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Yes. The reader would be the calm, calculated type of yandere. They have a high knowledge of psychology and flora such as knowing that apple seeds and cherry pits have a tiny bit of cyanide in them. They would have a habit of collecting, drying and grinding the seeds into powder to "gift" their enemies as a special tea. They had darlings whose lives they've destroyed before (framing for crime, poisoning, selling them to dangerous people, etc.) And they would make their darlings believe it was karma catching up to them. They would slowly warp the darlings mind into only needing them. As for gender, let's go neutral.
no matter what I do, people will find a reason to hate me. They'll find a reason to not treat me like a human. If I make a mistake, I'm an irredeemable monster. If I have different views on gender and expression, I'm a monster. If I breathe wrong, I'm a monster.
And I'm just so tired. All I've ever wanted to do is draw what I love. It brings me joy. And sharing it and spreading that joy to others makes me so happy.
But no matter how good my intentions, certain sad, awful people will always view everything I do in bad faith. They'll always assume the worst. And I know I can't change that- I can't force others who don't want to have their hateful mindsets changed...
but it still hurts. and they don't care that it does. for some of them, I'm sure hurting me even makes them happy.
I don't want to let them win. I know there are people who love and understand my work and me, for me. Who know that when I mess up, it's NEVER from a place of malice.
But, yknow... it's still hard.
Sadly I'm a very sensitive person. So it's hard to not feel hurt...
I dunno. I'm rambling.
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Here me out. What if Yuu did have magic, but it was so unconventional that the mirror couldn't properly sort them in a house. What if Yuu had a combo of dynamokinisis (able to control energy) and umbramancy (to control shadows/darkness)? Would that make them be able to control blots? Maybe during the overblot events, they utilize the overblotters own blots to defeat the phantoms. If anyone feels like cooking with this Yuu, please either tag or link me.
You couldn't handle this. Grim was nowhere to be found, the possibility of dying was literally around every corner, there was no real guarantee that you all were going to get out of this Hell hole---
How were Epel and Rook so calm? How were they able to just... Just rest so calmly while there were literal monsters outside, just waiting to kill all of you?
On top of that, you still hadn't found Grim. You weren't sure if you ever were, at this point. He could've been killed already---
Oh Seven. Just the thought of that happening to him made you want to throw up. But it could be true, he could be gone, he could be---
The feeling in your legs and arms started to go numb. Tears, hot and fast, clogged your vision and started running down your face while the others were just calm.
Vil, the closest to you, was the first to hear your near-silent crying. Moments later, Rook and Epel got up, concerned, and he gestured for them to stay. You were going through some sort of panic attack, and you didn't need to be overwhelmed by three people getting in your face.
"Prefect?" he whispered. You barely heard him over the sound of blood rushing past your ears, thoughts, all worse than the last, fighting for attention and making your head hurt.
"Oh Dear..." Though he was exhausted, he got up, kneeling in front of you. The feeling of his hands holding yours momentarily made the thoughts pause, though you could barely see him through the tears.
"Prefect." He sounded more gentle than you'd ever heard him. "Prefect, I need you to listen to me. Listen to my voice."
"Prefect. Listen to me."
How did he expect you to do that when you could barely register what he was saying? You could barely breathe---
You looked up, his telltale blonde hair blurring in your vision. He didn't sound mad, just stern, tge tightened feeling of his grip bringing a miniscule amount of comfort to you.
"You can hear me, I'm sure of it. Now listen, because I will only be saying this once to you, unferstand?"
Despite your inability to nod or speak, he plunged on.
"We will survive this. We will get out of here alive, all of us. Including Grim and the other teams. I will not allow anyone to die today, do you understand? That includes you, as well, Dear."
For once, you were grateful for Vil's ability to read people like a book. He knew almost exactly what to say, and while the tears kept coming, your breathing slowed a fraction.
"We will get out of here alive. That is a promise, and I do not break my promises." That, you were 100% sure of. Whatever he set his mind to, he always achieved.
"Now, I am going to lead you through a breathing exercise, alright? You don't need to count out loud, but at the very least do so in your head. Now, breathe in and count to 5."
