Hello my lovelies~ So I have just realized that it will be difficult for you guys to keep having to go through my posts to find links to different things. Like finding links to certain character.ai links or wanting to check out my rules and guidelines before submitting a request or maybe even see what announcements I have made.
So I have decided to make different posts that I will link down below for you to use to navigate through my page!!
You can also send me commissions by asking if I can write a specific drabble for you or headcanon or something related to that sort. I'd be more than eager to help!!
Youâve been dating Blade for a few years now, and in that time, youâve uncovered a secret that changed everything. No, he wasnât cheating or hiding something maliciousâhe was hiding something even bigger. Blade, your quiet, brooding partner, is none other than your superhero crush, Dark-Spider. The revelation was shocking at first, but once the dust settled, it made perfect sense. Now, whenever he returns from his nighttime battles, covered in cuts and bruises, it's become routine for you to patch him up, dote on him, and sneak in as much affection as possible.
Today, however, your need for affection has reached a new high. Blade, hanging upside down from a web he effortlessly spun in your living room, is helpless under your attention. His mask is pulled down just enough to reveal his lips, and you've been pressing kiss after kiss to them, each one lingering a bit longer than the last.
Blade sighs, though you can hear the amusement in his voice. "As much as this is nice, Cyrah," he murmurs, his tone teasing but laced with fondness, "just how much longer are you going to keep kissing me like this?"
You grin, pretending not to hear him as you place another soft kiss on his lips. His arms, crossed as if heâs completely resigned to his fate, twitch slightly, and you know heâs enjoying this far more than heâll admit. His usual stoic mask cracks ever so slightly under your touch, and though he tries to keep his voice steady, you catch the hint of warmth beneath his teasing.
"You know," he says after another kiss, this time with a soft chuckle, "there are probably better ways to greet your hero after a long night." His lips curve into a half-smile, and you can tell from the glint in his eyes that, despite his words, he doesnât want you to stop. And you donât intend to.
Tartaglia(Ajax) with a reader that has also been trained under skirk before . How do you think he would be finding this out? Would he try to pick a fight to test her strength or would grow respect for her?đ
Ohh! This is a really great idea! Never really thought of this, so I might as well start at least writing this.
It feels good to be back to at least writing something for this account that is just outside of posting for character AI posts, so I might try to go back to some headcanons and some slide drabbles, but I might also try providing Wattpad updates, but we'll see how that goes.
Anyways, onto the drabble!
Tartaglia x Reader trained under Skirk
For starters, Tartaglia has definitely heard of you at some point
One way or another from Skirk
She might have mentioned you under a breath, or maybe muttering to herself about something
But he has been very curious for a long time
And he's very eager to fight you, of course
And he really wanted to see what it would be like to go against another one of his master's students
After all, he hadn't known that Skirk had trained another pupil besides himself
So he wanted to see just how much of a better or worse fighter this other pupil is.
And so he went on a search
But failed
But then, through failure, he found you
Peacefully strolling around in Liyue Harbor
It was unexpected, really
He hadn't meant to find you, but it was sheer luck he had
You were casually going around and looking for a place to eat, and then he remembers it
The way your little eyes lit up at the sight of a specific food item on the menu
You were with a friend too, and surprisingly, that friend was Mr. Zhongli
You were happily rambling to him about how you had eaten something like this before in your home nation, and hadn't eaten something like this in so long,
And you were quite eager, especially since it was spicy, before dragging Mr. Zhongli in after a teasing promise to pay for the meal.
