wip, itās been awhile sorry guys Iām still alive, will hopefully be able to finish this soon but hereās a snippet of a fic inspired by iris and sinbads dynamic from that one Disney movie I think lol

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wip, itās been awhile sorry guys Iām still alive, will hopefully be able to finish this soon but hereās a snippet of a fic inspired by iris and sinbads dynamic from that one Disney movie I think lol
in every universe, Xiao falls in love with you.
and in every universe, it doesnāt end well for you.
why is that?
countless reincarnations of yourself, countless versions of you, an infinite amount of you, and yet not one of them has had a happy ending with this man.
youāve gotten close, so close, more times than you could even recall.
you had your happily ever after within the grasps of your fingertips, but it always managed to slip through your hands like sand.
he canāt help it. he doesnāt know why his devotion always turns violent. why he canāt help but snuff out your life because he canāt bare the thought of you leaving him in any other way.
death seems to follow you, and Xiao seems to haunt death for daring to try to collect you, yet every time he fails. In an endless cycle of being just an inch away from saving you only to have you ruthlessly taken by death's familiar arms.
it didnāt always end with him killing you. sometimes it ended in your tragic deathā a freak accident, a single fatal mistake, one miscalculated move and suddenly you were gone just like that. Right before his eyes over, and over, and over again. He had to watch as you were taken from him too soon.
You never lived to see your late 50s, or your 30s, or even your late 20s.
No, death was much too cruel for that.
You never lived long enough to see your hair grow grey, your beautiful skin wrinkle with the elegance that was seeped into your very soul, never got to see all those beautiful moments life had to offer that made you stand back and think about how grateful you were to be alive.
No, none of that. Because you were quickly taken before the thought could even cross your mortal mind.
But not Xiaoās. No, never his. Every precaution he could possibly take, he grabbed.
And every time it was something different than the last. It really was some cruel, twisted joke. How hard he tried to keep you alive, only to become sick with obsession, deranged with trying to keep you alive that at some point, heād started to become the one to kill you himself.
At least, in this way, some sick twisted way, he knew you felt no pain. That you died in hands that cradled you, adored you, loved every ounce of your existence. No matter how many times he had to snuff it out.
At least youād die to someone who loved you enough to strip you down to the very bone, consume you entirely, and still remember you fondly.
He loved you through countless lifetimes, and another million he knew heād have to watch you suffer in. In the way youād put down an animal for
the sake of ending its suffering, heād do the same to you. Snuff you out with the very hands that cradled your face between his calloused fingers so gently. The ones that carried you so closely to his chest and tucked you into bed.
The very ones that cracked your ribs open one by one to hold your heart closely to his own so you knew just how much he truly loved you.
Oh, how he loved you.
Hi I don't know if anyone has already said it so I apologize for being repetitive but I was already into cannibalism (conceptually in fiction ofc) and Xiao is one of my favorite characters of all time so let's just say you have my FULL undivided attention thank you, keep being yourself, have a wonderful day,
this absolutely MADE my day thank you so much!! I love fictional cannibalism sm it feels like the only proper way to express how much one can truly yearn and love in the most utterly raw way possible and itās beautiful! Iām so glad you like my fics! New ones coming soon!
okay, since you were so enthusiastic about my random yapping, you're now stuck with me forever (I'm the one who complained about your writing fucking with me and then asked for you to write more lol)
I tend to be the :] anon to the people I annoy so expect to see this stupid smile a lot more. you can never get rid of me now that you've given me attention
(I am going to write a Xiao drabble eventually I keep my promises. and yes I will tag you I want your opinion on it when I get around to it)
ā your new (least) favourite anon :]
Luckily for you and all the other cannibal Xiao enjoyers Iām working on something right now!! Itās still a wip but Iāll try and finish it when Iām not burnt out from life stuff lol
Thank you again! I look forward to ur work!! :) always feel free to give some prompts, it helps me lol
your writing did Something to me
I just scrolled all the way back to your February posts and now I don't know what to do. just two hours of unfiltered Cannibalismā¢
like yes there is an ache behind my rib cage for something that will never be there
why did you bring it to my attention now it's WORSE
(write more. pls. xiao's had me in a chokehold for well over a year and you're the first person to characterize him in a way I agree with)
(should I write my own stupid drabble I wonder)
(would you want me to tag you if I did)
YES!! I would def LOVE to be tagged if you did! Sorry I just got to be able to respond to this haha. And yes Iām finally working on being able to write more now that Iām able to actually have time to think and be creative again! Thank you for the ask :)
he burns.
