#yandere elements

[neonpaperlanterns]

Under the same Moon

[part two]

A/N: I said it in the tags but I'll say it here to, this work is heavily inspired by everlasting rain-fall. They created the pages au and with their permission I am posting this on my tumbler. Also you should totally check out their Tumblr. Minors do not interact. That is not a place for you. Stay away.

Noor was excited, she was happy. She had finished the final installment of her first book series. Under the same Moon wasn’t the most high brow novel out there. It was a cheesy, maybe a bit predictable romance. But it was hers and the fans that she had accumulated over the years, well she loved them. 

Letting out a sigh she looked over the book she had spent the last six months writing. It ended with a wedding. After all the pining Noor has injected between the characters of Junko and Sota she thought that them finally being together was a nice ending. She was still a bit unsure about the small epilogue chapter. Though it was too late to change her mind she was still iffy on it. Fans had begged that Junko and Sota have a family. They wanted to see their relationship come to a certain fruition. So for the people that had gotten her here she relented. 

Sighing Noor sat down at her desk, her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She was ready to start on another book.

What was she going to write?

She wasn’t sure.

But as she was about to jot down ideas her Den Den Mushi went off. Absentmindedly she picked up the receiver. Her pencil tapped rhythmically against the wood.

“Hello?” she asked as the other end was oddly quiet. That caught her attention. “Um hello?” she asked again. No one answered, there was only silence. Hanging up she pushed what just happened from her mind. It wasn’t the first time she got a bizarre call.

It was easy to forget.

So when she got another call a week later she answered without hesitation.

“Hello?” her brows furrowed as she heard someone breathing. Noor sighed and felt her shoulders slump. “Alright, I’m going to hang up now.” she heard a choking sound on the other end.

“Don’t you dare hang up on me again.” she felt her heart plummet into her stomach. The voice was high pitched and the words came out as a dangerous plea.

“Do you know how upsetting it was for you to not even let me speak last time? You didn’t even give me a chance.” her legs felt like jelly and she had to lean against the counter. She should cut the transmission but her brain wasn’t working. The caller let out a heavy sigh.

“It’s alright though. I forgive you. I understand that you didn’t mean it. I know how much stress you're under right now.” Noor’s ears were buzzing. “Being pregnant with that bastard’s child-” she interrupted the man on the other end.

“You have the wrong frequency.” she slammed the receiver down. The poor snail’s eyes went wide and then shut down. Clutching at her chest she had to sit down. 

Trying to push that interaction from her mind proved much more difficult. She didn’t get another call but the feeling of being watched started to permeate her entire life.

Going to the market left her feeling like every slightly darkened corner held a thousand eyes.

She decided to go to the new cafe that opened and she could swear she felt someone breathing over her shoulder.

Hanging her laundry out on a beautiful day left her with the feeling that someone was just behind the billowing sheets. 

The only place she felt like she wasn’t being observed was in her own home. It was the only place she felt safe but that was gradually being taken away from her.

Notes were being stabbed into her door. Or slipped under her door. Some of them were absolutely ineligible. The paper looked like someone had cried over it, the ink smudged and ran down the page. Then there were the ones that she could read. 

They were mad at her.

They needed her.

They hated her.

They loved her.

She broke their heart and deserved to die.

But they forgave her and they were going to take care of all of her problems.

She burned every last note. New ones would appear and she didn’t read them, just burned them. She started finding trinkets on her bedroom window sill.

She stopped sleeping in her bedroom.

Noor felt something break inside her when she opened her door and there was a horrifying pulsing mass of flesh. She had slammed her door shut and vomited all over the floor. She moved that night. Took what she needed and crawled through the window. 

She got a blissful three months until she woke up one morning with a note placed on her pillow.

I don’t need you to have legs.

Noor didn’t know what to do. They found her and she knew if she ran again they would still find her. And while the note was short it got their point across.

She stopped leaving her house. Stopped leaving her room. Instead she layed curled up on her floor staring at her ceiling. Watching the fan spin languidly as the sun passed outside. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do. 

How was she supposed to live like this? That thought plagued her as she drifted to sleep that evening.

