You're Too Good To Be True ღ 彡 !

Top 5 yan!Genshin men that would commit murder to off a rival or a threat to their darling? Ironically, I haven't come across much... murder in a lot of yandere imagines despite them being-- well, /yandere/, which tend to be famous for killing, frankly.

I think it’s partially due to the greater view of the ‘yandere’ concept evolving. Yes, the murder is still there, but yanderes aren’t defined by the crimes they commit, but by the love they feel towards their Darling that makes them commit those crimes. And, frankly, the whole ‘I will murder everyone in your life so that you’ll love only me’ schtick gets boring after you read the same thing over and over. Like, there are other crimes besides murder.

Anyway, philosophical tangents aside, let’s get back to what we’re actually here for.

Diluc is fiercely protective and will not hesitate to get his hands dirty if he needs to keep you safe. Doesn’t matter if they’re Fatui, some drunkard who got a little too handsy, or even someone he used to be close to. As long as not a hair on your head is out of place, he can relax.

Scaramouche does not see the value in the life of an individual human. Their lifespan is so short and whatever power they have is weak. You are the only one in his eyes that matters.

Childe is notorious for his bloodlust and desire for a good fight. So, he’ll let his victim struggle a bit, build up the courage - or frustration - needed to lash back, only to stop toying with them and cut them down with one last strike.

Fakebedo. Do I even need to explain this one? He literally went after his own brother. What makes you think he’d hesitate to kill some random schmuck who is getting a little too close to you to his liking?

Abyss Prince Aether does not care for the current state of this world. He has a divine war to win, so what’s the loss of one more life? The needs of the many outweigh the needs of one filthy mongrel.

Do you write for Kazuha and Diluc yet? I read your blanket hog thing and I'm wondering what they'd be like, please? ;w;

I do write for them, yes! I was planning on doing a part two of that as well since so many people liked it. I’ll definitely add them in this one!

Genshin Men With Blanket Hog Reader Part 2

Warnings: Use of pet names, a little suggestive at Kazuha’s part but nothing explicit

Diluc

This man is rarely ever sleeping in bed at night

He’s either working late nights at Angel’s Share, or fulfilling his duties at the Dark Knight Hero

So when he has came home early in the morning to see you still sleeping, blankets wrapped around you, he had a good idea that he would be better off bringing his own blankets.

On nights where he does lay beside you to go to sleep, you two always cuddle up underneath the covers.

And Diluc always wakes up in the middle of the night because of the cold air

To which he just sighs, reaches down to get the spare blankets, and drapes them over himself before going back to sleep

He’s a man that adapts to situations, and this is no different

Sometimes when he wakes up, he just stares in wonder and confusion at how you even managed to get the blankets wrapped around you so tight

He’s almost convinced that you do it on purpose sometimes just to annoy him

He secretly finds it adorable though. He’s a stoic man with a soft heart.

He goes right back to cuddling you too with a sigh of annoyance once he’s situated with his own blankets

Kaeya

This man smirks and tries not to laugh

He has photos on his Kamera of you hogging the blankets in the most inhumane positions ever

He uses those photos to tease you

“Oh, Jean, look at this one with my dearest in the blankets practically covered in drool-“

“Kaeya I will kill you.”

He’s even hung the photos around the house and cackled as you lectured him about it with an embarrassed blush on your face

Much like Childe, although more gentle, he will snatch the blankets away from you to give himself some warmth

Which causes you to snatch them back

You both just go back and forth till he pins you down by hugging you

With your protests being ignored, he wraps the blankets around the both of you and goes to sleep

I’m pretty sure you do it almost nightly just to have him hug you to sleep

Which I mean, I’m not judging, I’d do the same

Although there have been nights where he has gotten slightly annoyed that you took the blankets away from him for the fifth time within the past hour

During those times, he’s tempted to keep the blankets in place with ice

He actually did that one time, which you had to explain to him that that’s counterproductive cause now it’s extra cold in the room

He just shrugged, “At least now you get to feel what I feel dearest, now, come here and let me cuddle you for warmth. Maybe then you’ll leave the blankets alone, hm?”

Kazuha

Ever the gentleman, he’ll let you have the blankets

He doesn’t want to disturb you from your sleep, you look so peaceful

He instead settles on cuddling close to you for warmth

On a particularly cold night at sea, he woke up shivering

He tried to slowly wedge the blanket out from under you, but ultimately ended up waking you up

He smiled at you before apologizing, “I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to wake you, please go back to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up once more,”

You felt so bad, especially with how you saw him shivering like a leaf in a harsh storm

Since that night, you made it an effort to tuck him into bed first to ensure the blankets stayed on him

Beidou teases you both for it ever since she accidentally walked in on you tucking him in one night

During a conversation when Beidou was teasing you guys about it, he just smiled at her before stating, “I’m just grateful that that’s all you walked in on us doing.”