Once he could tell you were done inhaling, he continued, "Now out for 7."
It felt on like that, the numbers getting higher until the tears stopped falling from your swollen eyes.
Bringing up a perfectly-manicured hand, Vil wiped away the tears from your eyes, making sure not to scratch you. Finally, you could see him fully, the perfect queen looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. Lavender eyes laced with worry studied you, his frown not made from disappointment, but concern.
Though your chest still felt like it was going to break, the thoughts in your head stayed silent. You didn't know how long you'd be sitting here like this, but it didn't matter to either of you.
Vil, still holding you, smiled a bit. "We'll get out of this together. Do you understand?"
You nodded, shakily but certain.
All of you were getting out of this.
Thank y'all for reading, and for everybody who voted for Vil in the poll!!! I might do Lilia and Azul later, but for now I hoped you enjoyed this :)
You couldn't handle this. Grim was nowhere to be found, the possibility of dying was literally around every corner, there was no real guarantee that you all were going to get out of this Hell hole---
How were Epel and Rook so calm? How were they able to just... Just rest so calmly while there were literal monsters outside, just waiting to kill all of you?
On top of that, you still hadn't found Grim. You weren't sure if you ever were, at this point. He could've been killed already---
Oh Seven. Just the thought of that happening to him made you want to throw up. But it could be true, he could be gone, he could be---
The feeling in your legs and arms started to go numb. Tears, hot and fast, clogged your vision and started running down your face while the others were just calm.
Vil, the closest to you, was the first to hear your near-silent crying. Moments later, Rook and Epel got up, concerned, and he gestured for them to stay. You were going through some sort of panic attack, and you didn't need to be overwhelmed by three people getting in your face.
"Prefect?" he whispered. You barely heard him over the sound of blood rushing past your ears, thoughts, all worse than the last, fighting for attention and making your head hurt.
"Oh Dear..." Though he was exhausted, he got up, kneeling in front of you. The feeling of his hands holding yours momentarily made the thoughts pause, though you could barely see him through the tears.
"Prefect." He sounded more gentle than you'd ever heard him. "Prefect, I need you to listen to me. Listen to my voice."
"Prefect. Listen to me."
How did he expect you to do that when you could barely register what he was saying? You could barely breathe---
You looked up, his telltale blonde hair blurring in your vision. He didn't sound mad, just stern, tge tightened feeling of his grip bringing a miniscule amount of comfort to you.
"You can hear me, I'm sure of it. Now listen, because I will only be saying this once to you, unferstand?"
Despite your inability to nod or speak, he plunged on.
"We will survive this. We will get out of here alive, all of us. Including Grim and the other teams. I will not allow anyone to die today, do you understand? That includes you, as well, Dear."
For once, you were grateful for Vil's ability to read people like a book. He knew almost exactly what to say, and while the tears kept coming, your breathing slowed a fraction.
"We will get out of here alive. That is a promise, and I do not break my promises." That, you were 100% sure of. Whatever he set his mind to, he always achieved.
"Now, I am going to lead you through a breathing exercise, alright? You don't need to count out loud, but at the very least do so in your head. Now, breathe in and count to 5."
Once he could tell you were done inhaling, he continued, "Now out for 7."
It felt on like that, the numbers getting higher until the tears stopped falling from your swollen eyes.
Bringing up a perfectly-manicured hand, Vil wiped away the tears from your eyes, making sure not to scratch you. Finally, you could see him fully, the perfect queen looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. Lavender eyes laced with worry studied you, his frown not made from disappointment, but concern.
Though your chest still felt like it was going to break, the thoughts in your head stayed silent. You didn't know how long you'd be sitting here like this, but it didn't matter to either of you.
Vil, still holding you, smiled a bit. "We'll get out of this together. Do you understand?"
You nodded, shakily but certain.
All of you were getting out of this.
Thank y'all for reading, and for everybody who voted for Vil in the poll!!! I might do Lilia and Azul later, but for now I hoped you enjoyed this :)
Hey guys, I wanna ask you something. With the release of the latest update of CRK, I feel like I should rework some of my AUs story. The bios of the angels and Devils released so far are gonna be the same, but storywise, I might have to go back and rework some things. Would you be alright if I did that? Any input and brainstorming is welcomed in DMs.
