Luna

Rengoku Kyoujurou's bunny hair ❤

[goryhorroor]

parasite (2019) directed by bong joon ho

"You know what kind of plan never fails? No plan. No plan at all. You know why? Because life cannot be planned. Look around you. Did you think these people made a plan to sleep in the sports hall with you? But here we are now, sleeping together on the floor. So, there's no need for a plan. You can't go wrong with no plans. We don't need to make a plan for anything. It doesn't matter what will happen next. Even if the country gets destroyed or sold out, nobody cares. Got it?"

[marjuiced]

: Rich people are naive. No resentments. No creases on them.

: It all gets ironed out. Money is an iron. Those creases all get smoothed out by money.

bong joon-ho, parasite (2019)

[oceanslde]

[clandestinechain]

Service and Protection / Wanderer relationship HCs [I]

cw & wc: female reader, 1.5k.

My attempt at writing safe and relatively healthy (I think?) headcanons. Not a very lengthy thing by my standards, but I swear I still have a lot to say in the future (hence «part I»).

“What, did you expect me to lend you a handkerchief? Heh… Puppets have no need for such a thing.

… It’s rather pathetic to just stand here and moan about it, don’t you think? You should have known by now that this world is not made of sweets and pleasantries. Once your vulnerabilities are uncovered, you are done for. So, how does it feel to have a piece of your pride bitten off? Stings, doesn’t it?

… Here, take this. I have no intention of drinking it anyway. It’s less bitter than I prefer my tea to be, but it has just the right amount of astringency to introduce you to the true taste of reality. I suggest you get used to it if you don’t want to drown the entire city in your tears—

—D-Don’t thank me. It was but a matter of clearing out the space, that’s all.”

— Wanderer is not the kind of a person to let you cry on his shoulder. He won’t ever offer you the privilege to complain to him and weep your heart out not only because he is extremely bad at comforting people but also because he is of the firm opinion that dilemmas won’t be solved by convincing the suffering victim of inevitable success to come in the future. It’s not that he won’t listen to you or explicitly tell you to shut up and quit hurting his ears if you do appear to be in shambles (he is not that stupid to deliberately offend the only woman who accepts him for who he was and is), it’s just that he believes there is no point in licking at one’s wounds when he has a long history of inflicting them on others – in this regard, his hypocrisy is now extinct.

— As the artificial creation and the tool of divine will, Wanderer cannot feel your pain and comprehend it as fully as you may want him to. His lack of empathy along with his sociopathic tendencies won’t help here either – since he cannot relate to your problems due to differences in origins, age, and life experiences, he will be inclined to think that whatever mishaps that have befallen you are not as serious as you describe them to be and that your worries are, frankly speaking, contrived and petty. There won’t be “it’s okay darling” therapy or consoling hugs given, for this is not in his nature to be all understanding and wholesomely nice; the erstwhile nameless puppet shall be brutally honest with you and encourage (albeit in a harsh tone) you to overcome all challenges instead of jumping into his arms whenever your day is not going according to the plan.

— On the other hand, if the source of your wail happens to be a particularly nasty fellow and not your inner struggles, you’d bet that Wanderer won’t let that scumbag get away with doing you dirty. You won’t find out about the eventual fate of those who dared to treat you unfairly, though, for it’s in Wanderer’s interest to pretend to not care about the incident and stay silent about his… methods of disposal. Even under Buer’s supervision, he cannot guarantee his fingers won’t squeeze some necks when you are not looking. He is not above returning to old habits – after all, these same fingers have once toyed with thousands of lives and bathed in rivers of blood, and sometimes it’s so exhausting to be as tame and modest as the second chance demands him to… Especially when his reason to behave is being harassed right in front of him by a total stranger. He is quite a protective type, so it should be of no wonder that he will strive to keep you safe from any harm (not that he will admit it aloud and make a knight’s vow or something) – rest assured that whoever was responsible for throwing insults at you is not going to bother you anymore; they will either instantly disappear once you turn your back or will be running for their life before your very eyes because the unsettling glint in those indigo irises of his promised them a very unpleasant death. They don’t deserve your tears, for if you are to shed any, then he would rather have those precious droplets spilled only for him… even if he doesn’t like the idea of making you cry because the less noise there is, the better his mood shall be (and he just really, really likes your smile).

— Surprisingly enough, Wanderer is not ignorant of your practical needs. He sucks at providing emotional support, sure, but what he absolutely excels in is assisting you whenever you (unwillingly or not) seek his aid in getting the job or house chores done. You cannot finish a certain task? He is always here to help you complete it regardless of its difficulty, and he shall prove to you that the supposed fragility of his visibly undeveloped body is but a mere deception. You forgot something important at home? It will take him but mere seconds to fly there and back to bring it to you (thanks to his extremely versatile Vision). You don’t feel well? He shall cook you his special dish to replenish your energy and quell the complaints of your stomach, and he will even spoon-feed you against all your “I can do this myself” protests (“There is nothing embarrassing about this”, Wanderer shall counter them with a straight face; spoon-feeding a mortal, a human, a weak woman – his woman – is the obligation of the wise and strong!). Perhaps it stems from his designed purpose of being a God’s dutiful servant or his past role as a caretaker to the child of frail health; perhaps it’s both or perhaps the answer lies in the puppet’s exclusive feeling of adoration. He is not a benevolent man by any means (he cannot stress this enough: he is not a saint, he is still a villain of his own story), yes, but he still has got that noble streak in his character which once prompted him to enter the furnace rich with deadly curses. He often states it’s just a whim of his bored mind – and by saying that, he actually implies he is repaying his debt to you by doing what he feels is necessary to do at the most convenient of moments… And you are surely not that oblivious to be fooled by such claim, are you?

— Everything is simpler than you might assume. With shyness and awkwardness derived from his original “Kabukimono” personality, there is also the insecurity of the individual who has never been with a woman. Wanderer knows damn well he is a failure of a partner – it’s the undeniable fact that gnaws at his deeply hidden self-doubt better than any remark you yourself would have made. He is trying to compensate for the long absence of positive interaction with humans and strengthen your bond in his own fashion, and considering both the size of his pride and his desire for completeness, being your second-in-command of sorts is the only way for him to show you his affection without feeling himself uncomfortable and unnatural (and why that annoyingly intrusive Lesser Lord Kusanali always gives him a suspiciously satisfied look whenever he returns to Sanctuary of Surasthana too late to heed her requests because he was busy with helping you out?).

He is too cynical and too cold to resort to cheesy and corny things. He was not built to talk of romantic shit or commit deeds befitting a courteous prince; his tongue had never had anything but poison on its tip and his frame was never embraced with anything resembling the warmth of love. He is not easy to change (never was) because he doesn’t want to change – he is perfectly fine with being himself and with how your relationship is doing… Yet he is simultaneously afraid he would be the one to ruin the said relationship. Even if you go against your vow of appreciating his intransigence and eventually abandon him to find someone better at weaving the right words, Wanderer won’t see this as a betrayal (because betrayal is an act of violating one’s expectations, and if it’s your expectations that are betrayed then who else but he will be the real traitor here?) but rather as an improbable yet a bit predictable outcome – the outcome he is dead set on avoiding by making himself as useful and valuable to you as possible.

He wants you to depend on him; he wants you to be addicted to him as much as he is addicted to you. He desperately clings to the hope of earning your acclaim to assert his irreplaceability – if he is unable to validate his worth as a lover in the same manner as all mortal men do, then how else is he going to achieve the goal if not by sacrificing an ounce of his dignity?

Kabukimono, Kunikuzushi, The Balladeer, Wanderer… No matter what title he once adopted, no matter what name now adorns his self, serviceability has always been his one and only virtue. He has nothing else to please you with, so why don’t you applaud his efforts to make your life easier? Let him exploit that virtue to the maximum. Let his cogs burn until there is nothing left in this shell to work properly anymore. Let him establish a truth that without him you are nothing—

Let him demonstrate what the selfless yet selfish doll is really made of.  

