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How would Seth react to his crush telling him he has pretty eyes?

He's making sure that you really mean it. He's waiting for you to say " lol no " or " sike " but it makes him very happy that you didn't.

@hotpinkmoon

Bloodlust devotion appreciation post with my fanon mcs for each LI.

Not Max cuz it didn't fit plus I dont know much about him to have my own headcannons.

Some scenarios I have on my head with the 3 boys represented visually.

Bloodlust devotion is hotpinkmoon's creation and I believe that it is going to be a future game that I will most certainly play. I recommend this to anyone who is into the yandere genre.

My favourite characters I think are Seth and James cuz Seth is relatable and James has feels like a rough dom but will also try not to hurt mc.

If anyone wants an actual post with the details just tell me and I'll try to have it done ^^

This is great and I love this

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Chapter 13: Interlude

(~0.3k words, see chapter list here)

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“My little seashell “

Carrying the Dorm Leaders (as if their burdens wasn't enough) - part 1

— Heartslabyul

— Savanaclaw

reblogs are absolutely appreciated!

Adding my own SAGAU brainrot to the pile

Creator!Reader | Word count: 1551

Someone is speaking.

It’s in a language you don’t recognise. But you still gravitate towards it without a second thought. You haven’t seen anyone in months. Haven’t heard another person speak in just as long. The whole living as a Disney princess off the land had been going pretty well so far; you had ample food, water and shelter. But you were lonely. Squirrels and birds were cute, but they didn’t understand you. You previously had never gone over a few days without speaking to someone that would speak back. And the lonelier you got, the more uncomfortable you became. Hyper aware of the cold and your lack of shoes, unable to relax due to the roaring sea that crashed constantly against the nearby craigs.

You pause as you reach the edge of the forest. Peering through the thin trees to the sandy beach you had woken up on only a month ago. There’s a woman there, muttering to herself as she paces along the length of the beach. She is also dressed as the character Yelan from Genshin Impact. Blue Hydro vision replica and all.

Still. She’s the first person you’ve seen in months. The first person you’ve seen since you woke up on this beach. It’s not weird enough to dissuade you from making your way down to the beach.

“Hello?” you call out.

For a moment you think she might not have heard you. That your voice, brittle with disuse, was overwhelmed by the crashing waves. You open your mouth again to call out to her again, when she turns sharply towards you.

The words she speaks are just as unfamiliar as before. But the fact that they’re spoken by another person is more than enough to fill you with relief.

“Hello,” you say again. Hopeful that that word is universal enough that she will recognise it as English. Even if she doesn’t speak the language. “Can you understand me?”

The woman—you try not to think of her as Yelan—looks at you consideringly. She takes a step forward, hands flexing at her side, before pausing.

“Greetings,” she says, bowing shallowly. Her accent is entirely foreign to you. Rolling the r and placing hard emphasis on the consonants. It makes her tone sound harsh, even though her body language and voice are relaxed.

You smile uncertainly at her.

“This envoy has been searching for you.” Her words are spoken with obvious care. It’s apparent from the concentration on her face, never mind the awkwardness of her speech, that her English is not fluent. But it’s such a massive relief to find out that she can understand you at all. You can’t help the relieved grin that works its way across your face. There was an envoy? A search party? Send out to find you after all this time? You had half given up on the possibility of ever seeing civilization again.

“Thank you. You’re a live saver. What’s your name?” You ask, after telling her yours.

She looks at you with the same assessing gaze. Taking you in; your scraggly hair, your threadbare clothes, your bare feet.

Whatever it is she’s looking for, she seems to find it. Because she crosses the distance between you, pulling her coat off her shoulders and throwing it over yours. It’s far too narrow to fit comfortably, but the fur trim against your face is so incredibly soft that you can’t resist the urge to brush your cheek against it. You snap out of it a second later, looking down at her with an embarrassed grin.

“This one’s name is Yelan,” she says.

It makes you frown. Maybe she really was nothing more than a weird cosplayer. But even so, this was still a person. One that presumably had a way off this island.

If she was even real. Your heart lurches at the horrible thought that this was some kind of mirage, crafted by your loneliness. An illusion would disappear the moment you took your eyes off her.

Moving faster than you thought possible, you grab her wrist. She feels real. Her arm is solid and warm beneath the thin material of her sleeve. You think you can feel the beating of her hard beneath your fingertips, but it’s just as likely to be your own.

