WOOOOOOOOOOO FIRST LI REVEAL LETS GOOOOO :DDD
I wuv him,,, I,, i wanna put him in my hand and, and- (( S Q U I S H )) is there an option to call him our pathetic little meow meow yet? /j
Rlly digging his hat ngl 👀👀 there's just smth about those types of hats that make me go mmmm nice when I see them- the fact that he wears a leather jacket greatly amuses me too, because leather jacket vampire man,, yeah of course he's Valentines Day 😒 /lh , he definitely activates my gremlin "fite me u lil shit-" mode in the most positive way possible. Def taking a liking to the Colors you picked for his hair (I bet he looks hilarious if you put him in pigtails hehe-)
Also loving the edit, not just because gawd dayum we already gettin personality scraps!? 👀👀 but also because from the way you edited the teeth, it implies that either Rory or Timmy's Dad only have a singular front tooth instead of teeth (this was prolly unintentional on your part but it's still hilarious LMAO)
Rory reminded me of the fact that I also had a ""vampire"" OC at some point, except he's just a Goth!Mosquito Hybrid with a Chuunibyou complex lol
-Ren'py anon
AHHHHH TYSM <33
I'll be sure to put a mocking option when I'm work on his route 😎 he's a playa soooooo
I HATE him but I love him
THANK YOU SO NOTICING THE HAT. I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE STUPID CAPTAIN HATS THEY'RE SO COOL. He wears a half/crop length leather jacket because he has a bad boy look for all the ladies he feasts on 😍
He prefers young women in the middle of college/university because they're dumb and looking for a 'thrill' (Not speaking for u though renpy nonny! Ur a smart cookie!) Or goodie two shoes that eat their veggies on a daily basis. 22 - 30 is the ripe age of, "Mm, yes this is the right amount of iron." He doesn't like people who drink or use substances too much though. Messes up taste.
Rory is if fight or flight was a physical being
And yeah, he's a MEANIE. All charms, no real kindness here 😭 maybe those pigtails will chill his ego out. He's looking emo asf already, what else is there to lose? His dignity? Yeah right.
I ALSO NOTICED THAT WHILE DRAWING IT. I was literally thinking, "Hmmmmm this looks weird, but it's Timmie's dad so he's supposed to be goofy looking 😇"
Speaking of your vampire mosquito hybrid oc, WE NEED MORE OCS WITH A CHUUNIBYOU COMPLEX. WHERE THEY HAVE THESE REALLY GREAT FANTASIES AND PRETEND TO BE ALL POWERFUL (Or maybe im reading this wrong, I've only seen an anime with this title lol)
Feel free to send him in :3
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Request/Idea-
Male Yandere Lawyer x Female Embroider Reader (a lady who works as a tailor is fine too)
Imagine a man falling head over heels for that newly employed lady who hand embroiders beautiful handkerchiefs in a luxury shop he visits to get his custom suits! And he just trying to coax her into dating him, marrying him, and becoming his stay at home wife (and mother of his children eventually) 🥰🤭
Age difference? I need some DILF Daddy energy more in my life (but don’t make him an actual father…yet)
P.S. I adore your OCs and writing. And your artwork is way too fucking good! You’re art is just *chef’s kiss* infuckingcredible
-👘
Ooh, you know what this reminds me of? I have a yaoi volume from Scarlet Beriko, “Queen and the tailor”, about an interior designer that visits a legendary tailor whose suits will supposedly help you achieve success. The tailor turns out to be a scary looking, blunt man but nonetheless extremely talented. I liked the premise a lot, so it’s definitely interesting to try out a different perspective.
In this case I have the image of a patient, soft-spoken reader and a hurried, short tempered lawyer. Comically different but in a way that eventually works out, you know? Also thank you for the kind words!
Yandere!Lawyer x Embroiderer!Reader Headcanons
Featuring a Reader that is blissfully unaware the lawyer she just stared dating has their entire life together already sorted out.
