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its-dari · 10 months

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The Loving Hands of God

Creator AU - Where the reader is treated like a diety by the characters of Genshin Impact

Pairing(s): None || PLATONIC: Son! Wanderer & Parental! Gender Neutral! Creator! Reader Summary: He is reminded everyday that you chose him. But some days are harder than others; and he's grateful to have you sweep the cloudy skies away.

A/N: I don't really play Genshin but here we are, I'm just getting out my ideas - don't mind me.

This Wanderer is named "Kaito(神愛)", with the characters written for "god" and "love". I thought it could be cute to kind of give a call back to his origin but something also to remind him of how far he's come. He also calls the reader "Oya", which is the best thing I could get to a gender neutral Japanese term for mother or father.

I won't be taking requests! This is most likely a one time thing. This is also inspired by "this lovely piece" by @dropletpetals

(Extra Miscellaneous HCs: "The Son of Graces")

Warning(s): Wanderer backstory spoilers! Some revenge. This was written on my phone so forgive any errors.

Over grassy, rolling knolls - filled to the brim with blooming flowers in his favorite colors and breeds. Even under the loving warmth of sun on his cheeks and clouds turning themselves into the childish shapes of his desire. Even as the song on the winds speak his new name into his ears, the bonfires below burning it up so it reached the heavens. to the voices of acolytes proclaiming it so...

He was worried.

Worried and waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He was unwanted everywhere else.

By his mother, who made him a puppet - who left him with no identity or name

By the Fatui, who deemed him unworthy.

So when it came to be; the Creator's return to the mortal plane...

When he'd come to demand answers, angry about simply existing.

Your voice so gentle and warm, apologizing that you were not there to help him when he called to your name in begs and prayers. When the world you made and hurt him so much and how sorry you were that it treated him so cruelly... He felt the sincerity pouring through every pore, it washed over him - like a blanket.

You understood his pain.

He found that you had long since been asleep, since the dawn of the Archonic creation. Even the small bit of divinity used to create each drained your body, already tired from forming Teyvat with your hands. So you could not know of the acts being committed in your name, what those of your own blood were doing.

"If I had known one of mine created their own, I would have cherished them like I did them." You said with a softness only rivaled by your hands.

He had fallen to his knees, unable to stand after the crushing weight of pain fell upon him. You were not completely blameless...

But you did not lie to him.

Did not abandon him.

You stayed until the tears dried up, stroking his sore eyes.

"So now that I know she did not love you like you deserve... You are mine now." He nearly fell again, but your embrace held him up. "You will be my son... And I will give you everything."

How it was so warm and loving, arms cradling him as if he were nothing more than a babe. His hands white-knuckling at your divine robes as he just sniveled into your chest, no doubt covering them in his snot and tears... But you didn't care, cooing sweetly to the boy about how he's already made you proud. How you already loved him.

He nearly cried again when you gave him his name.

"You will be my son, so your name will have our title."

You pondered about it for a while before having a servant fetched ink and parchment. It was a bit unusual, seeing you hold the calligraphy brush. Seeing the ink touching the edges if your sleeves and staining them, but you just smile so brightly when it is finished.

「神愛」

He longed for a place to belong, for an identity... For someone or something to give him worth.

You have given him all these things.

He was uncomfortable at first having it, as it was blatantly a reminder of his lineage. of the woman who abandoned him... Of beelzebul.

But you only smiled.

"It is to remind everyone where you started," your hands come to guide him "and how far you've come."

"The character for god, so you always remember me and so I am always with you." You hummed a lullby as the strokes appeared across the parchment. "And the character for love so you know how much I have for you."

He smudges ink on his robes too, unable to stop smiling as his whispered his name to himself.

Kaito was the name on the tongues of the acolytes once his adoption was raised outside your walls domain. Call of festivals was announced to welcome him into the fold, into the public, as the beloved son of Teyvat's dear Creator soon to be celebrated as well.

For if he was worthy in the eyes of the Creator; he should also be worshipped.

He laughed at Beelzebul's frantic correspondence sent to you; of which descended into begging for at least a letter to be sent... You had found yourself simply unable to deal with her after finding out what she'd done to him, decidedly icing her out on his behalf.

It was a wonderful feeling being loved, as sweet as it would be showing her what had become of her puppet.

He allowed an invitation to his coronation be sent to her, despite your worries about his mental health.

"Are you sure you want to see her, dear? it'd be so dreadful if she ruined your special day." You asked him gently, your concern making his cold heart swell.

"I will be fine," he insisted as you settle another crown to test on his head, amused "it will show her what she missed and how much it cost her."

You laughed at the cruelty but don't otherwise protest.

You didn't find a crown suited to him that day, though you thanked the providers. The items were returned and shop-keeps were able to keep them as they were considered beautiful pieces by the creator.

The day came and he still did not have a crown.

But he trusted you to find one, as you insisted it would be only appropriate as he was your son.

The day had come quicker than he would have liked, how he was primped and cleansed - donning the celestial robes of the creator.

Of you, his darling guardian.

They were deep violet, small pearlescent spots likes stars crawling up the gold trimmed edges. His under clothes blacker than the abyss, the servants in awe of his beauty. Leaving him bashfully flushing and modestly brushing off their assorted compliments. He dripped in opulence, gold pieces to accent his looks as the crackle of blessing came from the Gnosis you made personally for him.

As he finally was ready, he wondered if he was worthy.

Your eyes sparkled like gems when you saw him, taking him in your open arms and bursting in joy. Happy to see him looking so handsome and playfully crooning about his future partner in a manner that made him absolutely red in embarrassment.

You only laughed and softly spoke, "Come baby, there is a whole world to show that you are worthy of worship."

His hand was clasped in your's, the walk slow and almost agonizing. The chattering of people growing less distant with the passing moments, his hands shake and he needed a second as you stepped onto the balcony first.

The cheers of Teyvat boomed like a sonic roar, your hymns and prayers called to the wind as the ground and skies bellowed your name. He is terrified....

But he is ready.

You lifted your hands for silence, still smiling as bright and as warm as the sun. The hush that came was nearly instant, eager faces peering up in utter reverence. Archons on high waiting to hear your lovely voice.

"My dear creations, Teyvat.... As you have heard, I have found a son." The cheers from below just made you smile wider "It is much more than just finding someone worthy to hold my place and succeed me, it is because I love this boy... Love him so dearly that I wanted him as my own, he deserves your worship. Deserves to be loved as much as I. He'd gone through much pain and it broke my heart to know that this world that I made treats its kind people with such cruelty."

Your eyes watered when the people join together, holding hands and each other.

"If I could take all the suffering, I would... But feeling and understanding pain is what shows we are alive, that we are stronger for persevering." your voice shook, "And my poor boy had been through so much."

Your hands wipe your eyes and they watch, captivated at your grace and beauty - even in your sorrow. But then you give them a smile again and step aside, calling to the masses in pride that is so reminiscent of a parent.

"I, the All-Creator, Jewel of Celestia, have the greatest pleasure to present to you; your prince and my son..." The curtains pull back and he walked onto the balcony, beams of light shining off his hair and deep eyes. "Young lord Kaito of Teyvat!!!"

The screams would be deafening if you both weren't so high up, the chants of his new name louder than he can even think. The shouts of praise nearly make him shrink, but he stood tall. Especially as your hand touched his back, as your smiling face came into his peripheral. With his head up, he looked at them dead on and waved.