“Sorry, I just-“you drop her hand. Abruptly aware of what you had just done. “Sorry I didn’t mean to. Please don’t leave me here.”

You do not look up and see her expression. Embarrassment and shame mixing in your gut. Instead, keeping you eyes fixed on your feet.

“This one will not leave Guyun Stone Forest alone,” the woman says softly. “Follow.”

She leads you to a shockingly large boat moored not far off the beach. You wonder how it was possible to have missed it. But you know the answer just as quickly as the question had crossed your mind. You had been far to occupied wallowing in your own loneliness in your makeshift shelter. Hidden away from the elements and the outside world alike. You wonder if there were any other similar vessels or search parties you missed.

A hush falls over the vessel as you board. The crew glancing nervously between themselves as Yelan helps you from the rowboat onto the deck.

The silence is cut by the sound of a woman yelling something, in that same unfamiliar language. You look towards the sound and are shocked by the sight of another woman dressed as Beidou. Electro vision catching the sun light as she walks towards them, chatting jovially all the while.

You are suddenly hit by the thought that what if there are not just a bunch of cosplayers working in search and rescue. After all what kind of search party had access to an eighteenth-century style vessel with canvas sails and rigging? You look up, towards the crow’s nest, and sure enough there’s a young man there dressed like Kaedehara Kazuha.

You look back down at the woman dressed as Beidou. You look at her vibrant purple eye, her overly confident demeanour and say, “Beidou?”

The woman, Beidou, tilts her head to the side as she says something that you assume to be a greeting or acknowledgement of some kind. She looks to Yelan with a predatory smile speaking all the while.

You don’t have much time to process the revelation before Yelan is grabbing you by the upper arm and leading you beneath the deck. Grip far too firm to be a mere suggestion. You suddenly feel incredibly overwhelmed. Is this some kind of Isekai scenario?

Yelan opens a door to a cabin, escorting you inside and finally letting you go. The cabin is sparse, little more than a bad nailed to one corner with a hempen blanket, and a bucket in the other.

“You’re name… it’s really Yelan right?”

“Do not leave this room,” she says in lieu of an answer. “Listen to the captain, listen to this one. This one promises Your Grace will reach the shores of Liyue Harbor safely.”

She leaves. Locking the door behind her.

You watch the closed door with disbelief. Waiting a moment before checking the latch, verifying that it really was locked—it was—before sinking to the ground in a daze.

And just like that you’re alone once again. Only this time, rather than being stranded on an island surrounded by friendly fauna and the open sky, you’re stuck in the dank hull of a ship all by yourself. You want to curl up in a ball on the bed. Only you can feel the boat creak and shudder around you. You’re too scared to move from you perch on the floor, one hand braced against a bed leg. Scared that the moment you let go the boat will lurch, and you’ll be flung across the room.

You realise that Yelan (Yelan from Genshin Impact) said that you would reach the shores of Liyue Harbor. But she never said what would happen afterwards.

It is, by far, the worst possible scenario. You can feel the panic building inside you. All-encompassing, loneliness forgotten. You feel the sting of betrayal. You had followed Yelan in good faith. Thinking that she was your path to rescue, your safety line. Only… for this.

The boat lurches, waves crashing deafeningly against the hull. It drives all thought from your mind other than fear. You’ve never been on a boat like this before. Never been beneath deck in a ship where you could smell wet wood. Where the ship was weak, flimsy enough that you could picture it smashing against the water after the drop from a tall wave.

The ocean only becomes more violent as you fall further into your state of blind panic. Louder and louder. More and more violent. You realise now, just how gentle the waves against the rocky outcrops of Guyun Sone Forest had been. The bucket, the only loose thing in the room, starts rolling around. Getting thrown around more and more violently as the boat crashes down on the uneven sea, again and again and again.

You know without a doubt, that this is the worst day of your life. You wonder how long the voyage to Liyue Harbor is meant to be.

Amazing

Sway Me [Yandere L x Reader]

Title: Sway Me [Yandere L x Reader]

Synopsis: The one thing you have left is your ability to not eat. And now your kidnapper wants to take even that small consolation away from you. Commissioned piece.

Word count: 3044

Notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, reader has an eating disorder, explicit eating disorder behaviors (including discussions of not eating, purging, hiding food) and eating disorder thoughts (mentions of calories, emptiness, nutrients, etc)

The sensation of a supremely empty stomach is a familiar one. You’ve been hungry before. Not just hungry, but empty. Running on nibbles and bites, or sometimes nothing at all. Fumes. Starving yourself until there is the wholly odd, unnatural sensation that feels like the interior of your stomach is trying to eat itself for want of anything else.