Cue a spit take from Beidou and her cackling like a madman

You had to walk away from the shear amount of ignominy you felt coursing through your system

Kazuha just gave a soft grin as he watched you walk away

Yae Miko

Early into the relationship, she would have gently woken you up and asked for the blankets back

Then she would cuddle in close to keep you from moving around so much

If you kept taking the blankets, then she would zap you till you gave them up

Not in a harmful way, but just enough to make it tickle

She’ll have you in tears from laughing until you’ve learned your lesson

She also just loves your laugh but don’t tell anyone that

Later into the relationship, once she knows she can truly trust you, she’ll sleep on the bed with you in her fox form

At that point, you can hog all of the blankets if you’d like to. Her fox form keeps her warm enough

She’ll snuggle up to you in her sleep, her tail and ears flickering every now and then

Then in the morning, since she wakes up before you, she’ll turn back and pepper your face in kisses before leaving to go do shrine duties

10/10 best person to hog the blankets from

Genshin Characters That Eat Pussy For Your Pleasure Vs Their Pleasure

//18+ MINORS DNI - AFAB! Reader

Uhmmm I just had some thoughts heheh.

Albedo, Ei, Ayato, Heizou, Kazuha, Diluc, Xiao, Centi, Childe

Genshin Characters That Eat Pussy For YOUR Pleasure:

Albedo -> I hope you don’t mind him experimenting with his tongue and various toys on you, scribbling down the results, sometimes doing so while suckling on your clit. He edges you until you cry, maybe if you beg he’ll stuff his fingers in your cunt and curl them until you squirt.

Ei -> She’s new to all this, a pussy virgin if you will. Guide her with your fingers in her hair and she’ll melt between your legs with each praise that slips past your lips. She might just feel the need to slip a hand between her thighs. Don’t be too surprised to feel an electric tingle between your slippery folds as she kitten-licks you to completion.

Ayato -> He’s a busy, busy man, so what better way to please his needy darling than to eat them out on his desk? His tongue easily bringing you to climax within minutes, gloved hands gripping your thighs and keeping you close to his face. Presses a sweet little kiss to your throbbing clit when you cry out his name.

Heizou -> This detective is on the case! Figuring out what makes you break with his mouth and fingers alone is his favorite pastime. He likes it messy, slobber and your own cum from a previous orgasm spilling down his cheeks and chin as you ride his tongue. For the love of all the Archons, sit on this dudes face.

Genshin Character ls That Eat Pussy For THEIR Pleasure:

Kazuha -> A certified pussy-holic, always begging to eat you out. He drags you to a secluded corner whenever he can, dropping to his knees just to shove his face between your legs. He needs to taste you, needs you to cream on his tongue, eyes rolling back in his head as you moan his name.

Diluc -> His favorite way to destress is to have you laid out on his king sized bed, spreading your legs so he can have full access to you. He could spend hours just leisurely swirling his tongue around your clit, edging you until you cry for him. Just wait a bit longer, he’s not done yet.

Xiao -> Pussy menace. He’s practically growling possessively between your thighs, acting as though your cunt belongs to him and him alone. Try and push him away and he’ll nip your thigh, diving right back in to this grand feast. If you just so happen to enjoy it, great, but he’s here trying to drink up all you essence, licking you clean each time you cum.

Venti -> Ruthless bard who gets so drunk on eating you out that he loses the ability to think. Your cries for more make his cock twitch, and he find himself humping you, the bed, or whatever he can shamelessly grind his hips into. Shoves his tongue in your pussy just to pull away and watch as your hole clenches around nothing. Brings a dumb smile to his face.

Childe -> This man is a feral beast, don’t expect him to be gentle with you. Gets really into it, moaning against your pussy as your thighs squeeze his head. He’s delirious, letting a glob of spit drop onto your clit before wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking it clean. He’s prone to making your legs shake so bad and overstimulating you to the point where you have to use the safe word, he just gets so lost.

⸸ Yandere Lobotomy Corp — Plague Doctor Headcanons ⸸

(Disclaimer: A yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I make as many Abnormalities humanoid as possible. OOC and fanon are to be expected)

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A kind smile, a sultry voice, and a form that humans could love and worship.

That was everything the Plague Doctor was meant to be.

So, when he first came to the facility, it came as no surprise to see all these humans flocking around him like flies drawn to an irresistible slab of meat.

It was all going according to plan. He would never have bothered to conceal himself it didn't get him the followers he needed.

All except you. You, who refused to acknowledge him as anything more than 'Abnormality.'

