𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊𝖘
The Author: Jun (he/him [preferred] + she/her)
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💔 I'm an extremely busy person! This means I am not able to write a lot and take a long time to answer asks/requests. Please be patient with updates, asks, and requests.
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Fandoms I'll write for on this blog:
Anime/Manga - Demon Slayer, Sakamoto Days, Jujustu Kaisen, Death Note, The Summer Hikaru Died, Most Studio Ghibli Films, Pokemon, Hunter x Hunter, Fire Force, Uzumaki, Tomie...
MXTX - SVSSS, MDZS, & TGCF
Games - The Freak Circus, Homicipher, Dating Killmulator, Little Nightmares (1 & 2), Saint Spells Love Guide (rusty </3)...
Movies/Shows - Nezha 1 & 2, Spiderman Spiderverse, Disney/Pixar Characters, Hannibal...
Literature/Books - Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts, Frankenstein, Alice in Wonderland, The Series of Unfortunate Events, Any Classic Fairy Tales, Greek Mythology...
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hi I really like your writing, especially the one about the reader escaping from the platonic freak circus! can I be 🌹 anon??
I hope it's okay if I leave some asks to know more about you!!!
Who are your favorite clowns from the freak circus all the way to least favorite and why?
hello sweetheart <3 of course you can be 🌹 anon! that story was also my favorite hehe, dark writing is my greatest pleasure ;)
yes, i'm okay with asks about me/general questions! i respond to them much quicker than actual writing requests <33
as for my favorite freak circus clowns....
Pierrot - he's utterly obsessed and refuses to hurt us!!! plus, he's so open about his love and obsession!! i'm not a big fan of nonchalant tsunderes, give me the most chalant and expressionable you've got (and that's pierrot~)!!! he's so cute i just wanna squish him <33 he's also very easy to read, and i like people like that because it makes me trust them more. i know his intentions and desires so clearly, so i know what to expect from him.
Ticket Taker - im completely weak to responsible and mature authority figures, what else can i say? i dont need to worry about anything, he's got everything covered. calmness, patience, manners? im yours.
Columbina - she's so sweet and i love her design!!! i can only imagine how lovely she is, like a princess granting you all of her attention. im gonna start including her in TFC HCs that i do (but not in the actual stories since it's a different timeline atp)!
Doctor - he's comforting but in an unnerving way! like he'll take care of you, but not as a patient -- instead, you're a lab rat. it's less doctor and more scientist... very fascinating dynamic! i love it!! im not fond of needles, but doctor is pretty much all about needles lmao. he's chill though, he's really cool <33
Jester - i love jester but i cant like him as much as the others because i cant get a good read on him. he's so mysterious and never gives up any information or how he actually feels. it makes alarm bells ring in my head, and i can't trust him at all. he's also very firm on boundaries and keeping a distance, which is attractively authoritative, but just not something i enjoy.
Harlequin - don't hate me for this!! trickster, not very respectful of boundaries, does what he wants, acts more selfishly... he's such a fun character and i love him (!!!), but out of the other clowns i just like him the least </3
anyways, i know i said i'd try to get them done but i don't think i can. i'll be super extremely busy again unfortunately :( i'll still try to get some done though! im halfway done with another freak circus one!
don't be discouraged if it takes me a long time to answer your ask! i'll answer most asks and requests eventually, unless tumblr eats it.
sorry for the last two requests i wrote for -- i didn't leave any author's note/response to the requestors! im just so tired rn idk what to say lmao
life never pauses and im sooo busy all the time. i wish i could just write all day everyday but unfortunately i cant *cries sobs throws a fit* :P also my freaking finger hurts so bad for no reason and it sucks to type rn 💀
i currently have 10 requests in my inbox, and i'll hopefully complete them by next week.
OFC YOU CAN USE IT I JUST READ IT WRONG <3 i love your writing tho :3 i think it’s so silly monster family and human cuz its funny to think about the monsters having to deal with human stuff with the age regression i def feel like pierrot read a parenting book and being confused why reader doesn’t follow the book and for teen reader the idea of teen angst is so funny or reader try to have a secret partner(depending on where they are in the timeline if they’ve moved in(kidnapped) or if they just met the circus) and failing everytime cuz their monsters and stalkers
awh thank you darling <3
i also love our freak circus clowns and think they're not used to their full platonic potential by the fandom yet! for now, im happy to fuel as much platonic freak circus as i can \(^-^)/
so just wait up! i'll hopefully write your request soon :)
Can you make a continuation of the platonic freak circus? 👀🙏
Chikd reader trying to running away or smth
tw: implied murder, eating humans (but not technically cannibalism), horror, terror, needles, drugs, violence, animal gore, etc.