The quiet relief from these sensations is familiar, too. Relief that your stomach isn’t distended, that there’s nothing inside you but what you put into it. A blissful control that makes you feel, if even for a moment, that you are holding the reins.

So yes, yes, yes. All of that is familiar, memories that reach back so many years, from the first time you skipped a meal and felt powerful for it.

But the setting… the setting has changed. The company, too.

“Is your stomach bothering you again?”

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I love this so much🥺🥺🥺🥺

drew my fav twst character. go gamer boy go

Im so fucking gay

Fate’s Destiny ~ Chapter 6 || Liyue Harbor

SAGAU (self-aware Genshin AU)

You somehow, not being able to explain it, had fallen into the Genshin world you know oh-so-well. You were no new player and had explored most of the hooks and cranny’s of the world. When you first had woken up in Windrise you wondered; it might be a dream, after all, you were behind your screen usually and now- here? It made no sense, and the world was keen on keeping it that way.

Warnings: Spoilers for main story.

Words: 3.6k+ words

Summary chapter 6: After Xiao went to inform the other Adepti, you and Lumine head to Liyue Harbour to inform a certain harbinger. 

Auteurs note: Thanks for the wait everyone <3 life was really crazy for a good second there- but I’m back now and my main and only goal of this blog is to finish this fic!! 

Thanks to: @threbony​ for proofreading! You’re amazing!

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So pretty omg

♪ ♬ "Oh darling, dance with me now, under the rain, under the dark rain clouds~"♪ ♬ ♡♡♡

(mas bet ko fil lyrics pero para inclusive sksks) ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE DONE TRAD SORI IF ITS WONKY WAHHHHHH ANYWAY YEH BEEN MEANING TO DO A SPY X FAM ARTWORK! and so i drew them insp of Binibini by Zack Tabudlo because A) this song is in my ship's playlist and a scenario where post-battle they just dance in the frikin rain TO THE POINT THAT ITS ANOTHER ANIMATIC I WANNA DO AHHHHH //dies and B) I WATCHED HIS GIG WITH MY SIS AND MANNNNN LIVE VOCALS!!! so YEH :DD ♡♡♡

@childemoment I have been so into your story, I love it so much!

I drew the character design for the main character🌟

Why does tumblr make the quality like 3 times worse smh

Absolutely stunning. The amount of detail is so high quality

TW: a lil bit blood

Yandere Floyd ♡

Please don't repost elsewhere ^^

FR LMAO

I swear this is basically how it went

Yandere Azul Ashengrotto

(Scenarios and a drabble under picture)

From the game we know that Azul is highly insecure over his octopus form to a very high level due to the bullying he recievef when he was younger.

I envision his as a yandere for a darling that is perhaps enamoured by his form and is treats him as a friend rather than a freak.

:readmore:

Some scenarios to keep you at night

Darling could be a human who lives near the shore in a cabin and regularly goes to the sea to investigate the marine wildlife for university. Little does she know that she becomes the object of an octopus interest.

Maybe Azul met his darling on land in his human form in the Mostro Lounge or perhaps simply at a library or hallway. Darling could present a nice addition the the lounge as an employee so he decides to recruit her by any means possible. Trying to persuade them or bribe them into joining him, he develops some sort of friendship and he ends up crushing hard on his cute human. One thing leads to another as they hangout and his transformation spell becomes undone, freaking out the poor octopus. Rather than being horrified or berating him for being an octo-twerp, little darling is amazed and immediately starts fangirling over how cool he looks. Flabbergasted Azul is rendered speechless and his little crush blooms into an abomination of obsession.

