#that’s turning poison into positivity 😌

[vintage-bentley]

that anon back again to annouce ur account inadvertantly led to gay sex lets give it up for the legend vintage-bentley

YESSSSS I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!! IT HAS BEEN AN HONOUR 🫡

[persnicketypomelo]

Hi😅 if it's okay can I please ask for a yandere L

With a shy darling that has abandonment issues and wears Jirai Kei Kawaii because of their Mental Health🙁and they think it's cute😌

Sorry if this sounds weird and if you're not taking requests sorry for asking😅

I take requests, no worries! I'll try to incorporate these aspects but it's very specific.

I'm probably going to write a one-shot loosely based on the ending. Stay tuned!

OOC, mentions of bullying, obsession

Yandere L with Shy Reader

You hadn’t always been such a scrambled person

And if you had known it would lead to living (forcibly) with a man who enjoyed dissecting your mind, twisting you into the mould of a loving spouse, maybe you could’ve avoided such a tragic history

But hindsight only poisons you with regret, thinking about every misstep you made that led you to your current position

Life hadn't been the kindest to you

People are cruel, but children are the most cruel of all

Any and every difference that you harboured from your peers scrutinised you to bullying

You learned the hard way that cruel people will smell a victim in you no matter how much you erased yourself, no matter how much you rid yourself of individuality

Surviving the bullying was somewhat tolerable, but the worst sting of all was betrayal from those you trusted

Friends you had known from childhood turned their backs on you the moment you became subject to bullying

Years worth of friendship came so easily crumbling down to them in exchange for social desirability

The bullies were cruel, but the sudden cold looks and dispersal at your approach of your previous friends hurt even more

Thus, you began to act out in any healthy way you could find

Socially, you never were bold enough to express yourself forthright, and so you partook in fashion subcultures that drew scornful gazes

Muted pink, black, and white became your colours of choice, and the frilly, attention-grabbing style was a liberating outlet in a culture of conformity

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When the Kira killings started, you could not say you were all too distraught to see the horrible people around you, along with the scum of society, get their just desserts

Perhaps it was wrong to think this, but you were quite relieved at the change you saw as a result

The streets were…quieter…more orderly

Even school violence seemed to cool quite drastically

It was the season now for university acceptance, and you could cry at how well your studying paid off

To be accepted into the prestigious To-Oh University was not anything that those around you expected—but you knew better than to underestimate yourself, and it paid off

If anything came out of the hardship you faced early in life, it was a profound, unwavering sense of self

And on no account would you change yourself anymore

You were used to lingering glances on account of your fashion taste, but lately, you would turn your head to find yourself eye-to-eye with a pallid, lanky man across the classroom

Even when returning his unblinking stare, he refused to break eye contact, to the point you had to avert your gaze first out of pure discomfort

Although you were accustomed to staring, none had been so bold as to unabashedly continue staring upon being caught

If you recalled correctly his name was “Hideki Ryuga”…or something along those lines

After class, you exited swiftly, eager to escape your peer’s frog-eyed stare

But you were extremely unfortunate in your luck, it would seem, for you heard a low, monotonous voice calls your name from behind, only to see the black haired man with his fish eyes staring at you

The two of you walked to class together, and the whole time it seemed he was probing you, trying to draw certain responses out of you

“The truth is,” he finally explained, pausing in his steps, “I find you to be an interesting person, for reasons I am not quite sure of, myself. I’d like to talk to you more in the future—to see how you think.”

Although he had an abrupt and direct manner of address, he did not seem to have ill intent, (though you had long learned to always keep up your guard)

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I suspect that L is very focused on his Kira investigation, but if you catch his attention, all he knows is that he wants your presence by his side (of course, only after ensuring that there is no way you could be Kira)

He doesn't have normal relationships with others, and as such any sort of relationship with him would not be typical

You help him think, and he does value your insight, both on topics related and unrelated to the Kira investigation

He cannot assuage your fears of abandonment or the scars of your past, as he is not very charismatic with his words, nor is he very affectionate...

But your turbulent past makes him even more curious to see what makes you tick and your unique perspective due to that

However, he would try his best to show, through his actions, that he will not abandon you

As the Kira case gets more serious, with more casualties, his possessive tendencies may flare

He may prefer to confine you to a shared apartment, both for your own sake and his own twisted affections for you

Although he is not one keen for physical affection, sometimes he comes back after a long day and holds you, breathing in your scent and listening to your heartbeat

L may be a beacon of justice for the world in uncovering the perpetrator of the Kira murders

But only you and his butler know of this morally twisted side of him, a man who would break any morals to keep you by his side

Uh i did my best, but it's not very good

[merakiui]

😌 as bad as I am at conveying my thoughts into words, here I go. If yandere royal Scaramouche met his commoner darling while sneaking out, it might've been love at first sight. Of course his mother would've objected, but I can see Scaramouche getting rid of anyone who would've stood in his way. It's simple for royalty, simply calling his fiance to have dinner, then poisoning them. He can just blame it on a servant. Now that she's out of the way, he may bring up bringing in a new servant to replace the one that was probably executed for the crime. Darling has no idea why they're called to the castle, only that the prince their being ordered to serve looks strangely familiar.