And before the ginger knew it, he found himself dragging his feet across the stone floors and into the restaurant to join you both
You were annoyed about it, but grimly let him join
Because, well, it seemed that the old man beside you had been fond and familiar with him, and so you let Tartaglia join you both
And the ginger was, to say the least, very interested in you
He was quite enamored, if anything
He stared at you often, taking in the way you carried yourself
You were a lot like Skirk
Quiet, cold, and you looked like you wanted him dead
And he got goosebumps that made him shiver, and he wanted nothing more than to start a fight with you
But he remained civil and ate well
Over time, the two of you started to bond
Over your shared past, over Skirk, and falling into the void
You were just a few years older than him, and he was surprised when he found out you knew about him way before he knew about you
You had known about him since he fell into the void
Skirk kept you two separate, claiming that it was best to avoid spilling blood in a place where you wouldn't know where it's spilt
And, of course, you abided by her word
And to hear you confess that shocked Tartaglia, but then he eventually decided to fight you
And though you had declined, you decided to at least give him one sparring session
Tartaglia was quite surprised when you had shown surprising amount of strength, and was taken away by it
That you had not only stood up to him, but you were able to disarm him
And he was almost smitten
And it was on that day he had also grown a strong sense of respect for you, because he had hardly faced anyone who was as strong and capable of disarming him before
And that says a lot
But safe to say that after that fight, you had a certain little sly ginger tailing you every so often
Perhaps wanted to develop something with you
Maybe it had
And he has been trying to slowly get things to grow on your side
OHHH THAT FELT SO GOOD TO WRITE IT OUT! PLEASE GUYS GO INTO MY INBOX AND SUGGEST A FEW DOZEN HEADCANONS FOR ME TO WRITE SO THAT I CAN POST OUTSIDE OF CAI SHIT
{You just wanted to nap in the forestâŚ} Duke!Kazuha x User
All you wanted was a peaceful nap, tucked away from the bustling village. You found solace in a meadow of flowers, cuddling your romance fantasy book to your chest under a sprawling oak tree. Your dreams carried you into the story, where a Duke finds a mysterious girl in the forest and falls in love with her.
What you didnât expect was to wake up feeling your head resting against something firm, with a hand gently stroking and playing with your hair.
âAh, I see you have awakened, dear fair maiden. Did you enjoy your slumber, my dear?â
The voice was deep and soothing, belonging to a mysterious man. You turned onto your back and found yourself face to face with a handsome man with ash blonde hair, a striking red streak flowing down the right, and a pair of piercing crimson eyes.
Duke Kazuha - ৠâ§âË đ¸ â You just wanted to nap in the forestâŚ
Enemies. Thatâs what they say you and Blade are. And yet, for all the hatred and disdain, thereâs something more. Something burning under the surface. Enemies hate everything about each other, donât they? But, for some reason, you two donât hate each other at all. Instead, thereâs a constant, magnetic pullâa tension that canât be ignored.
In class, you share heated glances when the otherâs not looking. The smallest movements carry double meanings, innocent enough for anyone to see, but only you and Blade understand the real intent. You both sneak peeks into the locker room, waiting for the right moment to see each other in less clothingâonly to quickly turn away, pretending like nothing happened, though both of you know the real game being played. And though the two of you defend one another from everyone else, youâre enemies when itâs just the two of you. Thereâs something intoxicating about it.
And now? Well, the last thing you wanted was for anyone to come near the janitorâs closet as Blade pulls away from between your thighs, red lipstick marks on his face, traces of your earlier encounter still lingering. Youâre both still breathing heavily, the air thick with the tension that refuses to let go. Blade looks down at you, a cocky smile curling at his lips as he watches the panic spread across your face.
âFuck, you look so good when youâre all panicked like that, baby.â
hiii i saw you on a community post n was wondering if you were okay w/ ppl dming you? you were dropping lil bits of info abt yourself, and you're my age and i was like omg twins i wanna be friends!! :3c - đŚ
Awww of course I am!
I would be happy with anyone as long as you are not creepy. Actually, I would really like more people, anons or not, to drop by my inbox and send me random little headcanons or small requests! So that way I can focus less on posting character AI stuff and try getting back to my creative flow lol
But if anyone just wants to drop in and say hi, that's also super appreciated. I love it when people come in and send me little hi, hello, just check on me. I honestly love anyone who just drops by, honestly.
{Picture from your secret sneaky link} Scaramouche x Reader
You and Scaramouche have been friends for as long as you can remember. During your high school years, the stress and pressures of growing up led you both to find solace in each other in a secret and somewhat forbidden manner. You established three simple rules:
1. Only meet in places where privacy is guaranteed.
2. No one else is allowed to join
3. No catching feelingsâthis was purely physical
The first encounter in the locker room changed everything. Lingering touches and longing gazes became a silent language between you two, unnoticed by the world for years. Now in university, youâve both chosen your majors, and your schedules are set. While some assignments are a breeze for you, others are challenging, leading to increased stress. Over time, you started to pull away, leaving Scaramouche confused and hurt.
