Hello! I'm Tsuu, and this is my multi-fandom writing + art blog! I plan on posting both 18+ and SFW content (meaning that the characters I write for will be written as if they're 18+ years old OR platonically written), so if you are a minor, please DNI!
My AO3 can be accessed here: AO3
Requests are open, so please ask away! More specific information below:
Tags and a Masterlist are a WIP and will be created as I upload more things.
Current tags: Tsuupicy (18+ content), tsuuper silly (just random thoughts), Tsuuper OCs (OC tag!), Tsuuper Art (art tag), fandoms will be tagged accordingly
Masterlists:
Yantober 2024
Current fandoms:
Pokémon (all regions; human characters)
Twisted Wonderland
Tokyo Debunker
Monster/teratophilia
Yandere (mostly OCs)
There are a few others, but those will be updated as I produce content for them!
I will write:
18+ content
Fluff, angst, the whole shebang (like AUs and stuff!)
Character/reader + OC/reader (can be romantic, platonic, etc.)
Monogamous and poly relationships
GN or AFAB readers (I am not entirely comfortable with writing male readers, especially for smut)
And others, don't be scared to ask (as long as it's not in my "will not write" list!)
I will NOT write:
character/character (unless it's a poly situation)
piss, scat, etc.
pedophilia
When requesting, please specify what you would like! Formats I will write in are:
Short stories (one-shots)
Head canons
Drabbles
If you can, please keep your request somewhat specific, like "Arven x reader, picnic date head canons" rather than just "Arven x reader." HOWEVER, please do not send me paragraphs of information! I think a paragraph or two is fine, but if it exceeds that, I may have some trouble digesting your request.
Also, if possible, please be SPECIFIC about what characters you would like to see. "Any character" or "all characters" is a lot more difficult to do, so please keep that in mind!
Work is a drag – your supervisor expects mountains from you while allowing himself to pick pebbles. He expects you to be there before him and leave after him even though he allows himself to arrive late and leave on time. He expects you to respond to every email and ask questions but ignores emails sent his way. He condescendingly laughs at you and gets annoyed at you making mistakes even though he’s made plenty himself.
In conclusion, you’re about to lose it. Go absolutely bonkers.
Still, you gotta earn money somehow, so…
You really have no choice but to continue onwards.
But seriously, who thought a cycle of work and work and more work was a good idea? You have a few choice words for them. Especially since you’re forced to stay longer than you want to because your stupid supervisor decided to give you work at the last minute, two minutes before you clock out.
By the time you arrive home, you’re dead tired, absolutely unable to keep your eyes open. You tell yourself that you need to get changed, eat dinner, brush your teeth, catch up on your weekly show… but your body is too tired to obey any of that, so it’s lulled into a long, dreamless slumber.
When you come to, you wake up on a gorgeous bed in a gorgeous room. You’re disoriented, absolutely positive that you’re dreaming. But you don’t wake up even after pinching yourself so… this must be real?
Your thoughts are interrupted as the doors to the room open, showcasing a handsome man. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen him on the news somewhere. Probably. Anyway, the point is that he’s handsome.
“Are you feeling all right, Darling?” he asks, voice velvety smooth and deep like dark chocolate.
“I guess?” you say, feeling surprisingly calm. He blinks at you.
“Ah… are you not going to ask where you are…?”
“Oh, right.” You nod. “Where am I?”
“You’re at one of my mansions,” he responds, smoothing out his dress shirt. “I’ve selected the best one, just for you.”
“Oh wow.” Flashes of your dingy one bedroom apartment flash through your head. “That’s great.”
“And of course, you’ll have everything provided for you. If you need anything, just tell me – I can get you everything you desire.”
“That’s amazing,” you respond. “I’m in.”
“Wha–” he looks at you, shocked. “I knew you were in dire financial straits but… aren’t you going to be wary of me, Dear? I mean, I kidnapped you?”
“My guy, the economy is awful, I hate my job, and I really just want to enjoy life for once. I am not complaining.” Shrugging your shoulders, your gaze remains steady on him. “Besides, you’re easy on the eyes.”
A bright red blush splatters itself across his cheeks, forcing him to clear his throat. “W–well, I’m pleased that my appearance is desirable to you.”
“Yup,” you reply, before looking at him curiously. “So like… did you stalk me or something? Put trackers on me?”