[ladynephthyss]

words to use when writing

Appetite:

craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse:

agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault:

attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound

Beautiful: 

admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting

Brutal:

atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild

Burly:

able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed

Carnal:

animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean

Dangerous:

alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous

Dark:

atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched

Delicious:

enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty

Ecstasy:

delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled

Ecstatic:

delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild

Erotic:

amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing

Gasp:

catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded 

Heated:

ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous

Hunger:

appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst

Hungry:

avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting

Intense:

forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous

Liquid:

damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping

Lithe:

agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry

Moan:

beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl

Moving:

(exciting,) affecting, effective  arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling

Need:

compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen

Pain: 

ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart

Painful:

aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded

Perverted: 

aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile 

Pleasurable:

charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent

Pleasure:

bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven 

Rapacious:

avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering

Rapture:

bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy

Rigid:

adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering

Sudden:

abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning

Thrust:

(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel

(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick

Thunder-struck:

amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback 

Torment:

agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe

Touch:

(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap 

(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize

Wet:

bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water

Wicked:

abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched

Writhe: 

agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank 

[allfearstofallto]

Prying Eyes

Yandere Scaramouche x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Synopsis: Such things as privacy don't exist when you're married to Scaramouche

TW: yandere, obsessive themes, violence, oral (m. receiving), non-con, very harsh words (just Scara talking)

You always appreciated the fact that Scaramouche let you have a separate bedroom. When you asked for it, head bowed and hands trembling in fear of how he'd respond, you remember thinking that he'd punish you for not wanting to be in his presence every hour of the day.

But much to your surprise, he merely thought on it for a second, then nodded, “Yes, that would be fine.”

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers. You wholly went into this expecting him to say no, and you thought he was going to. There was no harm in asking, you told yourself, but there was harm. Scaramouche had the most ruthless punishments for you, his “doting wife,” and you were subjecting yourself to the idea of one, just for the opportunity, the opportunity that you actually got.

“Are-are you sure, my lord?” You stuttered, you weren't sure if he'd heard you correctly and your mouth went dry knowing that he could take this back away from you thinking it as a misunderstanding.

“Must you constantly ask questions?” He sighed in annoyance, “I agreed upon it so it will be done. Go and bring me a maid.”

You turned on your heels quickly while also trying not to seem to excited. Your heart was beating so hard in your chest, you were sure it would lurch out of your throat.

Your hand was nearly on the sliding door when he spoke again, “Wait,” he ordered. And you did. Still as a board and stuck in place. His word was law. He just and you'd ask how high. He said wait and you didn't dare ask how long. If you were waiting for him, you were expected to be enthusiastic about it.

You looked back to face his, his expression still as unreadable as usual, “Yes, my lord?”

“You've forgotten something,” he finger was gently patting his delicate cheek.

A kiss was pressed against his face, something he seemed to enjoy from you. But there was a little more emotion pit into it this time, a bit expressive kiss on his check, showing how happy this made you. And the slight blush on his face told you that he was happy too.

Your room was at the very end of the hall. It wasn't your room just yet. There were no empty spaces in the balladeer's home, a former supply closet was to be cleaned out for you. But anything was better than nothing.

Of course, nothing was without it's rules and Scaramouche had a few. If he requested you spend the night in his bed, you would, no ifs ands or buts. Your room was also to stay open to him, if he wanted entry, he'd have it, no matter the time of day. And lastly, he didn't want you to spend all day in your room. You were still expected to come out and wander the house, and most specifically, greet him throughout the day.

All of those rules sounded like nothing to you, easy feats considering how strict Scara typically was with you.

“I'm doing this for you because I want to trust you. Do you understand?” he said the day your room was completed. His words fell on deaf ears as you looked over the area in awe. Scaramouche spared no expenses when it came to you and it showed in the expensive, handcrafted furniture that was given to you as well.

His eyebrow twitched in annoyance at your lack of a response and to get your attention back, he grabbed you by the cheeks and made you look at him, “Just as easily as this was given to you, it can be taken away. This is a privilege, not a right,”

“Yes, my lord, I apologize,”

Your answer was enough to suffice and he released you, but not without swiping a finger across your lips first, a sign that he was going to want more than a kiss on the cheek later.

Much to your surprise, he left you to your own vices. Saying he'd see you at dinner and to enjoy your room. Those words were by far the best thing he could ever say to you, that and “I'm sorry for thinking that I was in love with you, you're free to go.” But that would never happen.

You sat at the desk you were gifted, the chair was possibly the most comfy place you'd sat your butt. Thick and soft enough to sleep in if you truly wanted to. And you did want to. You wanted to do whatever you wanted to, because he wasn't there to stop you.

Your journal was pulled from where you'd hidden it on your body. For the longest time, your journal was your solace. It was a little booklet that you'd found in Scaramouche's office and it was where you stored your thoughts, your escape plans, where you screamed into the void and didn't let the void scream back. It was your only comfort.

The book was flipped open and placed on the desk and you began to write in it. All your thoughts, all your feelings, everything was in this book. You were never truly one for writing before you got in this situation, but after, words were all you had.

There was a gentle knock at your door. The fact that someone was knocking at all told you that it wasn't Scaramouche. Your book was placed into a drawer, the first place you could think to hide it, and you told the person to come in.

“Good evening, my lady,” a maid bowed to you. All the maids in the manor looked the same. That's because that's what Scara wanted. They had the same haircut and they wore the same clothes and shoes. When they moved around, they kept their heads lowered to obscure their faces and they all spoke in a whispery tone, it was like he'd managed to hire the exact same woman thirty times.

“Good evening,” you replied back. You didn't bow to her in return. No matter how much your husband berated and scolded you, he insisted that you were better than the employees, and that you were not to lower your head to them.

“The Lord requests your presence in the dining room,” she said in a hushed tone, “He would like to eat dinner now.”

You looked out the window, by the way the sun hung in the sky, it didn't even seem close to dinner time, “Now?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“The Lord will be leaving for a trip before nightfall, he wants to partake in his dinner early and he wants you there with him,”

Of course his selfishness would force you to have to eat your dinner early as well. But you didn't complain, it was not like there was anything the maid could do anyways. You stepped up from your chair and walked past her. In your disappointment and anger at having to leave your little safe space, you didn't notice that she'd lingered behind.

Scaramouche left that night after dinner, another one of those many trips he took that you weren't allowed to join him on. Fifteen nights of peace, as you called it, fifteen nights of your own thoughts and feelings.

But all good things had to come to an end, and he returned home on the sixteenth day, bearing his usual gift of a flower from whatever nation he visited and a new tea for you to drink.

“Did you miss me?” He asked with an arm around your waist and you resisted the urge to gag in his face.

“Always, my lord,” was your answer instead.

You watched as he walked up the stairs and to his office, then you went back to your own room. The whole time you were gone, that's where you tried to stay as much as possible. Between your mandatory lessons that Scaramouche made you take in etiquette and skills, there was time to sit and enjoy the peace of your room. To bask in a sunlight that felt like your own, to write in your journal without the fear of him peeking over your shoulder.

Another knock at your door and a maid stepped into your room, “Good evening, my lady. The Lord requests that you bed with him tonight.”

You sighed. That was all you could do. Just sigh and take it. In order to keep the “luxury” of your own bedroom, you had to do what he ordered. And what he ordered was his night of bedding together.

If it wasn't for his piss poor personality, stalkerish tendencies, and jealousy to the point of obsession, the indigo haired man would actually be rather attractive. That's what you thought as you stepped into his bedroom and saw him sitting on the bed, his kimono open, and his eyes on you hungrily. Skin like porcelain and sharp eyes that practically shone in moonlight.

“Come. Sit with me,” he patted the bed beside him. Your steps were with purpose, head held high while you made your way across the room. You sat next to him as he ordered, then wrapped your arms around his thin waist and rested your head on his lap, facing away from him. He didn't ask for that, but he always loved when you went above and beyond for him.

“That room of yours must be rather pleasant, you've been agreeable lately,” he spoke while patting your head.

“I enjoy it, my lord,”

He merely hummed and continued to pat you. Against your cheek, you could feel him hardening in his pants, the last sign you needed that this would not turn into a night of just sleeping until sunrise.

“Am I…satisfying you tonight, my lord,” you asked quietly and hoped that the answer would be no.

“You wish to taste the cum that makes you wish that you could slice your own tongue off?”

His words were spoken so casually, so calm and collected, that you almost didn't register what he'd said. But sure enough, he'd said it. Said a sentence that sounded familiar to you. Said something that you'd written.