Three weeks passed with a growing distance between you. Determined to address the issue, Scaramouche decided to talk to you during a visit to your house. However, the situation took an unexpected turn when you introduced him and your family to your new boyfriend. Scaramouche was devastated but kept his feelings hidden, leaving your house with a heavy heart when your hangout came to an end.
That night, lying in bed, your boyfriend in the shower, you absentmindedly scroll through Instagram. A notification pops upâa DM from Scaramouche. Curiosity piqued, you open it, and your eyes widen at the sight of the messages. The first image was a back-shot of Scaramouche, highlighting his sculpted muscles, glistening with sweat or water. The picture is accompanied by a series of messages that make your heart race:
"Miss the way my hands felt on your skin? Miss our times together? Because I sure as hell can't forget. Maybe it's time for a reminder of what we had. Same place, same time. Letâs settle whatâs been left unresolved or are you too busy playing happy couple?"
Scaramouche - đ.*âÂˇË ŕź * Picture from your secret sneaky link
Hey guys so I'm so sorry for being gone for so long but I kinda am at a stump
SO basically here is the gist: I have this blog which is my main blog on this alt account but on my work account I have a main blog thats VERY similar to this but I've noticed that with shit going on in life I've been finding it a struggle to really make posts on this blog, because if you check it out, you'll notice that almost everything I've been posting lately is just Character AI bot introductions and links at the bottom. And, hell, these were all scheduled posts, including reblogs. Some of them.
And on my work account's main Tumblr blog, I am currently kind of like posting some more content. However, unlike on this blog where you're currently reading this post, on this main account, on my work account, I post kind of like samples.
And the fandoms I cover are much more diverse. However, I've been kind of finding that the content I post there is kind of similar to what I post here. And it feels a bit... I don't know how to describe it, but it kind of feels draining having to take care of these two blogs. Because one's more professional, and this one's not supposed to be professional, but I'm posting professional-ish kind of content here before I got drained. And both of these blogs are about writing, and I don't really know what else to post about.
On this alternate account of mine that I'm writing from, I have a webpage account that I post kind of like fanfics on there, but I really don't know what else to like talk about. Like, I don't know how to talk about my fanfics here, if that makes sense, because I don't know exactly how to like talk about stuff, because I mostly have done headcanons and mini-drabbles here, and I've never really explored outside of that branch. And then lately I've been just reblogging and then the character AI posts, but I haven't really been doing anything on that account again because everything's been scheduled.
So I'm really struggling to find content worth substance to be posting on this alternate account, so if you have any advice that would be really helpful, because I want to get out of this really bad slump. And in case you're wondering, I've decided that this account is going to be more laid-back and kind of like fun, and my work account that's also writing-based is going to be more professional and focusing more on samples of writing pieces I can offer just so I can get commissions.
But I kind of need advice on what I could be posting on this alternate account because I'm really lost.
So any advice from more experienced people or people who would like to see a specific kind of content, please tell me what I could do so that way I can, you know, start producing some content. Even if it's not as often as it used to be, I would like to produce some kind of substance here.
{He wants you to think of him} Husband!Neuvilette x Wife!Read
Wedding planningâwhat you thought would be a dreamy, magical adventure with your now wonderful, amazing, and devastatingly handsome fiancĂŠ, Neuvillette, has quickly devolved into a logistical nightmare. Endless guest lists, menu tastings, and debates over floral arrangements have drained every ounce of joy. Itâs not Neuviâheâs been nothing but patient and supportive. Itâs the wedding planning itself. Itâs exhausting, overwhelming, and frankly, a pain in the ass.
You should be discussing centerpieces right now, but your mind keeps wandering to⌠other things. The honeymoon, to be exact. Despite keeping your familyâs vow of chastity, curiosity gnaws at you. Will it hurt? Will it bleed? Will you know what to do? The questions swirl, heating your cheeks, distracting you for the third time today and the fourth time this week.
Itâs only when you hear a soft sigh beside you that your daydreams fade. You blink back to reality and find Neuvillette leaning into his hand, silver hair cascading over his fingers, his violet-blue eyes fixed on you with a quiet, brooding pout. His silence speaks volumesâheâs noticed your distracted state again, and itâs clearly wearing on his patience.
"Am I so boring," he finally asks, his voice a low, teasing murmur that carries just a hint of vulnerability, "that Iâve lost your attention entirely?"
