’s awful! I’m never going to bake anything ever again!”

“Xiaoxi, darling.” The seriousness of her lover’s soft voice drew her attention to him immediately. “You are  a lot of things, sweetie. You’re ambitious, stubborn, and certainly adorable. However, a failure is the one thing you are not.”

Vyn leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips was enough to momentarily quiet her anxious thoughts.. Or, well, all thoughts at all really. 

She hardly noticed that a smile had found its way on her face.

“So let’s see about your gingerbread, when did you want to bring this to your class?”

“Next week, but at this rate, it might not get ready. Look, this one is burned, this one is super undercooked, this one doesn’t even taste right, I don’t even know what I’m doing wrong.”

Vyn offered her a comforting gentle smile and spun her around, this time, so he could look into her chocolate eyes. He clasped both of her hands in his own, his touch was warm and comforting.

“We have time, would it be alright if I helped you?”

“But, you’re so busy! I don’t want to trouble you just for the sake of my gingerbread house!”

“You are never trouble,” Vyn smiles sweetly, leaning down and pressing a faint kiss to her palm, which was lightly coated in ginger. “Besides, nothing would bring me more joy than to bake with my beloved.”

“If you insist!” Xiaoxi declares, her voice hardly more than a squeak when her eyes met his. She wanted to look everywhere but his face right now, she was feeling the embarrassment over her outburst, over cookies nonetheless! “I’m sorry I was grumpy, I would love to have you help me..”

With an affectionate smile, Vyn brought her hand to his cheek and leaned into it. “It is alright, you were upset, my dear. I just want to be there for you, even if that entails spending every afternoon and night in the kitchen with you until we get your gingerbread house perfect.”

“Our gingerbread house,” She corrected, moving her thumb in small circles on his cheek. Was it just her or was his face slightly warmer than usual? 

“Yes, our gingerbread house,” Vyn chuckles. “Now it appears you’ve run out of gingerbread dough, shall we make some more?”

“In a minute,” Xiaoxi moves her hand away from Vyn’s face and wraps both of her arms around his waist. With little effort she presses her cheek against his chest. Though she can feel the pleasant fabric of his cashmere sweater against her skin, she can also hear his calming heartbeat. She smiles thoughtfully. “I just want to hold you for a minute, is that okay?”

“More than okay, take all of the time you need, my sunshine.” Vyn leans down and presses his cheek against the top of her head, littering intermittent kisses against her hair. “I’m not going anywhere, nor are the cookie ingredients.”

With a giggle, she squeezes him tighter, she felt Vyn's hands come up run up and down her back soothingly. With Vyn right here, even her small challenges didn't feel so insignificant anymore. He made her feel like everything that troubled her was important, upmost importance.