Groggily Noor woke that night with aching limbs but feeling oddly coddled. She didn’t remember her bed being this comfortable. Letting out a soft sigh she burrowed further into the mattress. Sleep was about to take her again when there was a shifting feeling underneath her. Something cool slithered over her body as smooth feeling tendrils grasp her wrists. 

Noor has never snapped into lucidity so quickly. Surging upward she felt herself sink further into her bed. 

“Oh you’re awake.” The voice raked across her ears uncomfortably as her head turned sharply. Chest heaving and eyes wide she peered through the gloom of her room. Squished in the doorway was a pale grinning monster. Sharp teeth caught the little light that filtered through the room. 

“I wasn’t expecting you conscious so soon.” he let out a tsking sound as he crawled closer. A scream caught in her throat as she tried to throw herself towards her window. But she can’t move and the thing holding her shifts again. A jagged smile encompasses her vision and she feels her heart plummet into her stomach. A horrid shadow version of the grinning monster is looming above her. 

“Trying to leave?” She hears him laugh as tears well up and roll down her cheeks. Her mind was racing and she didn’t want to look at him. Didn’t want to see whatever he was going to do to her.

Was he going to kill her?

Torture her?

“Why are you crying? I haven’t given you a reason to do so yet.” Her breath caught in her throat as his hand came up to wipe her tears away. Almost gingerly he grabs her chin and turns her to look at him.

“I can give you a reason to cry later. But first I need to get you home.” His hand trailed down her neck and over her chest to come to rest on her abdomen. His fingers tapped along the flat planes of her stomach. A high pitched hum leaves him as he suddenly digs his nails into her skin.

Noor yelps in pain and tries to squirm away but he doesn’t let her get far. His grin dripped with malice as he chuckled.

“We need to take care of your little problem after all.”

[exchangestudentnova]

Dr. Baizhu has his eyes set on you. He's so in love with you that he's willing to make you immortal as well so that the two of you could be together till the end of time.

Just like the rest of Liyue, you also had absolute faith in his Universal Diagnosis and Holistic Revivification but you don't fall ill so offen. You accompany the little children who's parents are too busy in their pursue of earning money in the harbour. Baizhu loves your little visits to bubu pharmacy, where you'll drop the kid off, talk to Qiqi, talk to Baizhu about the children's medication and take them back. He wishes to have a proper conversation with you but you don't seem to stay around.

Your head hurts. Suddenly from 2-3 days it started hurting in waves. Yesterday the pain was too much, so much so that you couldn't keep your eyes open and had to lie down.

"Dr Baizhu I took the medicine you gave yet I don't feel better. I hope it's not something bad." Baizhu places his hands under your chin and lifts it up to meet your eyes. "Don't fret dear, you can trust my Herbal Nourishment. You'll be fine in no time." So trust you did.

He treated you with utmost love and care, both medically and personally. But you noticed one thing. The more you went to Baizhu, the more.....'bizzare' your symptoms became. Symptoms that when others experienced, Baizhu would send them home with medications, but he asked you to stay with him, 'to keep an eye on you' he says

You lay on his bed, your body's temperature as high as humanly possible. It is becoming difficult for you to breath through your nose, the sound of you panting desperately for air filling the room. " Issssn't it wrong of you to keep this human conssssently ill" you could here the snake around his neck speak up. "Ah no worries, I will make sure their condition doesn't worsen, yet they are obliged to be under my care. After all the first they'll do when they wake is go back home. Now we can't have that can't we" Your head hurt too much to focus too well on his words, yet you still managed to crack open your eyes look up at him, seeing his Attentive Observation on you, a delightful smile on his face.

What can we say? He always had his eyes set on you.

[lilacwriter07]

my headcanon is that Lucifer does have a secret chubby kink .

Which happend when in Eden, he was worried Adam would run off someday . So when he saw the pregnant female animals, walk slower when their stomach grows . Did he take it upon himself, to fatten Adam up .