Husband Neuvilette - đâËࡠHe wants you to think of him
writing is so hard!! why can't it just be easy? like why can't I just imagine the book and then suddenly my computer starts writing it for me but not in an ai way, more in a physic connection way
Various yandere genshin men x reader (Normalised yandere AU)
This a spin-off from Autonomy of a Free Soul. It can be read as a stand-alone or not, itâs up to you. I have already made a series of my normalised yan HSR x reader fanfic: Astralis Desires, so I decided why not make one for genshin. This is an introduction to the spin-off, so I apologise for it being short. Requests and asks are open for this spin-off, so donât be shy! <3
Synopsis: After arriving to the unfamiliar world: Teyvat, you find yourself in a mansion hidden deep within a domain with no chances of escaping. Love is a beautiful thing, but itâs quick to turn dangerous when itâs mixed with obsession.
Masterlist
Warnings: normalised yandere AU, obsession, reader is imprisoned
Word count: 1748
The artificial sky of the Teapot was grey and gloomy. Chilly wind swept through the landscape. A couple of birds flew across the sky, making the Teapot seem more real. The leaves on the trees had turned various hues of orange, red and orange. Even though the Teapot was not real, you had asked Tubby to make the seasons reflect the same seasons in the real world. You had also gotten her to make the weather varying as you had always preferred grey and rainy weather. The scent of autumn filled the air and you sighed with content.
You tugged your soft blanket closer to your chin as you let your eyes take in the beautiful landscape. The waves in the distance was unruly and the splashed against the rocks. The sea almost seemed real. You were sitting on the terrace of the large mansion that stood proud in the middle of the Serenitea Pot. You brought the big red apple you had picked earlier, to your lips and took a bite. The sweet taste was pleasant and you hummed in delight.
You had thought they would all kill each others in a giant bloodbath, but you were wrong. They had been at each otherâs throats on multiple occasions, but after Zhongli made them all sign a contract, the fighting and arguing calmed down. At first the men from Khaenri'ah were against the idea of a contract, especially since the one who proposed the idea was no other than Morax. Pantalone was also very opposed to the idea, but they all ended up signing it after a lot of persuasion. You had been drugged to be immobile yet lucid. You had watched their argument from the end of the long table in the dining room Kaveh had designed. You could barely sit up and your eyes were slightly cloudy, yet you were aware of everything that happened before you. When the god of freedom, Venti, signed the contract with a shockingly sweet smile, icy shivers ran down you spine and you thought you were going to throw up. It all was so surreal, yet you were painfully aware that there would never be any room for escape.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and before you knew it you had gotten slightly used to being locked up in the Serenitea Pot. Sometimes boredom consumed you and the days blended together into a grey gloomy mass, but most times you had something to do. You had gotten used to the whole Yandere and Darling thing after a while too. When you first woke up in the meadows by the big oak at Windrise, Venti had been playing in his lyre and he took you to his home. He had however forgotten to tell you a very important detail about the alien world you now found yourself in. That thing being that there was a biological thing known as Yanderes and Darlings. It was a mystery for everyone, even the smartest person you had ever met: Dottore had not come to a conclusion as to how you could be a Darling, when the world you originated from had no such things as Darlings and Yanderes. Alice, of all people, had been the person who had told you about Yanderes and Darlings and you had been absolutely livid at Venti for keeping you in the dark. That said, you had sensed something from Venti when you had first met him. Something you couldnât quite place (the same went for both Diluc and Kaeya).
You snapped out off your thoughts at the sound of blades clashing. Childe was sparring with Cyno on the grass meadow that surrounded the mansion. The ginger was all smiles as he seemed to have the time of his life. The general had a more concentrated expression, but he too seemed to enjoy himself. You watched them as the moved together in an almost synchronised rhythm. Even though you hated fighting, you had to admit that it was fascinating to watch them. You watched them for what must have been half an hour and your apple was long gone. You leaned back in your chair as you could feel your eyelids get droopy. You were starting to get cold.
Your sock clad feet made almost no sound as you made your way through the mansion. The manor was mostly a mix of Mondstadter and Fontainian architecture with some decorations from the other nations. It all blended together perfectly in a beautiful harmony. Kaveh was truly skilled at his line of work. You passed room after room as you ventured further into the grand mansion. Itto and Sethos were playing Genius Invocation TCG in one of the many lounges. They didnât seem to sense you as they were both busy with the game.
