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⌕ 📁 : DAISHINKAN M.LIST !

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looking back at some drafts i made while i still had my neon purple & green theme and i kinda ate with the graphics. maybe i'll leave them as is....

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to the anon that sent me that daishinkan ask last night... whoever you are, thank you 😌

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this is becoming a recurring issue on this blog specifically, but please read my rules before sending in a request.

& all requests must be sent to my askbox, not my dms. thank you for understanding 🤍

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Could you please write a Yan Mizu (Blue eye samurai) x reader. Like could it be headcanons and what she would be like as a Yandere. Ty

˖🐇˖. YANDERE!MIZU HEADCANONS

˖𓂃⚘ ˖. CW : yandere!mizu x fem!reader, ex!courtesan!reader, allusions to past sex work, shame, obsession, mizu's defense mechanisms getting in the way, these got more story-based my bad, consenting reader.

❧　mizu makes for an interesting yandere. while standoffish and withdrawn at first, she’s the overbearing type when she can no longer bear to keep her distance. mizu is unique in that she is self-aware and feels guilt for the vile actions she takes to keep you safe. 

❧　you met unconventionally, just a bystander to the unimaginable carnage that occurred at madame kaji’s brothel. mizu is horrified upon realizing her attraction to you and initially recoils.

❧　it isn’t in mizu’s nature to set herself on fire to keep others warm. no good deed goes unpunished, and she knows that. you are not a part of her plan or perceived purpose, and yet her behavior changes to accommodate you, by inches at first.

❧　mizu is a creature of habit if not anything else, and unused to having to worry about someone other than herself. she has little means to keep you as comfortable as you were in the brothel, and you’ll inevitably get dragged into bloody battles you weren’t built for.

❧　but mizu, as you’ll soon notice, always seems to be there at the right time to swoop in and save you from certain death. brigands, assassins, anyone who gets too close; an honorable death is more than they deserve. no, she revels in disrespecting them.

❧　she’s a watcher, those mysterious blue eyes following your every move. sometimes you can make out the faint pink hue adorning her angular cheeks when you catch her staring. other times, she can't bring herself to look away. Instead of seeing through you, she's fixated on every detail: every freckle, every smile line, every bruise and scar you conceal with powder. relics from a life spent selling yourself to get by.

❧　when you stray while passing through towns, her thin fingers bunch into your clothing, tugging you along in the direction of the lead you’re supposed to be investigating. she’s not the most gentle in her assertions of sticking together, especially after she gives up on trying to push you away.

❧　at first, it’s this confusing push and pull as she battles with her desire to be close to you and her compulsion to make you leave.

“i’ll get you killed,” mizu grunts as you trudge through shin-deep snow towards fowler's castle. “it's not too late to scurry back to your brothel, and pretend we never met.” it's unkind, she knows. to imply you'd ever want to return to that life, the very thought makes her skin crawl. “you’ll protect me,” you reply, and it irks her how sure of that you sound. you know not how far she would go to keep you safe, the men slain that dared utter your name with ill intent, or the miles she'd travel to see you freed if you were ever taken away. she wants to believe that if it came down to saving you or coming within blade's length of abijah fowler's neck, that she wouldn't hesitate to fulfill her mission. you both know better. “you think too highly of yourself if you think I’d prioritize you over my quest,” she deflects, once again trying uselessly to put some distance between you, against even her own desires.

❧　you’re not like her. you’re soft, fragile, and kind. all the things she can’t be for you. you wouldn't want her, especially since she isn't the man she parades as. still, she yearns for your soft words of praise and the tender glances you send her way when she accidentally implies she wants you around.

❧　she can be awfully cold like that sometimes, but you can see she regrets it when you deflate don't press further. you don’t demand her warmth, something that is as endearing as it is unnerving.

❧　a part of her croons at the thought of you liking her the way she is, and not how she 'should be.' all her life, she's never been afforded that. mizu is bitter, hardened, but you wiggle underneath the chinks in her armor anyway.