Ofcourse Adam confused as Lucifer almost chokes him with a banana, because the smaller angel was in a hurry .

years later Lucifer was kinda happy, to find Adam fatten up but now he has to find a way to get the chubby home in bed with him 😏

[crunkjesusart]

yall fuck with crossover fanfiction :)

phone wallpaper i made for myself and my own wittle project (dont ask about it i will ramble about my unfinished ideas for 7000 years)

[lindoesntwin]

THE HERO'S SAVIOR

A young child who has been experimented on by her father due to her potential in elementalism saves herself by clinging onto her cold grandfather.

Alternative titles: Destined to Be the Savior of the Protagonist; I'm Destined to Be the Savior of the Male Lead; It's My Destiny to Be the Hero's Savior 

[mychael-mylove]

Fanart of my favorite little boy, Mychael!! I did the coloring and writing; A friend did the outlines!! @deerspherestudios

[yanderejustforyou]

Golden Cage

Hughie barely registered the sensation of the cold, smooth floor beneath him as he stirred, his head pounding with disorienting intensity. Each throb resonated in his skull like a drum, making it almost impossible to gather his thoughts. The sterile brightness of the penthouse lights greeted him when he managed to pry his eyes open, each flicker stinging against his retinas, disorienting him further. He blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He wasn’t home; that much was clear.

A creeping wave of panic began to bubble to the surface of his consciousness as he attempted to move, only to find that he couldn’t. He tugged at his wrists and ankles, his heart racing as he discovered they were secured—bound with unnervingly soft material to a sleek, steel chair. The contradiction of the soft binding against the cold, unyielding metal only heightened his anxiety. A figure loomed nearby, imposing and eerily calm, too perfect, too polished to belong to this world.

“Good, you’re awake,” Homelander said, his voice dripping with something that danced between mockery and a twisted affection, as if he were speaking to a beloved pet rather than a captive. The casual cruelty in his tone sent a chill down Hughie’s spine, igniting a fierce instinct to resist.

“What the hell is this?” Hughie’s voice cracked, hoarse and dry as sandpaper, each word a struggle against the overwhelming dread.

Homelander tilted his head slightly, a faint, predatory smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he stepped closer. “A new arrangement,” he said simply, his voice smooth and persuasive, laced with an unsettling sense of authority. “You’ve been running around with that group for far too long. It’s time for a change.”

Hughie’s pulse spiked dangerously, the implication of those words hanging heavy in the air. “You can’t keep me here!” he shouted, defiance fueling his voice, but inside he felt the tremors of fear taking hold.

With a grace that seemed almost inhuman, Homelander crouched so they were at eye level, the faint glow of his eyes—a sickening, electric blue—sending a shiver down Hughie’s spine. “Oh, I can,” he replied, the smug grin on his face widening. “And I will.” His confidence was absolute, a chilling reminder of the power he wielded.

The penthouse was a lavish prison, its luxury only amplifying Hughie’s suffocating sense of entrapment. The windows stretched from floor to ceiling, offering a breathtaking view of the sprawling city below—its glimmering lights and distant sounds mocking him with the freedom that was just out of reach, an illusion he could almost touch.

Days blurred into nights, the rhythm of time lost as each one was marked by Homelander’s overbearing presence. He oscillated between sickeningly sweet gestures—surprising Hughie with gourmet meals that only reminded him of what he had lost and wrapping him in warm, plush blankets during the chill of the night—and chilling threats that lingered in the air like an impending storm whenever Hughie dared to push back against his captivity.

“You don’t understand how lucky you are,” Homelander hissed one evening, his voice low and dangerous, standing over Hughie with a predatory gleam in his eye that set his teeth on edge. “The world out there? It’s cruel. But here? You’re safe. Protected. With me.” Each word dripped with condescension, as if he believed he was doing Hughie a favor by keeping him locked away.

Hughie swallowed hard, his resolve hardening as he met Homelander’s gaze. “This isn’t protection—it’s prison,” he declared defiantly, the weight of the truth heavy in the air between them.

For a fleeting moment, Homelander’s smile faltered, his jaw tightening imperceptibly. A flicker of vulnerability crossed his features, an unguarded moment that made Hughie wonder if perhaps, beneath the facade, there lay a crack in Homelander’s carefully constructed armor. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by a cold, calculating stare that sent a chill down Hughie's spine.

