You can call me Ruth, (He/She), Fluid, 19 <3
writing yandere drabbles about my fixations
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First and for most this is a Yandere blog which will contain dark content. I will put warnings above each of my posts that contain sensitive content. Your responsible for what you read and search up so don’t come after me for what I choose to write. Everything that I write is pure fiction about fictional characters and I do not support any of their actions in real life!
Though this blog will not write anything that has to do with discrimination against POC, different religions, the LGBTQIA+ community, Incest of any kind, scat, DDLG, Daddy/mommy kink, All of the characters will be of legal ages (for Tokyo revengers its in the present day timeskips), anything that has to do with pregnancy(baby trapping, babies just in general), or Yandere!Reader.
I will die on this hill but Trey's tart from the Heartslabyul rhythmic is the most terrifying thing I have every seen, I would never even attempt to eat it, I don't know what it is or where it came from but I get diabetes just looking at it. It's like you accidentally smashed your grandma's most valuable vase and now she takes revenge by serving you a Mount Everest of sugar, chestnuts and flour, baked in the fires of hell and filled with pure spite and the urge to make you lose faith in god and the good in humanity. When you cut the top of the tart open you stare into a bottomless hole and if you stare long enough, whatever is sealed in there with the mountain of cream and chestnuts on top of it will stretch its wobbly hands out to grab your head and pull you face-first into Satan's favorite fever dream, the last thing you hear is it screeching "I await another sacrifice by next full moon, Trey Clover". And there's so much chestnut cream around it too. It's like Deuce asked Trey "How much chestnut cream should I put around the tart?" and Trey said "YeS, aLL of IT" in a deep distorted voice while dancing around a burning trash can and laughing diabolically. This tart is the real reason Riddle overblots. Thoughts and prayers to whoever gets Trey as their presenter for the Union birthday because imagine you get that thing smashed into your face. You won't know where the tart ends and your skin begins. It's like you became one with the tart. Trey has effectively fused your soul with the eldritch creature he sealed in there and it is going to use your body as a vessel. You are one with the chestnut god now.
Look at this thing and tell me this wasn't birthed by Sam's friends on the other side or escaped from Styx. I always told you guys Trey is sus. If we're not from this world that thing isn't either. If you look at it for too long you can hear it speak to you.
Yoooo, ima be revamping a few things on my blog in the following days. Kinda been getting into the habit of writing again and all with trying to keep this blog alive. I already have four ish fics that I’ve been writing and I hope to at least have one of them done soon. Also I’ll be writing for yandere twisted wonderland, Genshin, and maybe Tokyo Revengers (idk that Izana snippet got me back into the fandom). Might be more twst than the others but I’m trying to expand what characters I write for. Requests probably won’t be open for a while but I do hope to open them back up once school lessens up on me.
the fics I’m currently working on- no titles just yet-
– Summary: When you commit a crime, you receive a punishment. This is especially true in your society. No matter the crime, your punishment is the same: banishment. But to where you will be sent in exile and how miserable will it be? No one knows, because no one has ever returned.
– Warning: Yes, this is a yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.
– Note: Decided to try a new type of look with the formatting here, thought it would be a good opportunity since I used the original formatting I usually use with the original announcement post. Okay, so, here is one of currently three and what will eventually be seven results from my damnation project, which I’ll link below. Lots of content for y’all. I wanted to put all three results in one post, but that would be so annoying for readers because the post would end up ridiculously long. Which is why I opted to separate the results. Anyways, I’m also posting these here for those who do not want to take my quiz (please try it, I worked hard on it!) or just can’t get the result they want from it. So, here it is.
– Pages: 42
– Not satisfied? Try looking here for the quiz to take it yourself and see where you end up banished!
this is kinda my overview on how Weapons and ArchonWeapons work in this universe. It’s really me rambling lol. This is mainly for my Zhongli x WeaponReader headcanons I plan to make sometime in the future- this might change in the future as I’m trying to finalize my outline for the au and what I want to be concrete and what to be ambiguous.
_Weapons_
How weapons work doesnt really change that much. A Weapon can transform a part of their body into their blade to fight, so they’re not defenseless on their own; it’s just more convenient to work with a meister. Even as a weapon, you can still talk and make yourself seen if you have a blade, this doesn’t change in the au.
However, while a Meister CAN get a vision, they can only use it on the Weapon if they share a strong bond. Usually, a mutual goal or an unrivaled motive/feeling with the W weapon. It’ll feel like they’re becoming one as a weapon and meister. Meister and Weapon relationships are not necessarily physical but sealed by a mutual contract.