He smiled.

Especially as his sharp eyes caught Beelzebul's pale, shocked face. but the fuzzy warmth in his chest only grew as your fingers touched the top of his head.

From your touch, your grace washed over him. The weight of a diadem formed on his head. The Gnosis on his chest buzzed to life and his body rolled in a brightness rivaled only by the stars, from his skin to his blood - it was if he was charged with energy. A power that was unlike anything else he'd ever had.

"Divinity suits you, Kaito." You hummed, taking his hand.

Kaito smiled shyly and just squeezed your hand and whispered, "Only because I take after you, Oya."

At your side, he finally has a place.

He finally has his rightful godly status.

As he looked to see pride in your glittering tears and smile nearly blinding... A peace like no other settled within him.

He belongs.

He is worthy.

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asmrtist-brainrot · 8 months

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Yandere Listeners

Again, it's mostly soft yans. But I wanted to explore the ideas a little more.

I'll be using they/them pronouns since the Listeners have characterization that I can reposition.

The most murdery/violent is probably Boo.

Have this as a little apology for my lack of posts. ^^;

This might just be a part one to more???

~ Dari

Warning(s): References of murder, stabbing, knives, decapitation, torture, and knives. Implied Cannibalism(mostly just a Sweeney Todd reference). Bittersweet Spoilers. Disturbing - Obsessive/Possessive Behavior.

Angel (Redacted ASMR)

honestly, it only took a moment for them want to start following David

usually though, it's not in their MO or yandere type to be stalking - but after they've seen him again and again so many times... they just accept it as is

even actively looking for him and used their charm and natural charisma to be able to make him believe that it was a coincidence

lowkey delusional; most definitely thinks of their meetings as fated

honestly... Michael might have the worst experience in this timeline because the minute he presented himself as a possible threat to their relationship with David, they're ready to cash in his life warranty

and steal their cat back

they adore the wolf pack and quietly considers killing for them, and often; it's pretty darn likely that they could get away with it too - after all...

they're only a delicate little unempowered human. how could they have killed someone so much stronger than them?

like Sweetheart's asshole coworkers, Quinn, and so on are probably... not safe?

they don't usually end up going through with killing after the mention of seers and telepaths being a thing; but there are some rather twisted ideas in their head on how they'd deal with Quinn

he is most definitely not prepared when he goes after them

they learned everything they could about vampires and used every exploitable thing to use against him

he was lucky he was caught, Angel would have somehow turned his ribs into a knife holder and turned his spine into a belt for what he's done

Caelum is probably pretty concerned with all these... thoughts that pass through their feelings -

but they haven't ever acted on any of them, so it should be okay!

... right?

Boo (YuuriVoice)

they're unsurprisingly willing to kill for their boys, that was definitely after their brief internal rage at Seth reappearing and raising hell

honestly, when when they seeked him out in the woods - his fate hinged on how he would have reacted to their confrontation...

it was likely he would've easily been poisoned and body disposed of, if not for the fact that Boo was still emotionally mature and fully self-aware

their bloodlust fell away when they see how broken up he truly was and that he just... wanted to move on

so they helped, despite their obsession screeching at them not to

when Seth was jumped, when you saw him busted up - that was it

he was under your protection, and you promised to yourself that you'd gut Derek like a fish given the first chance

you would see the son of a fuck dead if it was the last thing you did

even Charlie and Jessie weren't necessarily safe, being as you could still be reasoned with - it was good you didn't have to kill them

"that boy's got a family now and ain't nothing gonna take it from him" is the line that saved Jess from your wrath in particular

you were sure you couldn't help Seth heal his poor little heart from this loss

but if either of them made sure that harm could never come to your boys again - you would absolutely wipe them too

the only people that are aware is the storyweaver Finn

and Derek, who is most definitely terrified of you, regardless if he's been killed in another storyline (the percentage of you killing him vs. everyone else is high, so you've been the end of him many times)

there are bloodier timelines - ones with Seth disappearing after the first confrontation, ones where Jessie is presumably wiped by Derek, where Charlie was allegedly to be caught by another thug for bring a rat... Just ones with you with another body under your belt

it's really good that Alphonse and Seth never find out about this streak of cruelty - you could never bring it in yourself to hurt them after learning to love them so deeply

when Al warns other people to be more concerned about what you could do over what he would do is more true than he could ever know

everybody is real fucking lucky that you weren't Sweeney Todd's Ms. Lovett, because the body count on you could make enough meat pies to fill a house

Cheeky (Scythe Audio)

bitches should be absolutely praying that they don't drive this little lightbulb over the edge, because they are asking for all the wrong things to happen

Cheeky is a pacifist for the most part, they fight to defend, to make sure they're doing their part in saving the world and can instants when people need to die for the greater good

but people need to stop testing them

the yan trait thing wss probably triggered through their isolation as an experiment, realizing how alone they were

seeing V again and being able to live with him was enough for them to grow that attachment; Cheeky is also very lucid and try everything to stamp out their tendencies

L in particular was saved because she was just so very important to their V, despite their burning jealousy

the Atrocity was actually surpised at the fact their utter fury and bloodlust at the loss of the children, that it was all pointed at him as well

it also amused him as he taunted them for being kindred spirits

at least until they broke out of his mind control with the blood boiling wrath they felt at being compared to him in any manner

Atrocity is even taken aback by the animosity

"How can we be alike if you have no one? When no one ever loved you in the first place?"

they stabbed him right in that sore spot, having seen into his mind for just a second

their light powers are nearly bolstered by this love for V and L and their hits actually hurt... they hurt a lot

but they're still not as skilled yet, so the other two still stepped in...

maybe it's best they learn how to channel this rage of their's; with any luck, they could do more permanent damage

they aim to keep him Atrocity as a toothless head and watch him die slowly...

hopefully in time

but first, they have a bone to pick with Anima

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hydrangeasimagination · 1 year

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Enough Rope

Royal Gay AU - An alternate universe created by @i-cant-sing surrounding Yandere BNHA Characters making up different kingdoms, where in which the Reader's is the daughter of Dabi and Hawks. Though reluctantly; as the relationship is strained by the murder of her mother.

Pairing(s): Sultan! Dabi / Todoroki Touya X Courtesan! Hawks / Takami Keigo || Implied! Barbarian Prince! Bakugo Katsuki X She/Her! Sultana! Reader, Implied! Past! Akaguro Chizome / Stain X Reader's Mother

Summary: It was inevitable that you'd take the throne, you were groomed you're whole life for it. But never did Dabi think you'd have to take it so young. Nor in the matter you took it.

A/N: I wanted to get some vindication, Dabi and Hawks absolutely boil my blood in this AU so I kinda get to be a little vicious. The reader looks like her mum but has Dabi’s eyes, also uses SHE/HER and is referred to as Sultana.

(My addition of Stain + his relationship with her mother are non-canonical to the actual series.)

Warning(s): Character Death/Murder. Blood. Obsessive/Possessive Behavior. Reader is staging a coup. Angst. Cursing. Crying. Parental Death.

... You looked so much like your mother.

The royal colors looked beautiful on you, dripping in golds and silks. Ornate and elaborate, the veil settled on top of your head accentuated the set of white pearls that crowned it. Today of all days, anyone that gazed upon the newly coronated sultana and was absolutely mesmerized by the beauty that was even rule.