“Wha–”
“Well, it kinda seems like you’ve been after me for a while, I guess. Sorry if I’m wrong?”
“Well, no, you’re not… incorrect. But does that not bother you?”
“I mean, social media already has all my info anyway, so…” you hum thoughtfully. “Hm. Anyway. Does kidnapping me mean that you won’t let me go out again? A lot of stories have the guy locking their love interest up.”
He blinks. “I… suppose so…?”
“I don’t entirely mind, but I feel like I’ll probably go nuts if I’m not allowed to go out at all. Can’t we compromise? Like… you can have your trackers on me or have someone follow me around. Actually, why don’t you come along?”
He blinks. “Pardon?”
“I mean, it’s a fair trade, isn’t it? I have friends and family that I gotta see so I don’t go insane, but like, I don’t mind spending most of my time here. And if I do go out, you can just keep track of that. Plus it’s not like I have money or power to actually run or something anyway.” You nod, certain.
“You… you’re certainly rather… receptive to this whole situation.”
“Again, the economy is trash and you’re hot.”
He clears his throat, looking embarrassed. “W–well, it isn’t the worst idea in the world, I suppose. However, the world at large is quite dangerous. You can’t fault me for wanting to keep you locked up. It’s the best way to keep you safe–”
“Oh, I know!” you snap your fingers. “Let’s get married.”
“...Excuse me?”
“I mean, that way you’ll legally be my family. Then you can be with me ‘til death do us apart. Or something.” Satisfied, you nod. “Good idea, don’t you think?”
Gears whir inside his head as he looks at you, completely flabbergasted by your proposal. He’s happy that you seem satisfied with the situation and want to marry him but… but…
“Good idea indeed,” he agrees, fully abandoning any notion of common sense (not that he had much to begin with).
Your willing acceptance of your situation wasn’t what he was expecting, but… who is he to complain?
M5 has always known that his existence is futile. Once he serves his purpose, he’ll be exterminated, unneeded in this world. There’s no room for delusion, for him to even doubt his purpose – not when the scientists handle him like an object, like a test subject, like a means to an end.
At least the tests finish relatively fast as long as he keeps still. Even as the scientists shuffle him around, even as the scientists poke and prod him – M5 keeps still and silent.
Not that it really matters, though. They treat him the same as the other mice in the lab, even if he’s the best behaved. Even as the others scream and cry and bite due to pain, the scientists are unflinching and emotionless. Even as he is so still, so good, so obedient, the scientists are cold and distant.
Truly, his existence is meaningless – that’s all he can think.
But then you come along. You’re the new scientist in the lab, someone whose expression differs greatly from the older scientists. You actually smile. He doesn’t remember when he’s last seen a smile.
And you’re warm. Gentle.
“Hey, I have to draw some blood from you today,” you murmur, hand on his wrist. Your grasp his firm, but it doesn’t hurt – no, it’s rather warm.
He looks back at you, gaze steady. Taking his obedience as an answer, you begin to draw his blood with great skill to the point that it doesn’t even hurt. It’s surprising to him.
“There,” you say once you’re done, tucking the sample away into your coat pocket. “You were so, so good. Thank you for your cooperation.”
Your fingers run through his hair as you pat his head. It’s so nice. It feels so good.
His heart feels like it’s going to burst.
He watches as you leave, eyes glued to your form. When you’re not there, he thinks of you, replaying your visage in his mind. He pats his head, trying to replicate your motions, but he never comes close.
You’re just… so amazing. He’s never seen the sun, but he thinks your smile is what it’d look like. He’s never cared much for conversation, but he wants to hear your voice over and over again. He’s never wanted to be close to someone, but he wants to be near you, wrapped in your arms as he hears your heart beat.
He hates the other scientists’ visits, but he eagerly awaits yours.You’re the only one that makes his heart beat, his cheeks flush. You’re the only one he wants to be with for eternity.
You gave him purpose for his existence. You are the only reason he lives.
Jk, darling wakes up with no problem, buuuuut she doesn't like that he's old now, doesn't like that he's got this weird aura going on (it's called being evil), nitpick everything she doesn't like and eventually, admits she doesn't like him anymore!
"I mean, thanks for reviving me, but I want a divorce."
So this ask plays really well into the "routes" you can take for Thomas if he ever becomes a yandere dating sim ML. The routes are as follows:
Reader remembers Thomas OR is good enough at trickery to make him believe they remember.