“i-i apologize, my lord, but I believe I misheard you?” You began to raise your head from his lap, but his hand on the back of your head changed from loving pets to firmly gripping your hair, and your face was pushed back down.

“Misheard? No. I think I read every word correctly,” you opened your mouth to speak, but he continued talking, “Sex with me makes you disgusted, you couldn't get aroused if you tried.”

Every word made his grip on your hair get tighter and tighter, until it felt like he was going to rip your scalp from your skulls. Tears welled in your eyes. From the pain, from the fear, from the shock. He truly knew everything you'd written, even if he wasn't around.

“W-wait! Please! My lord!” You sobbed, but he didn't falter. Tears soaked the fabric of his hakama, yet his erection was still hard and twitching, your face being pushed even closer to it.

He continued to speak as he opened his pants, freeing his cock and rubbing it against your trembling lips, “But your disgust with me isn't all that's there, is it?” You whimpered as the salty precum forced its way into your mouth, mixing with your tears until you couldn't tell the taste of the two apart anymore, “Answer me!”

“N-no-” there wasn't even an opportunity to finish what you were saying, the second your mouth was open for more than crying, he forced his way into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat immediately.

“You were going to leave me weren't you. You were going to try to,” he spoke between pants as he fucked your mouth, still gripping your hair so tightly it was giving you a headache, “I'll give you credit, some of those ideas were thought on for a long time. Seducing a guard? My, aren't you a minx?”

You gagged and choked on his dick, sobbing between every thrust, but trying not to black out at the same time. Every time he fucked into the back of your throat, you saw stars behind your eyes, all you could do was breathlessly beg around his cock for him to stop, to forgive you.

Your head was held down, keeping his length all the way down your throat. The way you sputtered didn't deter him, his grip didn't loosen, even when you hit and scratched his thighs.

A tear was wiped from your eyes. A gesture that would've been considered tender, but his other actions made it seem meaningless, “You really are a stupid little thing,” he degraded you in such a sweet, but vicious tone. With your head still pressed flush against his lap, he started a slower pace of thrusting his hips up into your mouth, “You truly think that you can get away from me? That you can pretend to hate me? I'm merciful to only you, yet you don't appreciate it.”

His cock twitched inside your mouth a few times, followed by a loud groan from him. He threw his head back, gasping as his body twitched through an orgasm. His cum shot out of his cock too quickly for you to even attempt to swallow it down and there was so much, it spilled from your lips.

You could only imagine what you looked like when your head was pulled from his cock, your face covered in tears, drool, and cum. You were panting and sobbing, still trying to beg for his forgiveness.

“Your room will be locked and your little diary destroyed,” he used his still firm grip on your head to make you look at you, “You'll burn the book yourself and I want you to be the one to lock the door to your room, it's only fair.”

Through little hics and sobs, you could only ask one question, “H-how…?”

“I'll have eyes on you, always on you, for as long as you live,”

[unearthly-doting]

the wind will guide you home

a/n: idk idk i just really like the anemo characters soso much. kept it pretty vague i think so you can decide if the reader is willing or unwilling. no faruzan or lynette bc i couldn't think of anything for them :(

includes: aether, lumine, venti, jean, xiao, kazuha, sucrose, heizou, and wanderer.

premise: you wandered a little too far away from your partner for their liking. maybe you were trying to escape, maybe not. but don't worry, they'll find you.

warnings: mdni, yandere content, gn reader, implied/referenced kidnapping, overprotective behavior, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, implied drugging, stalking, unhealthy relationships, vague mentions of dependency, uh whatever the fuck is happening in wanderer's section.

AETHER — is immediately panicked the moment he realizes you aren't by his side anymore. he never lets you travel with him, it was dangerous and you were safer tucked away in the little area he kept you in, safe from the dangers of this mysterious world. it was his fault, really. he had forgotten to lock the door the last time he visited, having been in such a hurry for one reason or another. you, for some reason, had decided to leave even though he had told you time and time again that it was dangerous. he wouldn't waste any time looking for you, hurrying outside, and using everything he had to his advantage to search for you. if you have a vision, he's definitely using his elemental sight to track you down. and when he does find you, he's immediately latching himself onto you, clinging to you and breathing a sigh of relief. he was completely oblivious to the horrified look on your face, just glad to have you in his arms again. "let's get you home. it's not safe for you out here."

LUMINE — would more than likely notice immediately when you vanish. she keeps you at her side at all times to ensure that she can protect you, so you're rarely ever away from her. the moment she sees that you're gone, she's abandoning whatever it was she was doing to find you. it doesn't matter if it was a commission or some important task that will help her get a better understanding of this world. you were more important than that right now. you needed to be back by her side. her tracking skills were incredibly good, so you wouldn't get far before she had you in her sights again. it doesn't matter if you were trying to escape or if you were just distracted and wandered off, the grip she had on your wrist was tight once she caught up to you, and she refused to let you go until the two of you were back at whatever inn or camp you two were staying at. she'll bind your hands together and tie the end of the rope to her wrist if you try arguing with her. "i can't keep you safe if you refuse to stay by my side."

VENTI — is honestly the only one here that will find you like almost immediately. even if he isn't paying attention to you and instead wowing a crowd with his amazing bard skills, the wind will tell him the moment you're gone. he'll stop midstory at the news, politely excusing himself and promising to be back later with an even better story. he'll let the wind guide him, listening to the whispers as he hurries down the streets of mondstadt, picking up pace when the wind tells him you were heading for the main gate of the city. if he uses his powers as the anemo archon to cause a harsh gust of wind to knock everyone away from the gates of the city just so he can catch up with you, then... well... it's not like anyone will know it was him. other than you, of course. and the moment you recovered from hitting the ground, venti was at your side and helping you up. he let you keep your freedom, most of it at least, but he didn't want you to leave the city if he wasn't at your side. he doesn't let go of your hand as he drags you back, an upbeat smile on his face as he playfully spoke, "you're missing my performance! you know i can't perform without my biggest fan watching me." you miss the tightly concealed desperation in his eyes as he stared at you. you can't leave him. he won't let you.

JEAN — is so busy with work that she rarely has the time to keep track of every little move you make. honestly, she probably won't realize you're gone until kaeya or amber drop by and tell her that they saw you wandering outside the city, seemingly heading in the direction of liyue. she's immediately abandoning whatever paperwork she had been looking through, hurrying out of her office and rushing past the citizens in the city to get to you. her mind was running wild trying to figure out why you would even think about leaving the city, let alone leaving without telling her. she's almost out of breath by the time she finds you, the sun starting to set as she crashes into you in a tight hug while rapid-fire questioning you on why you were leaving mondstadt and if she did something wrong and what she could do to make it better. it isn't hard to calm her down, cutting off her questions and explaining that you were simply going to visit some family in liyue and that you had left a note for her at home because you didn't want to bother her when she was so busy. whether or not that was the truth, she didn't care. she was pulling you back in the direction of the city, shaking her head. "no, i can't focus on anything when you aren't here. i need you."

XIAO — felt a little hurt, finding you gone. he was one of the hardest to get away from, always at your side unless the traveler called him away or something happened that required his attention. he thought you had gotten used to him by now, seeing as you never shied away from him when he was around anymore. so yeah, he was real fucking hurt when he returned to the inn and found your room empty. not even verr knew where you had gone. he isn't the type to immediately panic, but he is tense and will gradually get more agitated the longer it takes to find you. if he finds you quickly, the most you'll get is a cold glare as he drags you back to the inn. if he finds you after searching for hours upon hours, he will cling to you as if you would disappear if he let go. his breathing would be heavy, his face buried in your neck as he grounds himself. you were back in his arms, and either way, he wasn't going to let you leave his sight until he was sure you weren't going to pull a stunt like this again. if you want to wander around, then just ask and he'll go with you. "don't ever do that again. don't... don't ever leave me like that."

