Hey! I'm Lethe and welcome to my writing and delusions sideblog :3 My pronouns are she/he and I'm an adult. Here I'll post the stuff i write and also chitchat about my interests and delusional thoughts about them. MINORS DNF.
WARNING: my writing can contain triggering, dead dove content. I often post non-DDDNE content and posts will include tws as appropriate, but a general possible tw for yandere, abuse, noncon/dubcon, incest, underage, etc. These tags will be formatted as "cw [tag]" for those who wish to mute them preemptively. Follow at your own discretion.
My main interests are currently Tokyo Debunker and Love & Deepspace. I like to write yume/reader-insert, smut, and fucked up/horror fics! ^_^ I also really like writing cgl cuz I think it's fun.
I do take requests (sfw + nsfw) and my asks are open! But I am a slow writer and not always physically abled, so please be patient with me ^^ Requests will be completed at my discretion. Thank you!
"The next time they touch what’s mine, the kitty's collar will be so tight nobody will hear it meow.”
wrote some yandere taiga for myself and also as a warmup while trying to get into the groove for a commission. i don't really know that i think this is taiga's brand of yandere exactly; i think he'd actually be a bit different from this. but i was just having some silly fun daydreaming about him roughing me up hehe.
⚠ THIS MAY NOT BE TO ALL AUDIENCE'S TASTE! READ THE TAGS! & MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! ⚠
pairing: taiga hoshibami x reader
rating: mature
prompt: "The next time they touch what’s mine, I'll cut their fucking arms off.” (I did not end up following this completely lol)
tags: established relationship, yandere!taiga, masochist!reader, implied sexual content (they're horny dude), briefly implied cnc free-use fantasies (like, two sentences), not that he'd ever actually let u do that, you're so into him being a freak dude, toxic codependency yay <3, violence/violent tendencies but its taiga so like whats up amirite, uhhh lmk if u think anything else should be tagged thx
The teeth that sink into your bottom lip burn. Well, more than it usually does, anyway. Burning is familiar; it rips through your flesh like nails digging into skin just to prove that you're still alive in a world that wants you to be nothing more than a corpse falling apart at the seams. It's warm and violent and something you welcome with open arms at this point; you're used to relishing in ruby reminders that your reality exists outside of a dream, but this time it HURTS ITS HURTS IT HURTS ITSHURTSHURTSHURTSHURTS---
"OW!" You gasp, tears pricking at the edges of your eyes in a futile attempt to hold back a sign of weakness. A singular tear shines in the light of a crystal chandelier as it drips down the curvature of your cheek.
It never has the chance to hit the floor.
Thin fingers, deceptively fragile in their appearance, squeeze your cheeks. Your skull aches under the pressure, and you make no move to move your hands from where they rest on his shoulders.
"Suddenly everyone wants their own damn kitty cat," Taiga's voice is low, bordering on gruff as he stares you down with a familiar intensity. It sends a shiver down your spine, anticipation and trepidation inseparable. It doesn't escape his notice. It never does. "Gyahaha! Oh my god, you like that? A public use kitty left out for everyone to touch and tease? A pretty lil stray anybody could take home?"
You don't, not really. The idea isn't even appealing, but the way he looks right now -- his eyes a shade darker, lidded as he stares you down. Laughter only as humorous as the subtle fury laced through his smile and the groan you let out as his fingers carve bruises into your cheekbones. It's a thrill unlike any other, the adrenaline of your next hit delivered straight into your heart and promising, "Till death do us part."
Your eyes flutter as Taiga leans in towards you, savoring the gentleness of his cheek against yours. His hair tickles, and you can't help but think his new conditioner was a good choice.
"The next time they touch what’s mine, the kitty's collar will be so tight nobody will hear it meow.”
"do you think we'll be together in every lifetime?"
ngl... i kinda made myself sad writing this one DDFHSKDJLKFGL... this was inspired by some chats I had w my guildies so shoutout to them for giving me fuel to break their hearts to <3 also a fill for @mastering-procrastinating's request ^^
listening to Toxy while posting this and ironically enough, I think the lyrics are kind of fitting LOL
to clarify if it doesn't become clear, this fic plays into the theory that haku's ability is time-travel-related! I definitely encourage reading that post bc its interesting and will give some perspective, but it's not necessary! :D also inspired by this and this tweets
pairing: haku kusanagi x reader
rating: G
prompt: “do you think we’ll be together in every lifetime?”
tags: established relationship, angst, time loop theory
Previous // part 3 of the “in every lifetime” series! // Next
“Do you think we’ll be together in every life?”
It’s only hours of practiced nonchalance that keeps him from coughing as he drinks his tea. As it is, the tightening of his fingers around the cup is enough of a slip in his control. He carefully measures each emotion he allows himself to give for others to see, and yet somehow, against all of his experience and expectations, you always manage to catch him off guard.
A part of him finds it beautiful. After all this time, he knows that you will always be just as charming as when he first met you. A breath of fresh air in the monotony of his days, making sure he’s never as bored as he could be. On the other hand, this is the one part of you he can never predict as well as he wishes he could. You make his life eternally difficult without even trying, hardly lifting a finger to break down his facades time and time again.
The worst part is that he knows you truly aren’t trying. To you, this is a simple question with an equally straightforward answer. A romantic indulgence at most. You don’t mean to send his mind scrambling for answers. You aren’t carefully dissecting him for his responses, knowingly carving away until you can cut into the part of his heart that you know will hurt the most. To you, this is love.
The worst part is that to you, this is love.
If it wasn’t love, it wouldn’t hurt. If it wasn’t love, he wouldn’t even be standing here. If it wasn’t love, the touch of your hand in his wouldn't justify everything he’s done up until now and then some as worth it. He wouldn’t feel like crying at such an innocuous question, wouldn’t clench his jaw and plaster on an easy smile with an indulgent head tilt to sweeten the deal. The princess that rolls off his tongue wouldn’t feel like a match lit in his mouth.