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What I'm about to say could go for any fandom and artist who can't handle maintaining their AU either due to IRL issues, lowered interest in the fandom, or even death. I think its good to have a trusted successor that knows the story you try to tell through your AU. I think the best way to hand off the AU is to publicly announce the new owner of the AU while privately giving the new owner important plot points and themes you wish you did for them to build up on. I hate it when AUs die due to being abandoned. I think the concept I'm saying is akin to a minecraft series called UHC Generations. Started with Moai and is currently being ran by the 6th generation, Loony. Why can't fandoms be trustworthy enough to follow this series example with AUs. When I moved from my mom, I felt like I was finally safe, but then it felt like the left side of my brain just collapsed in on itself, now I'm having issues with constant headaches, loss of memories and motivation to keep the remainder of my mind in this world. I feel like my number for death could be pulled any day now. I just fear that my creation won't be able to survive without anyone to even care for them. I just want someone trustworthy enough in the fandoms that I've written for to try and keep my creations alive, and if they feel like they're done, they can hand it off to someone just as trustworthy. I've seen a bit of this with Welcome Home AUs such as the rainbow factory AU. Let's try to start a trend where AUs also have legacies as time flows on. Till the day humanity evolves from web browsing, our stories will live on if we work together.
ááᢠDumbification kink
ááᢠTAGS: AFAB body reader, ruined orgasm and brief dacryphilia (Azul), aphrodisiac (Ruggie), praise (Riddle). Reader is dominant and mean to Azul. MDNI; ageless and blank blogs don't interact.
ááᢠA/N: sorry to the person who requested i didnt include epel....i feel like i need to study his character a bit more before I write him T_T | áâ ^. .^â . . . TWST MASTERLIST
ĘâşË⪠RIDDLE
So easy to get him to that state because heâs sensitive everywhere. Quick to rile up, quick to unravel. Whines and stutters when he doesnât under normal conditions. Doesnât know where to put his hands. Itâs ironic, because even though he struggles with that, the rest of his body canât fight back against seeking more of you.
Riddle felt overwhelmed. The upcoming exams, his housewarden responsibilities stacking and stacking by the day (both thanks to the incompetentâahem, pardonââkindâ but not exactly exemplary headmage and to the unruly students that conform to Heartslabyul), so on and so forth.
You noticed. Not that it was a challenging feat, but given your relationship, you were the first to do it. Therefore, you approached him while he was reviewing in his room, suggesting he take a breather before stress made him collapse.
He refused, adamant about finishing his study session. That was sacred. However, you countered by reminding him that if he kept overexerting himself, he wouldnât be able to give his all during the exam and that he needed to be kinder to himselfâŚ
âPlus, itâs in a week, Riddle!â
âI know that! But Iâm almost done, Iâll entertain you in a minute.â
âThatâs what you said 30 minutes ago.â
To be in love with a stubborn idiot is something you were signing up for when you became his partner; you were aware of that. So, taking that into consideration, you did what you knew was your best chance to help him unwind.
Pushing down the book he held to his face and giving him a kiss. Riddle was about to say something, but when your other hand planted itself firmly onto his thigh as you shut him up with another kiss, this time longer, he forgot.
The more your lips met, the more his resolve caved in.
Exhilarated by your kisses and teasing touches, you had him panting, lips reddened (courtesy of your voracious bites), and devoid of coherence. Driving Riddle into this state is quite easy, since heâs sensitive everywhere. For a second there, however, when he caught sight of you kneeling between his legs amidst that lustful fog, he tried to assure you it wasnât necessary.
âYouâve been studying so hard. You deserve this.â
Words again failed to form when you took him into your mouth, and Riddle covered his mouth with the back of his hand. He did everything within his grasp not to finish right there and then. No matter how hard he attempted to look away, the view was too entrancing to do so.
You had him squirming in pleasure on the chair, enraptured by your hot mouth and tongue. You were steady and patient at first. The head tapping the back of your throat and precum oozing as you did. Riddleâs moans slipped regardless of his effort to level his voice, higher in pitch than his usual tone.