You even threw out the traditional blues and were wrapped in a beautifully dyed peachy pink.

Your late mother's favorite color.

In your throne, sat upon the cushion, alongside a blond prince about your age.

While his fingers entwined with one, you lifted the other delicate hand - fingers adorned with your grandmother's rings - to silence the room.

Dabi knew this day would eventually come, that he'd see you become Sultana with conviction and ambition running through your veins. A time he'd hope to be alive to see, with Keigo beside him.

He was still amazed to see it, despite his disdain for the colors you chose and holding that dragon brat's hand just to spite him.

... But as he was in chains, there was little to be done.

His daughter, so frail and weak, usurped the throne from him in one fell swoop.

Her soft little hands dug into his chest to rip out his heart, covering the innocent skin in the blood of his stabbed back. Her soft little self reaching out to the cruelly harmed citizens of their home to call them to her side.

As he looked up at his daughter, who looked almost 10 years older. Her eyes glaring icy daggers through him like he was nothing was perhaps the worst thing of all.

Keigo is bruised from the chains, wings nonexistent, as Enji took care in scorching them down to nothing. He was a mess and struggling, hissing at the guard, who proceeded to slam the man into the floor.

"Show some respect to the new Sultana." Kai commanded, clearly enjoying seeing how the blond practically foamed at the mouth.

"She's my daughter," He hissed between his teeth, "Know your place."

Your gaze sharpened and your voice boomed, "Do not speak, whore, lest I have Akaguro tear your tongue between your teeth."

Dabi briefly mulled over the fact that you sounded so much like him, authoritarian, an intense need to just... Collapse, washing though him as he realized what monster he'd created. He can't speak, he just stared at you.

Keigo looked shocked and indignant at your insult and order, opening his mouth to chide you for language before fingers snapped out and gripped his tongue.

The mercenary was someone deeply close to your mother when they were young, her sense of charity and kindness reached his heart.

Someone that she probably would've married if not for the caste system. He was selfish and he loved her, but keeping her safe from his life of crime meant that he had to let her go... He would.

Akaguro adored you as easily as he did his beloved friend.

So hearing that you were torn apart by the death of your mother, meant he was the perfect sword to point at the opposition.

In pure combat ability, Dabi didn't stand a chance.

Chizome looked to you as your father did.

The latter can see the satisfaction in your eyes, a smile so gentle and relaxed that he wondered how long it had been since he's seen you like that. How long it had been since he’d seen this expression directed at him.

“Let go for now.” You sweetly said, eyes falling over your father.

Before, he took pride in your eyes.

They were blue, the bluest of blue, like his.

As they coldly took him in, as they hardened to ice and threatened to burn him down... He wondered where everything started to go wrong.

You leaned forward a bit.

Your burning gaze didn’t leave him.

Deepening, darkening.

“Do you love me daddy?” You asked softly, so softly that he almost didn’t hear you.

It was shocking, jarring, even more heartbreaking when your eyes instead fill with tears past all the anger.

A sadness that chilled him to the bone.

Breaking his aching heart further.

Especially as your voice trembled, watery.

Just...

Sent a spike of panic straight down to his gut.

Was this why you did it?

Because you believed he didn’t love you anymore?

“Of course.” He didn’t hesitate, didn’t breath as he watched your face.

“Then...” You frown, looking as if you were about to start crying. “Then would you kill for me?”

“Always.”

He meant it.

He’d done it before.

“T - then why do you keep hurting me? Why do you keep hurting my feelings?”

The sob that filled your questions just broke him.

Ripping into his ribcage so painfully that he felt himself feel faint.

“Why did you keep Keigo around knowing I hated him? Knowing that I couldn’t stand him?” You hiccupped, the blond beside you turning to wipe your face with his hands “Is... Is it because you love him more than me?”

“NO!!!” He nearly screamed.

His eyes were wide, manic.

Panic pounding his senses as he realized why you might have done what you did.

That the heartbreak drove you into taking control because you felt unloved.

That he drove you into it.

“Prove it...”

Your blue eyes remained set on him.

There’s cold steel suddenly in his hands, a dagger, long and ornate.

“Kill him.”

A terrified face filled his vision as he turned to his concubine, his former concubine, helpless. He opened his mouth, to beg or plead or speak, Dabi didn’t care. Even as his mind’s eye reminded him of the nights they spent together.

He didn’t love this bastard.

He now knew.

Knew that Keigo caused all of this.

His presence alone made you think that your father didn’t love you more than everything in the whole world. That drove the ugly thoughts of replacement into your lives.

Keigo took you from him too.

He brought the knife down.

Again and again and again and again.

The knife came down in a frenzy, wrenching horrible noises from Keigo’s throat.

Sobs for mercy, of apology.

“Da... bi....”

Dabi slowly returned to his mind’s eye, shaking.

Blood saturated him, from body to hair.

Staring down at the red soaked face of his former lover.

He felt nothing but contempt.

Nothing but hatred pouring through his veins.

A free feeling settled in his heart.

He looked at you, shakily smiling, “See?... I didn’t love him. I could never love him more than you.”

You stared.

Doe eyes wide and soft, still wet and dark.

The smile that graced your lips warmed his heart.

But also confused him.

Why did you look so sad all of a sudden?

“... Darling?”

You didn’t respond and looked behind him, nodding slowly.

“I’m sorry daddy, but there needs to be blood.” There’s almost a shame in you, heavy bags now seen as the light fell from the skylight.

Making you look like the gift from the gods you were.

He didn’t understand.

“And the people have suffered for long enough without retribution.”

Katsuki wrapped his arms around you, tucking you to his chest, kissing the crown of your head.

It made Dabi angry but he was confused more than anything.

“I do love you.” You said quietly. “But I can’t let you live.”

The pain lasted for a moment, just a moment.

He coughed, spitting up blood.

Akaguro’s hands were red, face almost solemn.

Dabi is still looking at you, in the face of his beloved daughter, still with crying eyes and sadness pouring from every pore. The vestiges of his vision begin darkening, body cold.

“I wished things could have been different.”

He did too.

The last thing he saw was the bluest of eyes.

Eyes bore instead by the face of his late wife.

... You really did just look like your mother.

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darling-zain · 9 months

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✮↳ If I Want It, I Shall Have It ↰

♡ yandere! princess x gn reader (2.5k words)♡

tw/cw: obsessive love, drugging, use of chloroform, kidnapping, reader hates the monarchy, slightly rushed ending

authors notes: im going on vacation for like a week so I probably won't be online much, here's my little gift to you all <3 (ignore how I literally had to force myself to finish this since I've been working on it for weeks-)

➼ yandere! princess Who was never really interested in romance. She had her castle, she had her garden, and everything she could ever want, so she didn't think romance was necessary for her.

➼ yandere! princess Whose parents were constantly on her case about getting married and "continuing the family legacy". She was the only daughter of the king and queen, so she was the only hope to keep the monarchy alive.

➼ yandere! princess Who would always brush them off by saying that "it's not the right time," or "I haven't found anyone I fancy yet," but she knows that nobody will cut it for her. She's too high-maintenance, too extravagant; none of the princes in her kingdom or the next would satisfy her.