Platonic Yan Freak Circus x Child(ish) Reader: Escaping
You didn’t think you’d make it this far, honestly.
On the border of this unfamiliar town that the circus was currently at, you take a final step to freedom.
Great.
You were out, relatively far away, and it had only taken you two hours.
That didn’t mean you were going to stop here though. You wouldn’t take that risk.
You have two options. Keep running or lay low.
If you kept running, then the further you got, the better. There’d be less time for them to catch up to you. However, it might be easier to find you, since you’d probably leave some tracks.
If you laid low, then it could backfire on you, and you’d make it even easier for them to track you down because of how close you are. Then again, you could hide until the heat died down and they’d never know…
You don’t know. You’re just freaking tired.
Who knew that going to a circus would result in so much trouble? Being practically kidnapped and held against your will?
It’s not like they treated you badly… it was just scary. Were they going to eat you? Kill you? Make you their slave?
You couldn’t go to the police, the clowns clearly weren’t human, but no one would ever believe you.
Besides, they kept claiming you were a child – a baby. You weren’t, at least not in your eyes. They were crazy.
You make up your mind to purchase a one way train ticket to the furthest place on the schedule.
“Cash or card?” the attendant asks curtly before looking at you. “Aren’t you a little young to be traveling alone?”
“I’m older than I look,” you huff, tired of being treated like a child. You rummage through your pockets before realizing that you have literally no money on you.
The attendant looks at you skeptically. “Runaway?” she asks, uninterested.
“No,” you reply with a small hiss, though you technically were running away from the circus.
“Here, will this do?” you ask her, tugging the shiny gemtone, gold, and silver pins from your shirt collar, five in total.
“Depends. Is it real?” she inspects them curiously.
“Yeah,” you lie effortlessly, even though you have no idea what they’re made of. “They’re vintage too, quite valued for resales.”
“Whatever kid,” she waves her hand as she collects the pins, stamping a train ticket and sliding it over. “Good luck.”
“Thanks. You’re the only one rooting for me,” you mutter, more to yourself than to her as you hurried to catch the next train.
You can’t help but feel a sense of relief when you enter, finding an empty seat by the window.
The train was rather empty, but you liked it that way. The less people saw you, the better.
It’s almost sunset as the tracks rumble, engine tooting as the train roared to life, click clacking its way to full speed.
You’d been running all day. You’re dead tired.
The grassy fields and pink sky remind you of freedom as you shut your eyes against the glass on the window.
...
When you awake the moon is out.
The stars twinkle brighter than you’ve ever seen before in the city.
The dim orange lights of the train flicker here and there, though you’re the only one left, it seems.
The scenery is much different than from when you fell asleep. You’re passing large lands with cows, and sheeps, and horses, and pigs.
It was probably a country farm that the train tracks cut through.
You wondered if any poor animal had ever strayed too far onto the tracks before, unknowingly getting hit and run over.
How horrible… how gruesome to think about.
You shake your head from the thoughts, staring at the stars again.
You wouldn’t mind, you think. To be a mindless sheep, roaming the fields, looking up at the sky every night, being taken care of by a shepherd, and one day killed for your meat.
At least you would be loved, even if just for a moment.
Your world grows dark before you can process it.
No, you didn’t fall asleep.
No, you didn’t pass out.
The lights went out.
You hold your breath, feeling the intense feeling of pressure as eyes bore into your skin.
You know it before you see it.
They found you.
“Lookie here, little [Name] thought we wouldn’t find them,” Harlequin’s teasing voice whispers by your ear.
“How troublesome,” the velvet voice of Jester sighs, “We’ll have to find a proper punishment.”
Pierrot’s bells jingle insistently before you’re being held in familiar arms, bright yellow pupils suddenly floating above your face.
You’re not sure what to say. They’d surely kill you now.
Like the sheep who’d been cared for by the shepherd, it was your time to be harvested.