After a mouthful of air, Riddleâs body relaxed when you pulled away for a moment, your hand sliding up and down his slippery cock.
With taunting intentions, you leaned your cheek against his trembling thigh. âAre you close, Riddle?â
Riddleâs mouth opens and closes, yet not a sentence comes out. Just stutters that interrupt each other, struggling to form a simple âPlease, donât stop.â
What would he do if he didnât have such an understanding partner. It was painfully obvious what he wanted, thus you went back to suckling on the responsive tip, your hand taking care of the rest.
âIânnhgâplease, let me c-come. I-Iâm about toâŚ!â
He didnât stand a chance when you bobbed your head faster, unintelligible whimpers shuddered past his lips. His climax released so hard it brought tears to his eyes, cum landing on your tongue when he did.Â
âŚTaking brief breaks in between study sessions proved to boost his productivity. Much to his dismay, heâd be bashful to ask for your assistance a second time. All he could do was hope youâd catch his hints whenever he invited you to keep him company while studying.
ĘâşË⪠RUGGIE
Not as easy as the other two. Trying to ease him into it requires more effort, since even though heâs often submissive, that doesnât mean he doesnât bite or tease back. Youâd need an opportunity where heâs pent up and overstimulate him.
At one of Vargasâs Camp, you were supposed to go fetch wood for the campfire. As you were in the middle of completing the task, Ruggie came into contact with a strange plant, which you both soon discovered to have aphrodisiac effects.
You thought it would be easy to get him out of that situation. Aphrodisiacs just heighten libido, right? Therefore, you needed but to make him orgasm once. Thatâd be enough, no?
Your jaw ached by the time Ruggie reached his 3rd consecutive orgasm, and you arenât sure anymore who was more disheveled between the two. Ruggie, whose chest rose and fell rapidly and stared into nothingness with hazy eyes, or you, struggling to breathe as Ruggie held you taut to his cock. You reminded him the first two times to warn you before coming, but the aphrodisiacâs effects were potent enough to cloud his judgement throughout it, that he kept forgetting.
The last drop of cum dribbled from his overstimulated tip, and you pulled him out, coughing. You wiped your mouth and glared at him.
âNo, no, sorry, donât go. Itâsâitâs just it feels too good, okay? Please donât stop. I promise Iâll be good, yes?â he offered the best puppy eyes he could, tail wagging behind him.
âGeez, how many more times will I need to do this? Youâre still hardâŚâ
âMaybe try with your puââ
âNo. If someone found us, thatâd be the end of us. We were supposed to be back 15 minutes ago. Theyâre probably looking for us.â
His tail stopped wagging, and his ears were flat; Ruggieâs dejection clear. Youâd be lying if you said you werenât dying to get on top of him and feel him stretch your cunt, but this was a high-risk situation. Getting him off with your mouth was the fastest way and easier to dissimulate if someone walked by.
âJust the tip, I promiseâŚâ
Ignoring his pleas, you grasped his wet length, which twitched at the feeling of your warm hand enclosing him. Each time your hand went up, and your thumb feathered the flushed tip, Ruggie whined. Despite pain and pleasure conflicting with each other, his hips pursued your warmth, bucking his pelvis into it. Ruggie was fucking himself with your hand, in other words.
At this point, he lacked the patience to let you mark the pace and preferred to do it himself. Considering time wasnât working in your favor, you figured youâd get this over with sooner if you aided him with your mouth too.
The tip of your tongue teased the head, and Ruggieâs body trembled with his fourth release, a pathetic whine spilling from his lips. By now, you were familiar with his telltale signs of an approaching orgasm and withdrew in time to avoid his cum landing on your face.
You couldnât tear your eyes away from the amount of cum that dribbled down his sex. Beastmen did produce a lot more than regular humans, after all.
Not a single thought ran in his head, surrendering to the fervent waves of pleasure that settled his body afire.
âRuggie. Hey.â you tapped his cheek with your palm. âI think I heard something. Come on, letâs adjust your clothes.â
Torpor vanished when he did pick up distant footsteps, an ear twitching toward the sound.