Reader doesn't remember Thomas BUT Reader is grateful towards Thomas and willing to learn how to live with him.
Reader is ungrateful towards Thomas/dismissive to him.
1 and 2 would be the "good routes" with 2 being better than 1. In 2, Reader isn't exactly like how Thomas remembers Reader to be, but Thomas loves Reader all the same because people can change and he accepts that. As long as Reader tries, he's satisfied and happy. This is more of a soft yandere route since Thomas would be possessive and stuff over Reader but Reader lives a normal life for the most part.
In 1, Thomas hyperfixates on past Reader, so while it's technically a good ending, Reader kind of has to live in their own shadow. This is also a route where Thomas is super yandere and locks Reader up, ensuring that Reader can't leave the mansion.
And for 3, Thomas has had many failed experimentations. A successful experiment would lead to Reader being cordial with him as a bare MINIMUM. If Reader dislikes Thomas, it means that his experimentation failed, so he'll dispose of the Reader and continue his experiment to revive his love.
Thomas is extremely devoted and delusional, but he's also calculative and pretty cold. If Reader was rude and dismissive to him, he wouldn't really be ruined -- just disappointed that his experiment failed again. He doesn't even need the Reader to be all over him, just being neutral is a success to him.
Once the Reader is rude to him, he doesn't view Reader as his love anymore. Instead, he views rude Reader as another failed experiment and is extremely detached. Though, he'd also feel massively guilty because he doesn't blame Reader for turning out rude -- he blames himself. It's all his fault he couldn't bring back Reader properly, it's his fault the experiment failed. So he'll do what he can to finally, finally succeed.
I find the love god to be both absolutely terrifying and hilarious at the same time. His soulmate comes back as a worm? Build a luxurious terriaum with tons of leaves for them to feast on. Soulmate is now someone's pet golden retriever? Time to steal them off of the family's front lawn and build them a nice dog house away from society. A trout? The God has gone fishing with an industrial fish tank in tow. It'd actually probably be pretty nice....whenever the soulmate isn't human. When human it's just this insane guy randomly showing up and refusing to leave you alone while insisting that he's a god.
Yeah, whenever Reader is reincarnated, Aizono takes really good care of Reader regardless of what form Reader takes! Tbh having a god take care of your every need must be sooo nice lmao
That said, it'd still be nice to have Aizono take care of you when you're human too imo because he wouldn't just assert that he's a god out of nowhere lol
It'd mostly depend on the situation, but in modern times, he'll assimilate into society and try to woo you naturally. Of course, if he can't woo you naturally, he'll just whisk you away to his palace, which might not be as nice but hey, at least you don't have to worry about bills, rent, or groceries!
But yeah, Aizono is the type of guy who's super devoted and usually tries not to be forceful if he doesn't have to be (he's the type of yandere that rather use his brain than brawn).
He'll be careful to make sure you won't be too scared or wary of him and will try to build up a bond between you two naturally. Since he knows you two are bound for eternity, he's not in as much of a rush as other yanderes. Of course, in the backdrop, he'll eliminate any potential suitors (usually by pairing them with someone else, though he's not above disposing of them entirely).
Kidnapping and showing that he's a god is usually lower on his priority list. His priorities lie in making sure you like him/aren't wary of him, like to spend time with him, and rely on him. He prefers manipulating the situation so that you WANT to stay with him.
Tsu what is your ocs reaction to becoming a father
i have way too many OCs to fit into this ask so if there's a specific OC you wanna see, feel free to shoot me an ask :>
That said, I feel like most of my OCs aren't super "I wanna be a dad" generally. If you wanted a baby, though, they'd be willing to since they wanna make you happy!
I do think some OCs may baby trap, but they also have other means to lock Reader up, so baby trapping wouldn't be their first choice (though it may be a possibility).
But from all my OCs, I think the one that would want to be a dad is Thomas, the mad scientist!
After all, procreation is science at the end of the day. PLUS he gets to dote on another human that looks just like you?!?! Of COURSE he's super excited.
Thomas would LOVE being a father because your child is proof of your union + your child has your DNA aka a part of you which means he looooves your child.