KAZUHA — would feel torn. while he understands the need and desire to roam the world and take in all that one can process, he also felt uncomfortable when you weren't around. a sick feeling budding in his chest, wondering if maybe you weren't wandering off but instead trying to leave him. he wants to trust you, and most of the time he does, but... you've tried leaving him before. many times, actually, that he's lost count. so, as much as he would love to leave you to your own devices, he just didn't trust you enough. he would ask other travelers if they'd seen you by chance, and some would point him in your direction while others would shake their heads. no matter, he took any and all help given to him until he finally spotted you. his approach was quiet, and you were startled when you had finally noticed him. he didn't say anything for a moment, just staring at you. there was something about his gaze that felt more intense than normal. it was like he was studying you, deciphering your actions. it didn't last long, because the look was replaced with a soft smile as he held his hand out, beckoning you to take it. "let's walk together."

SUCROSE — also didn't immediately notice. similar to jean, she can get pretty busy with work and gets so invested that she'll often times forget her surroundings. it's only when albedo or noelle make a comment on you not being by her side that she snaps to attention, looking around with a puzzled expression. when had you left? how long had you been gone? when she had last spoken to you, the sun was high in the sky. it was dark now. she would stutter out a quick departure to whichever friend had told her you were gone before scurrying away to try and find you. she would have the hardest time finding you, nervously approaching strangers on the street and asking if they had seen you or not. one person mentioned seeing you at the barbatos statue, and she immediately darted off in that direction without sparing the informant a second glance. and she was damn near tears when she found you. she wouldn't understand why you had left without telling her first, wondering if maybe she had done something to upset you. she'd be apologizing, telling you she was sorry if she made you mad, and begging you to come home. given how you two were in public, you felt a bit out of place so you agreed just to stop having people look at you. she would hug your arm the entire time, refusing to let go until the two of you were back at her home. and then she'd offer you something to drink! as an apology! and, well... if she puts a little something in it to tire you out, then that's too bad. "o-oh, you feel sick? maybe you should try to rest... don't worry, i'll be here to take care of you."

HEIZOU — would be the second one to find you quickly. he's a detective, so obviously he'll be able to track you down with ease! your attempts at trying to cover were tracks were adorable but futile. he had found you probably a mere hour after you had gone off, though he didn't immediately make his presence known. he was curious as to why you had left so abruptly without telling him, wondering if maybe something had happened or if you were, perhaps, trying to leave him. but you wouldn't do that! right? either way, he's following you in secret. some may call this stalking, but he calls it... lovingly admiring from afar. this'll go on for hours, more than likely. he's not in any rush to drag you home, and he gets to partake in his favorite pastime! so, by all means, continue walking. he'll probably do a few things here and there to startle you, making noises by shaking bushes and branches or throwing rocks. he likes seeing you on edge; he thinks you're cute when you're constantly looking around, searching for him. of course, once you get too close to ritou for his liking, he'll bring the fun to an end and finally make his presence known by hugging you from behind, a cheeky smile on his expression as you tense up. "caught you!" he hums, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as if to prove to you that he was actually there. maybe he'll lock you up at home for a few days just to keep you all to himself. y'know, as his prize for catching you.

WANDERER — thinks it's amusing, honestly, that you think you can sneak off without him noticing. he'll let you go off on your own and let you think you have the freedom of doing so, but only because he has other pressing matters to attend to. he'll take is time too, going about his tasks at a languid pace, not at all worried about where you may be or where you might go. some people may ask about your whereabouts since you're usually almost always with him, and he'll just offer them a smile that... well. it puts them on edge, to be honest, and it makes them drop the topic. he'll even occasionally take breaks, enjoying a drawn-out lunch with nahida and even deciding to indulge the traveler a bit and walk with them through the city. but the moment he finishes all of his tasks for the day, he's going after you. you've had enough freedom today, and he wants you back at his side. it's where you belong, after all. he won't lie, it's exciting, searching for you like this. he wonders if you know whether or not he's after you. maybe you've been looking over your shoulder the entire day, wondering if he'll be right behind you. the thought alone fills him with an almost gleeful joy. and when he does find you, he's not wasting a single second before grabbing you, lips twitching upwards slightly at the startled shout you let out. "did you have fun?" he'll ask, though it would be hard to tell if he wanted a serious answer or not. he doesn't really care, in all honesty. you're back in his arms, right where you belong. his prized possession.

[qingxin-dream]

“My Sweet Angel”

summary | months of repressed feelings bubble to the surface one night, but you’re fast asleep while wanderer is lost in his own thoughts secretly pining for you. but, uh…pining might be an understatement. (art credits: @/1eternalstar on twitter).

warnings | wanderer is down so bad, obsession, profanity, smut [18+, MDNI], dubcon, female-bodied reader, somnophilia, aphrodisiac/drugging, masturbation, edging/orgasm denial, oral f!receiving, bondage, temperature/element play, worship, slight degradation/praise, creampie

genre | pure, filthy smut (happy kinktober!🎃)

word count | 2.8k

pairing | wanderer x reader

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A small, breathless gasp ripples through the silence of the night. The sound of crickets and cicadas is but a low roar in the background, barely enough to mask the melody of your traveling companion’s sweet, subdued moans. Merely a foot away is your sleeping form, quietly snoozing with your pretty lashes resting on your cheeks. Your silhouette is ethereal, like an angel banished from heaven finding solace in the moonlight with her wings tucked safely away.

Wanderer’s attention ceaselessly gravitated toward you. It seemed to be a natural reaction. Instinctual, even. He admired you with the deepest devotion, seconds turning into hours. There was a part of him, something long buried and locked away, which surfaced in his chest like a breath of fresh air.

Your hair cascades perfectly over your shoulders, framing the soft shape of your face. Your rosy lips part in a faint sigh. The occasional incoherent mumble of your dreams causes his ears to perk up, hoping to catch a glimpse of what your little fantasies are made of. Your exposed stomach when you roll over with a groan and the magnetic curve of your legs make his eyes darken with lust.

Archons, he had way too much time in his hands every night. Thankfully you were blissfully unaware that puppets didn’t need any sleep.

He cursed to himself between sharp, ragged intakes, his needy violet eyes reflecting the luminescence of the moon, raking over your curves with a carnal glint. Looking back, he had all the opportunities in the world to stop that nagging desire churning within his chest.

But Wanderer was selfish. Once he got a taste of your affection, consider him a starved man.

His thoughts about you would twist and tangle his emotions until it utterly choked him of any sensibility. Love and lust are more than just a slippery slope. The puppet was free-falling in the abyss of your pheromones. The best part is you were completely clueless to these intimate escapades of his.

Could you blame such a depraved, touch-starved puppet?

The nights all seemed to blend together like this. Waiting patiently for you to snore gently before he let his fingers ghost your figure, assuring him that you wouldn’t wake up anytime soon. One hand would devote itself to exploring every bit of skin you had to offer while the other palmed the growing bulge in his shorts.

Like a moth to a flame, he became utterly entranced with the glow of your skin beneath the moon. You are like a goddess laying beautifully upon your altar of silken bedsheets, awaiting the devout worship of his soft prayers and saccharine lips.

His fingers grazed your shoulder, trailing down your arm and leaving tiny goosebumps in its wake. He let his hand mesh carefully into the dip of your waist, imperceptibly squeezing it just enough to fan the flames of his imagination. He was in another dimension entirely, wishing for the day you’d beg for his touch.

Wanderer takes his lower lip between his teeth harshly, dipping his hand beneath his shorts to tug the tip of his thick cock with growing fervor. Precum had already wet the slit of his tip, lubricating each teasing thrust of his hand over his dick. Meanwhile, he continued his journey down the round, plump curve of your hips.

Hips that were meant for childbearing.

He takes a fistful of your nightgown momentarily as his cock aches in his hand, yearning for release so soon. For fuck’s sake, why is the image of you bred full with his seed so goddamn hot?

His movements came to an abrupt halt at the lacy end of your little nightgown. He had to know what you were wearing beneath that silky dress. The idea of making a mess all over your cute panties, covering them generously in his cum, only edged him further. Or, even better, he’d love to fuck his creamy load all over your drenched folds before sliding back in for another round.

Wanderer had to make a concerted effort to reel in his filthy daydreams, struggling to keep his hands from trembling on you. He managed to slip the nightgown higher and higher up your smooth thighs, a lump quickly forming in the puppet’s throat.

He’s not sure if he could handle seeing you so vulnerable without ripping your clothes off and fucking you to his heart’s content right then and there. No, no, no... After all this endless waiting and pining for many torturous months, he couldn’t ruin this with a fleeting moment of insatiable want. He pauses, collecting himself for a brief moment.

