#possibly triggering content

[boxbeetle-mp3]

oh no looks like I dropped my our flag means death screenshots, oh no what will I ever do

[ceciliablossoms]

Cute scenarios (and not so cute ones) I think about a lot but won't ever write something for because I'm lazy as shit:

If anyone wants to write them please tag me I wanna read it 👉🏼👈🏼

TW: Mentions of Injury, Mentions of NSFW below the cut

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- Owning a tea shop in Liyue that Zhongli frequents where you make your special blends. You're head over heels for the man so his lack of mora never bothers you when he forgets. (He's getting better about it though. ✨ Progress ✨)

- Being a herbalist and stumbling across Qiqi when she's lost again. You help escort her back only for Baizhu to take an interest. Eventually, after several other run-ins (from escorting Qiqi again to assisting in the herb hunting, etc.) he offers you a job at Bubu Pharmacy. You accept. Slow-burning mutual pining occurs 💖💖

- Coming back to Mondstadt after a long ass trip and going to the Angel's Share to try to hunt some of your friends down. You walk in to see Diluc almost kicking Venti out until he can pay his tab after he's gone a while without paying it. You, noting that neither man has changed at all offer to front Venti's tab since you made quite a bit of Mora on your travels. Could go either way. Diluc or Venti (or hell both if you're feeling poly) being surprised to see you've returned. Could lead to vibing in the tavern with Diluc 🍷 or going out for a night on the town with Venti (expect to be serenaded) 🎶

- Picnic date with Ganyu! She's been working hard again! The moment she has any ounce of free time you usher her out the door, basket in hand and set up a small picnic on the outskirts of the Harbour! 🍚

- Jean borderline making herself ill again from the exhaustion of overworking herself. You drag her out of the office and take her to your home. SPA DAY!! You give her a facial and run her a warm bath. While she's napping 💤 you run all her errands for her and pick up dinner on the way back. When you get back you gently shake her awake and then you eat and cuddle.

- Being a doctor and getting ambushed while travelling from Mondstadt to Liyue by a massive group of hilichurls. Your abilities from your vision are meant for healing so you're not the most adept when it comes to combat. You manage to fight most of them off healing yourself the best you could while getting overwhelmed only to get clobbered by the few that remained. Aether or Lumine (depending on your preference) comes to your aid. You're in and out of consciousness due to a profusely bleeding head injury, but you remain aware enough to direct them to your bag. It's full of various herbs, medicines, and salves. You weakly grab a tin of salve before falling fully unconscious. The traveller carries you to Wangshu Inn and takes care of you until you wake up and maybe escort you to your destination. A relationship blossoms from there and you eventually join the journey to hunt down the other's sibling.🌿

- Wearing something revealing on a date with Tartaglia. Doing things that should be done in the bedroom in public because he's a horndog and nobody can change my mind

- Touching yourself in the shower only for Kaeya to walk in and shamelessly offer you assistance

- Albedo working on outdoor experiments in a storm. He refuses to call it quits until he's made to. Cuddles lead to a heated make-out session which continues to evolve into more

[kuroharada]

Can I request a Yandere rock fic, I'm curious? I'm not good with English sorry :]

PS: I mean the ice cream

( Your english is fine, no worries! Unfortunately, fic requests are not open right now, but I will give you some imagines! I apologize for the inconvenience! )

FUNAMUSEA

ROCK

He tends to show you his humanoid form a lot more often than he normally would, taking extra care to comb his feathers in an attempt to impress you. One way or another, he feels he is going to succeed in this endeavor. He's going to make you love him as suddenly as he fell for you, as much as he loves you now to boot. Unfortunately, he's very aggressive and on the unpleasant side to be around.

First off, expect him to literally feel like he possesses you. He's drunk a lot, so he tends to not watch his mouth (as if he did that sober), and his bad moods tend to turn into a problem for you as well. He accuses you of flirting with other people all the time, of being "unfaithful" to the relationship he has built up in his mind, regardless of whether or not it actually exists. It isn't that he wants to or means to be this way to you - the beer does a lot of the talking for him.

