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[merakiui]

yeah it’s over with these. who is casting what spell on darling

OMG THESE ARE INSANE!!! 👁 👁 the descriptions for each one,,, too many ideas and so much potential. AAAAA where do I even begin!!!! Your yan would have a field day casting these spells on you and and watching their effects on you. >:D

[merakiui]

skully with a step sister that gets stuck under the bed reaching for something? orz

👁 👁 imagine a dynamic where Skully doesn't really like you because your ideas about certain things don't line up with his at all!!! >_< not only just your thoughts on Halloween but also on romance. Maybe you sleep around a lot, but your virgin stepbrother is saving himself for his "one true love." Maybe the two of you are prone to bickering at times,,, it's not exactly a severe hatred. You tolerate each other when you need to.

Aaaaa but Skully can't truly dislike you, especially not when you're the only girl he talks to. OTL in a way, even with your differing opinions, you're the only one who understands (tolerates) him and his unique personality. When you're good to each other and get along, you even indulge in the other's hobbies sometimes. Skully likes it when you paint his nails or when you agree to watch TNBC with him. And he'll listen to you rant about your newest fwb or juicy gossip in your class only because it's you and he cares about you. <3 he loves you and would do anything for you even if it doesn't seem like it.

And if you get stuck under the bed..... maybe it's a weekend and you're lazing around in pajamas. It's bad enough you don't wear a bra, so he can always see your nipples poking against of that thin T-shirt of yours. But sometimes you wear shorts that are so short they hug your ass nicely and even give him a peek of your panties if you move a certain way. Waaaaa 🫣 he's so embarrassed. Shouldn't you cover up around boys, especially him? Isn't it bad for him to stare? But he can't help it... even your panties are pretty and he's never seen a real pussy before...... he wonders what yours looks like. >///<

He was not expecting to see your plush ass wiggling helplessly when he stepped into your room after hearing you call out to him. Your hips look so inviting, too. Isn't it bad for him to have these kinds of impure thoughts?? Isn't he supposed to be a gentleman?!?! But how can he when he can see the frill of your panties peeking out from your shorts,,, and he's certain if he pulled them down he'd see the outline of your pussy pressed against the fabric...... he needs to stop thinking RIGHT NOW.

AAAAAA OTL OTL OTL he's trying not to sound embarrassed or seem impolite when he helps you out, but it's a challenge when he can feel the blood rushing to his dick every time you make any movement or noise that seems just a smidge erotic. T_T it's over for him. He's going to lock himself in his room and deal with his issue once you're successfully rescued from that predicament.

[merakiui]

just saw a shitpost about a “breeding visa” for japan’s dangerously low birth rate and it was so jarring that I ran to your blog bc I feel like there’s something there that you could eat up

Omg you're so right,,, even as a meme, there's still lots of potential!!! The concept of a breeding visa paired with that of a language barrier......... your yan visiting from abroad with the breeding visa and being granted the opportunity to choose from a selection of eligible darlings. And you can hardly understand what he's saying. All you know is that now you have to bear this stranger's child in an effort to help with the low birth rate problem, and there's nothing you can do because it's made mandatory by law. >_< perhaps it's something dystopian like in The Handmaid's Tale.

Poor darling who can hardly understand what your yan is saying as he's breeding you full. </3 the Stockholm syndrome potential........ the circumstances are so twisted that inevitably you might find comfort in or even love your captor once you're pregnant and "domesticated."

[merakiui]

meraaa, it’s been awhile! ^^ still always lurking, but it’s my birthday again, so happy two years <3 a great year with you and your writing for the hard times 🥳

HIII!!╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ happiest birthday to you!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉 and also a very happy two years~~ I hope you’ve been doing well and that you’ve had the best birthday ever!! <3

[merakiui]

i feel like we haven’t touched on sugar daddy au’s nearly as much as we should on this blog