It was honestly insulting to be called that, as if he were the wayward soul in this place. It was not him that was the problem. It was all these miniscule creatures believing that they are the top of the world.

It's called, 'pride'...and it is a sin you are very guilty of, dear.

Before you are worthy of seeing his true form and the paradise he can give, you must learn about humiliation first.

Your refusal to trust and open up to him is more or less...thrilling. It wasn't often that he encountered a human rejecting him directly. Even the most pious and virtuous of men fall into his clutches eventually. It would be delicious to see your free will eventually break for him, and he wanted to be there to savor it.

But alas, you just. Wouldn't. Crack.

If he so much as take a step closer to you, never mind try to touch you, you immediately try to flee from him.

Why? Whywhywhywhy--W H Y?

He keeps that calm, gentle, ever-serene façade, but deep down, he was dying to pin you down and force you to worship him.

WHY WON'T YOU WORSHIP HIM?

After the third blessing, he did everything to be of service to you. Befriending you. Even offering you to find solace in his containment unit when you seemed to be on the verge of breaking. You remained distant.

After his fifth blessing, he offered to heal all your scars and injuries, but you refused, stating that you could just heal immediately in the Main Room of your department.

After his eight blessing, he told many of his believers to persuade you into trusting him. They had told you how good he was to them, how much he cared for all of the Agents...and how much he worried about you, especially.

After his tenth blessing, he feigned heartache and sadness, for a certain 'infidel' refused to accept his 'help'. Not long after, you suddenly began to find threatening letters in your bunker, your locker, in your favorite spots...No matter where you went, you didn't feel safe, even around other humans. His cult was always watching you.

After his eleventh blessing, his benevolent mask began to crumble. You can hear in his voice exhaustion, weariness, irritation. Naturally, he kept his amiable manner of speech, but occasionally, you swore you saw his closed eyes flutter open...and you saw red.

If you still didn't choose to accept him after the twelfth blessing, well...don't say he didn't try to spare you.

"I only wish to serve you, to heal you of your wounds and heartache. I want to save you...so why doth thee refuse me?"

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I must confess...I would quite certainly die if I were an agent working for L-Corp.

As you can see, I have absolutely no reservation kissing mysterious guys dressed entirely in black, looking like fallen angels from the Bubonic Plague.

Oh, and here is a sneak-peek of what's to come next:

Things are only about to get spicier, dear Anon. Don't fret that I have forgotten thee~

- Eldritch

pretty bunny yan!tighnari x bunny!reader (bunny reader brainrot send thirst)

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"oh bunny~"

his voice purred into your ear as he folds your legs over against you, pressing you into a mating press. his cock prods at your hole, smearing the pre against you.

"my sweet bunny, wont you be mine?"

he looks into your eyes, waiting for your response. your ears folded over and you grab them, pulling them over your face to hide how red youve gotten. one of his hands comes up and grabs yours, pinning it to the bed.

"i said.. wont you be mine, bunny?"

you still dont answer, too shy to speak. he tisks and thrusts himself into you harshly, setting a quick and deep pace right at the start.

"come on, we're perfect for each other. both in the midst of our ruts.. together~! its like fate was pulling us together. nng! youre so tight, so perfect for me, youre so perfect, be mine, be mine please, wont you be mine?"

you cant hide the moans spilling from your lips. hes right, you're both in the middle of your heats. he could smell it in the air, pleading you to let him breed you because it was just too hard to resist. with your clouded mind, you couldnt think of anything else but his cock going into you, so you agreed.

he pressed you into the mattress and went harder, letting out a strained moan. he couldnt help himself. his ears flattened against his head and he continued to spew out dirty words, calling you his bunny.

"my bunny.. my bunny.. i have thoughts about you.. dirty dirty thoughts.."

you cry out as you start to feel a warmth build up in your stomach.

"close! m close,,"

"fuck-"

tighnari's hips went faster, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your neck. he wants to mark you so everyone knows youre his.

"nari! n-nari!" you squeal, moaning out.

he groans hearing that nickname coming from you. with a few last thrusts of his hips, you both cry out in ecstasy. but does this stop him from pounding into you? not at all <3

⸸ Eyes on Me — The Silent Orchestra ⸸

(An AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made as many Abnormalities into aesthetically pleasing humanoids as possible, so OOC and fanon are to be expected. Inspired by my personal experience playing with these fuckers ladies and gentleman for the first time.)

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Mentions of other Abnormalities like the Crumbling Armor, WhiteNight, [Censored], and Nothing There as humanoids. MC knows nothing about classical music.

Pairing: [Insert!MC] x T-01-31

Word Count: 2200 <

Description: The Silent Orchestra was born to be praised. To be loved. To hear the applause of anyone that stumbles upon them. But to guarantee the survival of the facility's entire personnel, it is detrimental that agents must deprive them of that privilege. No matter how deserving, no matter how tempted they are to scream and applause with madness...