He's a little crazy, but he's a devoted husband and a great dad~
Hey, I just found your blog, and I was wondering if we could get more information about the farmer and about the cow bell because I am generally curious
Don't overwork yourself, and make sure to take care of yourself
asdfhjkl; i'm sorry, Anon. Honestly Mason was kiiiinda born out of me wanting a hot famer oc so i dont think there's too much info to give about him lol
But for now, I have it that humans and hybrids (Mason is a cow hybrid) live together peacefully. It wasn't until recently that hybrids obtained the same rights as humans, however, so there are still some underground hybrid slave rings.
Mason was kidnapped at a young age, but was rescued when he was in his teen years. He received a massive settlement and decided to buy a farm because he was lowkey tired of society. This whole situation is also why Mason doesn't like wearing things around his neck.
Anyway, Mason now lives alone and basically teaches himself a lot of stuff to become self-sufficient. However, he's actually really prone to getting lonely. So when the Reader moves in next to him, he's like !!!! COMPANY!!! and ends up really obsessing over the Reader and having the Reader stay with him~
Mason's a soft yandere that can become a scarier yandere depending on the choices you make. If he feels like you're going to leave him, he'll lock you up (+ maybe attach a cowbell). Otherwise, he'll put up a facade so he seems perfectly normal (though he's definitely not).
I LOVE LOVE LOVE your farmer oc. Chefs kiss (^3^)/
I don't know if you've done this already, but that if y/n started to develop a small crush on him? Or at least started hitting on him at some point? :p
(Just wanted to add that everything that you write and draw is so perfect! <3 Have a good day!)
Aw tysm for liking Mason!!! <3
If the Reader started to develop a small crush on him and started hitting on him, he'd flirt right back lol
Mason would be a lot more forward because he sees your flirting as a green signal (plus he'd find you SO cute)! He'd probably ask you out, take you out on a cute picnic date, and you'd probably end up dating very soon.
He's super affectionate and would dote on you a lot! Of course, he's also still yandere so he'll carefully manipulate things behind the scenes so you spend most of your time with him on the farm, but he'd also be reallllly eager to get off the farm to meet your family, just to assert his presence in your life.
(also tysm!! I'm so happy you think so <3 I hope u have a good day as well~)
My pan behind is falling for all your monster ocs.
Gotta catch em all
I need my alurane plant 🪴 pal 😫 if you ok with that
Sorry I am down bad.
i love making monster ocs so this makes me happy to hear teehee
I LOVE alraunes monsters!! I would love to give reader an entire greenhouse of cute alraunes hehe
For now, here's a WIP (design isn't solidified) alraune boy to get the concept down~
You're not entirely sure why you strayed from the forest trail, but before you know it, you're somewhere deep inside the trees, unable to see a way out.
Panic shakes your core as you look around, your surroundings not giving you any insight as to where you are. All the trees look identical to the point that you can't even tell right from left.
You want to cry so badly. Why did you go off the trail?
As you intake a shaky breath, you smell something oh so sweet, oh so delectable. Your tummy grumbles, your mind growing hazy -- why were you so... worried again?
Before you know it, you're walking towards the source of the smell, deeper and deeper into the woods. The deeper you go, the more it feels like the forest is cradling you, thick vines wrapping around your body.
"Human? Human... cute," a voice coos, warmth pressing against you. "Human, mine."
With a purr, the alraune holds you close, nuzzling into you. Your eyes involuntarily close as the sweet scent overtakes your senses, making your mind dazed. It tastes so sweet, so good... it wouldn't hurt to just take a small break, right?
Begging and pleading for more content of that little elf freak 🙏🏻🙏🏻
you're so right, he's a freak lmaooo
so ofc he needs a nsfw continuation!! first part is here for anyone that wants it~
Yandere! Elf (Reol Mahija) x afab! Reader
When Reol had worked on his little secret… experiment involving you, Reol had no idea that you would come to him for help. Oh, but he’s not complaining. On the contrary, the mere thought that you trust him does things to him – it makes heat pool in his belly, makes his fingers tingle.
So of course Reol agrees to help you. How can he refuse you when you look so cute? So sweet?
This does put him in a little predicament, however, but Reol is nothing if not a genius, so it isn’t too hard to find a work around.
He’ll provide you with some false solutions, like drinking chamomile tea before breakfast or wearing certain colors, that seem to work for a bit, before your little issue springs to life again. He’s found that doing this is a lot more satisfying than teasing you every night – you’re both so much more sensitive if he’s left you alone for a week or so.