“You’re all going to eat me now, aren’t you?” you can’t help but burst into tears, salty dew drops running down your cheeks before you can stop it.
You can see Harlequin’s glowing green eyes crinkle up in pleasure. “Oh yes darling, we’re going to eat you up.”
Pierrot glares at him immediately, triggered.
“Ah, this brings back fond memories,” you can hear the smirk in Jester’s tone. “She was delicious, though I can’t say our trouble child will taste as good.”
“We’re not eating [Name]!” Pierrot can’t keep his silence, soothingly wiping your tears. “They’re just a baby.”
“What about when they grow up then?” Jester excuses Pierrot’s use of words just this once. “Are you waiting for their flesh to mature, hm?”
He’s purposely trying to scare you, wanting you to see that if you disobey him, then you’re nothing more than a meal.
You practically sobs into Pierrot’s costume, hiccuping as he fusses over your small form.
You succumb to sleep before you can hear Pierrot’s answer to the question, feeling a small prick at your neck.
…
When you wake up, you find that you’re in a familiar tent, restrained against a familiar chair.
“Oh you’re up little mouse,” Doctor hums in his familiar accent. “I need to make a few adjustments with your health, you see.”
He sees you tense up before reassuring you. “Nothing major, really. Just small things. Relax, I need your muscles to be loose.”
His gloves gently cup your cheek before moving to find a good vein on your arm.
You can’t do anything even if you wanted to, completely strapped up.
You’re quiet as he sinks needles into your skin, one after the other.
Your arms are littered with colorful bandaids by the time he’s done.
You’re also dizzy, insanely so. Why is your vision so blurry now? You can barely feel your legs.
“Are you still with me dearest?” Doctor asks, patting your hand.
“Mnhn,” you manage the smallest mutter, head lolling forward in a nod.
“It’s working better than expected,” he simply says, pleased. “I suppose it’s time for dinner.”
He unfastens your restraints, but the second you stand you feel like a newborn fawn, stumbling right into him.
“There, there,” he soothes. “You’re just a bit tired.”
He lifts you effortlessly into his arms, large strides moving the both of you to the main tent.
Everyone’s waiting already, discussing as you both entered.
“So, you took care of things Bil?”
“Of course, you know I don’t do sloppy work, unlike some people.”
A flash of green bounds over before you’re even properly seated, cooing all over.
“They’re so sweet like this,” he snickers, “What a nice change.”
Pierrot’s jingling bells tell you that he’s behind you, making you use the little strength left to grasp onto him.
You weren’t stupid.
In this place, he was the only one who screamed safety, despite dressing like a literal red flag.
He melts onto his knees, burying his face into your stomach as he nuzzles against you.
You know he can’t talk right now, not in front of the others. Still you hug him back.
He’s the only one who said he wouldn’t eat you.
He feeds you happily, soup and greens and all kinds of things patiently fed as he wiped your mouth periodically. You would feed yourself if you could, but your arms feel all fuzzy and limp.
You’re so focused on not falling asleep that you don’t pay attention to what the others are eating.
“Did you want an arm or a leg?” Ticket Taker asks Pierrot, “I’ll ration fairly before Halequin takes your portion.”
Hearing that makes your blood run cold.
You lift your head up from your lap before being met with a body on the table, flesh and blood torn from her skeleton, bones exposed cleanly in some areas already.
You’re petrified, but you can’t move; you can’t scream, you can’t even squeak.
“Oh right,” Ticket Taker smiles at your expression, reaching into his pocket to pull out familiar shiny pins. “You forget these darling.”
Hiiiiiiii first I just wanna say, your writing is really good and I really like it.
Second I saw you recently did a platonic freak circus + child reader headcannons, and wow, was that absolutely amazing I've been waiting for someone to do something like that for ever.
Third I was wondering if you could do more headcannons for it like what if child reader was actually able to escape the circus? What would the circus members do? And how would they be feeling?
Sorry if this is a little bit of a ramble😓
Hello sweetness! Thank you so much for enjoying my writing! I get so insecure about it every time I reread it, so the reassurance is comforting <3 I’m so glad that you like my Platonic Freak Circus and child reader hcs! I played TFC and instantly wanted something like that haha. I’ve been so busy so I haven’t been able to catch up on all my requests yet, so thank you for being patient. You specifically asked for HCs, so I’ll do those! But I also got another request like this which I wrote an actual story for that you can read here.