...The Conductor must never see their soul.

Warning: general yandere themes (obsession), gore

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The moment the Manager chose to contain T-01-31, the entire facility was bound to fall into break and ruin.

Agent [Name] was in the middle of doing Instinct work on O-05-61 when the warrior suddenly spoke to them.

"Go. Your strength is needed elsewhere." With a wave of his hand, a blue flame began flickering around [Name], sparking a new kind of vigor within them. And just like that, the door behind them slid open.

But before they ran out of the containment unit, they made sure to bow in gratitude.

Sure, it was just something the Abnormality did for those he found worthy, but it was still a nice gesture.

Some personnel had reported feeling wary or anxious around O-05-61. Some said that they felt something akin to a thin line being tightly wrapped around their neck around him. But for [Name], they only ever felt warm, safe, around the warrior, and with the blue flames engulfing them, that sensation didn't disappear, even as they traversed further and further away from O-05-61's containment unit.

Not long after, the Manager immediately ordered them to go to the Central Communications Department. Suppression Work.

[Name] could only assume the worst had happened. That an ALEPH-class Abnormality had breached.

...But who?

It couldn't have been Nothing There nor [CENSORED]. There were dead bodies, yes. A lot of them in fact, but it was too...clean. It was a word they never thought they would use to describe a massacre, but it was true. It lacked the barbarity and unrestrained violence that [Censored]'s unique killing style had. That Abnormality left entrails and mangled remains in its wake, leaving no surface untouched by blood.

But it couldn't have been Nothing There's either. The Assimilator left wounds too large to be from a human weapon. Besides, it favoured short-distance weapons; the scythe and mace in particular. These corpses had bullet wounds.

[Name] couldn't help but feel their heart sink. This was obviously a massacre committed by humans.

All the while, [Name] could hear it, the absolute chaos that was currently the CC Department. It was a tumult of horrified screams and the mad ramblings of agents on a murderous rampage. But even through it all, they could sense it.

The music of the end.

It thrummed through their bones, sending vibrations down their spine. It was as if the very sound was trying to encroach their mind.

By the time [Name] reached the Central Communications Department, they were greeted by absolute chaos. Beneath the sharp howls of violins and flutes, and the angry growls of brass instruments, they found their fellow agents.

The panicking ones were out on a murderous rampage, their eyes crazed with bloodlust as they hacked and slashed at anything that moved, but some were just sitting on the ground, staring catatonically at nothing. Then, there were those who were still sane, struggling to stay intact.

And at the midst of it all was the perpetrator.

He looked tall and proud as he stood there on a platform with his players. His hands gracefully motioned about, waving some sort of stick. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be made from the ivory of bones.

At first, [Name] thought it was WhiteNight, but no. If it was, she should have heard the bells before she even left 0-05-61's containment unit. This was...was this the new Abnormality?

The brass were getting louder, overpowering the soft chords of the strings, until eventually, all slowed to quietness.

But the performance wasn't over yet.

[Name] took this opportunity to land their killing blow. The man—Abnormality had their back turned to them. He was completely engrossed in whatever he was doing. Directing the Orchestra? But there was nothing else in front of him other than four women in white, all of whom only played violin and...whatever the bigger violins are called. Didn't they only need the stick-man for a large group of players?

Like WhiteNight, it was a mystery where music was coming from. Quite possibly, this Abnormality had a unique ability that negated the need for physical instruments. That was probably what its little stick was for.

Carefully, they aimed their gun for his head. Sure, a rifle from Der Freischütz won't kill them like it would a human, but it is a humanoid. Surely, a shot to the head would stop him even for just a second?

"S-stop."

A weak, raspy voice halted them. [Name] looked down at the ground beside him and realized the Agent was still alive. Immediately they knelt down. Not to help her, but so they could hear her better.

"How did everyone die?" Information was more important than anything else right now. Their survival relied on being able to avoid whatever killed their colleagues.

"The...music." She began hacking up blood. It took a while before she was able to breathe fine again. "It drove everyone mad."

"Then how come you're still alright?"

"I'm a senior. The lower-ranks weren't able to withstand it. What level are you?"

"Three...I think I have enough Prudence. And fortitude."

"Save it. You think you'll be able to take down that thing on your own? My entire team was decimated by that monster." Her rage seeped through their teeth like the blood on her chin. But beneath it all, they could see grief. Pain.

"Wait for back up, at least. Or hope that this day will be over soon, and you can leave this hell hole to be cleaned up by someone else."

That was...true. The departments from the upper levels were probably still harvesting energy. If that was true, then they should be reaching the daily quota soon.