NO BECAUSE YOU'RE SO RIGHT!!!! and i'm about to change that. >:)

genshin characters most likely to be sugar daddy/mommy

Childe

Scaramouche

Signora

Dottore

Ayato

Diluc

Kaeya

Ningguang

Zhongli

Yae Miko

Lisa

twst characters most likely to be sugar daddy

AZUL (the twins are a package deal. you become Azul's sugar baby and the twins automatically become part of your life as annoying bodyguards. there's no escaping that. </3)

Riddle

Leona

DIVUS CREWEL

Kalim

Vil

Rook

Idia

Lilia

Malleus

Sam

Mozus Trein

[merakiui]

it’s @oastlv on twt !! this concept with albedo ?? yan albedo creating a perfect darling 😭

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I literally just saw that on twt!!! :O it’s such a big brain concept and the art is so good!

[merakiui]

I’m not sure if you’re watching squid games but squid game au where childe is one of the high ranking guards and he falls in love with reader and tries everything in his power to rig to game in reader’s favor. Bonus points if reader teams up with scaramouche during the games or sum 😭

AAAA I WAS WAITING FOR AN ASK LIKE THIS!!! I recently finished watching it!! It literally destroyed me and I was left with this gaping hole in my heart after certain scenes. T_T Such a tense show with amazing characters… I’m still recovering from everything.

I’m going to ramble about this idea because it’s given me lots of thoughts. Please excuse it if it’s too long. orz

(cw: spoilers for squid game, death/murder, mention of suicide, blood/gore, angst)

I could absolutely see him being a guard!!! He does his job very well and doesn’t even hesitate when he has to eliminate the players until he sees you. You’re surprisingly relaxed when it comes to survival, having gotten all of the panic out of your system beforehand; you do your best to make friendly conversation with the other players so that you’ll at least have some connections. It’s how you meet the cold-hearted, yet quick-witted Scaramouche. It feels like everyone hates him, what with how rude he is—always insulting everyone, talking down to them as if he’s not in debt like the rest of them. When you first try to befriend him, he tells you to get lost. He’s not interested in talking to you or to anyone else here.

You leave him alone. If he wants to be a loner, there’s not much you can do about it. Although you do offer him half of your meal when his is taken by another player and he begrudgingly accepts it, grumbling the whole time that he doesn’t owe you anything. You laugh and tell him not to worry. He ends up saving your skin in the next game and when you point out that he secretly cares he rolls his eyes and tells you to shut up. Childe watches this happen with curious eyes. He was very ready to shoot you; you were so close to being eliminated and yet another player saved you. Maybe there are some people who care.

No, that can’t be. He’s the only one who truly cares.

Scaramouche can’t always be there to look out for you. What if he gets eliminated in one of the games? What if he cracks under the pressure and kills himself? But Childe can be there to protect you. Since he’s a guard, he doesn’t have to worry about being eliminated. As long as he doesn’t reveal his face or make it obvious that he’s helping you, there won’t be any need for suspicion from the lower ranked guards. Maybe you mess up on the dalgona game and he’s the guard who happens to be standing over you when it happens, watching and waiting. It’s the tiniest crack—hardly noticeable unless you’re truly looking. But to the other guards it still counts; you’ve broken the shape.

Oh, the expression on your face is so heartbreaking. You’re terrified. Tears are already falling from your eyes as you drop the candy, hands trembling. Childe stays rooted to his spot, staring at you through his mask. When he doesn’t move to shoot you, you look down at the candy and slowly begin to work on it again, hoping to get the shape out despite the very small crack in it. Is he giving you another chance? What’s going on? You hardly have time to think about that as you work against the clock.

And when you nervously hold the piece up and the speaker announces that you’ve passed, a huge wave of relief washes over you. You’ve never run out of there so fast before, practically bolting like a startled wild animal. Childe looks at the shape you’ve managed to trace out, lying discarded on the ground, and he crushes it under his boot. No one saw it; therefore it didn’t happen.

Since that encounter, you’ve gotten a lot more careful in your approach to things. You haven’t told anyone about that game—not even Scaramouche who gives you a strange look when you return to the dorm, eyes wide and chest heaving as if you’ve just ran for your life; and in a way you have. You keep your mouth shut and continue on with the games.