The puppet’s pupils dilated into pools of audacious desire upon seeing the dainty black undergarments hugging your plush hip. It was lacy with a beautiful floral design, enrapturing his gaze all the way down to your cunt. Wanderer couldn’t help himself, reaching out subconsciously to brush his thumb against your clit through your panties.

“I wanna fuck you so bad… so bad,” he whispers, his voice just an octave higher with desperation as he continues to fist his throbbing cock. The friction of his hand isn’t enough. It couldn’t come close to the immaculate sensation of your slick pussy enveloping his cock, dragging the tip slowly from your clit to your fluttering, empty hole. But that would be insane, he couldn’t.

You didn’t seem to move a muscle in response to his touch. Meanwhile, Wanderer is struggling like a fool to restrain himself, it is almost comical. He could feel his impending orgasm, forcing his hand to slow down with longer, more intermittent strokes to stop from practically bursting at the seams.

Eventually, he found the courage to nudge the cloth of your black panties aside, revealing your pretty little pussy lips glistening with need. The puppet’s violet irises swirl with power, nearly drunk on the mere thought of pleasuring you in secret like this. Why else would you wear such a sexy little garment for him?

A dull, burning sensation coated his lungs as his thumb nestled into your bare clit, resolving himself to carefully lean down and relieve his parched throat with a kitten lick of your folds. It was a miracle that you hadn’t stirred in your sleep too much, yet the part of him reckless with lust wanted you to wake up while he was tongue-deep in your cunt. He dived between your labia again with his mouth, exhaling a soft, guttural moan into your hole after another good lick.

“Mm, so fucking good… I know you fucking like this, baby,” Wanderer mumbles, wrapping his arms around your hips to secure you in place as he freely drags his tongue across your folds and clit skillfully, placing an occasional kiss here and there. Your thighs subconsciously tense with pleasure.

Had he known you would taste so divine, he would’ve devoured your pussy a long time ago. Shifting slightly so that he could lay completely on his stomach, Wanderer eagerly laps at your cunt and fucks his leaking cock into the mattress. Shit, it is too easy for him to lose sight of himself and tug at your hips possessively, not hesitating to fuck you messily with his tongue.

It’s when he got a little too hasty slurping on your pussy with a particularly lascivious moan that you grumble in your sleep. Wanderer freezes, peering over your pelvis like a predator defending his prize with a piercing violet glare.

There is no way you could possibly wake up. Not now. Not when he’s so close. He deduces that the twitch in your sleep must be from that little aphrodisiac he slipped in your evening tea with him. The puppet had made a nice concoction of tasteless drugs to keep you both asleep and all sensitive just for him.

Wanderer is confident that his potion had its intended effect, but just in case—with a flick of his wrist, he ties your hands together on the headboard with a cool, pressurized ring of Anemo energy. He towers over you, a giddy smirk spreading across his lips seeing you so helpless to his desires.

He had read that cute pocket diary of yours gushing over him like he’s your high school sweetheart, don’t worry. You both know these feelings are mutual. But let’s be honest, he’d much rather you gush on his cock over and over until your pussy can’t take it anymore. And you’ve been dreaming about it too, he’s seen it with his own eyes.

Positioning himself between your legs, the puppet slaps his thick cock on your stomach, measuring it up to your belly button where his pink tip mushrooms. There’s no question that his dick would bottom out inside your walls, maybe if he’s lucky he could see his thrusts bulge in your lower stomach. He’d love to pound you deep enough to truly bury his cum inside you, plugging it with his pulsing cock until he’s sure you’re nice and bred.

No, no, he reminds himself again. He has to savor his time with you—make love to you like you rightfully deserve. There will be plenty of opportunities to fuck you senseless later, despite how badly he wants it now.

The tip of his cock trails down to your folds, tucking his length under your panties. Using one hand to guide his cock against your soaking core, the other rests on your inner thigh as he grinds against you slowly. Wanderer grits his teeth at the feeling, sucking in a sharp breath and brushing his thumb lovingly against your sensitive inner thigh. It’s everything he’s ever imagined and more.

He’s forced to bite his knuckles, nearly choking on his own pathetic whines of pleasure. His thrusts grow faster, using your lingerie to keep his cock pressed firmly between your folds.

His words are a ravenous, hoarse whisper, begging you in your sleep. “Shit, shit, shit, you’re gonna make me cum…! Can I put it in? C-Can I please put it in?”

Wanderer knows what your answer will be, grinding sloppily on your drenched cunt while he grabs your breast. He wishes he could hear you say it. But he can feel the way your sweet little hole clenches around nothing every time his tip rubs your clit just right, and that’s enough for him.

It takes no effort to snap the thin straps of your lacy panties in haste, quickly tossing the garment aside indiscriminately. It’s too much, fuck, you look too perfect. Before he knows it, Wanderer pushes his tip inside your sopping entrance, gazing with wonder at how you suck him in like a good slut. Such a good fucking slut, hugging the first inch of his hard cock like you never wanted to let go.

Your spongy walls subconsciously react to his every motion, tightening around the puppet’s cock with unprecedented strength. He hisses, materializing a blue chained choker around your neck with his Anemo abilities and yanking you forward. His girth splits you apart, sliding inside your throbbing cunt inch by every tantalizing inch, until he can meet you halfway and kiss your whimpering, tender lips.

“Goddamn you,” Wanderer growls into the kiss, harshly biting onto your lip. He doesn’t draw blood, but tends to your bruised skin thereafter with a gentler, half-apologetic kiss. “You feel so fucking good, take me so fucking good… mm…”

His hips draw back, your walls noticeably empty in his absence. Snapping forward, his huge cock plunges into your depths with a delightfully lewd smack, causing him to chuckle under his breath. The puppet carefully lays you back on the pillow, planting his arms on either side of your head so that his vision is filled with only your beautiful face.

Once Wanderer begins to establish a rhythm, there’s no stopping him. Every drag of his veiny cock against your sensitive walls is utterly addicting, he had to come back for more and more. He moans and whines your name into your delicate little neck, taking the flesh into his mouth to suck and mark you as his own.

He is panting over you like an animal in heat. “I can feel you squeezing me, angel. I know you love it. ‘M gonna use that pretty little pussy of yours.”

Your body twitches beneath him as his lips leave no crevice untouched by his kisses or hickeys, a smattering of small red and purple blotches dotting your skin from your neck to your breasts. All the while, the puppet had to throttle his pace again, almost giving in to the ecstasy. You were definitely getting close too, he could feel it in the way you clenched around him greedily.

Swirling his tongue around your cute nipple, Wanderer suckles it briefly with a pop of his mouth, admiring his work on the canvas of your gorgeous body. He leaned back, hooking his hands under your calves to press your knees to your chest. If only he had a Kamera to capture the mesmerizing image of your legs spread so good for him with a perfect shot of your cunt wrapped around his tip.

He could tell this position had your walls enveloping his length even tighter than before, angling his cock deep towards that special spot inside you that would have your toes curling. “God, (Y/N), you look so fucking sexy like this.”

It is killing him—the sensation of your hole desperately clinging to the inch of his cock sheathed within you. The puppet keeps your legs pushed back and snakes a hand down to your clit once more, which had obviously been aching for attention. He’s lost in the contours of your folds all splayed out for him, so much so that he lets a globule of his spit drip over your clit to mix with your juices.

You are squirming slightly in your sleep from all the stimulation, but he doesn’t care. The euphoric feeling of teetering on the edge of an incredible orgasm has Wanderer stripped of any sense of reason. He nudges his cock halfway inside you at a delectably slow pace, reveling in your body’s subtle reactions to his teasing.

“Yeah, baby? You wanna fucking cum?” Wanderer whispers hotly over you, circling your clit faster. There’s already a delicious ring of your essence gathering at the base of his cock.

“Cum…” you mumble in a daze, your eyelashes fluttering open slowly. Your expression is contorted into a helpless plea, licking and biting your bottom lip as you sleepily notice his cock nestled between your thighs.

Wanderer’s eyes snap to yours in disbelief. You’re lucid, but asking for more. He begins to chuckle lowly, and reaches to caress your cheek. “You want it, hm? Speak up.”

He continues to fuck you at an excruciatingly slow pace, waiting patiently for you to beg for his seed. He wanted you in tears, squirting all over him like a good girl. Your moans encourage him to go deeper.