“You’ll see, Hughie,” he said quietly, almost conspiratorially, his voice laced with both menace and an almost childlike need for validation. “You’ll see that this is what’s best for you. For both of us.” The words echoed ominously in Hughie’s mind, the promise wrapped in threat making it clear that escape from this nightmare was far from assured.

Homelander’s gaze was unyielding as he watched Hughie, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room with a predatory focus. The sterile walls of the luxurious penthouse felt like they were closing in, their opulence a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside Hughie’s mind. Hughie tried to block out Homelander’s watchful presence, diverting his attention to the towering glass windows that framed the sprawling city below. The multitude of city lights blinked like distant stars, a mesmerizing sight that symbolized freedom—an elusive concept that felt forever out of reach for him, a cruel tease that mocked his captivity.

“Are you going to sulk all night?” Homelander’s voice shattered the silence, oozing with an insincere cheerfulness that made Hughie’s skin crawl. He stood by the elegantly set table, a bottle of red wine in one hand, and two pristine glasses in the other, the scene playing out like a twisted dinner invitation.

“I’m not sulking,” Hughie muttered, attempting to mask the bitterness in his tone.

Homelander chuckled, a sound that was equal parts amusement and condescension. “Sure you’re not,” he replied, his words dripping with a mocking tone that only deepened Hughie’s sense of isolation. As he approached, his movements were languid and deliberate, as if he relished the tension in the air. He set the glasses down on the polished surface of the table, pouring the wine with an elegance that only further emphasized the absurdity of the situation. “You know, I’ve been more than accommodating. I could’ve been… harsher.”

Hughie felt the anger simmering beneath his surface, clenching his fists tightly, the silk ties binding him loosely a constant reminder of his precarious situation. Homelander’s restraint was deliberate; he never tied him too tightly, never left marks. It was as if he wanted to cloak the sinister nature of his actions in a guise of intimacy, twisting the reality of Hughie’s imprisonment into something that felt almost personal.

“This isn’t normal,” Hughie managed to say, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and resolve. “You’re not protecting me—you’re controlling me.”

Homelander sighed dramatically, tilting his head as if Hughie’s words had struck a chord of disappointment. “Why do you always see the worst in me?” he questioned, crouching down to bring his face closer to Hughie’s. “I’m not the villain here, Hughie. I’m the one person in your life who truly cares.”

Hughie let out a hollow laugh, a sound that echoed in the stillness of the room. “Cares? You kidnapped me,” he retorted, the absurdity of the statement hanging heavily in the air.

Homelander’s demeanor shifted, his expression hardening as he reached out, gripping Hughie’s chin with a forceful yet measured hold. “I saved you,” he whispered, his voice low and intense, his breath warm against Hughie’s skin. “From those fools who would’ve gotten you killed. From a world that doesn’t deserve you.”

In that moment, Hughie felt his breath hitch, a flutter of doubt creeping into his mind as he held Homelander’s gaze. There was something unhinged in those blue depths, an intensity that both terrified and captivated him, but also an undeniable sincerity that made him question everything he thought he knew about his captor.

“You don’t have to pretend to like this,” Homelander said softly, his thumb brushing against Hughie’s jaw in a gesture that felt strangely intimate. “But you will, eventually. You’ll see that you belong here. With me.”

Hughie wanted to argue, to unleash the torrent of indignation swirling inside him, but the words died on his lips, trapped in the suffocating silence that surrounded them. Instead, he turned his face away, his silence a small, yet defiant act of rebellion in the face of Homelander’s overwhelming presence.

Homelander sighed once more, straightening his posture and stepping back with an air of finality. “You’ll come around,” he said, his tone lightening as he adopted a singsong quality. “You always do.”

With that, he strolled toward the balcony, leaving Hughie alone once again with his tumultuous thoughts. The untouched wine glasses on the table served as a stark reminder of the twisted semblance of normalcy that Homelander so desperately tried to create. Hughie’s heart raced as he grappled with the reality of his situation, the dichotomy of feeling both captive and cherished, as he pondered the uncertain path that lay ahead.