The house was silent and the only thing you could hear was your feet against the parquet. You stopped in front of the kitchen. You had gotten quite hungry and the apple you had just eaten wasnât enough to calm your hunger. You pushed down the golden door handle into the grand kitchen and pushed the tall door open. The delicious smell of fried vegetables met you as you entered. Capitano was sitting at the end of the dining table with a book in hand, his mask was covering his face, but you could feel his eyes on you. Lyney and Dahlia sat beside each other, the two of them had grown to be quite good friends. Kazuha was also sitting at the table with his back turned towards you. He turned his head to give you a soft smile when he heard you entering. Ororon was cooking by the stove, wearing one of the pink aprons you had made while you were bored out of your mind.
âAre you hungry?â he asked with a smile, flashing his razor sharp fangs. The same fangs he loved to bore into your skin as a sign of affection, but you had reason to believe he had grown fond of the taste of your blood. You shivered and averted your eyes from his pearly whites. You didnât miss the way Dahlia gave you a knowing smirk.
âYeahâ you took a seat one the chair Kazuha had pulled out between him and Capitano.
âDid you enjoy being outside?â Lyney asked as he twirled a king of hearts card on his fingers.
âI hope you had enough clothes on you. You donât want to get sickâ Kazuha smiled.
You nodded. âYeah to both.â
âHere you goâ a steaming hot plate of fried vegetables, rice and chilli sauce with as placed in front of you. It both looked and smelt delicious. Orono gave the others a plate before he sat himself down beside Lyney and opposite of you. âI hope itâs to your likingâ he gave you a bright smile.
âThank you. It smells delicious.â
âWhy no meat?â Dahlia asked.
Ororon shrugged. âI couldnât be bothered really.â
âI can relateâ the Deacon laughed.
You ate in silence as the other around the table engaged in conversation. The food was delicious, but such was to be expected from the vegetables Ororon grew in the vegetable garden at the back of the mansion. Capitano had discarded his mask in order to eat. At first you had been slightly frightened of his scared face, but now you didnât even bat an eye. His handsome pale face was marred with dark blue scaring. A scar ran down his left eyes and it was a miracle his eyes was still intact. Another one was slashed over his nose, it had faded more to a white colour over the years. Dark blue and black veins littered his face, a sign of the curse he was under. His mouth stretched further than normal when he either smiled or sneered and sharp fangs rested behind his lips. Still with his scarred and rotting face, he was still beautiful, more so than you had ever imagined.
As if he could feel you staring, he lifted his head slightly and his dark blue eyes met yours. He always seemed to be at peace when he was at your near proximity and he had even said that you had for some reason been able to lessen his curse. He wasnât the first of the Yanderes to say that and you knew they meant what they said.
The hallways were dark as most of the residents had already gone to bed. The flame of the candle in your hand was flickering as you made your way through the house. You couldnât sleep. You knew Baizhu or Tighnari would offer you some sleeping pills should you ask, but you didnât want to. A sudden gust of wind blew out your candle and your head whipped around to find the source. Your heart was hammering against your chest as your eyes scanned your soundings.
âAre you trying to escape?â a gruff voice spoke behind you and you froze. Of course. âI asked you a question.â
You slowly inhaled and exhaled in order to calm your racing heart before you hesitantly tureen around to face him. âIâm notâ you had to crane your neck in order to meet his magenta irises.
Rerir looked down at you for a few seconds before his large hand landed upon your shoulder. He shoved you gently (or as gentle as he was capable of) in the direction of his bedroom. His talons bored into your shoulder as he guided you through the darkness.
Out of all of the Yanderes, he and Dottore were the ones who frightened you the most. Ayato was on a solid third place. Rerir was unpredictable and his disdain of humanity made him lack morals that even Dottore possessed (at least a few of them). Rerir was powerful, extremely do, intelligent and determined. His possessiveness as suffocating and you wonder if he would one day crush you to death with his soâcalled love. He was the newest addition to the mansion and he quickly earned the others respect (and fear). He was dangerous, but the most dangerous thing about him wasnât his seemingly endless power, but his love.
That was the case with all of them. Even the least intimidating of the bunch, turned to a blood thirst monster that was ready to drown you in their love should they see fit. But love is the greatest thing of all? So why even complain?