Whenever Idate comes around to tease you, he practically blows up. He seems to get violently angry whenever the orca comes around your general vicinity, claiming that he will absolutely destroy (or murder) anyone that dares to mean you (or your relationship with him) any sort of harm. It's tragic to say, but sometimes he gets so drunk that this rage spreads in your direction. He always tells you he didn't mean it. He always tells you he's sorry, and that he loves you more than anything in the world. He just wishes you were as good to him as he is to you.

[floofy-magician]

Hey Asra, would you mind sharing some advice as to what someone can do when they feel really down? Like, "giving up on life" down? (You don't actually have to answer if you feel this is too triggering a question to answer/post) - Kev

Hey Kev, I'm so sorry to hear that you're going through this, all of my heart goes out to you. The very first thing I would say is to try to reach out and get help, maybe therapy of some kind if that's possible. If not there are several excellent mental health lines too, I think there's even one that's just texting as well if calling is too much.

The next thing I'd suggest is try to be gentle on yourself, treat yourself like an injured baby bird, or rabbit, your choice really. Just so long as you keep in mind that you're healing, even on the worst days.

There's nothing wrong with the only thing you did in day was to survive it, to me that's the most important thing.

Please, please remember that you are loved, and if you can't think of anyone remember that I do. You are wanted here.

If it's possible for you to sit outside for a while, perhaps somewhere you could look at the trees or the sky, and just take note of what you see. Try to track one thing for each sense if possible. If it's sight, try to think about how the color feels, or what you associate with it, what other things you like are that color and so on.

Maybe try starting a new podcast or audio book, if you're more of an audio than visual person.

If you're more hands on, then I'd recommend trying making little paper stars (wikihow link) they're a fairly simple and fun thing that makes an excellent distraction.

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Journaling, as cliche as it is, is actually a really helpful thing to get thoughts out of your head in a safe way, it doesn't just have be words either, you could add a little doodle or any other thing. Think your entry needs some sparkle? Let's get the glitter! You get it, there's a lot of options, with journaling and other things as well.

((I hope that this was at least a little helpful, if you want other suggestions or just to talk you can send an ask or you can message me if you prefer that too. Please don't let yourself suffer in silence. I hope things start looking up for you soon, -sincerely, Selene))

((I would like to add that I can think of suggestions but I'm not a health professional and can't officially tell you definitive things, I can only tell you what I know. But I know that nobody deserves to feel this way, and I'm wishing the best for you))

[kuroharada]

Yandere Muzan?

( Two words I had hoped I would see together! )

DEMON SLAYER

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

Oh boy, let me tell you right off the bat that you are in for a very bad time. If he’s taken enough of an interest in you that he’d go so far as to say he loves you, you’re in big trouble. Naturally, he’s going to make you into a demon so he’ll be able to keep you by his side forever. His idea of “keeping you by his side” is keeping you in an actual cage sometimes. At any given point in time, he is watching you closer than he has ever watched anyone. He’s not only branded you, but he keeps you in something reminiscent of an actual collar. You are never to leave his side unless he has instructed you to remain in one area while he is away, and even then he is watching you. You should know better than to even attempt to disobey him.

He treats you like you’re his pet, never really anything more than that. You aren’t his equal, you’re his belonging, and nothing is going to happen to you to change that. Your life with him is never going to end and you should be grateful for that. Really, you should be praising him constantly, and he demands that you proclaim your love for him regardless of whether or not it exists in your heart. You have to love him back, right? You don’t have a choice. If you refuse, he’s going to hurt you big time. He will absolutely use torture as a method of keeping you under his control without hesitation or remorse. You need to learn to respect your master and he is going to teach you every lesson you need to know as slowly as he needs to.