“Please, Wanderer,” you struggle to curl your fingers in his indigo locks under the effects of the drugs. “K-keep going, feels too good. Fill me up, please…”

“Like this?” The puppet smirks, forcefully thrusting his huge cock to the brim inside of you. He relishes in your lovely cries of pleasure and pain, swallowing them in a passionate kiss as he fucks you with reckless abandon.

You could barely hiccup a response, sloppily kissing back as Wanderer abuses your tight hole. He has you pinned against the creaky mattress, holding your face with his thumb on your chin to keep your mouth open. Every noise of ecstasy is his to claim and taste on your tongue.

“Mine, baby, all mine. Say it for me,” Wanderer moans, adoring the cock-drunk glimmer in your clouded eyes.

Squeezing your eyes shut suddenly, your eyebrows furrowed together as you suddenly felt your orgasm build at a rapid speed. You whined against the Anemo cuffs restraining your wrists above your head. “Yours! Oh my god, I’m yours. I’m gonna fucking cum, please, please give it me…!”

“Mhmm, yeah c’mon baby, lemme see you cum for me, so good for me, yeah?” he praises, kissing you roughly as he snaps his hips into you. It’s impossible to deny his insatiable need for you any longer, painting your walls white with spurts of his hot seed in a series of profanity-laden grunts.

Your eyes nearly roll back as your orgasm washes over you, legs trembling around him. The continuous twitch of his cock has you arching your back, taking every last drop of his cum until your cunt can’t hold any more. It leaks out, creaming your folds and his cock nicely.

Once you both catch your breath and lock eyes, you feel your cunt ache to be filled once more. Noticing how you trap him with your legs around his hips, Wanderer realizes the aphrodisiac must have been stronger than he anticipated.

You smile sweetly. “M-maybe one more?”

thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated. my masterlist.

[hitomisuzuya]

Little things Scaramouche does when he is love. Fluffy fluff fluff.

Everyone, again thank you so much for all your supportive comments and DMs. They really encourage me. For now, some fluff. Smut later.

Color Scaramouche impressed when he fell in love. He didn't think it was possible. At first, it irked him to no end.

The way you smiled at him. Treated him patience, and kindness. Slung his bullshit back at him. The way you smelled so good all the time. The little ways you would try and get his attention. How your cheeks blushed. How he listed every one his flaws, only to have you respond with that was something you liked about him.

All of it. You.

He loves you. Plain and simple. He would burn the world to the ground for you and not think twice. You are his heart. His everything.

Scaramouche often says that there is hardly any difference between the snow and the rain. He never really appreciated either element until he kissed you in the pouring rain or when it snowed.

When he is mood for soft, open mouthed, passionate kisses (which was all the time, whatever chance he could find) he would swipe his thumb over your lower lip before he kissed you, looping one arm around your waist to pull you close. The way you always moaned into his mouth was heavenly to him. The way you wrapped your arms around him like you clinging to him while you kissed him back with those soft lips of yours, he can never get enough.

If he is reading, he likes it when you rest your head in his lap. He'll idly stroke your hair while he makes comments about what he read.

When he is thinking, Scaramouche will idly play with your hair, twisting a lock around his finger or letting it cascade through his fingers.

He will randomly put his hat on your head just to see the shy blush coat your cheeks. Be prepared for some teasing though. He loves seeing the affect he has on you.

When you sleep in the same bed with him, which is 99% of the time, Scaramouche will always sleep closest to the door so that if anything happened, he could act faster to protect you.

Generally likes being the big spoon. He'll have you tucked curled against his chest. However, he does have his vulnerable days where he likes to be the little spoon. Either position makes him feel loved and wanted. He knows you would protect him to.

Scaramouche loves taking warm baths with you. It very relaxing for him to hold you in the warm, scented water.

This man, the ways he would seek out your attention are relentless. If he thinks you aren't giving him enough attention (you always did, but what could he say, he is a greedy man) he will actually take your stuff so you have to ask for it back. He'll bat pens out your hand, flick the cover of a book you are reading. Or pick you up and put you in his lap. There is no length he wouldn't go to for your attention.

He'll ask you to read to him. He loves the sound of your voice.

Scaramouche loves to spoil you. Rotten. If you want something, it doesn't matter how expensive it is, he'll buy it for you. He wants to provide for you. When you get married, no spouse of his will have to work if they don't want to. But he won't stop you either.

While walking out somewhere with you, his arm is always around you or holding your hand when you are out together. It was a sign you are taken. He will glare at people he thought looked too long at you. If you are sitting down, he will always have to be touching you somehow.

When he reached out for the first time hold your hand, he got shy and looped his pinky through yours instead.

Scaramouche knows how to dance, and the one he will dance with is you. "You can dance?" Cue the trademark scoff and eye roll. "Just let me lead."

He spray your perfume on his wrists or on his sheets and pillows. He'll bury his face in your hair to breathe in the scent on your skin or your hair.

He will leave little love notes in your pockets, around your bedroom, anywhere you could find. He often has trouble even finding words that would do how he feels about you justice. Nothing was good enough to him, but he sure still would try.

[weaselle]

listen. There's a whole mentality shift that needs to happen culture wide here, from the schools to the public infrastructure to pet ownership to the justice system

The proper response to your dog doing a natural behavior you dislike (digging/barking/protecting etc) it to give them an appropriate time and place to engage in that behavior

The proper response to skateboarders damaging infrastructure is to build more and better skate parks, or build skate elements into the public infrastructure on purpose.

The proper response to homeless people sleeping on park benches is to build them houses.

you see how there's like, a commonality at play here?

The proper response to a disruption is to address the root of the disruption directly, not somehow attack the disruption itself -

you don't invent a muffler by swinging a bat at the engine noise, you don't relieve your hunger by punching yourself in the stomach, you don't resolve public unrest by sending armed men to control them and you don't prevent homeless people using bus shelters as a roof by removing the bus shelters.

a whole ass shift in a basic mindset, i'm tellin' you. We need it.

[laurzaboonart]

I'm currently doing an online art school program and I thought I'd share some notes on clothing pieces for anyone else whose like me and for some reason can't understand objects with free from lol I hope you find some of these observations/ notes useful for any of your art journeys!

[polalcee-deactivated20221008]

Who would they fall in love with? (boy’s version)

Author’s note: Each person has preferences for their romantic partners. Each of us is searching for certain qualities that can allow you to achieve a perfect life together. So, I thought, what types of people our Genshin characters would be looking for?

This is going to be a 3 part series: playable boys and girls are going to be sorted out first, and the last 3d part is going to be about the unplayable (version 2.7) characters.

Please, mind that this is all my personal interpretation of the characters and you can imagine your own types of romantic partners for them. I am a mere fan and you are just a fan as well; we are creating and imagining content that Hoyoverse doesn’t give us. Anything that I say is invalid. You should listen to whatever the developers are saying rather than me.

Also, I’ve tried to make it as gender neutral as possible. You can replace the 'girl' synonyms with anything else, it wouldn’t change how the characters act or think anyway.

❖ Albedo

Albedo needs someone who has the same interests as him, specifically an interest in alchemy (or anything that is related to it – for example, chemistry or biology). If you love alchemy the same as he does, then he would know what to talk about during your free time and during your projects together. Albedo is so invested in his experiments, that he would have no idea what topics to pick during the awkward pauses, other than alchemy and the meaning of life. And he knows that he can be a bore even if the interlocutor tells him he’s not. Albedo is not going to get convinced that he’s not draining people’s soul out with his talking.

Albedo has difficulty with growing feelings right away so he needs a very long time to develop them. He’d definitely fall for someone who works and enjoys working with him. The man feels the most loved when creating something together and discovering new knowledge with his lab/romantic partner. All that Albedo can think about is alchemy, so he’s obviously going with the one who’s also an alchemy enthusiast.

He prefers the gentle types. The scientist feels more comfortable around them because they respect others’ boundaries. The persistence may intimidate him.

He wouldn't get along well with someone impolite and chaotic. He wants order in his lab and in his life. Albedo’s vocabulary is also very big so he can’t stand anyone who can’t express themselves properly.