Weapons are more sought after than any regualr weapons because of the soul possessingthem, strengthening and being able to accomplish what a normal weapon couldn’t and the fact that a Weapon can’t be recreated and is unique to the pesona. Though meisters get more attention in these societies than their partners, that’s where ArchonWeapons come in.
_Archon Weapons_
Weapons can’t get a vision in the usual sense, only getting a vision when they’re chosen to become an Archon’s Weapon. Now, this doesn’t specifically mean that they’re tied physically to the Archon, but it’s an unwavering contract that if you are called to be used, you go without falter. Usually, only natives of a country could become their Archon's weapon.
An ArchonWeaon is a kind of like the Archon's personal soldier in some cases, being able to manifest their whole weapon without taking up a piece of their arm. This has gone out of date in present times of peace, but Archons still have a small court of ArchonWeapons that are located closer to them (the word harem can be used to describe them). Also meisters can use ArchonWeapons if their partner becomes one, it’s not like they disappear. It’s one a select few that are chosen that get to stay close to their specific Archon.
When an ArchonsWeapon’s moral life comes to a close, they will resort to their weapon form until they are broken. When this happens the persons soul is still present in the weapon (trapped in a way) but is no longer concious.
Usually, Weapons that are closer to the Archon can be summoned at will.*During the Archon’s War
An ArchonWeapon being summoned for another damn battle: “Aw shit, here we go again.”
Ei’s personal selected weapons would be in a section of her court. Zhongli’s weapons would probably band together to start a witch hunt on childe for ‘assassinating’ their god, but then Zhongli just shows up and is all like, “yo, I quit lol.”
In the Weapon form, they will be tinted the element color with the Archon's name being marked into them (If you were Ei’s katana, you would have her name on the base of your blade where traditionally your family name would be). In human form, they appear to have a normal conventional vision, but in weapon form, they have the vision attached to a part of them.
A marking appears on the W weapons back when they become an ArchonsWeapon. The symbol for the Archons element on their nape, along with markings along their back, represents said archon. -
-Venti’s ArchonsWeapon’s back would be littered with teal light swirls, making out wings and wind around them.
-Zhongli’s would be defined as bronze lines, emphasizing their muscles. A dragon representing Morax in the center of their back, curling around whatever weapon they were.
( Zhongi’s adepti would use his ArchonWeapons. Ex Ganyu and Xiao )
-Ei’s would be jagged violet lines falling downwards, an eye between your shoulder blades, and a few traditional flowers forming along your spine.
For delusions being used on Weapons grants them the same markings as a regular ArchonWeapon, but the markings themselves are forcibly carved into the body of whoever was using a delusion. It’s not impossible to use a delusion as a weapon it’s usually a very taxing and painful process, most of the people who use them either are forced to bear it.
Note: I’m trying to explore my SoulEaterXGenshin AU with this headcanon/fic. Sorry that it got kinda sloppy at the end!! I’ll probably publish my overview of the au sometime but I keep on adding to it with many big-brain ideas. I’ll be opening requests for the au or just suggestions or questions about it! The next character I’ll be exploring will be Zhongli because I’ve been basing all my Archon headcanons with him, so it’ll be the easiest to write for! Also, I wrote this with Y/N being a chain spear weapon but it’s only brought up once, so g/n weapon?
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: semi-detailed gore (mostly just blood), nonmajor character death, unhealthy dynamic, and relationship, Mentions of heavy violence, Childe just being a menace <;/3
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The tales from the few delusion weapons that have worked with Childe tell of the many bloodbaths they’ve witnessed. Stories ranging from how he laughed as an enemy begged for mercy before reveling in the final blow to the wet sounds of the blood splashing underneath his shoes following where ever he went. But you could never guess that the man who killed hundreds of Meisters and weapons with only his vision and delusion was the same with the ever-so-charming laugh and showed the utmost kindness to his family. The complete 180 in personality from a cold-blooded murderer to a charming young man could give anyone whiplash. Childe has never sought to make a contract with a weapon himself, only ever using his vision, which changed upon meeting you.
He first took an interest in you when he was stationed in Lyiue, helping to collect debtors who had been causing issues for the Fatui. This client has been failing to repay the loan they took from the Northland Bank for a few months, so it was up to him to step in where his lackeys failed. But what he didn’t expect was for you to step between him and your friend. You’ve known of Fatui’s methods of collecting a debt; many people ‘suddenly go missing’ after getting behind on their payments. So when you saw your meister being cornered by one of them, you couldn’t just stand aside. Pleading, begging almost, that you would get the money to repay them, you just needed more time.
He admired your will to be able to stand up to a harbinger. The wildfire that lit up your eyes caused his pulse to skip a beat, like the adrenaline rush from battle. That was the day your ‘love’ story began.