burns from the twisted spark youāve lit inside him. burning from the sins he committed, condemning him for letting your hands roam his body.
he can feel himself burning.
every ounce of discipline, of control, of any form of righteousness melted and slipped through his fingers like the dust in the sand when it came to you. instead, replaced by the warmth of your flesh. flesh so soft, so fragile, so humanā something never meant to be touched by Xiao.
the light indents of his nails on your hips make him wince with guilt, he rots anything he touches. he knows this. and yet, for some reason, he can't seem to stop himself. can't control himself. he pushes past the fire eating him alive just to kiss you once more. and again, and again, and again.
he could devour you. this sacrilegious dance of yours that he failed to put a stop to, it will consume him. and, in turn, he will consume you. he tasted bitter, wicked even. this unholy man above you. and even then, he still wilted like a flower caught in the breeze when you lifted your hand to his cheek, tracing his cheekbones down to his jaw, softly pressing on his bottom lip.
he knew this was wrong. immoral. blasphemous even. it was much too late for him. he already accepted that he'd burn for the way he touched you. destined to be turned to ash for the way his tongue trailed every inch of your skin as though he'd been starved for centuries. a desperate, ungodly, mess of a man; that would burn for you a hundred times over just to do this again.
when you were told your new husband would be Xiao, your first thought was, ābut heās so... serious.ā
and you were right. if stoicism took its place in a man, he would be the very embodiment of cold, brooding, and serious.
long before Liyue was self-sufficient on its own to protect itself, the citizens would offer things to the last standing yaksha, in hopes heād continue to give them his protection. Xiao found it bothersome in all honesty, misplaced ignorance at best.
he only got more annoyed when they offered you up as his bride. he usually didnāt have time to give the mortals too much thought, much less any emotion beyond the occasional annoyance, but this? had they lost their minds?
he was so outraged he went right to Rex Lapis himself and demanded he set the citizens of Liyue straight. however, much to Xiaoās dismay, it seemed Morax found the situation amusing; educational even. A companion couldnāt hurt Xiao. Xiao argued that he could hurt you, though. Without even meaning to. Karmic debt has a way of creeping to those he loved.
Morax waved him off, some oddly knowing twinkle in his eye. As if he knew you just happened to be a one in a million chance of a soul so good hearted youād be unaffected by Xiaoās karmic debt. Instead, your presence would soothe him.
Nonetheless, after all was said and done, and a reluctant agreement was made, you were set to be his sacrificial bride. Your peers scared you with stories of his conquests, warning you that heād devour your dreams in your sleep, keep you hidden away, or worse.
Youād been raised for this. Not a strand out of place. Poised. Graceful. A smile that never faltered no matter how sore your cheeks got. Everything a wife should be. Xiao didnāt know what to make of you, nor did you know what to make of him. You looked too fragile to be around him. He didnāt like it.
You disliked the quiet. Hated it, even. And Xiao brought nothing but an uncomfortable, heavy, silence. Itās not as though he had been opposed to speaking with you, he just.. didnāt know how.
āThere isnāt much time for idle chatter on the battlefield.ā
Ah, there it was.
What was that?
A jest to your mumbling complaints about how quiet he was, perhaps?
The first time he let something other than coldness slip.
A hint of sarcasm, dry humor. You almost didnāt believe your own ears.
But then he heard it, your burst of giggles bubbling from your lips.
Strange.
How odd. He never liked strangeness before.
xiao is so strong he can easily just have you up on his shoulders eating u out against the wall, if heās breathing? Heās miserable.
just discovered the word cuntstruck.. new xiao fic up soon
glory
#my handsome husband #i miss him #i love him
⢠Thinking about Xiao
He doesn't want to hurt you, you know?