Hughie stared at the glass nearest to him, wondering if there was a way to use it—to escape. But deep down, he knew Homelander would see through any plan. He always did.

[vergilthelibrarian]

In God's Name.

Part 2

You were taught to believe in God. To trust in God because he is always watching, and you wouldn’t want to disappoint God now would you?

To believe in God is to fear God.

To fear what he may do to you if you didn’t believe in him. If you didn’t trust him. If you didn’t give yourself entirely to him.

As a child, you believed, only because that's what you were told to do, but as you became older, you began to wonder why God needed to be feared in ordered to be loved.

You wouldn’t trust a mortal king if he needed fear in order to have control so why would you trust an immortal being that calls itself a God?

The people around you warned you about the wrath of God and that you should never utter his actual name. That only the priests can say his name and communicate with him. Again, you didn’t understand. God is supposed to be loving, right? You were always told how loving God was as a child but the more you became older, the more it seemed that God’s love was conditional. You needed to obey him in order to receive his love.

Mass was over for the day, and you decided to hang out at the church. It was a normal thing for the residents to just hang out at the church when mass was over. Whether they were continuing to pray, catching up with friends, gossiping, the church served other purposes besides religious ones and it was generally open every day except when they needed to do private ceremonies.

Whenever you stayed around after mass, you couldn’t help but admire the statues and stain glassed windows and paintings that decorated the church. The candles that lit up the hallways that weren’t renovated with electricity yet… It was beautiful and you always felt a sense of peace whenever you were here.

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe in God, you did.

You believed that a God or even multiple Gods existed, but you were questioning this God’s true intentions. The God you were taught to believe in.

As you rubbed your rosary, you walked past a door that was slightly open. Faint voices coming from the room made you stop in place and you began walking to the door, peeking in to see what was happening.

You see two priests guiding a young man who was a priest in training. He was reading from a book, whispering something. Your grip on your rosary became tight, your nerves were beginning to tingle with a sense of anxiety, but you couldn’t explain why. Yet though you were beginning to become anxious, you couldn’t look away. You were a very curious thing.

As you continue to watch, you heard the young man say a name, and though it was a whisper, you heard the name as clear as blue skies on a sunny day.

“Vergil.”

Suddenly, the air around you became cold, and a heavy sense of dread began to fill in your body. You knew right then and there that you just heard something you weren’t supposed to. Yet you still couldn’t look away, and as you continued to watch, your breath became caught in your throat.

A man with striking white hair soon appeared from an opening, a portal. His face was stoic, his sharp, piercing eyes were an icy blue, and he towered over the 3 men despite the men being rather tall themselves.

You needed to leave.

Whatever those 3 were doing, you obviously had no business knowing and besides, the sense of dread you were feeling intensified the moment the white-haired man came into your view.

Before you were about to turn away however, you gulped, freezing in place as you suddenly made eye contact with the man.

He held his gaze on you, looking directly in your eyes, and you found it hard to look away from him. You found it hard to breathe. Soon, a small smile grew on the man’s lips as he continued to gaze into your eyes and the 3 other men looked to see where he was looking.

“How long have you been here?!” one of the men said angrily as he began to make his way to the door and that alone broke you out of your frozen stupor and you ran away from the door. What you didn’t see however, was the white-haired man giving the priest a deadly glare, telling him without words to not move.

You ran to the entrance of the church, running off the premises and just kept running until your legs felt sore. As you stopped to catch your breath, your mind was racing with a million and one thoughts.

And that one thought in your mind that stood out from the million was: Did I just see God?

And if you did see God, if that truly was the God you were taught to love, fear, and worship, you now knew his name, something that you weren’t supposed to know.

You decided that it would be good to not go to mass for a while.