ANON, THANK YOU!!! ( ＾◡＾)っ ♡ This gave me a lot of thoughts. Please allow me to share them below!

(cw: yandere, abuse of power, unhealthy relationship/behaviors, mention of death/murder, slight nsfw implications)

You’re very confused when you’re summoned to the palace on account of the fact that the prince requires a new servant and you have been chosen for the position. It’s strange when you’re forced to undergo an interview to determine your eligibility as a servant, and even if you aren’t as accustomed to servant work as some of the other people in your village you’re still given the job. It feels like some strings were pulled in order for you to become his servant, but it isn’t long before you’re serving the prince.

He looks a little familiar when you see him for the first time, but you chalk it up to his presence as a royal. Of course you’d recognize someone so influential. There’s no denying the fact that he’s handsome and has a way with words. As his personal servant, you’re constantly by his side. You’ve witnessed the many sides of his personality: the controlling side that berates the other servants whenever they make a mistake, the sweet side that saves praise for you and you only, and even the side that’s willing to spew useless compliments for the sake of getting what he wants.

You don’t have much of an opinion on Scaramouche, save for the obvious fact that he’s attractive and has a lot of money and power. The only reason you even decided to stick with this job is because of the pay and benefits. You’re willing to take any monetary opportunity that comes your way. And servant work isn’t all that difficult; it’s just demanding and you’ve grown used to the hustle and bustle needed in order to complete things in a timely fashion. In other words, you’ve managed to adjust to this job with ease.

And all seems normal for the most part. Scaramouche acts civil when he’s with you and you’re relieved that he hasn’t turned his wrath on you whenever you make an error. But it isn’t long before he starts to use his authority for strange things. Your uniform changes shortly after he overhears you complaining about the ruffles to some of the scullery maids. At first you assumed everyone was getting new uniforms, but then you find that it’s just you. And this new uniform isn’t exactly practical. It feels like something you’d put on a doll or a person with the intent of removing it easily.

Along with that, he tends to get controlling when it comes to what you do outside of your job. When you leave the palace for your own personal matters, such as visiting family and friends or running errands for the chefs, he absolutely must know where you’re going and how long you’re going to be out. It’s hard to explain yourself when he starts to get authoritative, simply telling you that you have no right to object to the curfews he sets in place. It feels like you can’t even live your life outside of the palace anymore because he’s setting you on a schedule that’s rather demanding.

He’ll ask order you to join him for his meals and once he even brought up the idea of you joining him in the bath. It was a sly comment that caught you off guard and you weren’t sure how to feel about it. Scaramouche has never really talked to you so...casually before, as if the two of you are close friends. You constantly remind him of your relationship, politely telling him that you’re his servant (and a commoner, for that matter) and that it would be wrong to do such secretive things with him when he’s supposed to be engaged.

It always annoys him whenever you say those things. If you’re so worried about a secret relationship, why not make it public? He’ll show everyone who you belong to. Surely that will stop his mother from bringing suitor after suitor to the palace with the hope that he’ll be able to replace all the others who came before them. Scaramouche is beginning to grow tired of dirtying his hands with so much murder. He’s gotten rid of anyone who he deemed a threat to his relationship with you, but it’s starting to wear him down. He can’t keep exchanging servant after servant as if they’re mere playing cards. He loses two people every time he kills: the threat itself and the servant he chooses to implicate. And sometimes he blames more than one person, in which case he could lose three or four.

As troublesome as it is, he’d prefer to change servants. It makes it easier to pull all sorts of strings when it comes to you, such as changing your uniform into something a little more revealing or finding ways to keep you around even when you’re meant to give him his space. With the constant shuffling of servants, no one will be able to ask questions if they begin to catch onto his infatuation with you. And that makes it all the more easier to continue with this murky obsession.

No matter what, he will have you. He’s a prince, after all, and royalty are intended to get whatever it is they desire.

[zorkaya-moved]

reverse + 🚑 – an injured kiss 😌 fu hua kissing zarina bec she’s injured, yes.