Plus, he managed to sneak in a little camera the last time you invited him to your room. Now, he can watch you squirm and moan as he uses his pocket pussy to tease your hole open with his long fingers. Your voice is so sweet, your expression is so alluring – oh, how can you tempt him like this?
It’s gotten to the point where this isn’t enough. It’s not enough, not anymore.
So, of course, Reol uses his brain to think of his next plan. It’s foolproof, surely, he thinks as he feels you clench around his fingers as you cum. With a low moan, Reol strokes his cock a few more times, before he spills into his hand, his shoulders shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm. You always feel so good, always so perfect for him. So can you blame him for wanting more?
So, yes, his plan will work. He’ll make sure of it.
“What?” you ask the next day, cheeks hot from Reol’s words. It’s not just the content that has thrown you off guard, but the way he’s said it, too – so blunt and to the point. How is he not embarrassed?!
“As stated, your problem doesn’t seem to be resolving despite the numerous attempts we have made,” he responds, looking calm as he always does. There’s no way for you to know how intensely his heart seems to be beating inside his chest. He thinks he's going to go into cardiac arrest at this rate. “So, it’d be best if I took a look, don’t you agree? It’ll help me better understand your situation.”
“W–well, yeah, I guess, but…” you gulp, looking at the floor, unable to look into his eyes.
“We do not have to do anything you do not wish to.” Reol looks contemplative, though he’s inwardly panicking, desperate for your agreement. “But I have no leads currently, so it’s quite difficult to find more solutions.”
You bite your bottom lip and Reol can only watch you nervously. He’s done what he can to nudge you – it’s your turn to say yes or no.
Finally, after what seems like years, you look at him. “...Okay, yeah, you’re right,” you agree, looking determined despite your embarrassment. “I trust you, Reol.”
Oh. Oh. Reol thinks he can die happy now. You explicitly told him that you trust him? It’s enough to make him want to soar into the skies. But beyond that…
You agreed to his idea. You agreed.
Reol can hardly wait.
But even as impatience makes itself known to Reol, he waits for you as patiently as he can. He waits for you to make yourself comfortable on the Student Council Room’s couch. He waits patiently as you prepare yourself for him to inspect your pussy.
By the time you’re ready, Reol’s cock is already straining against his slacks. He’s grateful that the school robes are loose enough to cover his excitement, but really, can you blame him? When he sees your pretty pussy in person for the first time, Reol swears he’s going to die. He’s going to die, but he’ll die happy.
Despite wanting to do nothing but make you melt under his touch, he’s careful with his movements. Gently, he places a hand on your thigh as he slots himself between your legs.
“Are you ready?” he asks, looking up at you.
“Yeah,” you whisper, body feeling hot.
“Don’t worry.” He kisses your inner thigh lightly, throat bobbing at the sight of your cunt – it's everything he's dreamed of and more. Gods, you’re just so beautiful from head to toe. “You can tell me to stop.” Which, yes, is true – but Reol will make sure you can’t tell him to stop.
He continues kissing your thighs, light pecks that send tingles down your spine. You’re so cute – your moans, your expressions, everything. It makes Reol want to ravage you completely.
“So, is there a pattern to when your little… problem occurs?” he murmurs, long fingers drawing rune-like shapes on your abdomen.
“Ngh– no,” you respond, thighs twitching due to Reol’s soft touches. “I haven’t found a pattern ye–” a loud moan escapes your lips as something begins to spread you open. Your tight hole stretches around nothing, more moans leaving you as an invisible object thrusts itself into you at a steady pace.
“Fascinating,” Reol murmurs, transfixed on the way your cunt stretches open. He watches all of you, determined to engrave this memory in his brain forever. The way you sound, the way you look, the way you feel – he’s determined to record every single detail.
He already thought he had done a fine job when he connected your pussy to his pocket pussy. But he’s even more pleased this time. He had set up a dildo that would thrust into his pocket pussy on his command, a perfect idea to ensure that your suspicion wouldn’t ever land on him. Plus, he gets to enjoy having you in his hands, even if it’s just for this moment.
So, of course, it would be a waste if he didn’t use this opportunity. He leans forward, licking your clit, before sucking it into his mouth. You gasp, grabbing a fistful of his hair, making him moan around your clit.
“Reol!” you gasp as you feel his mouth on you. He continues to eat you out like you’re his last meal, sucking and nipping you as he watches your reactions. Gods, you’re so cute, so wonderful. Reol can’t believe how lucky he is right now. He looks at you with worship, adoration deep in his eyes as he works to please you.