Curiosity truly is both a blessing and a curse…

[brainrotfm]

i just love the idea of cherry picker geto, who exclusively fucks virgins just begging to lose their virginity bc they want to experience sex and him being delighted to oblige :))))

[darlingpwease]

♡ unhealthy behaviour, dommale elements, fingering (g.), talismans as a sex toy but not exactly, you can read with both a pussy for both Wei Wuxian & reader or with some alternative genitals

we need to talk. we need to talk about reader who cares very very very much about preserving their 'virginity' (for various reasons), and WEI WUXIAN, who is very interested in this when he hears it for the first time — and, as a close good friend, goes forward, offering talismans with which one could achieve such an effect.

of course, at first it doesn't work very well — talismans, after all, are not exactly created for such things, but WEI WUXIAN is almost too keen on this topic, perfecting them from time to time to make sure that the desired effect will be achieved, convince you to try again; of course, while watching the whole process to understand what's wrong and regularly checking 'to make sure and understand what the flaw was', and although your genitals are the same, he can't resist being obsessive with the idea of being the only one who sees you like this — and takes care of himself that no one but him could do anything to you.

and it's not that you're so dumb that you don't see his obsessive fascination with what his fixation shouldn't be so persistent on, — but you indulge by letting WEI WUXIAN be between your thighs while his eyes shine with a mixture of delight and excitement, carefully attaching a new talisman or removing an old one, biting his tongue so as not to say anything vulgar or strange, fearing that it will make you refuse his 'help'.

of course, you also help him later, fingering him until he cums after he's been messing around between your thighs for too long, not wanting to get out, but rather stay here and live forever — and you, in turn, like a good friend that is no longer ready to put up with his increased passive aggressiveness towards to others and jealousy, also go towards.

in your own way, of course.

[stargazeraldroth]

Hear me out, stars sans poly but it’s shattered and whatever like swap sans would qualify for the shattered star sanses, but ink’s normal

What do you think of that?

You have been heard, anon! I am fully supportive of this concept/dynamic and I am here for it.

As a matter of fact, me and @lix88888 have actually talked about this very idea before! I believe the evil Blue that we used was a tweaked version of Yanberry, where we took away a lot of questionable and UwU traits. And I believe both Blue and Shattered were yanderes, but I could be wrong about that. But for the sake of the ask (and because I don't remember much about the AU right now), I'm gonna start from scratch on the dynamic.

From a general standpoint, I think this pairing has a lot of potential dynamics and ways it could go. You could take a yandere approach, an angsty approach, or you could be fluffy with it. I'm going to try and keep a very neutral approach that could be applied to any of these interpretations (though whether or not I'll succeed in doing so is another subject)

I think Shattered would be more open about his attraction than Dream would be. He's more flirty and isn't shy about his feelings, so he's very upfront with them with the other two. He would find any shyness about it on their ends to be adorable, but would be displeased with himself for any hesitation. The way he sees it, Dream was all the "weak" parts of himself, including any bashfulness about feelings. And do you wanna know something? He likes that Ink hasn't changed much. He likes that Ink's still working as the Protector, that he still values the AUs and goes to stop Error and Nightmare. Imo, Shattered wouldn't be very fond of Evil!Ink (which a lot of people have as just blank). Not only would a constantly blank Ink be utterly boring, but that's not who he fell in love with in the first place. That's like someone else entirely. Also, if Ink DID turn evil like them, then they couldn't have their play fights whenever they decide to cause trouble!

As for Blue, I'm not gonna be doing a Yanberry iteration here. He's just... evil now. I don't know why he is, but he is. Not much has changed about his dynamic with the other two, though he is a bit confused on why Ink's so... casual about all of this. Doesn't he care that they're not helping anymore? There's no tension with that, it's mostly surprise and curiosity.

And Ink? He doesn't really care what they're up to. After all, this must've been the Creators' will! It's all meant to happen! So he has no reason to interfere with any of it. Besides, they know how hard his job is, it's not like they're making it any harder on him.

Just. Ink with evil boyfriends. Yes.

[kit-williams]

You make me want to write Yanderes for my oc legion, the Dawn Seekers.

I mean yeah sure if you wanna I might wanna be ya know tagged in it if you do so...

No pressure or anything but like are you like thinking of doing a chapter serf darling or a civilian darling?

[kimium]

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

One shot. Bad Timeline.

"Then, in spring, Shouichi met Byakuran.