Let’s talk about that massive fight between the players in the beginning stages of the game, where it was basically everyone for themselves; cull the weak, let the strong survive. Childe is so stressed as he waits behind the doors, listening to the sounds of bloodshed and violence. Lots of screaming and crying. It’s chaos. It’s a bloodbath. It could very well be your resting place. And yet you survive. You and Scaramouche manage to fend off anyone who had it out for you. You’re especially protective of Scaramouche since he was so rude to everyone in the beginning. The two of you walk out of that gruesome fight with some cuts and bruises. Nothing too bad. You can’t say the same for the others, though.

The first thing Childe does when he bursts into the room with the other guards to stop all of the fighting is to look for you. He stands there, ready to open fire should the need arise, his gun pointed at the crowd, and to his relief he sees you among the faces. There’s an ugly cut just under your eye, where someone’s fingernails scratched you, and he feels himself frown under his mask. It seems like Scaramouche also survived. He’s not all that surprised. He’s hard to kill, but it’s not like he’s much of a threat. He’ll slip up eventually.

Omg and the marbles game… </3 You and Scaramouche team up as partners because you’ve come to trust one another and have been doing well in each of the games so far. Childe’s the guard who’s assigned to your team and he watches as the both of you slowly come to the realization that only one person can walk out of this game alive. Just one. Not the both of you. Your faces fall so fast from confidence to horror that it’s almost funny. So this is where the friends must part. How unfortunate.

“There has to be another way,” you’re saying, shaking your head in disbelief. “Right? You said any marbles game, right? Surely we can… We can figure out a way where we can both win? That’s allowed, isn’t it?”

Your expression is invigorating. He wants nothing more than to discard this mask, pull you into his arms, and shower you in affectionate, comforting kisses. A twisted part of him wants to see that expression more often—wants to savor the fear in your eyes and the way you tremble. You’ll feel better after all of this is over. Of course you will. You’ll get all of that money. You’ll win. And once that happens, he’ll finally get to introduce himself properly. You’ll owe him your life. You already do. You have no choice but to accept him.

“Any marbles game,” he tells the both of you in a voice that’s painfully neutral, “as long as one of you is determined to be the winner and the other is eliminated.”

If your spirit hasn’t been broken from the other games, it definitely breaks now. He can see the despair written on your face, can hear the wobble in your tone as you force yourself to stay calm. Scaramouche doesn’t look too good either. His expression is dark and gloomy and he’s just barely holding back frustrated tears. He turns to Childe, opens his mouth with an insult at the ready, and then shuts it with a huff.

“Let’s just play.” He’s not looking at you. He refuses to look at you. “The sooner we start, the quicker we can end this.”

“But—“ You stare at the bag of marbles in your hand. “But there has to be another way.”

“Well, there’s not,” he snaps. “We either play and one of us has a fighting chance, or we don’t play at all and we both die.”

You inhale a shaky breath. For a moment you consider the latter. You’ve had so much fun talking to Scaramouche during mealtimes and at night, when neither of you could sleep and stayed awake in case anyone had any ill intent, and now you have to choose between your life or his. No matter how desperately you wish for an alternative there isn’t one.

“Fine, we’ll play,” you say, and those words burn your tongue. “But…can we talk first?”

He gazes up at the timer, sighs rather loudly, and then nods. And you talk. You talk about all sorts of things: about what your lives are like outside, about what you’d do if you won, about things you’ve always wanted to see and do, about how the both of you would go out for drinks once all of this madness is over. It’s weird because in that moment it feels like you’ve known him forever. Like the two of you are best friends competing for a silly prize in a silly dream. You do your best to make light of the situation. Time dwindles down so fast; it’s as if you blinked and the numbers sped by. Your heart aches because you’ve managed to wring a smile and a tiny laugh out of him and they weren’t sarcastic. They were genuine. He’s shed his many hard, carefully manufactured layers and opened up to you. The two of you are friends. You’re one of the only friends he’s ever wanted to hold onto. One of the only friends he’s ever had.