➼ yandere! princess Whose parents had finally had enough of her denial, so they decided to bring the candidates to her. It was just an unchanging cycle of them introducing an over-eager prince, her rolling her eyes, dismissing him, and waiting with a bored expression for the next disappointment.

➼ yandere! princess Who would look out her window longingly, gazing up into the endless night sky with tired, hopeless eyes. "Perhaps there really is no one for me..." she whispers into the cold spring air, lying down on her delicate satin sheets. As her tired mind begins to fade, a single tear slides down her cheek and onto her powder-white pillow, a single mark of imperfection.

➼ yandere! princess Who woke up feeling even more tired than before she had slept. She groaned, rubbing her eyes with her soft, perfectly manicured hands. She slowly gets up and opens her soft pink curtains to reveal a gorgeous view of the entire kingdom; a sight she was absolutely enamoured with as a child but had now grown sick of. She slides open her glass door to step out onto her balcony, letting the wind gently caress her face. As she leans against the railings, the soft scent of freshly baked bread surrounds her. She looks down to see someone stepping out of the bakery and taking some pastries out of the oven. Their face is hidden in shadow, but she can see their mouth turn into a frown as they look up at the castle. Her eyes linger on their frame even after they've left, sighing heavily.

➼ yandere! princess Who had gotten sick and tired of her parent's desperate attempts to get her engaged, and just needed a break from them.

➼ yandere! princess Who called her chauffeur to take her out into the town, and to not tell her parents lest they bring her back.

➼ yandere! princess Who hopped into her grand carriage, looking out the window as they left the castle gates, excitedly anticipating getting to see what a normal life would be like.

"We've arrived, Princess." Her chauffeur calls from the front seat, getting out to open her door for her.

"Thank you very much," She politely nods to him, adjusting the scarf on her head. "Don't wait for me, you can head back to the castle." She dismisses him with a wave of her hand, walking into the market. She looks at everything with awe, all the ordinary stalls looking more magical to her than anything in her castle. As soon as she walks into the town square, she can hear whispers all around her.

Murmurs of "Is that Princess Asmaan?" and "No, it surely couldn't be!" float around her like dandelion seeds, drifting along the winds into every corner of the small village.

She pays them no mind, having become used to the constant whispering that follows her wherever she goes. Soon enough, that familiar scent of freshly baked pastries fills her senses. Not thinking about anything else, she follows the scent to a small building with a large oven right next to it. Her eyes are wide as she watches someone dive into the circular oven and pulls out a few scalding hot flatbreads. A look of awe and shock cross her face at the feat which, in her eyes, seemed incredible, but to you... it was just another day in the bakery.

A man walks past the counter, giving her a glance in her direction before stopping in his tracks. He looks absolutely shocked, but then smiles widely.

"Princess! It's such an honour to have you here- what brings you to our little part of town?" Your father asks in an excited tone, to which she returns the enthusiasm.

"I wanted to see how my people are doing, and I couldn't help but notice the smell of your wonderful goods! May I have two naans, please?" Her excitement is genuine, but it makes you sick.

"Of course! Y/n, bring two naans, the best of the batch!" Your father's booming voice is carried through the small building, making you roll your eyes.

"Coming..." you mumble, putting two flatbreads in a paper bag. As you walk up to the counter, you notice just who you're serving. A disgusted scowl appears on your face as you stride up to the clay table, slamming the bag onto it and glaring at her straight in the eyes. "That'll be 421." You grumble, your voice full of disdain. Your father looks at you with a shocked expression, as if to say "You dare tell the Princess to pay?!" but you remain stoic as you wait for her to reply.

"Oh... yes, of course!" She reaches into her purse and pulls out a few crisp bills, to which your father interjects.

"No, no, there's no need for that! You're the princess, after all, we should be glad just to be in your presence!" He waves his hands in front of his face, smiling nervously. You, on the other hand, snatch the bills from her hand and put them in the drawer under the counter.

"Have a nice day," You say in a monotone voice as a clear indicator for her to leave. She looks a bit taken aback but takes the hint regardless.

"Ah... you too!" She smiles brightly before turning on her heel and walking away. As she walks through the busy streets, her mind is focused on one thing; you. She's never seen someone look at her with such hatred... she's the princess, everybody loves her! Everybody except you. She found your annoyed behaviour to be quite intriguing, almost... alluring. "They're a very interesting person... i need to know more about them." She thinks as she takes a seat on a large rock in the town square, silently eating her food. She looks down at the golden brown bread, her eyes softening slightly. She takes one bite, then another, then another before realizing something. You were the person that made this. It was you who flattened it between your palms, you who sprinkled the sesame seeds on top, and you who dove into the oven to bake it. This seemingly ordinary pastry was now not ordinary at all; it was a piece of you. She smiles to herself as she eats in silence, the naan now tasting that much sweeter to her.

After another hour or so of walking through the crowded streets, she started to get bored. She walks back down the street in which your bakery resided, smirking as she went behind a few buildings and to the side of your bakery, watching with soft eyes as you move about the kitchen. You notice someone behind you, a pair of eyes staring and watching your every move. You take a deep breath, put the dough down, and turn around. You clearly don't expect to see her, causing a look of surprise to grow on your face, before quickly turning to frustration. She giggles at your expression, not saying a word.

"Why are you here?" You hiss out from behind clenched teeth.

She looks around innocently, playing with the end of her scarf. "I wanted to see how a bakery works." Her answer is truthful, but it only angers you more.

"Never seen a bakery before?" You scowl at her, going back to flipping the bread and stretching it out. "Spoiled, entitled little brat..." You mumble under your breath. "Probably never even seen someone making food since everything is done for you..."

She rests her head in her hands, leaning her elbows on the ledge of the open window as she gazes at you longingly. She stays quiet, thinking about what you just said, before speaking up. "Do you hate me?" Her question is simple in nature, but has a complicated meaning behind it. It could be a threat, a genuine question, or a test.

You've always been one to answer with your heart, so the answer comes to you naturally. "yes, I do. You're a selfish, spoiled little rat who's always had everything handed to you on a silver platter. You pretend to care about your people, but while we're all here living in literally dirt-poor conditions, you're sitting in your lavish castle without a care in the world. How could I not hate you?" You're practically seething at this point, but she doesn't care.

"You're right. I'm lucky. I could've been born into the same fate as you, working hard every day just to make ends meet. But I wasn't, and I'm so thankful for it." She sighs, standing up straight. "I'm sorry that wasn't the case for you." Her voice is slightly sad as she walks away, the cold night air enveloping her entire being. She gazes up at the large castle looming in the distance, a small frown appearing on her face. You were right, she had everything handed to her. whatever she wanted, she got. And she was going to make sure that included you as well.

iIt's late at night when she finally returns to the castle, rushing to her room with quiet feet so she doesn't wake up anyone. She opens the double doors to her bedroom and slowly walks inside. Lying down on her bed, her mind wanders to the conversation she just had.

"How could I not hate you...?" She repeats your line in a whisper, the soft moonlight cascading onto her. As she's lost in her thoughts, she stands up and walks to her closet. "How could I not hate you..." That single line plays in her mind on a loop as she grabs some dark pants and a black shirt with a matching scarf. "You've always had everything handed to you..." She mumbles as she pulls on the loose shirt. "Everything... but not you." Her voice is firm as she walks out, a stern glare in her brown eyes.