It was a quiet meeting, innocuous in the same way poison slipped into tea was. Brushing of shoulders and a stumbled apology in the middle of a busy hallway. Shouichi vividly remembered the heat that danced across his cheeks as his gaze fell upon the single most beautiful person he’d ever met."

Memories are stored in photos and homes. (Or, Shouichi's first meeting with Byakuran and Byakuran's -insert number here- meeting with Shouichi.)

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Hello everyone! I am back with another bad timeline 100/51 fic! I had so much fun writing this one! I especially loved adding photos/houses as a repeating element. I hope you enjoy this fic, just please read my tags and author’s note! I have my usual posessive Byakuran in this story!

[amazingbananabread]

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✮ My music taste is all over the place, I just listen to whatever that sounds good to me. (As shown in my M.I.L.T.H playlist in my YouTube)

★ I'm a girl (she/her), so..yeah.

✱ NOTE: Btw, I'm like, very gray on neopronouns and xenogenders, so you could follow me but just don't interact with me a lot cuz I might get pronouns here and there mixed up. I'm not an anti, just not to keen on the idea but will try my best. :^[[

Currently, i'm in:

THE ELTINGVILLE CLUB !! 👓📺🎮

and..

TOTAL DRAMA !!! 🤖���🕶

Ngl, i'm having a lil crush on Alejandro, Mal, Duncan, Jerry, Bill at the moment.. 👉👈 💜

DO NOT INTERACT ME OR MY BLOGS IF YOU'RE:

× A PROSHIPPER. (No offense but I don't like y'all. Just don't interact this blog or me, heck, block me!)

× A DARKSHIPPER. (URGHHHHH YOU REEK, GTFO....)

× A PEDO. (no explanation, i will never call you sick people MAPS because you a disgrace to the society, the fact you trying to hide your disgusting fantasies as a pride flag is already frustrates me. And the fact the other definitions of MAP is now associated with you kind of people...just don't interact with this blog.)

× A SELFSHIP HATER. (look, you can literally block me if you don't like selfship content or me but don't harass me, ok?)

× A RCTA. (i'm sorry but changing your race is literally like disrespecting both your ancestors and the country you want to chane race. Don't ask me any further questions relating to this cause i see people like this and it frustrates me that they are this dumb and delusional, and even i'm delusional too, just for another reason.)

× A TERF. (no, just no.)

× A M.D.N.I BLOG. (Minor Do Not Interact ; srry buddy but if I couldn't interact with your blog then you're not allowed to interact mine either. Pretty odd to add here but then again, it could happen at any time now..)

× A LOLI/SHOTACON. (EWWWW GTFU AWAY FROM ME...)

× AGE IS 29 AND UP. (Sorry bud, you're either a pedo or you're desperate for some interactions that you're interacting with a minor. I have limits to people interacting with me. The only exceptions though are if i followed you before or i have several interactions with you just enough that i'd kinda let you interact. It's pretty complicated.)

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!!!!! also i just wanna thank everyone for the love ): my life is kinda !! hectic atm, but i'm slowly getting back into the swing of things <3 i might be able to work on some requests later tn after my paper and midterm, but no promises. make sure you guys are taking good care of yourselves! your faves would want that <3

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

PhoenixEclipse AU - Summery

AU Summery - In my AU both Wukong and Macaque are sealed under the mountain caged behind a great stone gate carved with enchantments and thick golden chains. They get into several arguments but remain a couple (they are a couple here).

They are freed by The Monk Tripitaka who is accompanied by Quan Yin and my OC Phoenix who is helping the Monk for her own gain, not to complete his journey but because they are heading in the same direction. Quan Yin immediately puts the rings on their heads because otherwise they would have killed the monk immediately.

Initially they hate Phoenix because she is helping the monk. However over time as she defends them from the circlets and heals the injuries they bring, they begin to take a deep liking to her. They don’t know what she is but they begin to want her, and well demons are known to be selfish, especially these two demons. Once they realize their feelings for her they basically flip a switch from snapping and yelling at her to flirting and protecting.

Note: I will admit that I was inspired by SemiSolidMind, their Bad End Wukong and Twice as Bad AU. It is NOT THE SAME as their AU but I took inspiration from it.