Or maybe darling is just a little mermaid like him from back then who defended him. This shy little darling who is normally very quiet and observant suddenly stands up between the bullies and the victim and raises their voice to tell them off, shocking everyone. Only to then get filled with anxiety by their lack of response, grabbing the young Azul's hand and swimmi ng away as fast as possible. The young boy is rendered speechless by his saviour but is grateful nonetheless. Both nerds end up becoming friends and the pressure of impressing his newly formed crush fuels Azul to strive for a better version of himself that even he would be proud of. Once the Leech twins are introduced, they join the friend group which delights both darling and Azul. However, the latter grows a bit more possesive of darling as time passes due to what in his eyes is "competition". In the next few years tragedy strikes when it is known that little darling moves to land, leaving the little octopus sobbing uncontrollably in the pits of despair. He blames himself due to his inability to keep his darling and constantly berates his past self as the years pass. Once in NCR, the young students sees a familiar face in the crowd. His knees shake as his jaw drops. Hot tears try to crawl up his eyes but he stops himself before causing a scene on the middle of the hallway. Little darling was walking across the hallway, looking as lost as a dove. In that moment, Azul vows to keep her at her side no matter the cost. He wont fail her again now that he is given a second chance and he will most definitely claim her as the little darling she is.

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(Little drabble)

It was in the middle of the night when you woke up. The air was damp and humid and you knew you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. You curse out a few profanities as you try to get up and go wash your face. Once you reach the bathroom, the light blinds you a bit. You hiss at the intrusion of light but grow accustomed. You turn your head towards the window. The pale moon was shinning like a golden bead in the starry sky behind the occasional clouds.

'A midnight stroll would be nice, maybe I can even go swim for a bit and see Azul'

Azul was a boy you met a few months ago during one of your researchs. He was an odd man indeed. He both came out as charming and manipulating at the same time. He would often observe me whilst you were taking my notes or laugh at your abhorrent swimming skills. Sure, you sucked at it, but it was fun to do so, even more fun with him. Swimming was never your thing and it was remarked painfully due to his amazing talent for swimming. But who can blame you? You weren't half octopus like he was. His sheer existence both amazes and entrances you but you would never tell him that.

You put on a black swimsuit and a shirt on top, grab your trusty lamp and make your way out of the cabin. You hum as you stroll around the sand and climb some rock to go to your normal meeting place. There is a small sense of dread at the back of your mind but you push it away, flicking the thought away as if it were just some silly paranoia of yours.

Once you reach then end on the familiar rock, you call out his name softly.

'This is a bit ridiculous, he wont really come; wenever planned on meeting up today'

You cross your legs and close your eyes, letting the sound of crashing waves flood your senses. Your fingers glaze over some shells you placed the day before. You began to ponder on what you were actually doing there. How you were losing your time and how fucked your sleeping schedule was. You continue trying to tame the swarm of thoughts until you hear a familiar voice.

"I never expected you to call me at this time of night"

You open your eyes to meet his electric blue ones. You smile soflty and tell him you couldnt really sleep all that much. How you couldn't really go back to sleep, so you decided to go on a stroll.

"Im so glad you're here right now, I didn't think you'd feel the same as I do"

You loom at him confused, what was he talking about? Maybe you heard wrong. Yeah that must be it. You gaslight yourself into believing that didnt just happen. You change topics quickly and suggest to go out on a swim. He shuffles around a bit. He plops his head back into the sea with a small excuse and is back soon enough. You take off your shirt and lean closer to the edge. That sense of dread comes back and you begin to second guess yourself.

'Maybe this is a bad idea, what if I catch a cold or get lost??'

You voice your concerns over to the young octopus hut he shakes them off and reassures you that he will have a tight grip on you with one of his tentacles, which helps you calm your nerves a bit. You extend your arm out to the bast sea. Azul does the same. You both extend your arms little by little. You were just about to hold hands when he jerked his clawed hand to your wrist.

Confused, you take a quick glance at his face and regret it almost instantly. He looked sick and twisted. His eyebrows were raised and his cheeks where flushed deeply. His mouth was contorted into a wide grin that had a bit of drool down the side of the mouth. But his eyes were the ones that scared you the most. His electric blue eyes were dilated and full of pleasure. They were gleaming with something unsettling. His face screamed one thing.

Obssesion.

He yanked your body towards him and you immediately went down crashing into to vast ocean. You closed your eyes on impact but felt how cold the ocean was immediately. This was heightened as thick tentacles entangled themselves around your body. You open your eyes to see your captor. It stings. But his sickening expression unnerves you. As you struggle against his grip,he takes out a little bottle from his other hand. He tips the vial into his lips and pours into his mouth. He grabs your jaw softly before crashing his lips towards yours. You struggle even harder with a newfound energy which is soon depleted due to how much you craved oxygen. You finally part your lips and the liquid is transferred to you. It was thick and as it went down your throat it stung. Your vision slowly darkens as his grip only tightens. The last thing you see was that lovesick expression contort even more as his grip on you tightens.