But that was hopeful thinking. They might finish the day, but would they be able to make it until then?

"God damn, this is what I hate about this job," she angrily spat out, blood mixed with saliva dripping down her chin. "You'll never know what you're dealing with until its out killing all of your colleagues."

"What do you think its defenses are?"

She blinked, trying to recall, but with her blood loss, that seemed like a tremendous task. "I...I don't know. At first, no one could hurt it, but Emily with the Black weapon was able to hurt it for a while. But then, it just stopped working. After that, that awful noise began to ring in my ears, and everyone suddenly went crazy." Tears began to pool in her eyes. "I think...it became immune to damage altogether."

[Name]'s eyes couldn't help but widen.

Immune to damage..? That's..! That shouldn't be possible! If nothing could hurt them, then—

They turned to look back at the pale man. Beside them, they heard the dying Agent chuckle roughly. "What the hell is the Manager going to do about this?"

What the hell, indeed. If it can't be hurt, then was suppressing this thing even possible?

The music became more and more dynamic, probably nearing its finale, until finally, the clanging of metal and abrupt bellows of trumpets warned the descent of the grand finale.

A...flute? Oboe? Whatever it was, it began playing a soft sound similar to a rooster's crow in the morning. And as it did so, the women in white shook their fingers in a way that made the strings tremble.

When it finally did, [Name] thought they could relax...but they knew there were consequences for this.

They failed.

That was when every single person in the room began to laugh, scream, and cry in joy. Except for their senior. The agent beside them only clutched their head, nails digging harshly through their temples.

"What's wrong? Ma'am?"

She began to scratch, the soft skin easily peeling off from the unrestrained force.

"Make it stop make it stop make it STOP!"

[Name] could only watch helplessly as their senior kept banging her head against the floor. They tried to restrain her, but they only wound up with deep scratch marks on their arms. Their weapon might kill her, but knocking them out with the butt of their rifle would be worth it. But just as they were about to do it, all the lights in the department died out.

That was when when they heard the explosions.

All around them, [Name] heard their final cries of anguish before it all ended spectacularly with a bang. It was as if someone had shot them to end their suffering, but...

They touched the blood that splattered onto their face. It was still warm. Rubbing it between their fingers, they felt little chunks of meat and shards of bone.

What kind of gun could...did Der Freischütz shoot his magical bullet?

But that didn't make sense. His bullets never miss. Once he shoots, it hits everything in its way. They should be dead right now.

Their questions were answered soon enough when the emergency lights began to flicker an ominous red throughout the entire facility.

For a split second, they saw it. The corpses lying on the ground. The twisted bouquet of brain mush, eyes, and skull shrapnel where their heads should be.

They could only stand there, shocked. It was only a fracture of a second, but they were already closing their eyes, unwilling to see more.

'Maestro...it seems like one of them made it 'till the finale.'

They heard an airy voice speak, likely from one of the women in white.

Eyes still shut, [Name] could only listen to the clacking of shoes against the CC Department's polished floors. It grew closer, and closer until stopping in front of them. Just a little, they opened their eyes to see.

All they saw was the white of his shirt, the delicate black ornamentations on his tailcoat, and the fine weaving of his cravat. Even amidst all the gore and blood, he somehow remained untouched, unsullied.

The false purity reminded them of WhiteNight, and it made them sick.

[Name] refused to look up. They would have closed their eyes again if it weren't for how angry they felt. From their peripherals, they could still see the aftermath, and now, they couldn't stop looking at it.

The fact that something could kill, cause absolute chaos, and still remain clean, spotless, or act as if they have done no wrong...it made their blood boil.

"Maestro, perhaps she is deaf."

"Or crass. Trashy Another rubble in the heap."

"They must be for not appreciating the marvel they just witnessed!"

A sharp giggle pierced their ears. "Ladies, please. Let's be considerate. We must understand that not everyone has the same refined tastes as us."

At that, all the women began to giggle as if one of them had just said something clever.

[Name] had to grit their teeth at all the insults the airy-voiced women threw at them. She would soon rather go deaf than praise any of these plastic-faced pricks.

What were they even talking about? What did their hearing or taste in music have to do with this?

The Agent was glaring at them when she suddenly felt a cold hand pull their chin away from their direction, forcing them to look at the pristine face of the man. Half of his face looked human.

Well, as human as Abnormalities could look. His skin was as white as the fine fabric of his clothes. It was almost difficult to see the thin line between his true face and the porcelain mask that covered half of it.

His mask's eye was pure black, forever crinkled by the perpetual smile on its black-painted lips. But his true face, the one uncovered, was unsmiling. Dispassionate. Determined.

But for what?

The women immediately hushed upon noticing his solemnity. [Name] could feel their black beady eyes watching them, as if anticipating what their master would do next.