Xiao is a recluse though. Powering through his pain- pushing away those who care.
He knows he can hurt them- has hurt them.
Despite this, Xiao still gives you gifts. That's his love language. Xiao finds you things- not pretty things, but things that he thinks you would find useful on your journey.
Xiao loves you, he really does. Platonic or romantic, it doesn't really matter. In the end, Xiao knows he would die for you.
another wip bc the intro goes hard and then I draw blanks šš idk this might go in the vault yall
yan! Xiao hcs
Xiao simultaneously puts you on a pedestal and treats you like youāre made of glass, because, well, youāre mortal. you donāt know how easy it is to have life snuffed out from under you.
he isnāt violent with you. no, never you. youāre too fragile, even if he ever gets upset with you, which is rarely.
he never blames you for his frustrations however. no, no.
those lingering eyes that stayed on your figure a bit too long at the market? well lustful eyes shouldnāt have the privilege to lay even a single glance on you.
stray hands youāve never pushed away? youāre obviously too afraid to defend yourself, thatās why heās here. always watching, always ready to fend off disgusting vermin around you.
even your friends who occupy too much of your time- well they simply need to leave you alone. youāre just too nice to tell them to leave, so heāll take care of it for you. anything for you.
heāll excuse any of your actions, no matter how sinister they may be.
should you ever happen to murder another? obviously it was self defense. you didnāt mean too. quickly, wash yourself off. heāll crush the skull into unrecognizable pieces and dispose of it among the monsters heās slain.
in the beginning of course, heād never let you see the violent side of him, at least heād try not to let you see it often or at all if possible.
but overtime, as more and more obstacles just keep getting in the way, he becomes more agitated, more frustrated, more impulsive until heās heaving over the mess of a corpse heās left in a mangled mess on the ground when he hears somethingā
āxiaoā?ā
the horror and fear in your eyes. you looked like your legs were about to give out any second and you just couldnāt stop shaking. he wanted to reach out to you, comfort you, assure you that everything was okay and he was only exterminating pests that plagued youā but you flinched the moment he locked eyes with you.
but he knew that one day you would understand. one day you would thank him, embrace him and praise him for all the work heās done to keep you safe. yeah, so you should get used to this.
heās doing this for you, he reminds you. every rib cracked, every skull impaled, every life picked off one by one, itās all for you. you know that right? that this is his way of showing his devotion to you?
he knew youād understand one day.
just thinking of Xiao easily throwing you over his shoulder just like itās nothing, and you still being able to stand up and leave cause heās short </3
Would you like to help us wrap rice dumplings?
"Would you like to help us wrap rice dumplings? Qiqi will teach you... First, fold a corner, and thenā And then... What was it again..."
"Like this."
"It doesn't matter if you can't remember. I'll just help to wrap a few more."
UGH GOD IM SO HARD FOR HIM HOMY SHIT I NEED HIM GOD I LOVE HIM IM HUSNSNNS
yan!xiao wip x entertainer/escort reader!!
your beauty didnāt belong to you, it belonged to the passing men who traded silver and gold for your time and services.
but Xiao wasnāt content with that. no, it didnāt belong to you either, but to him. obviously you couldnāt be trusted with it if you so frivolously flashed that pretty face of yours to whichever client showed up that night, no. Xiao knew how to keep you safe.
and shouldnāt he be rewarded for keeping that beautifully terrified face of yours safe from the hands of other disgusting, vile men? he deserved it, right? you just didnāt know how cruel your own kind could be to each other. but Xiao knew. heād seen it first hand, what unruly men do to beautiful things like you.
and yeah, he knew he wasnāt any better than them in some sense; but at least he only had eyes for you. cold, unbearably suffocating eyes that dug their way into the deepest pits of your soul. eyes to watch your every move, every breath, eyes to watch you sleep. and he would, because your beauty belonged to him, and him alone.
heavens forbid you ever try to run away, because if he couldnāt keep your beauty for himself then no one, not even you, would be able to keep it either.
I hate when people hurt me with xiao angst. now do it again.