"Finally mine, all mine and only mine"

(That was long af but it was so fun omg. Tbf it is trash but meh, it has helped me think about new concepts.)

This made me feel so scared

100% recommended, I loved it

So I hear a serial killer Jade 👀 go on. (Ooh as someone that likes tru crime this gave me an idea but I would love to hear more from u)

I have been watching a lot of true crime lately, so it gave me inspiration. I think Jade would be scarier as a serial killer than Floyd. Jade would tear you apart, piece by piece, slowly and methodically—starting with your mentality and working his way outside. Floyd’s kills would be dependent on his mood swings. Most of his murders would be a spur of the moment thing and they’re all violent and angry deaths. At the very least, you won’t have a chance to feel scared because Floyd’s quick about it (most of the time).

I’ll share my brief thoughts below!

(cw: yandere, female reader, pregnancy mention, unhealthy relationship/behaviors, mentions of murder/death/violence, kidnapping/captivity, mentions of blood/gore, drugging)

Ever since police discovered a body half-submerged in the river, his eyes gouged, face scratched, body bruised and littered with scrapes, people have started wondering who or what could have done such a brutal thing. The man was missing his left arm; it had been seemingly severed with a sharp blade and was wrapped expertly. Dark crimson bled through the bandages. There was also a gaping hole in his chest, exposing pearly bone and strings of tissue. His heart was missing. A few fingers had been chopped off and what remained was bandaged stubs, but other characteristics that may be used to identify the body remained intact. It turned out to be a man with a shady past. He’d had his fair share of run-ins with the authorities, but he had been on track for nearly five years now. Those who knew him claimed he had been working to fix his life.

In other words, he wasn’t anyone special. Just your random citizen stuck in a bad place at a bad time.

As the authorities work to piece together this crime and identify what truly killed the man (because there are so many possibilities as the coroner encounters new findings during the autopsy), the city is gripped with fear, curiosity, and disgust. Just what sick person could be capable of such a heinous crime? And why did they remove the man’s heart? Why was it so violent?

By the time another body shows up—this one is female—and police note that her heart has also been harvested from her chest cavity, along with some other organs (liver and intestines), they’re certain it’s the same person. Interestingly enough, her eyes were untouched, blindfolded with a thick strip of cloth.

Is it a cannibal? Is it a monster? No one really knows, and police haven’t the faintest clue on who to look for. Without a potential suspect, they’re stuck building the list from the ground up. Like the man, the woman was also no one of importance. She was a prostitute who had been disowned by her mother and, according to the autopsy, she had been two months into a pregnancy.

With the careful way the organs were extracted, police begin to wonder if the killer is connected to the organ trafficking business. They certainly seem to know their way around a dissection and human anatomy. Perhaps they’re someone in the medical field? It’s anyone’s guess, really.

But from comparing the bodies, they can see a few similarities. The hearts were removed, the eyes were either gouged or covered, and both the man and woman had been dumped in their respective locations after they had been killed. 

As police tell reporters they’re working to solve this case, someone brings up a valid question. Are there any other bodies out there that have yet to be discovered?

Police don’t want to assume that this killer’s body count is higher than what they’ve already found, but it’s a possibility they can’t scratch off the list. The killer targeted unimportant people, but who knows where and when they’ll strike next. If they can kill a pregnant woman so viciously, what’s stopping them from moving onto children? The elderly? 

They must be stopped. 

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Jade Leech loves humans.

He loves their weaknesses, their vulnerabilities, their anatomy, their taste. There really isn’t anything special about his murders. He doesn’t do it for the thrill or because he’s trying to prove an outlandish point. He does it simply because he’s hungry. Because regular meals can no longer satisfy him and humans are so easy to capture and dismantle. 

Azul and Floyd do not know of his obsession and he intends to keep it that way. Both lead promising lives and his is so shrouded in darkness. Should a day come when he’s caught, it would spell trouble for those around him. Floyd has his face; the amount of hate and ostracism he’ll receive will certainly crush him. Azul’s business might even go down with Jade. After all, no one wants to be associated with a serial killer. Therefore, Jade has resolved to hide this world-altering secret from his brother and friend.