His interest in you only grew the longer he watched you. How do you take up various jobs around Liuye to help your friend with their due debts? He was thrilled beyond belief when he watched you help clear out some hillcurlers bothering an elderly couple on the outskirts of town. The question of if he would ever make a contract with a weapon came back to him as he saw your arm shift into a chain spear. You moved akin to a dance, moving your body to the rhythm of your attacks, doing quick work of the hillcurlers. He was so fixated on you that he didn’t even notice how he had started to shake in anticipation and a growing beaming smile that uncannily stretched his face.
After his little watching session, he researched everything about you that he could find, memorizing the tiniest details from your favorite flower to your preferred sleeping position. He even went as far as to show up unexpectedly by you, revealing how your body went stiff. He’d try his charms on you, mixing flirtatious remarks with the ever-so-present time limit until the debt was due. He was quickly becoming somewhat of an acquaintance, much to your disappointment. But what he didn’t think of (or want) was finding out that the friend he initially came to get debt from was your meister. He’d show at night when your returning from a job, taking advantage of your worn-out self to try and plant seeds of doubt in your mind about how you are so much better than your current meister. It didn’t matter whatever relationship you had with this person; the only thing that mattered was that they were in his way of making you his.
The cool night air served as a sort of tranquility that you could lose yourself in any day. That is if there wasn’t a menace walking beside you, serving as a walking reminder of the approaching due date for the mora. You had lost interest in whatever he was talking about, being too exhausted from clearing out monsters for the past few hours to care. You didn’t need to be nagged and taunted by some harbinger who took it upon himself to annoy you daily.
Your autopilot walking was interrupted when the ginger abruptly stepped in front of you, leaning down to be at eye level with you. “I don’t get it, really,” he began, staring at you as if he could look into your soul for an answer, “ Why do you even stay with that meister? You’re practically being held back by them. You need someone more...experienced than them!” He chuckled, seeing you glare at him, trying to sidestep around him, but he got in front of you again. Being so close to his face, you could see his eyes' hollowness that you didn’t notice before. “Someone like me.” With how quickly he changed, he returned to the annoying carefree Childe you were used to—laughing at how you looked like you saw a ghost.
The rest of the walk had a heavy air as his words echoed in your head.
When the extended time limit came, you and your meister brought the exact amount to the Northland bank where childe was uncharacteristically quiet when the sack of mora was laid out in front of him. You can feel as if time had stopped when Childe presents that while you had gotten the payment for the loan, it had increased in the extended time he gave you. But he is not anything but generous and offers a compromise, saying he’ll erase all of your meisters debt if you agree to unify your contract with them and, in return, make one with him♡.
You’re both stunned and bewildered by his proposal. However, from how a sly smile creeps up on his face, you know he means every word. The audacity of the man in front of you. He so casually dehumanized you into a simple object that could be traded in a contract. Thankfully you and your meister both rejected his proposal, asking if there was anything else.
He pretended to ponder the idea before stating that there was a way to settle this fairly, practically eating up your full undivided attention on him. He would challenge your meister to a duel, hardly hiding the fact that this was his plan. The vision at his hip pulsing to life as your meister begrudgingly accepted. You could only watch as the gruesome match began. You wanted to look away so many times as the screams of your now late meister rang through the air.
You didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face as Childe walked to you, his prize. Staring down at you with those soulless eyes looked down at your crouched figure. He took off his bloodied glove and brushed your tears off as he cradled your cheek. Tilting your face upwards to meet his gaze, “I look forward to our newly formed contract (first)!” beaming a smile that didn’t match his void-like eyes.
Childe would make you his right hand in the Fatui, taking you away from Lyiue to his home in Snezhnaya. He doesn’t need to chain you down when your contract does it for him, detailing your obedience to stay by his side. He takes pride in wielding your weapon form, proving that he is better than your old partner. That you should be thankful, he decided to help bring out your true potential, only under him, of course. You’ve taken to just trying to block out all the cries and screams of the people victim to the harbinger, though you haven’t been able to wash the iron smell from you for months now.
New rumors of the infamous 11th Harbinger started circling through the low-ranking members and weapons in the Fatui. Tales of how where ever he fought, there would only be him and his weapon standing victor in the end. Dancing in a blood-filled ballroom, the red floor reflecting the sinful dance like a mirror—capturing how his hands tighten around your hand and waist, pulling you along to his rhythm—a mere victim to the beat of his war drum.
I’ve been swept up in the genshin fandom as of late so I’m probably going to start writing for a SoulEater x Genshin cross over. I’ll probably release headcanons for it later since I’ve been having some serious brain rots about it.