❖ Arataki ‘Numero Uno’ Itto

Itto wants children, so someone who's not interested in building a family would be a huge turn off to him. And he doesn’t need a small family; he needs a big one – five or seven children in total. In reality, he might end up being happy with just three or even two little imps, once the bonehead oni realises that giving birth is no joke. If we follow logic now, then he’ll need someone who likes to babysit children (him and his gang included).

This lad loves the independence in his partner, a person who can stand up for themselves AND others. He consists of pure energy so handling him might be a problem to someone very introverted. Itto has a problem in feeling about the boundaries. There are times when he’s smart and doesn’t overstep them, and there are times when he’s thick-skulled as a log.

Itto is also very clingy. Since he doesn’t have anything to do, he’s interested in whatever that his crush is doing. The simple-minded oni does whatever that his love is asking for. Itto wants to make his beautiful person really happy, so he gives out his best service.

In conclusion, Itto can get along with someone just as empty-headed as him or someone very smart. It’s all based on how strong his partner is mentally and how prepared the lover is going to be in controlling this energy ball. He himself doesn’t have a very specific type even if he tells he does.

☉ Bennett

Bennett has a very bad luck with love (how unexpected). Any time he falls for a person, his crush turns out to have a romantic partner or gets together with someone else just as he's about to confess. It has happened many times already, but he’s not giving up yet! He’s just… so used to admiring the beauty from afar.

Bennett doesn't really have a type yet because he's young. He doesn’t know what he likes and maybe that is the reason he can’t get together with anybody. Since the little boy has no idea what kind of romance he expects, he ends up following someone who shows some empathy towards him and he doesn’t look any further into their other qualities.

❅ Chongyun

Chongyun has a very hard time getting together with anyone. He knows fully well when his control of the emotions is slipping away so he has a few tricks up his sleeve to avoid trouble. Unfortunately, getting attached to someone romantically is one of the phenomena that takes away this control, hence the exorcist has no choice but to distance himself from his crush. He gets away from people who make him excited and doesn't contact them any more. Chongyun has mastered avoidance of his crushes.

Nevertheless, Chongyun's heart is very soft. He is amorous and he has liked many girls before. Chongyun feels sad that he can’t get any closer with some people at times. The boy can’t enjoy life the way everyone else does.

The young exorcist needs someone who understands feelings and can convey them in the right way. It doesn’t really matter what kind of feelings those are – gentle or rousing. If his partner can regulate negativity, great joy, fear or any other big emotion, then Chongyun’s in good hands. He can get along with a more upbeat lover or someone more pacific; all that really counts is rather the partner knows what to do with sudden urges or not.

Still, Chongyun tends to believe that he wants himself a very tranquil partner – elegant, tender, collected. Everything that he isn’t. The boy is convinced that the more energetic types would overwhelm him and make him lose his sanity.

The teenager is never going to leave his second half alone for too long. It’s in his nature: he has to pay lots of attention to the ones he loves. Also, he constantly needs some energy recharge after long days of thrilling events. So, spending time with a dear person is something that comes casually.

☽ Childe / Tartaglia / Ajax

This lad has definitely slept with many partners before. He is very impulsive and he doesn’t look like he knows what he’s doing. Childe might be smart when dealing with business related affairs, and Tartaglia is very foolish when it comes to love. After all, business and romance are two different unrelated spheres of life. You need a clear mind in the first one and a clear soul at the latter.

Tartaglia is very… well, childish. He is a young boy and he has no idea what he wants and how he wants it. He is sure that he wants to have a family eventually, though. That’s one thought that is stuck in his mind.

I don’t feel like he'd be the one to cheat when in a relationship, especially a long-term one where you become partners for life. He can jump from a relationship to a relationship, but never hurt his partner like that.

Tartaglia is a confused young man who needs someone who would put him on a leash so he wouldn’t run off the wrong direction. Childe is someone who’d leave his partner alone until he returns home after long weeks of work. This is the type of close relationships that the man is used to having. As a fellow Snezhnayan, I can say that he’s a very typical Snezhnayan boy and Snezhnayan men usually leave their homes until they return late from work.

Contrary to the common belief that he’d look only at someone who can fight and defeat him, I think Tartaglia needs someone who has never held a weapon at all.

He would need someone strict. Someone who can scold him for his shenanigans. Someone patient who won’t leave him for his stupid actions or his long work trips. Someone who would still love him the same even after many arguments. The angry look on his partner’s face makes him believe that he is actually loved and cared for.

His language is physical contact, so if you are the type to take off your slipper and slap your loved one for not washing the dishes, he is all yours. If you’re very likely to pull his ear for not listening to you and keep pulling him to the side to talk, he will hear you out and not even question your actions. Slap his face, tug his shirt, embrace him – it’s all welcome and this is the type of love he’s looking for.

☉ Diluc Ragnivindr

Diluc has a strong desire to build a family. He is undeniably going to fall for someone who is good with children. If the woman has a kind heart with a whole lot of patience then he's deep in love, head on cloud nine, legs and arms trembling from the sheer tender emotions.

He is quite quick to notice such a caring soul too. Have you ever seen teachers and baby-sitters? You can tell that they work with children by the way they always share a warm smile, talk in a soft voice and their eyelashes flutter ever so gently, keeping the calming eye contact. Diluc knows exactly what he’s looking for, hence why he is picky with all these girls.

Diluc thinks that his partner should live in his mansion and not interfere his own business. It doesn't mean that you are not allowed to work, no. He's convinced that he's the man of the family and, therefore, needs to do all the important work to not make you worry. Even if his lover creates her own business, the aristocrat is still trying his best to do most of the work and make his spouse’s life as easy as possible. With his influence, money and connections, it's not a hard affair to do.

Having a lady who can kick enemies is great and all, but that’s not necessary when you’re with the swords master, hence the man will not like it that his girl can not relax even under the safety of his home. Diluc can not find himself getting attached to someone who’s always on the battlefield. First of all, he’s worried. Second of all, once he’s reassured that you’re strong enough to handle anything, then why would you need him anyway? The Ragnivindr can’t see the point in this relationship. He’s not interested in such women.

As much as he is a family man, he is also a businessman with many responsibilities. That means, his spouse has to be independent enough to entertain herself at the mansion or get occupied with her own work. Sometimes he can even go out for days, then return home all exhausted, craving for hugs and kisses, making up for the lost time.

❖ Gorou

This dog does know what it’s like to have a crush but he was so caught up in the war that he forgot all about it.

He is yet another lad who prefers the ‘weaker’ types. After all, his animal instincts make him very protective of his life partner. The beast seeks for those who are gentle and loving, making those kinds perfect mamas for his future possible puppies. The urge to defend his spouse is what makes him believe that he has found the perfect match. If there’s no such urge, then Gorou questions if this relationship is what he likes.

But! Unlike Diluc, Gorou wouldn’t mind at all if his soulmate would be able to fight. Maybe he’d be even more confident in the relationship because he wouldn’t have to worry that the love of his life is going to get lost or killed. If his partner decides to take the more active role, then he’s going to be confused in the pleasant way. It would definitely be a new experience that he comes to enjoy eventually. Oh, if you’re the one who always protects him, rather than the other way around, Gorou’s melting!

≈ Kaedahara Kazuha

He’s not the type to settle down with a partner actually. I imagine him to be the one to wonder until his last breath and never even look at others in a romantic way. I can’t say that he doesn’t have this romantic vibe in him – he does, actually. But he’s more on the careless side and he doesn’t look like someone who needs a life partner for his adventures.

My sister has suggested that he’d want to settle with someone in his thirties, but she’s a very big shipper, so I’m not listening to her. I think that Kazuha wouldn’t even consider in getting into a serious, or even somewhat serious, relationship. All he can allow himself to do is have it as a small spark, nothing more.

❅ Kaeya Alberich

He has tasted many women already (most of the time, he used them to get information), but none were serious relationships.

If we are talking about him taking the relationship seriously, then his type is harsh, sharp, dramatic, witty and laughs at his jokes. The last one is VERY important to him. If his partner doesn’t share the same sense of humour, then what's the point?

He is quite a complicated person and is very hard to get closer to. He knows very well how to keep an emotional distance. He comes off very warm, kind and welcoming, and you might even think that you know him alright, because he can tell lots of interesting stories about his personal life if he needs to. But it’s very easy to fool people if you know a few tricks. Most people are blind and don’t see the obvious mask of friendliness he wears.