Reol’s movements along with the invisible object stretching you open is too much for you, making you let out a loud keen as you soak Reol’s face with your juices. Your legs wrap around Reol’s head as he helps you ride out your orgasm, gently suckling your clit while soothingly rubbing your hips.
Satisfied, Reol allows the invisible object – the dildo – to finally pull out of the pocket pussy – you – once you stop cumming. Your pussy clenches around nothing, making Reol wish he could just reach out and fill you up himself, but he knows he should be patient.
“Hm, this has given me a lot to think about,” Reol murmurs, licking your cum off his lips. Yes, he’ll think about a way to ensure that you’ll be his. But for you, it sounds like he’ll think up more solutions to your problem. “I'll come to you with any news ideas I have.”
“I… I’d appreciate that,” you gasp, still feeling boneless from your orgasm.
“Of course,” Reol says, giving you a look of affection that’s so incredibly soft that you’re not sure if you’ve imagined it in your post-orgasmic bliss or not. “I… care about you. Truly. So… I wish to help you.”
Somehow, those words touch you. Especially with how Reol gently begins to clean you up with a towel.
“Water? Snacks?” Reol asks, using his magic to bring out some water and snacks from his bag. He offers them to you, which you take gratefully.
“Thanks, Reol.”
“Of course,” Reol responds, pleased with your reaction. He had read that the way to someone’s heart is through food and being kind, so he’s adamant to make sure he follows the advice. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
“I will,” you reply, completely unaware of Reol’s plans or actions. To you, it just appears like he’s helping you with all his heart because he cares without any ulterior motives. And it’d be a lie to say that Reol’s care for you didn’t feel nice because, truthfully, it did.
And it’s true that Reol cares for you, he does, and he’s working hard to find a solution to your problem.
It’s just too bad that he’s the source of your problem in the first place.
(Yandere Otome Isekai Harem [commoner MLs] x Reader)
"Thrust into an unfamiliar world, you have to navigate your role as the Heir to the Arrington Estate. Luckily for you, you have allies that are eager to help you. Maybe a little too eager, in fact."
The Arrington Estate [Chapter 1]
When you wake up, the first thing you want to do is throw up. You feel so deathly ill that you’re on the cusp of feeling like you’re not alive at all. But you’re in so much pain that you know you have to be alive – there’s no other way your nerves would be filled with what feels like molten lava.
“Breathe.” A voice, gentle and low, soothes from beside you. A warm hand settles itself on your back and you’re not even sure how you managed to register it, but you do. “Drink.”
You’re not fully conscious of how the liquid pours down your throat, but you soon find your eyes fluttering shut. Your nerves settle down as you’re lulled into a peaceful rest.
Time is foreign to you when you wake up. Your body still feels heavy, but it doesn’t hurt like it did prior. Processing things is difficult, your mind being bogged down with thoughts that have no end. All you can do is stare at the ceiling made of ornate golden patterns. Gorgeous, but…
It isn’t familiar to you.
Panic should be shooting through your spine, but there’s a feeling of… emptiness that seems to sink into your heart, making the situation seem dull rather than frightening.
“Are you awake?”
You didn’t even realize that there is someone beside you – beside the bed you’re in. Slowly, you turn your head to see a man sitting poised and proper on a wooden chair. His long chestnut colored hair is tied in a neat ponytail, a pleasant smile on his face. But what really draws your attention are his eyes – golden, almost.
“It appears that your complexion has returned. That is a relief,” he says, but you can’t really discern the emotion on his face.
“Who are you?” The words come out of your mouth before you’ve even processed them inside your brain.
There’s something eerie about the way his expression shifts – it doesn’t shift too noticeably, but there’s a hint of pensiveness that makes you nervous.
“My, I suppose your illness has rendered your memory quite poor. That is unfortunate,” he murmurs, but you’re not entirely sure if he means it or not. It’s a weird contrast – he speaks so kindly, so gently, that he seems so harmless. But he is a stranger to you. You don’t know him – if you can trust him.
Perhaps he notices the wariness on your face, but he relaxes his body somewhat, offering you a friendlier smile as he introduces himself, “My name is Geoffry Cullen. I am your butler.”
“B… Butler? Mine?” you ask, your brain fog slowly receding. Everything about this situation is so foreign to you, from the ornate ceiling to the luxurious bed you’re on to the man who claims he serves you.