She silently opens her door and walks over to one of the many cleaning closets, sneaking inside and locking the door. As she waits for her eyes to adjust, she starts to think of a plan. Her eyes focus on a sheet of paper stuck to the back walls with a list of chemicals on them. She scans the paper before finding the one she needs. "Blue jug, Chloroform". She grabs a rag and the blue jug of chemicals as she plods through the room and to the door, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb anyone. She sneaks down many flights of stairs while having to take breaks in between, her frail arms not being used to having to carry that much weight. When she finally reaches the entrance, she takes a deep breath and opens the door a crack, slipping through noiselessly. Walking past the castle gates and into the road behind the now silent town, she starts to wonder why she didn't just have one of her maids do it for her. She's about to return before your words come back to her in a wave. "You've always had everything handed to you... how could I not hate you..." Your words spur her on to continue with her plan, determined to prove you wrong. Perhaps if she did this on her own, you'd finally see her for who she is!

She sighs dreamily as she walks behind your bakery, peering inside the window to see if she could spot anyone. In the dusty glass window of the kitchen, she can see you sleeping at the kitchen counter. When she sees your calm resting face, she almost swoons. You've only ever looked at her with hatred, be it either to her face or up at her from the ground. Her resolve is now set, she had to change your mind.

She soaks the rag in the chemicals, wrapping her scarf around her face so she doesn't breathe it in. Her feet are quiet as she sneaks behind the counter and into the kitchen, the lack of doors making it so much easier for her to creep in. She stands directly next to your sleeping figure, a sad look crossing her face. "I'm sorry I had to do this..." She whispers before her gentle hands slowly place the rag over your nose and mouth.

A minute after she puts the rag on your face, you start to wake up. Your eyes grow wide as you realize what's happening, but with the scarf covering her face you can't see who's attacking you. You start to thrash and scream, but nobody can hear you because of the rag. She holds you down with a gentle touch so that you can't escape, and after a few more minutes, you're completely gone. She grins wildly when you stop struggling, your limp body a sign of her success. She pulls you out of the chair as carefully as she could, but she ended up dropping you because of how delicate her arms are. "You won't mind, will you, qaundom~?" She chuckles softly as she drags your limp body across the floor.

She drags you past the kitchen, the counter, and the side of the building until you're finally back behind the bakery. She takes the bottle of chemicals and ties the handle to her shirt so she doesn't have to carry them, dragging you along the grass and toward the castle. Eventually, she makes it to a door at the back of the castle, opens it, and throws you inside with all of her remaining strength, now completely winded from the trip. After taking a minute to recuperate, she takes your hand and hauls you into an empty cell that's been separated from all the others. She lays you down onto the thin mattress, dusts off her hands and looks at you lovingly.

"You were right, darling. When I want something, I get it." She walks out and closes the cell door softly so it doesn't make that much noise, the rattle of the chain lock echoing through the desolate dungeon.

"And absolutely nothing can stand in my way." Her eyes go cold for a split second as she stares at your lifeless form before turning on her heel and walking to the door.

"Don't hate me for this." With a slam of the iron door, she's gone, leaving only the faint scent of her perfume in her wake.

tags: @skylark144 @izizzl @odobun @alhaizen @decepticon-99 @twilightkitkat @red-viewe @lasagna-goob @cyphertryagain @hailchocolate @underneathablanketwithwolfkeum @angelofdarkness2 @ren-054 @emptybrain01 @phoenix-eclipses @amourzinna

#zain>>works #yandere blog #tw yandere #tw obsessive love #yandere x you #yandere writing #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x gn reader #yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #oc x reader #tw kidnapping #tw drugging #soft yandere #note: qaundom means darling in dari #also thank you to my friend for helping me out on the cultural aspects of this one

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zvdvdlvr · 1 year

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care (for you)

daryl dixon

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: "𝗂 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾"

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 [ 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇', 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 ], 𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, confessions!!!, possible ooc daryl? idk

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋

{🫐}

daryl was in the building for once. the exhausted man sat rigid on the thin jail beds with his head in his hands. between making runs, watching little ass-kicker, and keeping watch outside, there was little time for daryl to do much- let alone sleep.

"hey D," y/n greeted quietly. she leaned against the wall, holding little judith in her arms.

"hey darlin'. what's up?" he asked, voice hoarse.

the woman shrugged. "Ain't nothin' goin' on today that's remotely interesting... thought i'd... thought i'd come see how you're doin'," she explained. "know you Ain't gettin' sleep."

daryl furrowed his brows. "yes i am."

y/n scoffed and looked down at judith after she let out a little whimper. playing with judith's tiny fingers, y/n looked up. "you know, i chose to worry about you, sweetheart. please let me."

biting his lip, daryl patted the space next to him. when y/n sat down and adjusted judith, she looked expectantly at daryl. "you know... i ain't good with this... communication stuff, sweet girl- you outta know that- but i... i like it when you gimme that look of yers and just... you just..."

with a shy smile, y/n pressed on. "what do i do, daryl?"

daryl threw his head back. "fuck! you do that, sweetheart! you care about me! yeh go 'round with little ass-kicker in yer arms and you call rick on his bullshit and yeh get me off my high horse and- fuck! i love that! i love... you. i think. i know i love you... and i- shit- i think i could fall in love with you," daryl ranted, eyes frantically searching y/n's, hands twisting together.

after he finished, daryl looked down. "fuck... i- i ain't mean to say that. i'm sorry sweetheart.''

his heart cracked further at her silence. daryl never had exposed himself like that- voluntarily made himself so vulnerable. he didn't like that feeling. the feeling of suspension in the air after a big ass bomb is dropped and person A is worried person B will shatter their hope, shatter their soul. step on their body and crush their spirit. daryl spiraled. not often, but this was one of those moments.

but then his thoughts stopped as a hand turned his face. her warm, caring hand tilted his face to look at hers. "i know i love you too," she murmured.

flabberghasted, daryl felt his jaw loosen and eyes widened. he looked desperately between her lips and eyes, hoping she'd get the message and make a move. daryl couldn't overstep- couldn't make a wrong move now and scare her away. no, y/n meant too much to daryl, and if he scared her away, he couldn't live with himself.

"you gonna kiss me or not?"

daryl leaned foward and desperately grasped at y/n. their lips intertwined and their teeth knocked. little grunts fell from daryl's lips and synchronized flawless with y/n's quiet groans.

daryl's hands flew to y/n's neck. desperately holding on to her, as if she'd disappear if he looked away. this was too great: the 'i love you's, the hot and havy make out session, the quiet moaning.

an abrupt cry split the two apart.

"hey baby," y/n cooed, as if daryl's togue wasn't just down her throat. at her restless cry, y/n frowned. "i know, sweet heart. you're hungry, ain't'cha?"

daryl chuckled and let his hand move from y/n's neck to her lips. with his thumb, daryl brushed the plush part of her bottom lip and watched, starstruck, as y/n looked back up at him eith that beautiful smile. "i meant that, D," she spoke. after pressing a small kiss to his lips, y/n stood up. disregarding judith's fussy noises, y/n went on, "let me care for you. please."

and with that, daryl was suddenly left alone was his nasty thoughts and the memory of her lips on his.

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episims · 3 months

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BB *imitates ambulance*

Deanna "Uh, we should've thought it better when we put you next to the television! You're too young to watch horror movies, too."