❧　after the events of her assault on fowler's castle, things change. mizu changes.

the first thing she utters as she gasps awake is your name, calmed only by your warm hand on her chest, pressing her back down onto her futon. "shh, i'm here, mizu. we're safe," you mutter from her bedside, fingers lacing with her own and at that moment mizu is so utterly stricken with longing. you stayed. her hand nearly crushes yours, and she all but yanks you by it down onto her, arms holding you to her in an embrace long-awaited, ignoring the strain your weight puts on her injuries. "mizu...?" you murmur into the space between her neck and shoulder, eyes wide and cheeks warm. your arms encircle her, though you apply your weight to your knees on either side of her body, mindful of her wounds. "i have something to tell you," she breathes, shuddering from the overwhelming feeling of having you so close. even the way you smell leaves her dizzy, chest rising and falling rapidly, her shaking hands smoothing over your back. you think she'll say she loves you then, but instead confesses that she's a woman. there are times you had suspected as much, but the admission still shocks you into silence. everything seems to fall into place all at once. it doesn't change how you feel, only sows doubt that she feels the same. mizu already feels shame for her "devil-blood", while you may have accepted your love for the same sex, it might be a stretch to assume she has done the same. eyes like two cloudless skies search yours for something, any sort of indication that her confession was a mistake. you've been through enough for her to trust you with this information, but trusting you only lays the foundation for a bitter taste of betrayal later, when she least expects a dagger in her back. you take the leap anyway, damn the consequences. "i love you." it's as if the rain clouds part and dissipate in those stormy, blue eyes. wonder gives way to confusion, but her prominent pupils swallow her irises until there's only a sliver of cobalt. she doesn't say it back– she can't, it gets caught in her throat like the phrase is covered in thorns, but her lips crashing onto yours suffices.

❧　she is yours now, and as her walls come crashing down, more sprout around you like an iron cage. she needs you in sight more than ever, overprotective is an understatement. her hand might as well be welded to yours, especially as you make the journey to edo.

❧　pray for any poor soul that intends to make a victim of you, because an onryo watches over you.

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it occurs to me i've had this blog for two years and still have yet to write smut on here. crazy considering my history

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URL CHANGE : VAMPYAN -> VAMPSPICE

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Could you please write a Yan Mizu (Blue eye samurai) x reader. Like could it be headcanons and what she would be like as a Yandere. Ty

˖🐇˖. YANDERE!MIZU HEADCANONS

˖𓂃⚘ ˖. CW : yandere!mizu x fem!reader, ex-courtesan!reader, allusions to past sex work, shame, obsession, mizu's defense mechanisms getting in the way, these got more story-based my bad, consenting reader.

❧　mizu makes for an interesting yandere. while standoffish and withdrawn at first, she’s the overbearing type when she can no longer bear to keep her distance. mizu is unique in that she is self-aware and feels guilt for the vile actions she takes to keep you safe. 

❧　you met unconventionally, just a bystander to the unimaginable carnage that occurred at madame kaji’s brothel. mizu is horrified upon realizing her attraction to you and initially recoils.

❧　it isn’t in mizu’s nature to set herself on fire to keep others warm. no good deed goes unpunished, and she knows that. you are not a part of her plan or perceived purpose, and yet her behavior changes to accommodate you, by inches at first.

❧　mizu is a creature of habit if not anything else, and unused to having to worry about someone other than herself. she has little means to keep you as comfortable as you were in the brothel, and you’ll inevitably get dragged into bloody battles you weren’t built for.

❧　but mizu, as you’ll soon notice, always seems to be there at the right time to swoop in and save you from certain death. brigands, assassins, anyone who gets too close; an honorable death is more than they deserve. no, she revels in disrespecting them.

❧　she’s a watcher, those mysterious blue eyes following your every move. sometimes you can make out the faint pink hue adorning her angular cheeks when you catch her staring. other times, she can't bring herself to look away. Instead of seeing through you, she's fixated on every detail: every freckle, every smile line, every bruise and scar you conceal with powder. relics from a life spent selling yourself to get by.

❧　when you stray while passing through towns, her thin fingers bunch into your clothing, tugging you along in the direction of the lead you’re supposed to be investigating. she’s not the most gentle in her assertions of sticking together, especially after she gives up on trying to push you away.

❧　at first, it’s this confusing push and pull as she battles with her desire to be close to you and her compulsion to make you leave.

“i’ll get you killed,” mizu grunts as you trudge through shin-deep snow towards fowler's castle. “it's not too late to scurry back to your brothel, and pretend we never met.” it's unkind, she knows. to imply you'd ever want to return to that life, the very thought makes her skin crawl. “you’ll protect me,” you reply, and it irks her how sure of that you sound. you know not how far she would go to keep you safe, the men slain that dared utter your name with ill intent, or the miles she'd travel to see you freed if you were ever taken away. she wants to believe that if it came down to saving you or coming within blade's length of abijah fowler's neck, that she wouldn't hesitate to fulfill her mission. you both know better. “you think too highly of yourself if you think I’d prioritize you over my quest,” she deflects, once again trying uselessly to put some distance between you, against even her own desires.