He wears a mask to hide his sharp teeth. He makes sure to take transformation potions so that the effect won’t wear off and his monstrous form won’t be exposed to humans. He is polite and respectful—an upstanding member of human society. He keeps his distance, he blends in with the crowd, and he only ever targets those who have been cast aside by society. Rejects in his eyes—people who are no longer cared for by the world. What poor, fragile things. Jade will be sure their sacrifices are not in vain. He will make an adequate meal out of them, and whatever’s left can serve as fertilizer for his dear plants and mushrooms. 

Although it is comical to throw a bone to the police every now and then. The two bodies he dumped—one in the river and the other in a waste bin in some dingy alley—didn’t taste edible at all. He supposes that’s what happens when humans ruin their bodies with alcohol and drugs and other harmful substances. They were of no use to him. They could not feed him. What sorry lumps of human flesh. They weren’t even worth becoming fertilizer.

He meets you through Azul. You’re Azul’s personal fitness trainer and every morning the two of you set off on your mile run. It kills Azul and he hates it, but he does it anyways because a good businessman ought to stay in shape. You’re so encouraging; you match Azul’s pace, you tell him it’s okay to take breaks, and you praise him for doing well. Your behaviors are genuine and kind; you care for Azul and his health. And after a year of this routine, it seems like Azul cares for you, too. 

Jade accompanies the two of you on your runs sometimes, as will Floyd if he’s feeling it. Azul can’t stand it when the two of them join in and he’ll get quite defensive about his reasoning whenever Floyd pokes fun. Jade finds it amusing to see Azul grow flustered and huffy over something so simple. It’s very cute. What’s cuter, though, is you. You’re not a reject, you’re important, you have connections. You’re conscious of your health, you treat your body carefully, and you’re very capable. You are, in Jade’s mismatched eyes, a premium meal. 

When you reach the end of your run, sweaty and thoroughly energized, and you lift your shirt to wipe at your face Jade can’t help staring at your stomach. It’s cute; you’re cute. Every inch of you, from top to bottom, has him salivating. He wonders what face you might make as he slices into you with deadly precision. What will your blood taste like? What will your heart taste like? What noises will you make? Will you scream and cry? Will you fight him? 

Alas, his interest in you is troublesome. People will notice when you go missing. They will come looking. They care about you. Jade supposes that securing high-quality ingredients will prove to be a challenge. This isn’t like the others he’s killed and eaten. This is different; this is risky. But he can’t stop his thoughts from running wild as he observes you from afar, noting how you move, how you interact with other humans, how you light up when you cheer for Azul.

He must plan accordingly if he wishes to take you for himself. In the meantime, he’ll have to settle for street food. 

Jade will have you. It’s only a matter of time. Patience is key, after all, and a skilled hunter like himself knows how to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike.

And when he does finally steal you away after months and months of preparation and practice, you’re horrified. Understandably so, considering his hobby is not legal or morally correct. He’ll console you in a soft voice, but it doesn’t do anything to soothe the fear. Now that you see him without his mask it becomes clear that he’s not entirely human. No human could have sets of teeth that sharp. His teeth are designed for shredding the toughest of flesh. 

You learn that he’s the serial killer everyone’s been talking about on the news. You also learn that his motive isn’t to kill you for the fun or thrill of it. He intends to dissect you, devour every possible organ and limb he can until all that remains are your bones and gallons of drained blood. He’s insane. And when he forces some strange liquid down your throat and you feel yourself growing numb and tired, you plead with a heavy tongue. He’s looking over you like a butcher readying his knives and, as desperation and fear mount, you blurt the first excuse that pops into your head.

You tell him you’re pregnant.

And why should that matter? Jade does not care about pregnancy or human children. But when he sees the tender way you hold your stomach, tears staining your pretty skin, he feels...something. Perhaps he’s conflicted. Perhaps the sight warms his cold heart. 

“Pregnant.” He repeats the word slowly, testing it on his tongue. “You’re pregnant.”

“I am!” You force your eyelids open, willing yourself to stay awake. The moment you fall asleep is the moment your life ends. You can’t let that happen. “I found out a f-few weeks ago. So please don’t do this. Y-You can kill me if you want, but please wait until the baby’s born. Please...”

Nine months. That’s the normal gestation period for human young. Nine months is a long time to wait for a premium meal. He’ll certainly grow restless within the first few months. What is he meant to do with your child once it’s born? Is he meant to devour them as well? He really has no use for a child, but if it’s yours he can make an exception for you. 

“Who is the father?”

“A-Azul.”

"Hm.” His eyes cloud over with an unreadable emotion. “Is Azul aware of this?”