Lillian "Hi, Paige!"

Paige "What's up, Lils?"

Talia "-it's not hard. I can help you with it?"

Lillian "Oh, thanks! Dari usually does my math assignments, so I could use someone else when he leaves."

Paige "Hey, how about we head to the hangout after I finish this?"

Lillian "Sure! I mean, if that's okay for you, too."

Talia "Mm, if you want."

Lillian "Did you have other plans?"

Talia "No—I mean, I thought we could watch a movie, or..." why it's so hard to ask her out?? "But hangout's fine! We have marshmallows somewhere, let's grab them along for roasting."

Lillian "Ooo, nice!"

#ts2 #ts2 gameplay #the sims 2 #the sims 2 gameplay #sims 2 #sims 2 gameplay #foxfire forest #playing foxfire forest #deanna shorey #talia shorey #paige shorey #bb the parrot #lillian wells #also tristan usually does lils' writing assignments #she's very efficient at utilizing her brothers #it's a real problem that her teachers might realize that too after tristan and dari leave to uni

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trollbreak · 1 year

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(Tw for violence, death (even if it’s temporary), and gore)

[Solare is fuming. She can feel her fury under her skin, like it’s crawling through her blood and burrowing in everywhere it can, and she’s shaking.

She needs to do something. She feels desperate for… something. She needs so badly to do something. She hasn’t got any idea what it is.

She’s as surprised as anyone else when she finds herself back at the lab, feet having evidently found a familiar path to follow as she stewed. She can make this work.

Mev can feel the stress in her neck and knee start to let up as the doors of the lab open before her, and while she’s used to coming across other trolls in the lobby, she hasn’t expected anyone this late. The sun is nearly up… not that Solare has ever seemed to care.

She and Dari are arguing in hushed tones, the discomfort of the latter plain in her face, her stance.

Mevrea ignores the protective urge that swells between her shoulder blades as it spurs her to the pair.

“Dude, I’m not fucking around- I’m game for a good friendly spar, but there’s no point in even trying with you. At least Mev gives me a chance, tells me what I did wrong. Go find someone else to hack open.”

Mev can’t see Solare’s reaction as Dari turns to leave, but she can hear the low growl. Can almost feel it, as she draws close. Can see the lines of her muscles flexing in her arms, for a moment. She may not have worked with the drinker often, but she knows well enough the signs before the woman pounces. And in the instant that it registers, Solare strikes.

Her axe almost seems to leap into her hand with how practiced the motion is, and Mev doesn’t have time enough to step in before Dari’s pulled off balance by the arm, stumbling back into Solare, and she swears she sees fangs before she even gets to her own mace. Dari makes a strangled, startled noise, and Solare is turning to face Mev, the blade of her axe resting close enough under the woman’s jaw to trim peach fuzz as she glares from where she’s burrowed into Dari’s throat. She almost looks excited, as Dari’s blood stains her lips, drawing from its usual golden orange to a nearly royal fuschia.

“Let her up, Sol.”

Mev has no clue what she looks like as she adjust her grip on the mace, but she can the crease beside her nose as she bares her teeth.

When Solare lifts her head, she’s grinning.

There’s a second of stillness, then. Two murderers sizing each other up. And, for just that second, Mev wonders distantly if she’s going to make it out of this.

Then Dari is thrown into her and as she’s pushing her off, Solare buried her axe in Dari’s ribs, and Mev can feel ribs split just as much as she can hear it. But of course, that’s not where it ends.

She lets her fall to the floor- Mev can apologize for that later- and throws her arms up to block the second axe that’s being swung for her this time. It embeds itself in one arm, and she thanks whatever higher powers there may be as Solare tries to wrench it free, and instead, it sticks. She makes another mental note to apologize to Sweets later as she swings for the drinker’s knee once, twice before axe comes loose and they’re falling away from each other. Mev can feel her left arm malfunctioning already, but honestly, that’s hardly a surprise. All she plans to use it for now is as something of a shield.

Solare is favoring one leg as she catches herself, and Mev can’t help but feel a touch of pride.

Pride that is entirely forgotten as she’s crowded into much faster than she expected, and Solare is swinging wildly enough that all she can do is back out of reach as best she can until she manages to knock the axe off its path, metal crying against metal, and she kicks for the same leg-

And she receives a fist in the throat before it can connect.

Sweets would have written off the argument as nothing, initially. Dari and Sol argue any time they’re in a room together, any more, and it always turns out fine.

Until I doesn’t.

She’s chatting with Doc, when the fight erupts. He’s not seen either of them fight before, and he’d be lying if he said that she had hoped for that to change. But here they are.

By the time Sweets’s attention is back on the lobby, Dari is bleeding on the floor, and Solare is lunging over her, and… it’s not even seconds before, in a movement that looks far too practiced, Solare is hacking off one of Mev’s arms.

Sweets isn’t breathing. And she can’t look away. And if he could wince as the drinker wails on his best friend, he would. But, for better and for worse, the restraints hold sturdy. Probably a good thing that the both of them don’t get hurt too badly, honestly.

Mev hits the ground, and Solare swings the back of the axe into her head, and Sweets isn’t sure if that’s the sound of her horn cracking or not, and then his view is obscured as Solare steps over her.

Something about that shakes Sweets enough to be able to react, and he cuts on the intercom for Doc’s office, and she can hear how much her voice shakes.

“Um… Doc… Doc it’s real bad- Mev’s hurt. Mev’s hurt, and Dari, I don’t think she’s breathing, and-“

Sweets is too aware of the moment when the motion in the lobby stops. And he hears Solare’s voice.

“Sweets, dear, you’re going to want to let me out.”

He wasn’t paying attention. Solare is stood before the doors, facing away from the cameras, and she’s got her axes back on her hips, hands folded behind her back.

Sweets opens the doors, and locks them as soon as they close behind her.

Dari isn’t sure how long it takes for her to come back, this time, but she can hear Solare talking, somewhere to her left. And when she’s able to make sense of things, she can see Mev… and quite a lot of blood. Gods, that’s… more blood than should be on the floor. And wall. And…

Dari pushes herself to her feet far too fast in her haste to get across the room, and she sees colors nearly until she trips over Mev’s own feet.

When her vision returns, she sees into the woman so much more than she ever wanted to. Bits of organ and ribs are exposed, and she can see hints of her own blood mixed in with all the other mixing hues that Mev is bleeding, and all she can think is that she needs to help. She’d bleed herself a dozen times over, if it meant Mev would survive… this mess.

And it seems that she’s not the only one with the idea, as Doc falls to her knees at her side, blade in hand.

The press of it into her wrist stings, and between that and the dizziness that comes after dying again, she lets the doctor guide her arm.

It takes a few moments before Mev seems to realize what’s going on, and… she looks horrified. She’s trying to push herself back against the wall, eyes wide with panic, and if Dari wasn’t so sure that she were about to die, she’d give in in a heartbeat, but… she has no choice. Even if her arm wasn’t being held in an iron grip, she would have no choice.

And when Mev tries to push them away with her remaining arm, it’s so much weaker than she expects, and… her heart breaks, when she sees the tears falling down the woman’s cheeks.]