He sees you as a means of gaining pleasure in some way or another and doesn’t pay any attention to the things you feel or think. You are what he tells you to be and you do not have permission to be anything else. You will be his perfect little pet or you will face the consequences of your actions - typically great, intense pain and incredibly harsh words. He’s going to crush you and any fighting spirit or will to resist you may possibly have. You will be perfect. You will be tamed. You will be his.

[kuroharada]

For the fic thing can we get Muzan punishing his S/O for being disobedient and acting up? Can be NSFW if you want...

I was hoping there would be a request for some Muzan! The devil himself is probably in love with this man, so you can bet that I am! I did struggle a little bit with this one, so I hope it’s okay!

GENERAL WARNING: There is going to be plenty of violence, but nothing NSFW.

BONUS: The song I listened to while I was writing this!

DEMON SLAYER

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

The first thing you learned about this man: It really didn’t take much to upset him. Every time you made even the slightest mistake, he would waste no time “correcting” you. Typically this came as a harsh strike to the face - a large gash that took its time to heal up. “Mercy” didn’t seem to be a part of his vocabulary and he was always cold as ice despite declaring that he held love for you on a regular basis. You would have given anything to never hear him utter those words again, but you had no say in the matter. You hadn’t made the choice to be here, he had made the choice to bring you here. You were never allowed freedom of any kind, and you never would be. Not like when you were still human.

So when you spoke up in protest of his order to his subordinates to kill your old peers, it came as no surprise that he simply looked at you with rage in his eyes and sent the other demons on their way. You couldn’t help trembling as he stared at you in silence. It was almost more terrifying when he said nothing than when he was demanding things from you.

“You interrupted me,” he finally said. “Explain.”

Eyes like pinwheels - spinning with deep fury - he awaited your response. Whether you said something or not, you were in for it. The silence was horrifying, the sound of your blood pumping through your veins positively deafening in your ears. There was no right answer, you had come to know. You had done something unforgivable in going against him, it didn’t matter how minuscule the offense.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

“Are you afraid?”

You were petrified by his gaze, held in place by the fear of being bisected again, a fear he had been all too willing to introduce in you. You knew that no matter what was to come, you wouldn’t be enjoying the next few hours. Not that you were ever allowed the luxury of “enjoying” things anymore. He seemed determined to control everything he possibly could, and that was just what he did. You stopped being a “person” the moment he took an interest in you.

Your silence fueled something in him.

“I give you the opportunity to speak your piece,” his tone never changed, “And you give me silence in return?”

“I’m sorry...”

Accompanied by a horrid burning sensation and the smell of blood was the realization that he had just torn your throat out. You heard yourself make a strange, desperate gurgling sound and saw him lick the blood from his fingertips. You could never tell what you saw reflected in his eyes, but your mind immediately jumped to the word “hungry” this time.

“Is that all you can say? How many times do we have to play this game before you learn your lesson?”

The wounds on your throat had almost closed up, your chest soaked in blood, but now your arm was missing. You heard yourself scream when the pain finally hit you. He held the missing piece by the wrist, simply looking down at you as a mouth on his chest disposed of it before disappearing as if it had never been there in the first place. He observed carefully, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he listened to your pained gasps and whimpers. It would grow back in a matter of time, of course, but he was content knowing that it would take a somewhat considerable amount of time to do so.

“Forgive me!” You heard yourself cry out before you could bite your tongue, “Forgive me!”

“Are you trying to give me an order?”

“N-no!”

He said nothing as he drank in your suffering, and then he was behind you. Before you had a chance to react, he had pulled you to your feet and held you in place by your remaining arm. You could feel his chest against your shoulder and you could hear his breathing quicken ever so slightly. He ran his nails up your arm and along your chest before closing his fingers around your neck, forcing your head back as he brought his nose to the angle of your neck, grazing your flesh with his lips. You could feel him watching your involuntary reactions closely. You didn’t dare to move, afraid that he might tear out your throat again, or take the other arm if you weren’t careful enough.