“Not yet. I... I was going to tell him soon.”

Jade frowns. Things just became far more complicated than he anticipated. 

“Very well.” He sets his tools aside, peering down at you on the metal examination table. “You will live for nine months. I shall care for you up until the day you give birth.” His hand lingers on the largest knife in his collection, a subtle warning. “I’m certain you already know the consequences that come with an escape attempt.”

You nod frantically, weakly struggling in your restraints. “T-Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Jade's scrutinizing gaze travels from your face to your throat to your abdomen, and he lifts your shirt to observe your stomach. And then he looks back at you and, in a gentler tone, says, “What would you like for dinner? I’ll prepare something nutritional for you.”

You list a random food, slurring the words incoherently, before your eyes shut altogether and you succumb to the sedative.

You’ll have a few months to work out an escape—if one is even possible. Pray that Jade does not discover your lie in the meantime. If he learns that you are not truly pregnant...

It’s a race against the clock and Jade’s perceptive intelligence. 

Overblot Jamil

(drabble under photo)

If Yandere Jamil were to overblot, I 100% envision him trapping his darling. He would both treat them as royalty and as a slave. Being made to wear the softest of silks and finest jewellery to then serve the new sultan and a mere concubine.

Imagine

You go pick some grapes for Jamil from the bowl that was once made to feed everyone. Your hands tremble a bit at the thought of returning to the once main hall of the neighbouring dorm. Where was Grim to help you out of this one? The now overblotted Jamil laid comfortably spread out on a mountain of soft pillows. His eyes closed and expression calm as he is had finally taken his resting place by force.

You turn back and head to the Sultan's location. The chains around your wrists and chest jiggle as you move. You had been "bestowed the finest of robes by the oh so mighty and powerful yet kindJamil". You roll your eyes at the irony of the portrayal of your new kidnapper. The clothes matched his in an uncanny fashion. Same reds and same chains around the chest piece in the way that made the wearer uncomfortable. Your ankles and wrists had heavy bracelets with tiny bells that resemble what parents often put on their kinds to locate them. Your outfit was not suited fot the cold night in the scarabian dorm and the your crown felt more like a mockery than a symbol of power. Nonetheless the cherry on the cake was of course the golden collar around your neck. It had snakes carved in it and red accents in a way that screams "Jamil's property" without actually putting his name.

Utterly humiliating.

You kneel in front of him and bow your head down, not daring to look at his eyes. You sat a few feet away from him, not really into someone entering your personal space afterall. Personal space that would soon be breached as one of his snakes coiled around your arm. It slid smoothly and soon enough you were yanked rather painfully towards the man himself.

"Sit closer. How would you feed me properly from over there?

Without opening his eyes he chuckled softly, as if you were a mere silly little lamb. You try to stutter a small response but stop talking after the reptile around your arm rests its head on your shoulder. You took the message rather quickly; dont waste my time. Extending your arm toward his mouth, you hang the grape cluster above him. His now sharp teeth pluck a grape and begins to chew it. After an excruciatingly extensive and repetitive course of action, the grapes are now gone and you are left anxious at his future commands.

The worst is expected. Anything from humiliating to painful. It was already pretty embarrassing to wear that outfit but the now unpredictable Jamil was something to fear. You twiddle your fingers. The snakes make soft hissing noise that only adds to your anxiousness. Maybe grabbing more fruit will make them satisfied? You slowly got up from your sitting position, careful not to annoy him, only to be pulled once again downwards. You land rather ungracefully on top of the Sultan. You face explodes pink in embarrassment. Your wrists have been tied by snakes wrapping themselves around them. As the black reptiles squeeze, Jamil opens one of his eyes to look at you are smirks.

"Now where do you think you are going? I want to hear your pretty voice" he coos.

"Now tell me what I want to hear princess~"

(Wow this is my first time writing and it shows goddamn it. I just had this scenario while drawing it)

Im gonna redesign raiden shogun cuz for me she doesnt give me the intimidation that she is supposed to give

I wanna make her more empress-like

Yelan👁👄👁

(Ngl I would let her step on me) jk/.... unless?

No but seriously, Hoyoverse here doing these disgustingly beautiful details and my pencils and my lack of skill just cant cope.

Tbh I gave Yelan different shoes cuz I didnt find a good reference 😭😭😭

She is hot af

Abyss lumine hits different 🌈

I'm absolutely on the eimiko ship, they are so cute together!