#writing #solare #mevrea seldom #dari #sweets solace #doctor crimes #teehee :P #WAIT I FORGOT TW TAGS #violence tw #death tw #gore tw

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whumblr · 2 years

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Request: whumper using a stapler on whumpee :)

"That's quite a gash..." Whumper carefully circled the large cut across their arm with his fingers. He didn't seem to care about his fingertips getting coated in blood, or how it gushed over his thumb where he gripped their arm tight, squeezing out a steady stream of red.

Whereas Whumpee almost watched entranced as the blood left their body. They couldn't look away from the horrible sight. They knew it wasn't enough to make them die (right?!) but still, the dark red flow made them squeamish.

"Don't touch it," they almost whispered, shock taking their voice. They tried to pull their arm out of his hand, but flinched hard as his fingers only tightened around the wound. They let out a whimper. "Pleas-- ow! Don't touch it. It... it hurts, don't--"

"Shh, I have to touch it. You don't want to lose too much blood, now do you? A sensitive wound like this needs some taking care of." He padded the streams of blood away from the wound. "First..."

The blood washed away with the clear liquid and Whumpee screamed. Disinfectant bit into the red skin, seeping deep within the wound, irritating the sensitive skin around it.

"Now, unfortunately, I don't have any stitches..." Whumper leaned away and reached into a large black bag. "But I think this'll do."

Whumpee stopped breathing when they watched him position a stapler gun over their wound. "No... please."

"Would you rather keep it like this and risk infection?"

"Yes!" They didn't think, just tried whatever they could to avoid this.

"Well, I don't," Whumper grunted. "Because I'm the one who's going to have to clean it and take care of you. Fever will knock you out for a few days and I don't want to wait that long."

He squeezed at the wound, pressing the edges of the healthy skin close together, and dabbed at the blood that seeped out. Then he threw the bloodied cloth to the side, repositioned the stapler gun and it snapped to life.

The dull click was followed by another scream.

"Something like this would probably need at least ten stitches," he murmured over the squealed begging. "Ten more, I think. To make sure."

"No... no, no!"

"Keep still," he growled. He squeezed harder around the wound, trying to keep them still with one hand.

But Whumpee was frantic now, twisting and turning and trying to yank away from his grip. A grip that must be easier to pull free from with his fingers slicked in blood, it must!

"Keep. Fucking. Still. Before I--" And as Whumpee twisted their arm, the stapler shot away from the wound. With another dull chck, the tiny steel punched into the healthy skin of their forearm.

Whumpee shot back with a gasp. The pain wasn't as bad as with the open, sensitive wound, but it snapped them to their senses. A little grey stripe now fit snug into their skin, keeping the blood trapped. Trembling, they tried to pick at the staple, to pick it out of their skin. Without much luck. Their attempts grew desperate, blood now staining their nails as they dug deep into their own skin.

They froze when Whumper's cold fingers slithered back over their arm, creeping their way to the wound. Mewled as his hand fixed into position again, keeping them trapped.

"I said ten more," Whumper said in a hushed voice. "Keep up like that and we'll add a lot of unnecessary stitches."

Whumpee sniffled, nodding and shaking their head at the same time. They winced, whimpered, and cried at the following clicks, but tried their best not to move.

"There, now," Whumper said, putting the stapler gun down and admiring his work. A grey row of 'stitches' over reddened and swollen skin. Like little train tracks. "Be bloody thankful that this won't get infected."

"Thank you," a pale Whumpee brought out.

Whumper nodded and leaned away again, wiping the disinfectant over the stapler gun to clean the blood off. Poured a little extra drops over the wound, "just to be safe", and put the stapler back into the bag.

"And when it's all healed up, we'll remove them."

Tag list: @firewheeesky @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @hold-back-on-the-comfort @whumpawink @painsandconfusion

#whump #whump drabble #painful wound cleaning #blood #angst #power tools whump #sry for the wait anon #busy period is now over! It is time... to write!#my wips will be le-gen-dary!#my writing

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aj-thegreatest · 1 year

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The Gang try to manage and handle Cordelia’s Mewberty. Let’s see if they’re successful!

Part 2 of A Beautiful Butterfly!

Ohhhh my gosh I’m sorry this is late, I didn’t realize how many drawings I needled myself to doing. Had to cut some stuff, but I hope you enjoy!

And to compensate for the lack of new cover, here’s an outfit ref for the last and this chapter!

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mchiti · 1 year

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Jummah Mubarak TO YOU ALL dear friends. I had couscous like we always do on friday (moroccan tradition). This means I had couscous twice this week. I'd dedicate a whole side blog on couscous.

#oh look a very creative joke nobody has done previously ever #years ago the parents of my white friend from school did couscous for me #the brand was an italian one #I was like mmmh so nice #crying inside #joking btw they were sweet ofc but eeeeeeeeeeh #barilla couscous --> for my italian moots #like i wouldn't even buy it for pasta can u imagine buying barilla couscous #the way I also dislike european bio brands making profit over couscous #they cost so much cuz “”“”bio“”“” yeah sure my white lib companies #and they are almost always atrocious too #I buy my Dari and I sigh out of relief. this is it. this is my moroccan baby. european brands in supermarkets can die #today i woke up and i was like let me write an essay on couscous

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its-dari · 10 months

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The Son of Graces

Pairing(s): None || PLATONIC: Son! Wanderer & Parental! Creator! Gender Neutral! Reader

A/N: Some miscellaneous HCs surrounding this AU. Involving some things I can't stop thinking about.

This wanderer's name is Kaito! He uses "Oya" to refer to the reader as a gender neutral Japanese term for a parent.

Companion Piece to "The Loving Hands of God"

Still not taking any Genshin requests, this is truly the last of my brainrot.

honestly, he's such a baby, it's adorable though and it's funny how pouty he gets when you tease him about it

he has a whole floor to himself with your imperial temple and while he does enjoy occasionally studying and reading by himself, he much prefers having tea with your or sitting in the garden

when he has trouble sleeping, he always ends up in your room - though he can get quite flustered about how he feels like a young babe still sleeping with his parents

(don't worry, he grows out of it - though he likes napping with you)

he started growing out his hair too, starting to braid it as it grows - it's long and tight - thinner

you mentioned that it would suit him and he wanted to try, though it's clear to any bystander that he'd hate to disappoint you

super awkward when he started recieving offerings, taking them with dignity, grace, and modesty but forever is concerned over there being too many

he wears his diadem for special occasions, mostly because the both of you travel around orphanages and give food and money to the needy and well... he doesn't need it to signify his new position

when he first pricked his fingers and ichor came, he was amazed

while he knew he was given your grace during his crowning and he did have the ability to create; having bloomed plants from his palms and shaped rocks with his finger tips...