"Maestro, please. Let's not waste our time!"

"I agree! They aren't worth your salt!

"Ladies," the one with the terrible laugh cut in, but this time, there was no disdain in her words. Only stern assertion. "Remember your station. If the Maestro says so, then we follow."

What in the world are they even talking about? He hasn't said a word at all this entire time? Was all the Agent could think.

"Consider yourself lucky, human," a different woman, the one with the...dot with a wavy line drawn on her left cheek said.

Now that [Name] was looking at them, they noticed that all the women had symbols drawn on their cheek, and just like their 'maestro', they all wore porcelain masks. But unlike him, theirs covered their faces entirely.

"Our Maestro is planning another performance. Just. For. You~"

"After all..." One of the women leaned back on their chair. With her chin still pointing up, it was clear she was looking down on them. "...the show doesn't end unless we hear the applause. As such, the Maestro wishes to see you on our next performance."

"We will be looking for you."

And, just like that, all the lights in the facility turned back on. [Name] winced, blinded by the brightness. By the time their eyes adjusted, the ensemble had gone, vanished.

That day, they were busier than usual. Much to everyone's despair, they couldn't end since T-01-31's breach had completely depleted their enkephalin sources. Even the ones that the facility needed to run. Many other Abnormalities breached because of the power outage.

Not long after, the ensemble's entries were updated.

ALEPH-Class, T-01-31.

The Silent Orchestra.

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"Every song has a heart, and a heart, its own melody. By now, you should know his." - T-01-31's Redrafted Entry

This definitely won't be my last snippet on him. No, this is just the first movement~

Theres no doubt in my mind Capitano is well-known man throughout Teyvat, and should his name not be as recognizable as his comrades, he should be known enough to have built up a sizeable list of enemies. So this rises the question, how would he feel if his darling was stolen away from him?

I can imagine it now, It was a plan so meticulously crafted down to the very last dot. His enemies have no limits in taking this behemoth down, perhaps they'd studied the dove long enough to know they like to sit in their shared garden, seemingly less supervised. Or maybe they watched long enough to know that they're weakened by the sounds of wounded animals and just has to answer the calls of an injured bird or fox. No matter the situation, by some miracle, they've been stolen away.

And it makes me wonder, which of darling's captors will live longest to see their brethren ripped to absolute shreds?

WARNING: Under the cut is a graphic depiction of violence, murder, and body horror (not against the reader)

He is used to what true fear looks like.

He grabbed one man's head and squeezed. It deformed easily as if it were nothing but a boiled apple. Of all the terrible screams that ever fell on mortal ears, none could surpass that man's animalistic cry. As soon as he releases his grip, the corpse falls to the ground, its warm blood gushing from his eyes and ears.

The rest of them tried to run away and were seen squeezing and crushing each other in their eagerness to flee, running frantically with faces horribly contorted by the fear that devoured them. Not one would manage to escape him. Capitano loomed over them, his great sword a giant in the dark that drew red patterns against the far moon as he swung.

"Y-you... you tried to warn us."

The man appointed to be your guard had curled up against the door when he heard the screams and the horrid sounds of blood and guts spilling everywhere. But the dreadful silence that followed is what droves him half-mad by terror.

He crawls towards you, unable to stand due to the tremors on his legs.

"Please... please stop him, t-tell him... tell him I never harmed you."

You look at him with pity, tears running down your face, and barely manage to whisper: "He won't listen to me."

Slow, heavy steps are heard outside.

The man nods shakenly, the impossibility of his request heaving down on his shoulders, and, coming to terms with his fate, takes your hands to his temple.

"... Will you pray for me?"

this new update got me thinkin and now i’m SAD.

i imagine scara gets pretty needy after his whole meltdown. in his mind, this only proves he truly isn’t worthy of godhood. no matter what, he will always be less-than. he talks so much about how lowly everyone else is during his godhood ascension because he’s projecting. he feels worthless, he feels unworthy, he feels afraid. ei was right to abandon him.

so being chosen as your consort… doesn’t sit right with him at all. he immediately assumes you also want to control him or use him for your own gain, but he’s also in no position to tell you no. he’s not even worthy of your presence.

he knows the kind of things that are expected of him, so he rushes through it a little. he’s very careful not to show he’s shifted since that battle, afraid he’ll irritate you if he’s too open with his feelings. he initially didn’t want to accept your offer, but now that he’s here, the idea of being abandoned again makes him feel sick. he’s very quick to jump in bed with you. he thinks he needs to convince you to keep him around.

he’s very careful with his words. not once do you question his whole self-righteous facade has slipped. not for several months until you’re laying with him in bed, cooing sweet aftercare in his ear. you were particularly rough with him tonight, so you loved on him a bit more afterward.

his mask started to crack. you noticed the tears clinging to his eyelashes and asked him if everything’s okay. he huffed out a sad laugh.