Platonic Yan Freak Circus x Child(ish) Reader: Escape Attempt HCs
Pierrot:
He would be so sad that you’re trying to escape.
Are you unhappy? What is he doing wrong? He’ll fix anything you want! Just please don’t run away from him.
Are you scared? He'll rip out his claws, cut off his horns… please please don't go. He'll be anything you want him to be. Isn’t he a good papa? He’ll be better…
If you plan it out really well and he's particularly busy or distracted when you escape, then you'll be able to slip away from the circus.
However, you won't get very far.
Once he realizes you’re missing, he works on finding you immediately and won’t come back to the circus until he finds you.
Honestly, no matter where you run, he’ll find you easily. The max amount of time you have to get away is an hour, which isn’t a whole lot of time.
Harlequin
Bold of you to assume he doesn’t let you out just for fun. It’s his risky version of tag and hide and seek.
Obviously, you never make it very far. In fact, somehow, he always is able to catch you or find you before you even step foot outside the circus grounds.
He doesn’t care if you’re trying to escape or not. You belong here with them, and whether you agree or not, he doesn’t care. Either way, you’re never leaving.
Sometimes, he even helps you run away to freak Pierrot out.
He’ll take you somewhere far and hidden and tell you to run before letting Pierrot know you got out.
Of course, he never puts himself in a situation where you’re actually missing. You’re always within grasp for him.
Ticket Taker
You will never ever be able to escape under his watch.
He doesn’t make mistakes, especially when it comes to you.
You might be able to plan something out, but he’ll find out before your plans are ever finalized, making sure you won’t ever be able to attempt it in the future.
He probably gets upset that you’re trying to escape. Do they not take care of you well enough? Is he not enough for you?
There’s nothing worth going back to in your miserable old life anyway.
He probably manipulates you and tries to change your mindset so that you won’t run anymore.
Doctor
This man resorts to one thing for every single situation: drugs.
Planning an escape? Whoopsie, the concoction he slips into your dinner every night makes you feel so weak and sleepy all the time…
You ever make it out of the circus? Needles are piercing into your veins before you can even look back, making you fall into an unconscious heap in his arms.
He gets why you’re trying to escape, but he just finds it to be a hassle. Why waste so much time running when he could be examining you?
He takes care of you well, doesn’t he? Aren’t you much safer with him than out there?
Jester
He gets pretty busy at times, so you’d probably be able to get a head start on escaping.
You’ll regret it the most with him though… He is not light with his punishments at all.
You’ll get a hard spanking and be grounded for literal life.
If you escape while under his watch, he’s not just upset; he’s furious.
He knew you were trouble… why couldn’t you just be a good pet, hm?
It doesn’t stop him from taking all precautions to keep you from running in the future though. He never backs down from a challenge.
i’m the person who asked for teen reader and i just realized that it was childish it went over my head im a idiot you can throw out the ask i’m so sorry PFFT
hi darling! ive actually been meaning to make a post to clear things about this up haha 😭 please do not be sorry! you are not an idiot -- you are a lovely human!! i am not throwing out your ask lol i love it too much <33
so for the platonic yandere freak circus I say "child(ish)" reader because im appealing to two different audiences. so you can read it as:
Child = Reader is a child -- physically a literal child, really young in age.
Childish = Reader is older (teenager/adult) being infantilized/forced to age regress/treated like a child and expected to act like one.
i like reading and writing for both perspectives, and so you can read it however way you like it as well! i understand how it can be confusing, hence why i've been wanting to clear it up 🤧
anyway i've been wanting to make some teen reader so your request is perfect -- i hope you don't mind if i still keep it on my list to write <3
im so into worship ughskjs i need a pathetic crying yandere to be on his knees in front of me begging me to be his god, begging me to stay with him forever. beg for me like he's hopeless, as if he won't lock me up if i refuse. beg for me like an innocent sheep, as if he's not a dirty lying wolf. act like he's innocent when he just wants his god to be unraveled by his very hands. he want his god to see him and love him and to be his and only his. no one else should rival him in his devotion. i'm his god, only his. he can't let anyone else find out about me. he'll worship me enough to substitute millions of followers. who needs a temple of worshipers when he's willing to do all the work of the world just for me? quality is better than quantity, and baby, he's the best of them all.
need me an apocalyptic au with a deranged human ex who is so so so elated when they find you within the thousands of zombies they sifted through. they'll leash you to them forever, let you nibble on their fingers as long as you don't break through skin... they might even pull out all your teeth so you can bite them however much you want. they'll kill for you, fresh flesh every day. they want you back, and you don't have a single say in it now, not when you're nothing but a moving corpse. in fact, they like you better like this. you depend on them completely. they love it. they love you.