you tell him that he will grow strong as you in time and that you will teach him everything

he was truly of your creed and there is such pride in him, he's bursting to make something new to show you

and Kaito was so terribly excited to make something you would be proud of

so he begins research, specifically on flora and botany and herbs

it would be something he would make not only as a dedication to you but a gift to the people, his studying was intensive but he was careful to not spoil the surprise

his personal servants are unsure about lying to you but only do so because to defy Kaito was to oppose you

they thought it was quite precious that he wanted to surpise you anyhow so they were able to keep it under wraps

eventually, he finally creates a new, beautiful flower after bouts of trial and error

he wants it to be available in all types of climate so there was testing and adjustments made to it's needs

it was perfect, it grew in bunches and the color was your favorite

when the petals are harvested, they make a lovely tea that promotes better sleep

when the bulb itself is ground up, it makes for a balm that encourages faster healing

when he presented to you, he was terribly nervous

you had created so many large and beautiful things and this was his first step to show that you were not wrong in choosing him

unsurprisingly, you weeped at the thoughtfulness of your darling son

even after the world you made was so cruel to him, he could still find kindness to give to the people that need it

the flowers were beautiful as well and Kaito made sure you and your staff were the first to try both tea and balm

so moved, you hugged him right away and praised his intelligence and ingenuity, prideful and happy as can be

you softly tell him that he was doing right already and he feels himself welling up as you went on to call him the healing balm that your creation needed

with that, the pair of you headed out to make sure his new flower bloomed across the whole of Teyvat

... it was rightfully named "god's lace" once discovered by herbalists and you happily piled all the rightful credit onto your son, singing his praises to anyone that would stop and listen

like that, his popularity skyrocketed even more and people from all over would associate the flower with him

it makes something in his heart warm when he sees less people in hospitals and planters bustling with the flowers he made for you

you take care to put some in your hair and on some commissioned tapestries occasionally

he's done some good

you surprise him later with a very lovely set of earrings, with gems made personally for him and imbued with your godly essence

he rarely takes them off

the pair of you spend a lot of time together and unsurprisingly, he's never far from your side

you take to calling him all sorts of nicknames; he's partial to just his name but "nightingale" or "chickling" make him smile... he might be a bit old for the latter but who is he to deny his beloved parent?

he usually isn't too cruel but he sort of finds it amusing Baal was just so desperate to reach you, but you continue your rather curt disposition

you do not speak to her for anything other than official business, mostly as a formality and it is only a mix of your grace and Kaito's kindness was the reason she wasn't removed from the role of Electro Archon

you're polite at best, short and cold at the very worst

there is no heavier punishment then her seeing how sweetly you treat the son she'd abandoned

now the son of the creator, he needs no revenge past that - finding it useless in the grand scheme

his former minions are now so apart of your staff - seriously, they did not expect to move up in the world so high

they still attend to Kaito but now as the essentially a damn prince, he gets to pay them real well for the work they do

some now attend to being his guard but others deigned to hide among staff as seemingly unskilled civilians

this simpler life is much nicer and getting to attend to Kaito; now the Esteemed Son of the All-Creator is an honor they'll be envied for

Kaito is also much less bratty too

#genshin sagau #gender neutral reader #reader insert #genshin creator au #genshin sagau wanderer #genshin impact sagau #genshin cult au #headcanons #dari writes #x reader insert #x reader #sagau #sagau x reader #platonic #platonic x reader

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Hands

Characters in Mind:

Redacted - IMP! VEGA, Vincent, William

Siren's Son - Mason, THRESH, Daz

Nomad's - VILLAIN HUSBAND, Deacon, Citron, ERRIR

Good Boy Audios - Odin, Fenrir, ALBUS

YuuriVoice - Seth, ALPHONSE, Finn, AURON

Scythe - V, DARK, Siren

Love Boldly - Ravenoff, Apollo, KIERIAN, Alexander

Your fingers lace together, admiring the calloused skin across his palms. Powerful in their repose, holding strength through every tendon...

Even as delicately he handled your's, the squeeze was light, reassuring.

Fingertips graze across the top of his bruised knuckles before you lean, soft lips meeting the back of his hand.

Whispering tender words to one the parts of him that you loved so much.

"No matter the blood they've spilled or bones they've broken. No matter how dirty they are, the lives ended... I'm always going to love these hands of your's.... Because they're apart of you."

#dari dialogues #dari writes #headcanons #scythe audio #redacted asmr #love boldly asmr #nomad's tales & audios #siren's son asmr #yuurivoice #good boy audios #redacted imperium #imperium #bittersweet #villain series #foreseen series #villain husband #yandere villain husband

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Hi there, I recently read one of your scenarios on a disabled, wheelchair bound, bed bound reader with Dad Might and siblings. I'm in a wheelchair and reading it made me happy to see it. Could you possibly do more of that? Maybe with the League of Vilians?

Ooh!!

Mmm, this scenario is probably going to be a bit different but I welcome it nonetheless.

Gender Neutral! Reader and platonic because I'm a sap

(also, sorry for the lack of posts)

~ Dari

League of Villains + Hospital Bound Reader

first of all, you're Himiko's childhood friend - literally one of the only people that hadn't rejected her for her quirk or anything else

the pair of you were relatively close, even as you dipped in and out of the hospital for most of your early years

even after going rogue, she visited you, seeing if even you had turned your back to her

but you didn't

you told her you wished that you could've been there for her when she needed it - that being stuck inside made it so she was alone for so long

for that, you apologized

and again when she cried at the thoughtful acceptance

it's all very bittersweet, but she is forever grateful for your kindness and continues to drop by and see you - in disguise - even after the police began searching for her

hearing that she got tangled up in the League worried you for her safety but you knew she could take care of herself, in spite of that, you still told her to be careful

but as she continues living among the League of Villains and growing closer to them, her visits were unfortunately sporadic as it was harder and harder to see you between all the missions and assignments

for the longest time, they didn't know about you

eventually though, Twice does happen to ponder out loud; "I wonder where Toga goes whenever we're not busy."

it was enough for the rest of them to be nosy enough to find out

Tomura is initially furious that some outsider was involved in on all of this, ready to just dust you for the fact that there was no way that you couldn't be unaware as to the fact she was in the League

Dabi was completely indifferent, sort of annoyed that Toga let someone anchor her to her past

she shrieked when they implied they'd harm you, throwing an absolute fit and making a bunch of points

you've known everything she'd done before and didn't breath a word about it, you love her so much, so much so that you were willing to lie to the police

Toga threatened that she'd kill them if harm were to come to you - you were already sick and always in the hospital and you deserved to live long and happy as you physically could

honestly, they had never seen her so furious

... it was enough for them to be curious as to the person that had made her so protective

then they met you - and fuck they got it

you were so soft and gentle and weak and frail, there was truly no need for them to hurt you more

you couldn't stop them even if you wanted to, but you were so welcoming

understanding, so patient... not even fearful after learning that they were essentially watching after Toga and thanking them for keeping her safe and protecting her and asking them to take care of themselves too because you didn’t want to see her lose anyone else precious

she would cry but right now, she's in front of them and not about to deal with that

Kurogiri occasionally warped in some small snacks, treats, and trinkets when he could

Atsuhiro is happy to do some street magic for you, bringing a certain amount of liveliness to the sterile hospital

Tomura literally demanded your gamer IDs so you both could play together, along with Shuichi, who is all too happy to also give you something to pass the time

Dabi stole you books and things of the like, though he said over and over that he doesn't care

Jin makes copies to tend to your needs, always keeping one on standby outside during visits just for watch and in case anything were to happen

Magne helped you with personal grooming like hair and nails, always happy to lighten up the dreary room with some paper flowers she made

they even take away one of the nurses for a while to be able to monitor you through a clone Jin made of them when they needed to lie low, it is enough to starve away the loneliness and worry you had while they were gone

especially as news reports pepper the time between your shows on the TV

they just love you so much tbh, and god help the heroes that try encroach on the little family you had built

... oh and they all work together to fold you paper cranes

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