“after all the pain i’ve endured… in the end, i’ve only changed hands. gone from one god’s puppet to another’s sex doll,” he whispered. “do i at least fill this role properly?”

basically, scaramouche resigns himself to his inferiority after his failure. now all he can do (from his perspective) is try to convince you not to abandon him too.

God fucking damn it this is plaguing my mind… take this and my first born child, nonnon ;; this ask literally got me out of writer’s block this is insane — (shameful kofi plug here)

Warnings: implied sex, scara is going through it, soft yandere, hurt/kind of comfort, you’re both implied to be naked, etc. Ask to tag.

You’d originally had only assigned him as a consort in title, your plan had been to have him as a companion – the sex that would come alongside it was a thought you’d pushed partially to the side. You’d been aware of Scaramouche’s struggles in the past, but he’d always been someone you’d found yourself drawn to comfort and you’d hoped to help him by having a new role for him, one no one else would have.

Kunikuzushi, however, upon hearing your request has but a crisis, a case so severe of panic and doubt invading his mind he can’t help but shut down entirely.

“A consort…” His porcelain hands find their way to his silky hair as he helplessly tugs at the dark strands. He would be your consort, of course a part of him was ecstatic to know you’d picked him and yet, he couldn’t help but ask, why him? All of the feelings he’d thought he’d worked out come rushing back, he was a failure and an embarrassment; nothing about him was worthy of your time and affection and yet you’d still personally picked him amongst everyone else.

You’d chosen him and he couldn’t have you abandon him, he couldn’t have you realize how utterly worthless he truly was and even if it meant minimizing himself to a doll for your pleasure and using his looks against you he’d rather you use him as you wished than have you toss him aside.

Maybe that’s why he was so eager to bed you upon the first couple of days within his role as your consort, so truly desperate to try and show you he was going to be the best fuck of your life so you would do anything but abandon him.

It’s why, upon hearing his words, you can’t help but feel the need to puke almost immediately, the food from a mere hours ago wanting to escape into the open once more as you registered Kunikuzushi’s words, you reflectively cover your mouth at the sick feeling in your stomach as you shoot up from the bed.

What you had previously thought to have been a fun time suddenly felt tainted as you desperately tried to find the words to say.

“Kuzushi…” Your voice was but a whisper in the suddenly cold room, “is that… is that what you see this as?”

Is that the image you have of us? You wanted to ask, but your words failed you. Is that how he saw you – no, is this how he saw himself?

You instinctively want to reach out to him but the wide eyed look he shoots you makes you recoil back into yourself, his purple pupils are blown wide as he stares back at you, seemingly realizing what he’d said.

“Is this not what it is?” The former Harbinger asks, “Sex… that’s what you want from me, right? It’s why you keep coming back, right?”

“Of course not!” You defend yourself, your eyebrows furrowing as you try to rationalize what you were hearing.

“If it’s not that then why?,” he narrows his teary eyes, “Why would you need me? I’m… what good am I?”

“Kunikuzushi,” you mutter his name, “this was never just about us sleeping together!”

“You say that but fail to answer me what it is then!” He screams, his voice rings in your ears as you stare at him in bewilderment, “Don’t… don’t try to comfort me by saying such things, I… I don’t mind if you only see me for sex…”

“But you do mind.” You insist.

“And what makes you think that?” He laughs, the action completely out of touch with the tears streaming down his face.

“Then why are you crying?”

“I-I’m not.” He says but as he raises a hand to his face he feels the dampness in his cheeks.

“Kuni, I… let’s not continue this,” you sigh, “I don’t want you –“

“No!” He lunges towards you, sending you tumbling into the bed with him now laying on top of you, shaky hands reaching towards your neck as he speaks, Kunikuzushi’s voice trembling as his hands helplessly tighten against your throat, “D-don’t you dare, no… you’re not leaving me, not again… yes, yes. Let’s do it again, come on, I’ll– I’ll show you, hah… I’ll show you, you can’t get rid of me… I’ll be your sex doll again, so please…”

“I… you were never a sex doll,” you say, reaching out to caress his hair, his tears hitting your own cheeks, “why… Why do you think that? Kuni… ghk”

“Then why,” his grip on you starts making you dizzy, “why are you here?”

“B-because… I like you.” You smile, your hands still caressing his hair with fondness.

“Why…? Why?” It’s a mere whisper that could’ve been lost if you’d been anyone else.

“I don’t know,” you lie, you weren’t about to open new wounds – not as the hands that once dripped your throat began loosening –, “but it’s not because of your looks or… sex.”