How would they react to us making our own circus costume to fit in with them????
And if the outfits colors matched they're own.
Kinda like how in the welcome to Derry show that girl made 'Periwinkle' so she could match with her dad (who acted/created the original pennywise)
Aaahh what a cute request!! I've never seen that show before but it sounds adorable :) This reminds me that I saw a skirt that reminded me of Pierrot while I was out thrifting... now I regret not buying it T-T
Platonic Yan Freak Circus Cast x Willing! Child(ish) Reader: Matching Costumes
Pierrot
You hear his jingles before his voice, bells sounding behind your back as you desperately shoved the crumpled black and red fabric under the desk you were working on.
He tilts his head to the side, curious. His hand reaches out to you as if to ask what you were hiding from him.
“It’s nothing!” you say. You didn’t want him to see it until it was perfect.
“Babyyyy,” he drawls out, whining once he was sure no one else was within earshot. “Let papa see. You’re not hiding something dangerous are you?”
“It’s not dangerous,” you promise, “You just can’t see it yet.”
“Can you finish it now so I can see?” he asks, eager.
“I can try,” you mutter. “But you have to turn around!”
He obeys happily, humming gently as he sits cross-legged on the floor, back facing your direction.
You snip and glue and poke and pull and eventually, you’re pretty much done.
You slip into your little masterpiece, a messy replica of Pierrot’s own outfit.
Then, you tap on his shoulder, awaiting his opinion.
He quite literally melts, sinking even lower into the floor.
His silence makes you nervous.
“You don’t like it,” you assume quietly.
“D-don’t like it? Baby, I adore it! I adore you! I love you! Oh you’re precious! My precious baby!”
Pierrot wraps you up in his arms, squeezing you tight.
“I could have helped you,” he mumbles into your shoulder, “But you did so perfect. You look so perfect like this, you really look just like me! Just like your papa!”
He holds you for another minute before standing you back up again. “Come on baby, give me a spin. I wanna see it all~”
You turn all around, letting him take your hand and give you a twirl.
“Oh you’re lovely,” he sighs dreamily. “My darling baby. I want you to wear this every day.”
He reaches up to his own hat, tugging one of his bells from his hat to hang on your own.
“You’re mine, forever and always,” he reminds you happily.
Harlequin
“Hmm did I just see a flash of green?” Harlequin teases, “Hiding from me now, little one? Are you that desperate to play hide and seek?”
You can’t help but giggle, muffling your mouth with your new green sleeves.
“I wonder what that was?” he acts clueless, “Pierrot must be messing with me again…”
You’re so caught up with shrinking yourself to be as tiny as possible that you don’t even register his presence until you’re being picked up by your collar, held up like a puppy from the scruff of your neck.
“You cheated!” you claim, sticking your tongue out.
“Nuh uh,” Harlequin grins, green tongue slinking out to lick your cheek.
“Yuck!” you groan. “I don’t like you.”
You toss your green and black hat onto the floor, upset.
“Awh, I’m just messing around darling,” he chuckles, picking the hat up to settle upon your head again. “And what’s this, hm? Do we have a copycat in our midsts?”
Your little pout isn’t taken very seriously.
“You want some praise, don’t you?” he coos. “Well, you look simply dashing like this, almost as good as me. I knew you’d look better in green than in red.”
Ticket Taker
“Oh, you’re blue,” Ticket Taker remarks when you show off the new outfit you worked so hard on.
He didn’t expect this honestly, but he was more than pleased.
“It’s a little crooked here, and the stitching is a bit messy,” he critiques, moving your limbs this way and that like a ball-jointed doll.
You were hoping to make him proud… you can’t help but feel a little hurt.
“But it’s still a wonderful effort overall sweetheart,” Ticket Taker emphasizes. “Come along, we don’t have many plans today. I’ll help you fix it.”
You and Ticket Taker spend hours perfecting the outfit, but it’s mostly just him undoing and redoing things.