@jiingweii

Injuries are not the worst things that could’ve happened. Zarina wishes to smoke, she craves to have something occupy her in the mean time as she remains alone in the room. Wounds will heal faster than anything, soon there will be nothing and she will no longer be considered close to death. It’s something that makes her wonder if she is even human anymore. The only thing that keeps her human is the memory of her brothers, Elysia, and the presence of the bird of dawn - Fu Hua, the one who truly brightens the day with her presence. It’s obvious who Sokolova wishes to see in this moment, dreaming of those beautiful sky-blue eyes, always as clear as the cloudless sky. The silky hair that looks like lavender itself, soothing the woman with one touch. 

Lying in bed becomes boring, mind starts to come up with different scenarios to keep itself occupied. Silence is poison when it happens without a good book or without a game of chess or anything that’ll keep the mind occupied. The memories of solitary confinment make her sigh as she closes her eyes, hearing the approaching footsteps, hurrying and desperate to reach this place. Zarina’s lips curl upwards, it is without a doubt the heaven’s bird visiting her on this fine day after hearing that she’s been brought up here by the students the Great Phoenix has been teaching. Head is turned to look at the one who enters the room, golden hues are soft and warm in their shine as she waves at Fu Hua’s presence, noting on her worried expression as she comes closer. 

Ah, there she sees that frown and concern over her beautiful face. It hasn’t changed much, the same kindness and strength remains to be seen. Zarina swoons over this view, not able to really make a joke how it’s not Fu Hua who looks from above at her. The other hasn’t really gained any height and it leaves the ashen haired woman chuckle to herself, giving her crush a smile. What she doesn’t expect is to hear her name leave the other’s lips in such a hushed and strong manner, then hovering over her as if she’ll escape or will try to get up (oh, she wanted, her attempting to change her position proves it right). Hua has always been attentive, noting on the body language and even sometimes predicting what Sokolova wished to do, it’s quite hot if she do say so herself. And yet, there is something different in her beloved’s eyes, the closeness is not the same. There is no embarrassment either and...

“ Hua? ” Only the name escapes the golden-eyed bedridden maiden before she feels warmth on her lips. Eyes open wider in shock, understanding exactly what’s going on. Fu Hua is kissing her. The bird of heavens is kissing her, letting her taste this forbidden fruit she’s been distancing herself from for eons for the sake of the other’s responsibility and duty. It unlocks something deeply possessive inside Zarina as if the Herrscher tells her to take what’s her and what she wants, but it’s not the will - it’s her own voice. Undeniably so, the woman cannot hold back anymore, bringing her hands up to wrap around the other’s neck, bringing her close. She’s unable to deny these lips, not when she dreamed of their taste and feel. Not when they are so soft against her own, not when Fu Hua’s scent and warmth envelops her at this very moment, addicting and intoxicating. Only when there is little to no air does she relaxes her hold on the other, letting distance to come between them, alas only for a short bit. 

“ Hua... ” 

Another whisper of her beloved’s name, Zarina wants nothing but to keep kissing her. If not for her recovery, she would’ve switched their positions, but she cannot. It’d be bad for them both, she just might lose the possibility to kiss her all she wants. Golden eyes stare deeply into the sky blue, brimming with affection and borderline worship of the other. Worship of love. There is desire lingering as well, not masked and not hidden from the plain sight as it usually is. All to keep their closeness, all to keep them together, all to not push Fu Hua away. Her sunlight, her warmth, the savior of her humanity and her wish to remain one with the world instead of moving on to join her brothers and her family. 

“ One more... Then, you can tell me anything you wanted, but... just one more, ” hot whisper against the plush lips before they unite in another kiss, eyes now closed to fully enjoy the experience. This warmth, this closeness, this gesture. The beast inside wishes to devour, but it’s shunned for the sake of tenderness and gentleness despite the passion behind such exchange. Zarina knows she won’t hear the end of it later on, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is the treasure in her embrace, the dream that turned into reality.

[viisiond]

@voracios​ said: ❝  here’s my prognosis :  will they live ?  doubtful .   ❞ // for baizhu 😌 Repo! The Genetic Opera Prompts // Accepting!

“Don’t tell me how to do my job, Valentine.” He frowned and looked at him, of course it was a painful scene for Baizhu to watch but if Valentine wanted to see if these poisons truly worked... then perhaps a showing would have been good.

It wasn’t like he was unfamiliar with the scenario.

“But you’re on the nose- they won’t. It takes skill and the right antivenom concoction to stop it from truly killing someone and even then you need to be fast with it...” A frown graced his features before he turned to him, “...and you’re positive this is what you want?”