As expected, someone did looking for you. A student from Savanaclaw, who said that the campfire was about to start and you two were the only ones missing.
Thanks to your foresight, tidying up⌠the mess was inconspicuous to the unwelcomed guest.
However, as you made your way back to the campsite, Ruggie walked closer to you, his hand brushing with yours. The contact brought your attention to him, and he leaned close to your ear to whisper.
ââŚIâm still pent-upâŚâ
ĘâşË⪠AZUL
Itâs an atypical sight to catch Azul stuttering, scrambling to find the right words. An effort that often goes in vain. Another uncommon sight awaits you if you endure long enough and donât let his whines sway you: seeing him cry.
With a smile, you lock the door behind you when youâre in Azulâs office. Unaware at first of the frisky gleam in your eyes, he didnât bother looking up from the contract he read on his desk; as you approached, however, his attention deviated from the boring paper in your favor, glasses reflecting the incandescent lights with the movement.
âAh, my darling. Fancy seeing you here at these hours. What brings you here, hm? Are the twins subjecting you to one of their schemes?â
âNah, I just felt like checking what my favorite octomer is doing.â
Azul proceeds to share a bit about his day, lowering his guardâwhich wasnât a habit of his to do⌠but given the hour and his weariness of juggling housewarden, businessman, and student responsibilities, it caught up to him.
You didnât give him much time to speak, grabbing the chairâs armrest to make him face you instead. Azul paused, hand still holding the quill, and sent an inquisitive glance.
First, you place a knee on the chair, followed by the other one. While you get in position to straddle him, Azulâs heartbeat quickened, the shirtâs collar suddenly feeling too hot when you lean down to press a kiss to his lips.
The amount of effort you needed to put him into a tousled mess was minimal. Sitting on his lap and grinding against him sufficed; discarding his butterfly tie to have better access to his collarbones and littering the skin with more kisses and marks launched any thought into nothing. Youâve been teasing him for the past few minutes, and more than once he has warned you he was about to come, only for you to slow down and drive him closer to the brink of lunacy.
Azul swore his heart would leap out of his chest when you unbuckled his belt and unzipped him out of his pants. Shivers ran rampant across his spine when you aim the head towards your pussy, the tip nudging against the slippery hole, and the instant you take him in, heâs got to dig his fingers into the armrest lest he came undone right there and then.
âAzul, your glasses are fogged up.â The sight pulled an (exerted) laugh from you.
âUh-huh?â
The spinning chair creaked each time your hips met his; at the same time, all that Azul could muster were airy moans. The sole response you received was interrupted words that tumbled into each other.
You did the favor for him to take his glasses off, clumsily placing them on the desk without ceasing your hips.
The wet, skin-to-skin noises become more frequent as you speed up, orgasm on the verge of breaking loose, turning the eloquent Azul into a wreck that could only muster whines.
The heat within snapped, momentarily stopping you. Your cunt clenched around Azulâs cock, and the slippery sensation aided in pushing him towards that end along yours.
âonly for the enjoyment to be short-lived, as you raise your hips, the sudden absence of your pussy leading his orgasm towards another direction. One that diluted into a sinful and ruthless commingle of pain and pleasure. More pain, the more seconds went by.
The ruined orgasm led to a pitiful noise escaping Azul, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.
âWh-Why did you move?â Azul asked with glassy eyes.
âPayback for crushing me at Monopoly.â A faux sweet kiss befell his lips from yours. âBut if you say sorryâŚmaybe Iâll give you what you want.â
Hey everyone... guess who got scammed out of $1420 because they wanted a Maine Coon Kitten... I'm pissed at myself right now for falling for this... I've kept the emails, so evidence... have a good eye and double check with EVERYONE... don't buy from Great Bear Maine Coons...
This is a question for the Danganronpa community, if a players talents happen to coincide with psychic powers, would spectral evidence be acceptable in a class trial?
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Hereâs some warm tea or maybe you like coffee. Sorry. I donât know your preference and hereâs a warm heater blanket. Sorry about the mental and physical stuff. Get better soon. Peace out!
*Eighth Sin Walden held the cup of coffee while Eighth Sin Wally had the tea as they sat on the couch under the heated blanket*
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