You’re pretty sure this isn’t the life you remember.
“Yes, yours.”
“Who am I, then?” you ask, trying to piece together something – anything that can give you a hint.
“Why, you’re the heir to the Arrington Estate,” he states as if it is the most obvious fact in the world. And perhaps it is the most obvious fact to everyone but you.
You can’t help but doubt the validity of this “fact” that’s been told to you because, while you don’t remember much, you do remember something:
You are, in fact, not the heir to the Arrington Estate.
Perhaps your expression gives away your entire dilemma, because Geoffrey offers you a sympathetic smile. It’s the kindest he’s looked so far.
“You must be hungry. Let me bring you your meal.” He stands up gracefully, adjusting his suit jacket as he does so. “In the meantime, please get some more rest.”
He bows, before exiting the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You’re still utterly lost and confused, the uncertainty of your own situation making you nervous.
Despite your legs still feeling wobbly, you force yourself to rise. Stumbling, you make your way to the mirror. It’s probably the fanciest mirror you’ve ever seen – it almost looks like a jewelry box. It’s so fancy that you’re undoubtedly certain that you aren’t home. There’s no way you could ever afford a mirror of this quality.
What’s odd, though, is that you actually see yourself in the reflection. A part of you wondered if you’d possess another body or something of that sort, but… you look identical to how you remember looking. But you shouldn’t look like yourself, right? After all, the butler – Geoffrey – had claimed that you are the heir to the Arrington Estate, which you aren’t.
Now that you’ve been allowed to wake up fully without the pain from prior, things are slowly coming back to you. You recall your home, your friends, your family; and it’s all just so normal compared to the grand room you’ve found yourself in. This room feels too fantastical to be real.
In fact, it reminds you of the stories you had read about reincarnation and transmigration back in your world. Everything, from your confusion to the room to the butler, seems like the hallmarks of one of the transmigration or reincarnation stories you had read back then. Only… you’re not certain what story you’re in. Geoffrey as a character is unfamiliar to you. The Arrington Estate as a place is unfamiliar to you.
Furthermore…
Why do you still look like yourself?
You can’t wrap your head around it. Sure, some people retained their appearance when they got teleported into another world, but they usually had a role that did not already exist. These people are the “hero” that got called to help save the world, so it makes sense that they retained their appearance.
But it doesn’t make sense for you. You’re considered the Heir to the Arrington Estate, meaning that you must’ve taken over the role of someone who already exists. And yet you still look like yourself.
You groan, feeling tired. You feel lost and confused. There are too many things you don’t understand – too many variables.
It’s all too much for you.
Slowly, you trudge back to your bed, settling yourself under the plush covers. You’re pretty sure that the blanket itself is enough to pay your rent for a year. You don’t even want to think about how much the pillows, the bed, the entire room may cost. You’re certain that it’s more money than you would’ve been able to see in ten lifetimes, at least.
But now you’re able to see all this money – it’s yours, technically.
It doesn’t make sense. None of it makes sense. It makes your heart beat loudly inside your brain, making your ears ring as you stare up at the ornate ceiling. Somehow, looking at the ceiling makes the buzz in your brain quiet. Your eyes follow the curves and edges highlighted in gold. Your eyes follow the ceiling’s patterns again and again and again until you lull your tired body into a dreamless slumber.
Geoffrey returns to your room a bit later, only to see you slumbering peacefully. He places your meal down on your bedside table, before taking a seat on the wooden chair by your bedside. Quietly, he watches as your chest rises and falls softly, breathing even in your sleep.
Yes, you must’ve been quite tired, that much is certain. It’s not easy to come back from death, after all. And you should be dead, yet somehow aren’t.
“Curious, isn’t it?” he murmurs, softly, his gaze lingering on your face for any clues.
Yes, it’s quite curious. You should be dead. He was certain that you wouldn’t be able to recover.
Frothing at the mouth with sexy fox 😍 my husband your honor
Succubus anon 💋💕
How does he kiss? Lips puckered and ready
Shin Woo is actually pretty clingy!! He loves giving all sorts of kisses from sweet to spicy. He usually gives you a smooch on your temple, forehead, or hand in public, but in private he'll kiss you alllll over. Your lips are saved for last, as the main course <3
He tends to prefer giving kisses + he loves showering you with affection! He's also a bit of a tease, but he can't help it -- watching your reactions gives him a lot of joy, after all~
Also, I gotta mention his tiiiiny biting streak. It's not enough to hurt, but enough to leave a mark so that everyone knows that you're 100% taken hehe
I loved eli (i going to call elias like this now lol) you did such a great work making him we gonna have more of his story? can i have a silly draw of him and the reader?