He won’t let you sew, won’t let you cut, and won’t let you do basically anything other than be his little model.
You’re quite bored, frankly, but you stick it through.
By the afternoon, he has you in a perfectly fitted suit, identical to his own.
“One second darling,” he says, walking off towards his quarters. He returns with a top hat, just like his.
“It’s a good thing I have an extra, I’m not very skilled in making top hats yet,” he remarks, settling it on top of your head.
It’s a little big, but it works, and you look just like him, only… you look like you, but in his clothes.
“Now it’s perfect,” he lets the smallest smile slip. “What a dapper fellow you are.”
He usually keeps you hidden in a tent when the circus opens, but tonight, he proudly takes you to the front. You’ll be helping him check tickets.
After all, you were Ticket Taker Jr. now.
Doctor
“You’re gonna need a shot!” you shout at Harlequin, wrapped in your handmade doctor’s robes, just like the Doctor’s.
You had indeed somehow got your hands on some of the doctor’s own tools, a huge needle wielded in your hands like a weapon.
“Kiddo when I said I wanted to play, this is not what I meant!” Harlequin huffs, attempting to disarm you.
The Doctor, looking for his missing tools, spots the two of you.
“There they are,” he clicks his tongue softly, snatching the needle from your hands. “And who might you be?” he plays along, “My new assistant, perhaps?”
“Yes!” you agree readily. “Patient Quin is being bad!”
“Oh no,” Doctor sighs, “How troublesome. You seem so experienced in this field of work, sweetness. Why don’t you take charge?”
He hands you back the needle and somehow manages to restrain Harlequin, holding his hands behind his back.
“You’re kidding me,” Harlequin hisses to Doctor.
“Come on, little doctor,” the Doctor merely hums. “Inject it right above his heart.”
Whenever you have your doctor’s outfit on, he’s happy to treat you like a doctor instead of a patient. He thinks it’s endearing how you want to be like him, and he’d love if you were his assistant forever.
Jester
“You’re doing it wrong, child,” Jester sighs as he peers over your shoulder, watching you messily stitch the purple outfit together.
“If you want to look like me so badly, why won’t you just have Bil make it for you?”
“Because I have to make it myself!” you grumble determinedly, already a bit upset he had caught you before it was finished.
He supervises you while you work away.
He chides and scolds you when you do anything a bit risky.
When you’re done, you’re eager to try it on.
It’s a little too big…
You’re about ready to give up, sniffling softly.
“You look good, child,” Jester remarks. “You’ll grow into it.”
“You think so?” you mumble quietly.
“Oh, I know so,” he smirks, “Why don’t you keep it on for dinner tonight? We can show all the others how hard you worked.”
He’s secretly proud of your desire to look like him.
okay so i just dropped a massive writing upload on all of you sweetlings <3 pls appreciate me, im so tired and put off uni work to write lol /lh
im just rambling rn bc i didnt ramble enough in my writing posts
anyways i finished all my dkill requests!! super happy with how they turned out <3 i love dkill sooo much and abel is lowkey stealing florian's #1 place in my heart but i love all three boys so muchhh ugh this game is a masterpiece pls go play it! i want to write more poly dkill so baddd
i wrote my platonic yan hannigram request.... i actually really like where it's heading even though the progression is really rushed... i decided to go further with forced infantilization/age regression bc i want it to be a darker series with a bunch of mind games/confused reader
and then my yandere emperor taiqing oh my goddd i love him so much he's my golden boy rn istg he's been running around in my mind for months now! he's so lovely, i adore him <3 i wasn't a big fan of how the backstory part turned out because i feel like i made his personality switch up wayyyy to abrupt but the second part with running away and worship has me on my knees like plssss you don't even know how desperate i've been to write it, i've been fantasizing about it for weeks now 😭😍 im suchhh a weak sucker for worship and thinking about an emperor with all the power in the world, kneeling and putting himself beneath his darling and worshipping every inch of their body... the kiss scene was so 🤤🤤🤤🤤 ughh i love taiqing so much im so happy he's my first solo romantic yan oc 💘 i hope you all love him too <33
can you guys tell that im crazy? lmao anyways
im currently working on all the freak circus and kny requests 💌
im thankful for the love you all give to me and my works! every like, reblog, comment, and follow motivates me!!