His breath hitches as he searches your eyes for signs of lies, for a sign your words were nothing but a desperate attempt to get him to calm down, but he couldn’t; all he saw in your eyes was sadness and adoration, both awfully misplaced he wants to proclaim but the cavity where his heart was supposed to beat finds itself tightening as his body gives out.

Soft whimpers are heard as he grasps your shoulders in a search for much needed comfort. You let him; you let him search for comfort in your embrace, you let the tears stain your bed, and, perhaps most importantly, you let him stay by your side.

An unspoken promise you won’t let him go.

⸸ Yandere Lobotomy Corp — The Birds of Black Forest Headcanons ( Small/Punishing Bird ) ⸸

(A yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I make as many Abnormalities humanoid as possible)

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Despite what his name might imply, he is the most bothersome to deal with out of all the Birds, because he knows no one can punish him (except for maybe his brothers)

He especially enjoys bothering his beloved agent

As to what you did to deserve his wrath, you won't always know since he could ruin your day for the most trivial of reasons.

Here are some of them~

"They're so irritating. Their smile and voice is so irritating. They should be cowering in fear! Not cooing at me!"

"This human knows how to clean my containment unit. Why can't the others just do it as well as they do? Now, I have to wait for them to do it."

"Ugh, just because you are here to clean my room doesn't mean you have to ignore me while you're at it! Can't you multitask? Humans are so stupid."

"I hate that they know which gifts and treats I like...do they only think of me as a pet?"

"They make me so anxious whenever they are around...They make me anxious when they aren't around...This is their fault."

"Why haven't they come to see me yet ?"

Suddenly, the first warning triggers in the hallway, and everyone tenses up, thinking that a serious threat has breached, but no.

Much to everyone's relief and annoyance, it was just your cute little bird. They came all this way to peck away at your forehead, cheeks, arms, and yank at your clothes all day (and you can't do anything about it because you are afraid of provoking him).

It's pretty obvious that he only ever breaches because he misses his favorite agent. You know, the one who he has been stealing the pens, paperclips, and various junk from.

But good luck making him admit that, you might as well ask him to peck you harder. In his human form, the equivalent is pinching your cheeks or nose.

Truth be told, he doesn't understand why he bothers to hang around you so much. You were just as idiotic as the rest of the agents for trying to profit from something so unstable and dangerous. You honestly remind him of the many idiots that came to the Black Forest...

But you were also the only one who bothered to clean his room properly, not just because it was your job, but because you cared. You were the only one who would ask him if he was comfortable, or felt too cold whenever you adjusted the air conditioner. You were the only one who appreciated his efforts, as pointless as they were sometimes, whenever he breached to beat some common sense back into a panicking personnel.

You made him feel like he...mattered. That his attempts to prevent people from committing even more sins was making an impact.

Which was why he made it his duty to see to it that you don't endanger yourself. Even though it's the reason why he became attached to you in the first place, he found your kindness to be incredibly naïve and foolish.

One day, you would forgive the wrong person, and they would stab you in the back. So, if you can't be cruel when it mattered most...then he will do it for you.

"You're too merciful, [Name]. Can't you see that you're being unjust to me? Why bother suppressing these other Abnormalities? Why do you even try to beat some sense to these stupid humans? You should just let them all die."

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Check out the other headcanons I made on the rest of the Birds~!

⸸ Big Bird's Headcanons

⸸ Judgement Bird's Headcanons

Also, here is P-Bird's snippet~

⸸ Punishing Bird's Snippet

★彡 REDAMANCY IN YOUR GAZE.

SUMMARY. redamancy is a love returned in full — except you express that by staring at your lover like a madman.

CHARACTERS. xiao, venti, kazuha, heizou, zhongli, albedo, gorou, itto, scaramouche, ayato, childe, diluc, thoma, kaeya.

GENRE. cotton candy fluff, little bits of crack, teeny tiny angst in kaeya’s part, established relationship.

CW. use of pet names.

THOUGHTS. weewoo, my first multi post! i may have screamed, kicked my feet in the air, and sobbed while writing this and i hope you do too <3 /pos

☆ masterlist.

XIAO turns his face away nervously. You are silent, yet your gaze speaks many volumes; volumes that he is unable to comprehend properly. What exactly should an Adeptus say to such peculiar manner of staring? Xiao clears his throat, “If you have words to spare, then spit them out.” Bold words for someone with reddening cheeks.

VENTI grins as if he had caught a thief red-handed. “Is it me or is someone awfully shameless today, hm?” Although it is clear as day that you’re not even trying to hide it, this bard sees the opportunity to tease you and he takes it in stride. As a performer, Venti is used to having eyes on him — but to receive such attention from his beloved is so much sweeter, is it not?

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