“Where’s this coming from, princess?”
(When you raise your brow at his response, he wonders how long it takes for the lies he lives to become truths. When will it finally become enough?)
You shrug. “Rui and I were talking about it earlier. With how things are looking for me nowadays… I thought it would be a nice thought, y’know? To be soulmates. We wouldn’t have to worry about sad goodbyes or anything.”
You don’t know what he’ll do for you. You’ll never know. You can never know. You can’t know.
He hums.
“That would be nice,” he muses with a soft smile on his face, and it’s a relief when your expression of budding suspicion falls in the face of love. No matter how many lies he may tell, his love for you will never be one of them. The rest are nothing you need to further stress yourself over, no matter how difficult it gets to predict your doubts. “Knowing the trouble you attract, I’m sure our next meeting will be just as interesting as this one was.”
You bristle lightheartedly at the teasing, and he can’t help but let out a real, genuine laugh at it. The brightness of the smile he gets in return makes it worth it.
This is what it’s all for. Everything for this.
One day neither of you will have to worry about soulmates, lifetimes, or goodbyes. He won’t have to lie to you as easily as he breathes, and this burden will no longer be his to carry. But until that day comes, he can take solace in the sound of your laughter and the knowledge that with each failure, your peace comes in a next life of love.
thinking about an angst fic concept of my OC n Taiga.... Taiga getting so injured that it could be fatal and Misha falling over herself to shove enough blood in his mouth to heal him despite FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!!!!!!!! it not being ENOUGH and it's not getting better FAST ENOUGH and DRINK FASTER YOU ASSHOLE!!!! panicking that he might actually die in front of her and why did he always have to be so reckless! even though she KNOWS why. she knows that EXACT brand of carelessness and "fuck it, I have nothing to lose" attitude because she lives it. She knows what it feels like to feel like death is worth it in order to Live. But it's DIFFERENT watching someone ELSE die in front of you.
having to pause to throw up and shaking from her own rapid blood loss and the pain of her stigma because she won't stop even if it's not ENOUGH. it's not ENOUGH. she can stabilize him, she can! (She can't.) Fighting back and baring teeth to anyone who tries to stop her because she's hurting herself, because she won't fucking let Taiga die on her watch no matter WHAT his stupid ass says about nothing mattering. (Insert time loop theory here) Who GIVES a shit about that.
Getting so desperate enough that maybe if she can feed him meat along with the blood, it'll help? If she can play into Taiga's stigma alongside her own... Attempting (and maybe even succeeding) at dismembering/butchering her own body in hopes of shoving it down his stupid throat so his body recovers. She's rapidly falling apart and truly can't take much more herself, but anything for him. Anything. He's the only one who understands....
maybe she succeeds. Maybe he's stabilized enough to heal. Maybe they bond over it and theyre forced to deal with their complicated emotions over what happened. Maybe he doesn't. Maybe he dies and she's left to pick up the pieces, salvaged from her own slow death of sacrifice. To grieve the loss of her love and the scars it's left. Maybe SHE dies and its just as they both always knew in different ways: there was no other way for their stories to end but in tragedy. But at least their tragedy ended together, on their own terms as much as it could be.
(It was all either of them could hope to achieve in the prison of hell they called their lives.)
"do you think we'll be together in every lifetime?"
part 2 of what is now the "in every lifetime" series!! here's Sho as per @mastering-procrastinating's request <3 i wasn't 100% sure how I wanted to end this but I feel like this was punchy and also fulfilling enough to satisfy my desire to have a "complete" scene!
pairing: sho haizono x reader
rating: G
prompt: “do you think we’ll be together in every lifetime?”
tags: established relationship, domestic boyfriend moments <3
Previous // part 2 of the “in every lifetime” series // Next
It takes a moment for Sho to respond to your question. You’re sitting across from him at the kitchen island, watching his hypnotic movements as he works to dice up the onions he’ll be throwing on the pan for your dinner date. It’s clear that it’s not that he hasn’t heard the question so much as that he’s caught up within the task he’s immersed himself in—and that he’s taking answering your question very seriously.
You don’t mind the silence. Sho is usually so casual in his comments and confident in what he’s going to say that whenever he takes a moment to breathe, it is an act of love. He wants his words to be ones that he’s certain you’re deserving of, vulnerable in a way that abandons the cheeky sheen he usually coats them with.
With Sho, this silent intensity is his love.
“Do you want us to be?” is what he finally settles on. The vegetables are sizzling in the background, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was ignoring them. One of his hands is lightly braced against the countertop, and the way he’s gazing at you makes you feel as if nothing else in the world could possibly matter but you. Forget the cooking, forget the gentle ambiance of electricity in the background, forget the knowledge of what you two are and where you’re beholden to. The openness of his expression tells you everything you need to know.
For you? Anything.
You know in the way his eyes crinkle and he huffs out a laugh that he hears your response just as clearly.
you mean to tell me it's NOT canon that he has a praise kink?? That it's possible to want to write him without being all over you telling you how good you are for him and how amazing n beautiful you are???
calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.
ALSO HELLO N WELCOME TO EVERYONE WHO HAS FOLLOWED ME RECENTLY!! I appreciate the shout-out that brought u all here! :3 I am pretty slow at writing but thank u to anyone who sticks around <3 my ask box will always be open for ur delusions or ideas hehe
I initially started the prev fic with the intent to write a short scenario like that for every character lmao but then i realized that is a. lot of characters to write for!! so if u would like to see that prompt w any other characters feel free to lmk! ^_^ prompts like these are good and easy practice