Content: female reader, age gap, older yandere, obsessive behavior
Your eyes begin to hurt mildly, so you look out the window and blink repeatedly, trying to refresh your poor sight. Such detailed works always strain you terribly, but you love seeing the finished result. Others must, too, given your handkerchiefs are often sold out the very same day. Right before your needle pierces the silk canvas anew, the door opens with a burst and you jolt. An older man in a suit, arguing loudly over the phone. He’s drumming his fingers over the counter, eyes darting around in search for an attendant. You know the type quite well, so you hurry over with the hoop still in your hand. “Might I help you with anything?” You mouth discreetly. He turns to you, stares for a couple of seconds, and promptly ends his call.
Out of all the places, he certainly didn’t expect regretting his rusty, unpolished flirting skills in a luxury tailor shop. Yet here he is now, clumsily mumbling something about his new suit he’s come to pick up and wondering how to connect that with your number. The name’s the easy part, as it’s neatly and conveniently printed out on the little badge pinned to your collar. Everything else, not so much. You excuse yourself and return moments later with his order. Shit. You tilt your head, confused by the delayed response, worrying whether you forgot something. Next time. He’ll figure it out for sure next time he comes here.
If there’s one good thing about his career, it’s that his eyes have been trained to spot every detail. For example the embroidery hoop you gently held while speaking to him, so he knows exactly what his next custom order will be. Truth be told, he didn’t anticipate your popularity and long waiting times, but a calculated raised tone with a sprinkle of intimidation has convinced the employee to assign him to you as earliest priority. Whether he can flirt remains to be seen, but arguing with others? Child’s play.
“Thank you for coming again today.” You bow slightly and extend the gift bag. “Although, I must say…I’ve never seen you using these before. What has caused your sudden interest in handkerchiefs?” Rather bold of you to begin such conversations, but your curiosity is too great. No matter how hard you try, you can’t imagine why a blunt, nonchalant man like him would abruptly become passionate about embroidery. A lover? You smile faintly at the idea. Whoever it is, they’ve taken quite the challenge upon themselves. The lawyer frowns at the inquiry. It seems you’re just as observant as him. Maybe this shall be the pretext he can finally cling onto. So he presents it in the factual truth you’d hear in a courthouse: it’s his excuse to see you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Well now, isn’t it just silly? He could’ve simply asked. Buying countless expensive handmade items instead of plainly confessing his intentions…He stumbles, flustered. The same man whose ruthless reputation has even reached your humble ears is anxiously awaiting your response with a deep blush on his face.
The childlike innocence doesn’t last long. You’ve agreed to date him and that’s great, but he’s a man with little time that has known exactly what he wants for many years. When he laid his eyes on you he didn’t imagine cheesy coffee dates as you discuss your favorite color and cautiously breach the topic of intimacy. What’s the point? He’s already certain he’ll spend the rest of his life with you. Skip the unnecessary steps. On the other hand, you’re not as cooperative as he’d wish. Truly, the tangible proof that opposites attract. You’re always calm and take your time with everything. It’s almost frustrating how easygoing you are. When asked when you’re moving in with him, you just smiled and wondered out loud what could be wrong with your small studio above the shop. Marriage? Good question, you never thought about it.
Oh, the irony. Last time a client was being particularly difficult, your lawyer boyfriend pulled him out by the collar under the mortified stares of the other attendants and shoppers. The exact attitude he himself would’ve shown before, yet this time it’s different. Of course it is, it involves you. His thin patience runs out if it’s you. That’s all there is to it. Can you blame a man for following his heart? They say you should always chase your dreams; he prefers hunting them down efficiently, and the shotgun is pointed in your direction. His sweet, exquisite prey he can never get enough of.
Finally you agree to move in with him. Your hesitation was maddening and he’d started coming up with downright psychotic alternatives to convince you, such as your studio burning down after a vicious attack of some unknown hooligans. So it was rather wise of you not to push someone that knows the law like the back of his hand, even if you aren’t aware of it yet. He enthusiastically guides you around your new forever home, omitting unimportant details. The spare office he emptied for a future nursery? You’ll get to that later.
He can’t wait to spoil you. See, that’s the advantage of dating an older man. He’s gotten his life sorted out a long time ago. All that was left was finding you. You just need to be a darling and behave. He knows you will. After all, you’re his talented little embroideress that won’t have to worry about anything else ever again.
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