❧　you’re not like her. you’re soft, fragile, and kind. all the things she can’t be for you. you wouldn't want her, especially since she isn't the man she parades as. still, she yearns for your soft words of praise and the tender glances you send her way when she accidentally implies she wants you around.

❧　she can be awfully cold like that sometimes, but you can see she regrets it when you deflate don't press further. you don’t demand her warmth, something that is as endearing as it is unnerving.

❧　a part of her croons at the thought of you liking her the way she is, and not how she 'should be.' all her life, she's never been afforded that. mizu is bitter, hardened, but you wiggle underneath the chinks in her armor anyway.

❧　after the events of her assault on fowler's castle, things change. mizu changes.

the first thing she utters as she gasps awake is your name, calmed only by your warm hand on her chest, pressing her back down onto her futon. "shh, i'm here, mizu. we're safe," you mutter from her bedside, fingers lacing with her own and at that moment mizu is so utterly stricken with longing. you stayed. her hand nearly crushes yours, and she all but yanks you by it down onto her, arms holding you to her in an embrace long-awaited, ignoring the strain your weight puts on her injuries. "mizu...?" you murmur into the space between her neck and shoulder, eyes wide and cheeks warm. your arms encircle her, though you apply your weight to your knees on either side of her body, mindful of her wounds. "i have something to tell you," she breathes, shuddering from the overwhelming feeling of having you so close. even the way you smell leaves her dizzy, chest rising and falling rapidly, her shaking hands smoothing over your back. you think she'll say she loves you then, but instead confesses that she's a woman. there are times you had suspected as much, but the admission still shocks you into silence. everything seems to fall into place all at once. it doesn't change how you feel, only sows doubt that she feels the same. mizu already feels shame for her "devil-blood", while you may have accepted your love for the same sex, it might be a stretch to assume she has done the same. eyes like two cloudless skies search yours for something, any sort of indication that her confession was a mistake. you've been through enough for her to trust you with this information, but trusting you only lays the foundation for a bitter taste of betrayal later, when she least expects a dagger in her back. you take the leap anyway, damn the consequences. "i love you." it's as if the rain clouds part and dissipate in those stormy, blue eyes. wonder gives way to confusion, but her prominent pupils swallow her irises until there's only a sliver of cobalt. she doesn't say it back– she can't, it gets caught in her throat like the phrase is covered in thorns, but her lips crashing onto yours suffices.

❧　she is yours now, and as her walls come crashing down, more sprout around you like an iron cage. she needs you in sight more than ever, overprotective is an understatement. her hand might as well be welded to yours, especially as you make the journey to edo.

❧　pray for any poor soul that intends to make a victim of you, because an onryo watches over you.

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Hello my friend! I just came across your account so I wanted to say that I love your stories and everything! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) I also wanted to know if you are doing any stories requests or anything? (｡· v ·｡) ✨💋🍑🏵️🌴🦋🦄🪻💕🌺🪷💮✨

aww, thank you sm! and yes i do take requests!! just take a look at my rules, and feel free to send one to my askbox!! :3

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⌕ 📁 : BROLY M.LIST !

❧ FICS

nothin’ yet.

❧ HEADCANONS

nothin’ yet.

❧ THIRSTS & DRABBLES

nothin’ yet.

› KEY  ꕀ  ⚘  = nsfw

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it occurs to me that more ppl are into piccolo than i initially thought. which raises a very important question. i know he doesn't have a peen, but assuming we're using fanfic logic—

what do i give him downstairs?

regular smegular dick but green 🥒

retractable schlong (cloaca? sheath?)

coochie-adjacent third option? 👽🐱?

button for ashi

Voting ended onFeb 3

just asking bc i'm writing some stuff for piccolo, & whether it's vestigal leftovers or a wish, i plan to give him genitals.

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just found four nearly-finished posts from like 2 years ago in my drafts. can you imagine how powerful i'd be if i didn't have abandon wip disease? 😔💔

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i’m kinda liking this little practically bald guy, he is pretty cute tbh

he makes me insane!! my og fictional crush since i was like 12 🤭 yesss, he's such a cutie patootie. i wanna kiss his bald head 🤍

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k that's enough for now

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⌕ 📁 : ANDROID 17 M.LIST !

❧ FICS

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❧ HEADCANONS

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❧ THIRSTS & DRABBLES

nothin’ yet.

› KEY  ꕀ  ⚘  = nsfw

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⌕ 📁 : JIREN M.LIST !

❧ FICS

nothin’ yet.

❧ HEADCANONS

nothin’ yet.

❧ THIRSTS & DRABBLES

nothin’ yet.

› KEY  ꕀ  ⚘  = nsfw