Childe stands there and witnesses the whole thing, listens in on your conversation and wonders when the two of you are going to focus. The two of you forget he’s there, immersing yourselves in friendly conversation and reminiscing on the past few days.

“I used to think human life was worthless,” Scaramouche tells you as the two of you start a simple game of marbles. No cheats. No hateful feelings towards one another. Just a game between friends. “I used to think people were stupid for doing crazy things when they’re desperate for money. Maybe I’m one of those people.”

“Then we’re both stupid,” you joke. “We’re here, after all.”

Childe was holding his breath during the first few minutes of the game; that is, until he realized Scaramouche was deliberately losing. You’re too busy talking to notice. When he places his final marble in the palm of your hand, you snap out of your daze and reality comes crashing back down on you. The marble feels like heavy lead in your hand. You look over at Childe helplessly. This is a game he can’t get you out of this time. But he doesn’t even have to try. Scaramouche did everything for him.

Childe is generous enough to let you have a final moment with Scaramouche. You stare at him with glossy eyes before rushing up to him and throwing your arms around him. For once he drops his boundaries and returns the embrace, shoulders sagging.

“You idiot,” you mutter, tears starting to fall. “You let me win.”

“Yeah.” He smiles grimly. “I did.”

Childe stands in front of you once time is up. Your blood freezes as you peer up at him, eyes lingering on the gun in his hand. This is it. It’s over. Scaramouche is going to be eliminated. You can’t watch; you turn away, squeeze your eyes shut, and move to cover your ears. His voice reaches you just before you block him out entirely.

“Hey, stupid.” The faux confidence in his slowly deteriorating voice tears your heart to shreds. There are a million things he could say to you right now—and there are a million he wants to say—but there isn’t any time. “I had fun. Thanks for everything.”

You almost turn around, but the harsh gunshot and the sound of his body hitting the ground keeps you facing forwards. It isn’t until it’s announced that he’s been eliminated that a familiar cold begins to settle into your bones. It stays with you hours after the results of the game have been determined, when you’re back in the dorm, sitting on the bed and staring off into space.

It’s not fair.

You manage to get through the remaining games. With the glass stepping stones and the hint from the Front Man, you’re able to choose a vest that isn’t one of the first few numbers. Childe is beyond relieved when you make it across. There were more than a few close calls than he would’ve liked. But what matters now is that you’re safe. You have a chance. You can win. You will win.

You have to. You’ve come so far and he’s waited with bated breath each day, doing all that he can to watch over you like a shadow. He’ll make sure you win no matter what because it’s what he’s been doing since the moment he laid eyes on you. So when it’s time for the final game, he hopes you’ll give it everything you’ve got.

[merakiui]

mera!!! it just occurred to me that my birthday is next week and it dawned on me that I’ve been following your blog for over a year now and kept up with it every night. i remember telling you last year that I had covid for my birthday and it kinda just hit me.

this may sound a little dumb but your blog got me through a few rough times over the year and I’m glad it became one of the things on my nightly routine. even when you got more into twst, i just looked up all the characters to know what they looked like and took all your writing as canon LMAOO. made me realize that i was more or less invested in your writing than the content.

sooo yeah, cheers to me for not getting covid and cheers to our one year LOL

Omg happy early birthday!!!!! And one year wow!!!!! The time went by so fast aaaa!!!! I’m happy to know you don’t have covid this year! I remember I welcomed 2022 with covid… orz it was not a fun experience.

But I’m really glad to know my blog could help you through rough times!╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ thank you for always sticking around and making the blog part of your nightly routine. I’m so flattered you would catch up with my writing, even with the content you were unfamiliar with. (taking the twst writings as canon is so fun because it essentially means Azul and his breeding kink are canon according to merakiui blog LOL) but knowing you’re interested in my writing regardless of the content!!!! I’m honored!! Thank you so much!!!!

Very big cheers to no covid and for our one year!!!! I hope there will be many more years to come (and that each is devoid of covid lol)!! 🎉

I also received your other ask about whether I had watched classroom of the elite! I haven’t seen it yet, but I do plan to watch it. It looks really interesting!! 👀