I'm so happy you like him <3 Tysm for enjoying his story!!
I am def gonna add more to his story!! I feel like there's a lot I could do~
And ofc, here's a silly drawing of him and Reader!! I hope you like it <3
GUESS WHOS BACK ON THAT DAMN FANART GRIND? Thas right me :P. I really do love finleys designs (yes both of them) and had a bold of inspiration after drawing Eden soooo yeah. More fanary for the amazing @tsuutarr !!
(I have unfinished fanart of so many more of your their ocs sob)
I wanted to mix in elements of his truer form, as if he's changing on the spot (also becasue I wanted to draw more wings).
Also another drawing of them together. They are friends trust /j
Also thought I'd show some progress pics, fun fact the shading is on the same layer as the color layer :3 too lazy making layers
PLUMIPAL.... you always draw Finley so well TT he looks so good!!!
I love how you shaded this piece too omg and Finley's expression??? It's so spooky but also really pretty idk it feels like shit is about to go DOWN
I also love how it feels like he's about to turn into his less human form -- it's inspiring me to draw him like this too tbh 👀
And Eden is a cutie as always hehe tbh i can see them being friends fr I need to draw them together at some point lol them being "birb" besties makes me v happy
Elliot Armstrong is the youngest child of the Armstrong Estate, which means that he’s often given scraps in favor of his older brothers. It also doesn’t help that Elliot has never been too fond of the physicality of combat despite being part of a family of military might.
Instead, the battle of wits is what enthralls Elliot. Chess, riddles, puzzles – all of it captivates him. Perhaps that is why it is no surprise that Elliot has found himself fascinated by the human psyche, too. Humans are interesting specimens – they’re simple but also quite complex.
Elliot’s interest in humans is what draws him to pursue law. The variety of cases that fall in his lap – some more intriguing than others – always make his daily life that much more interesting. He can observe a great variety of people, which excites him to no end. Besides that, due to his awareness of his own intellect, he likes winning against other humans, too.
After all, brain is better than brawn. He’s much better than his brothers, his parents, his ancestors. He is the most superior Armstrong – the superior human.
Others just cannot compare. They’re too easy to manipulate, too simple once you understand their inner workings.
Well, all humans except you, somehow.
The Heir to the Arrington Estate – you hadn’t really caught his eye before, being the quiet but rather dry child of the infamous Duke Arrington. Yet somehow, one day, out of the blue, you began to stand out.
Elliot remembers the exact moment you had become a centerpiece of his thoughts, someone he spins and spins inside the crevices of his brain just so he can make sure he never forgets anything about you.
It was a few moons ago, when his family had been tried for their involvement in embezzling the Royal Family’s fortune. With his silver tongue, Elliot had managed to come out unscathed, unlike his idiotic family who had all been put to jail – it was all karmic justice, really.
The family that had ostracized him now begged at his feet, imploring him to save them. Hilarious.
It was quite difficult holding back his laugh, but he managed just fine. Perhaps he managed too well, however, since so many nobles began to pity him. They pitied him – him!
He’s much greater than they are, to the point that he knows all their secrets and yet they had the gall to pity him. Disgusting worms, the lot of them.
And yet you, the Heir to the Arrington Estate… you were the only one who showed him genuine compassion. It surprised him – most nobles are self serving (him included) and care very little for others. Yet you care. Perhaps a little too much, really. But it’s nice, he won’t deny that. Being acknowledged, praised, for his intellect. Being shown compassion for his “plight.” Being shown the kindness in those lovely eyes of yours.
Oh, Elliot just adores it all. Your attention, your kindness, your praise – he desires it all.
So, of course Elliot offers to be your personal lawyer. You’re kind, but perhaps a little too kind for your own good when, really, you only need to show kindness to him. Besides, your… Father, is a piece of work. You’d be much better as the Head of the Arrington Estate, so of course Elliot needs to be there so that he can ensure your position and safeguard it from your greedy relatives.
Oh, yes, you need him. You definitely, most certainly do.