Hence why he’d come together with a soulmate who can cut through his act. The danger of getting exposed is what makes him enthralled. You can wrap him around your finger once your keen mind undresses all these layers.

Kaeya has pretended to be something else his whole life. As soon as you’re cracking his facade, then you must be someone very special. The man would love a person who can call him out for his punk. Though, forcing him to be truthful is a no-no for him. He’d figure out himself when to be completely honest and when to hush his words. After all, Kaeya has a long way to develop trust. So there should be a lot of patience in the relationship.

The tough nature in his lover can be a sweet bonus that would make his mind blow. A few rough romantic gestures, such as kissing him against a wall or keeping an intense eye contact, and he’s melting. Well, given that he knows that you mean no harm.

☽ Kamisato Ayato

Most people came to believe that he’d love someone obedient because of this one damn line.

Alright, I feel like he’d be uninterested if he came together with someone who follows his every wish and order. Ayato is a bored rich man. The novle was raised among those who listen to his any commands. He is still living in luxury with servants who say and do exactly what he expects them to say and do. The commissioner has to talk to various authorities who are untruthful and very predictable too.

Hence I came to a conclusion that Ayato would get attached to someone lively, strong, ambitious, honest and loyal. Obedience doesn’t equal loyalty. He sure has trauma in trusting others, hence he believes that loyalty is the most important quality in a person.

The thing about loyalty, if it comes alone without any brains, then you’d get a mindless person who needs to be controlled or else they are doomed. Ayato loves to experiment on people to see the amusing reactions. People who have the wits can become such a big entertainment for him, plus, he IS the head of a noble clan, which means that his spouse should be able to lead his people.

An unintelligent submissive puppy? Please, this is torture for him. The fun is going to last so shortly, that he wouldn’t even care if that person was having a hard time after the useless relationship.

You think a submissive puppy can be intelligent? Think again.

Yes, he and Thoma have a good relationship, but Thoma knows his place and it is lower than Ayato’s. The aristocrat’s partner is going to be on the same level as him, and Ayato wants mutual respect in a relationship. So, someone who has the compliance like Thoma is not a match for Ayato.

🗲 Razor

Razor has a very animalistic understanding of love. I can see him having Tarzon kind of romance.

It would be anyone who can survive in the wild and loves nature for sure – an adventurous individual. And it’s also going to be a very soft, gentle and kind soul, not the wild type. It will turn into an interesting dynamic if his crush is book-smart while he is one with nature. His lover doesn’t register the romantic feelings right away, while it snaps in him on an instant and he can smell that his feelings are mutual. Then there are lots of confusion and self discoveries while the relationship flourishes.

Razor is the type to stick around his partner, or even his crush, most of the time. He's like a gum – it’s so hard to get him off of you once he counts you as his family.

☉Thoma

Thoma needs someone who can take care of themselves since he's always at work. He's not going to spend his time at the house often. So, even if he wouldn’t mind someone clingy, the relationship wouldn’t work out well. Thoma prioritizes his work higher than anything, hence an independent partner would be perfect for him.

Yes, the house is going to be always clean, the breakfast ready, laundry done and maybe a few other house chores are going to be dealt with, but this lad is still very busy.

Seeing him during the day is going to be a very rare occurance. Unless you are OK with late night cuddles, minimum word exchange and you feel loved when your house is clean, then Thoma’s not the man you’re looking for. The house isn’t even going to be sparkling and the dirt is going to grow quite fast if his partner’s lazy.

Thoma tends to fall for small and cute girls. He likes it when they fit in his arms. Thoma also enjoys observing his lover when she does her own thing, be it drawing or playing chess with him. The man is also into gentle and kind people.

Thoma wouldn’t let his partner cook or sweep the floors when he’s around. He’s barely at home and she has to do everything herself already; why would he be standing around? Doing the house work is one of his ways of showing love.

In conclusion, he needs someone independent who is OK with materialistic pleasures and doesn't need to talk a lot with her lover.

≈ Venti / Barbatos

Logically speaking, he’s a spirit and shouldn’t understand why he’d need a relationship. But, somehow, he sends off very romantic vibes.

I’d love to say that he’s a very bad partner and wouldn’t last long, but he looks good with certain characters and I can’t see him breaking up shortly with anybody.

Even though he’s the carefree kind of lad, he is very loyal and can actually hold onto his dearest for long. Maybe it’s not as long in archon years, but in human years, his love lasts forever. If Venti gets attached to anyone, he’d sing ballads about them for thousands of years, never forgetting them.

The god has encountered many wars, losses and conflicts. Everyone asks ‘where is Venti’ but never ‘how is Venti’. The kind archon needs someone who’d care about his well-being and listen to his rambling. An empath who, somehow, understands what the divinity is feeling. Venti can get along with pretty much anyone, but the main quality that he’s searching for in a partner is the empathy. Without it, he’d not think much of a person.

≈ Adeptus Xiao / Alatus

Oh, he’s romantic, alright. Xiao doesn’t let himself get attached to anyone but if he does, he holds on to the memories forever.

Xiao despises when people pity him. He doesn’t need such low treatment. What he does need is slaps (not literal) for his twisted way of thinking. The adepti has given so much to the world, it’s time he gets the love he deserves. Xiao wants someone who’d care for his health – mental and physical. He would get attached to a wholesome kind of person who has very few psychological problems. That’s the only way for him to heal.

The yaksha would be more comfortable around a person who can kick anyone’s booty. A fellow fighter with a firm grip on a weapon. A clear soul with noble intentions. Only then he can be sure that his partner is not going to be in any danger. If the day comes when Xiao loses his sanity, his lover can be the one to stop his rampage. Xiao doesn’t want to have any chances in hurting the one he values the most, hence a steady warrior would be a perfect match for him.

☽ Xingqiu

Xingqiu is the type to take romance very seriously. Since he reads a lot of novels, romantic ones too, he has quite high expectations so he is going to be very slow in developing feelings. Xingqiu is also very selective because of the high standards that are near impossible to achieve for anyone.

Beautiful skin, exotic features, kind-hearted, elegant, book-smart, wise with words, masterful yet so fragile when it comes to him.

Life wouldn’t be life if she didn’t joke around.

Xingqiu can end up falling for someone the opposite of what he expects. He will overlook his person's appearance; he will overlook his crush’s confidence. The young master finds out that what he actually needs is someone with the same interests as him or someone with odd hobbies. Oh, the thrill of getting together with a weirdo (in society’s eyes). Everyone doesn’t pay as much attention to them but Xingqiu finds them fascinating. He loves it if his partner can think outside of the box and have wild fantasies.

Xingqiu needs to recharge his energy a lot so he spends enough time with his partner in such moments.

❖ Zhongli / Morax / Rex Lapis

Zhongli is too old for romance, to be honest. He is not going to fall in love even if someone’s trying hard. He has seen it all and he expects people to act a certain way and repeat the same mistakes he’s seen before. The only way you’re going to interest the god at least a tiny (note the ‘tiny’) bit is if you’re some sort of divinity yourself.

It doesn’t mean that Morax isn’t the romantic type at all, though. When he was younger and much less experienced, I think he did fall in love. Humans, divinities, spirits, you name it. He has a soft heart for all alive creatures. Yes, he was cruel during the war. But he needed to protect his people, aka his children, in order for them to live happily. If he wasn’t as merciless towards those who dared to overstep their boundaries, he wouldn’t have kept alive the ones he loved.

Morax would fall in love with someone rational and knowledgeable (no doubt about it). To contrast his calm personality, he’d prefer those who have an upbeat kind of energy. He is much more vital in his youth, but not as much, hence a very animated lover is the yin to his yang. He would choose the one who is ambitious and strives to create something beautiful. He favours those who shine the brightest with their ideals and goals.

Morax enjoys the company of those who are having lots of fun, those who can laugh at their own and others’ mistakes. He wants the straightforward kind because it becomes so much easier to sort out any relationship problems.

Also, if you manage dominate him, he will melt on the spot with his heart skipping a beat every time he sees you.

[delphinidin4]

[janitorbot]

England’s got healthcare, right.

[janitorbot]

Twitter doodles of very specific IDV struggles

[chibigaia-art]

love how edgar was like nothing inspires me anymore, i’ll go get chased by some serial killer so i can make art again

[dr-mesmer]

Are you excited for the new survs to join?