I’m still going to be writing for Tokyo Revengers but it’s going to be on the back burner for now! Also I’ve been trying to improve my writing so hopefully there’s some improvements! Also school has started back up for me so I’m most likely going to be slow with these updates!
The most chill because of all the times he’s had to take care of either of his sisters when they were sick. He’s kinda almost too calm and somewhat happy that you’re sick. Since he knows that it’s nothing life threatening and that he knows how to care for you, it’s almost easier for him that you’re sick. He will move you into his work studio so that he can watch you and work at the same time. Almost like a win win situation. You’re more compliant and passive when you're sick and he doesn’t have to worry about you running off since you have no energy either.
Nahoya-𖧧
Being an older brother like Ran he knows how to care for a sick person, or at least he knows the basics of what to do and not. Having you sick isn’t ideal like how Mitsuya sees it but he does take advantage of you being fully dependent on him. Having you ask ever so politely for food or even medicine is his go to method, even so if you were being defiant before and ignored him. If you continued to try and act defiant and ignored him he would just go to the grocery store without telling you. Having you feel how helpless you are without him only for him to sweep back and help you. Bastard.
Hakkai- 𖧧
He panics whenever your temperature continues to rise! He has Mitsuya on the phone 24/7 giving him instructions to help and initially calms Hakkai down when he takes your temperature and discovers that you have a fever. You’re practically bedridden by him and he cares for your every need in hopes that it’ll hurry your recovery. Now this can be the ideal moment to try and run away if you can trick Hakkai into thinking you’re sick since he will get anything you want, even if he needs to leave the house for a long time. But it’s more of a double sword since he’ll be more attentive of you and practically be breathing down your throat, watching you like a hawk.
Ran-𖧧
He almost always babies you whenever you fall ill. With being the oldest and presumably having neglectful parents, the responsibility of caring for him and Rin so he knows what medicine to give you and how to properly take care of you. He’ll basically keep you in his room for the time you're sick and cover you with his blankets trying to get you as comfortable as possible. Also he’ll have a talk with Rin about having no parties at the house for a bit. Rin’s a little understanding of his demands because he’s gotten somewhat protective of his older brother’s victim partner. Though even when you eventually recover from your sickness Ran is oddly persistent in making you stay in his room. Saying it’s for the best and that he knows what’s good for you!
Warning: threats of Reader’s death, hint of noncon/ punishment at end but not written, suggestive, unwanted touches by both Haitani brother’s, Reader is tied and has a dick
Note: Male!Reader needs more love!
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Imagine leaning back against Ran’s broad chest as he rests against the luxurious king-sized bed headboard. The large penthouse room is pitch black; only the city lights below illuminate the room. The two overly expensive cologne scents fill your senses, almost making you feel like you’re drowning in the smell alone. Your hands are tied above you, making room for Ran to rest his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. You try to pull at your restraints to free yourself, but Rindou’s hand on your hip keeps you trapped between the two brothers. His other hand moved down from your chest to grab behind your thigh. Lifting it up slightly as he situates himself between your legs. Your opposite leg is pinned down by Rin’s knee, forcing you in this half-spread eagle position as he leans down to pepper kisses along your jaw. Ran only following, licking and sucking at your neck, surely to leave purple marks later.
You should have known better than to try and go up against Bonten, but your boss's orders were for you to sneak in to get location information. God, you were so stupid to try and think you could fly under the Haitani’s radar. Now you were trapped and probably going to be killed, but it seems as if they had a different idea of how to deal with you.
You tried tossing your head to escape their hungry lips but Ran just grabbed your neck. Squeezing it hard enough to cut off your airflow, making you quickly compliant with their advances. “There’s a good mouse boy. Did you really think that you would win this game of cat and mouse? Hmm, what do you think, brother?” Ran’s hand grasped your jaw, forcing you to face Rin as he licked his lips. “I think that our little mouse deserves to be punished; this game has gone on far too long. I want my reward already.” Ran’s other hand came to grab at the edge of your shirt, lifting it up slightly to show your stomach to the younger one’s gaze. Eyes that looked like they wanted to devour you whole.
The sudden cold air made you arch your back slightly, quickly going still, feeling Ran’s erection rub under your ass. “Fuck~, I think you’re right, Rin. And I know exactly how I wanna punish them too.” Suddenly the thought of being killed was the least of your concerns. You wanted to say something against them. A last-ditch effort to save your dignity or beg them to just kill you and be done with it. But when you opened your mouth, only a broken moan left your lips as a harsh slap was delivered to your dick. “Seems like our mouse here needs a few extra lessons in obedience. Though, Mikey did say that we could do whatever we wanted with them, yeah? I wanna have some fun~.”