“You’re so easy to read. Tell me, do you fear me?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to voluntarily speak, so you nodded your head.

“Pitiful.”

He wanted you to be afraid of him. He told you that was how you were supposed to feel, that it’s how your love for him should manifest. He wanted you to worship and revere him as you would a God, seeing as that was what he was in your new world. He had made you into a monster, forever imprisoning you in a life of his design. It had been so long since you had seen even the stars, and you had come to wonder whether their existence would ever matter again. You longed to see something other than these twisted walls and his cold face. Someone that wasn’t his direct subordinate. His scent was ingrained in your mind and you had long since given up on searching for any others. You had given up on searching for anything that you could consider “pleasant” in all of this.

You felt him pull back just a little, and then swiftly sink his fangs deep into your shoulder. Unable to hold back a scream, your body attempted to wrench itself from his grasp unsuccessfully. He held you in place easily as he began to gnaw at your flesh. You felt his teeth tearing the sensitive tissue to shreds and heard him give a satisfied chuckle. When his teeth cracked bone, he quickly threw his head back, tearing a large chunk out of your shoulder. He always made sure it would heal, but it took a great toll on what was left of your sanity to have him devour pieces of your body so often as he did. You came to dread it growing back in the fear that he would simply take it away again.

Your arm had returned, and he quickly took it by the wrist when you subconsciously attempted to claw at his fingers, still wrapped tightly around your neck. He was a beast, but he was almost never beastly. This was something you had grown to be grateful for, though you sometimes wished he would just finish you off when he tore your body apart so casually.

Upon being released, you immediately fell to the floor and curled in on yourself, unable to bring your hand to touch the fresh wounds as you felt them slowly heal, the sensation being something like squirming maggots.

He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked down at you.

“You truly are pathetic. You crave death like a starving dog, I can see it in your eyes. You’re ungrateful, disobedient. Are you sorry now, too? Are you suffering enough to remember your place?”

Suddenly, his hands slammed down on either side of your head and you were met with a horrible, spiteful smile directly above you. You would never grow used to displays of emotion from him, joy being the one you dreaded the most. When he smiled, he was watching you bleed and cower before him. You supposed he was right about your weakness, but you wondered who would behave differently if they were in your situation. He wiped tears from your cheek with his thumb, holding your face in his hand as he gazed deep into your eyes for any sign of the fire you had shown when you spoke against him.

“Beautiful...”

It was so easy to forget that he “loved” you - he never gave any sign to indicate anything other than animosity. He didn’t bother hoping for you to reciprocate. He never had to “hope” for anything. In fact, it seemed he was glad that you were so afraid of him. He held the firm belief that that’s how it was supposed to be. If you were afraid of him, you would behave, and if you behaved, you would be perfect, and if you were perfect, you wouldn’t experience such intense pain. That being said, he expected you to love him, of course. It wasn’t an option, it was a demand. He was perfection incarnate, so your unconditional love was no question.

“Have you given in? Are you going to submit? I can see the defeat in your eyes. You should be thanking me for showering you in my attention.”

You had no choice, so you gave a weak, “Thank you...”

He looked content, pulling back to stand as he pulled you to your feet, taking you into his chest and resting his hand on your shoulder where the missing piece had grown back. In stark contrast to his previous demeanor, his face looked soft and gentle. You wished you didn’t find that comforting, knowing full well that it was entirely false. When he wasn’t hurting you, he was pretending you had a perfect life together and expected you to follow along.

“You must be hungry, hm? Just wasting away... Come, why don’t we spend the rest of the night together? I brought you a treat.”

With that familiar note sounding off, you turned to see what he was talking about, your eyes widening with an audible gasp. 

The “treat” he had brought you was one of your old friends.

He smiled down at you coldly.

“Dig in.”