WAAAA THIS IS ADORABLE I LOVE IT

Im gonna redesign raiden shogun cuz for me she doesnt give me the intimidation that she is supposed to give

I wanna make her more empress-like

Baby boy is so soft omg

Makes me just want to pat pat his head

"We'll be together, forever! Don't tell Gatherine though, okay?"

Here's some Dawsin facts mwah

✭ Puppyboy

✭ Between 21-22 years old

✭ Harmless, very timid

✭ Barks occasionally, pants when he's excited or hot, shakes

✭ Easily excitable, sensitive

✭ Forbidden from leaving Nighthive alone

✭ Under Gatherine's protection for life, rescued age 18

✭ Extremely unlikely to hurt you, even on accident, but still enjoys playing in blood

✭ Medical school graduate, license revoked

✭ Impressionable, succumbs to peer pressure easily

✭ Addictive personality

✭ Mildly protective, keeps his best friend in line

✭ Sucks at taking care of himself

✭ Often quiet and unassuming, but gets very excited to see creatures he likes

✭ DNA most similar to: Earth's dalmation, cocker spaniel, yorkshire terrier

Sex facts below:

✭ Virgin

✭ Extremely horny and sexually frustrated

✭ Cums fast, can last 2 more rounds

✭ Whimpers when he accidentally bucks into you, squirms a lot

✭ Well-behaved

✭ Will cry if you're too rough

✭ Willing to top or bottom, no preference

✭ Not good at sex so you have to coach him {pensive}

✭ Breathing fleshlight

I really enjoyed reading this! It really gave insight into ur OCs

uhm ehhehe,,

Idia chilling in the underworld

Im so fucking gay

Hey, can you do Yandere! Villain! Diluc x Citizen! Y/N

Please? Because I think is a interesting idea (in my point of view)

Here some context idea how Yandere!Villain! Diluc meet Y/N: *Y/N saw Diluc harm after he fought against the hero, Y/N knew that Diluc was a villain but they felt bad for Diluc, so Y/N treat his wounds and Diluc felt the need to have Y/N on his side no matter what*

I hope this helps you! (^^)

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A/n: That helped me a lot I love it when there’s details in request. It helps to really flush things out! o(≧v≦)o

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My villainous Admirer

|Yandere villain! Diluc x Citizen! reader|

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The Dark knight was terribly wounded in battling an Hero who specializes in ice elemental magic. Managing to become victorious but at the cost of his physical condition worsening as time past due to the strain of using his powers. Taking what he needed from the hero’s suit, Diluc managed to find solace within the sleaziest parts of town where it’s a no law zone in its own right. The people in the abandoned district within Teyvat the land of freedom. follow a single rule; Pay no mind to the business of others that don’t concern you and you’ll be left alone.

Which means that someone could be bleeding out to death in the middle of the street and no one would bat an eye nor utter a single word at the display. The Dark Knight was currently slumped down against the grimy concrete walls of the shady alleyway. His breathing was hoarse and unsteady as he tried to recuperate himself, pressing down against the ice knife that was planted within his side. Desperately trying not to pass out from the backlash of using his powers and from potential blood loss if he happened to loosen up on the knife that was implanted deep in his abdominal side.

But he was struggling with keeping his eyelids open as black splotches ensnared his vision. He knew that if he were to fall unconscious then he’d undoubtedly be at a disadvantage since there are a hefty sum of individuals who held grudges against him from the past and are waiting like vultures to pick at him when at his weakest.

But just when he was about to begrudgingly accept any cruel fate that was waiting for him once he had fallen prey to his subconscious. He witnessed a blurry figure of a person offering his hand down to him. Diluc had half the mind to tell them to fuck off but from what he could see, he instantly knew that you were fresh meat. An unfortunate soul who happened to unknowingly move into this unlawful town due to the drastic low prices he assumed.

Plus the way you looked at him with such warmth in your eyes mixed with concern and slight fear? He couldn’t tell if you were in fear of him or afraid of what state he’s been reduced to. Either way Diluc couldn’t properly fathom why someone would go out of their way to help a villain. Perhaps you didn’t know him? Letting his thoughts swarm his hand on reflex reached for yours, trusting in his instincts he let you guide him to the safe haven of your apartment too tired to act rationally.

You were oh so attentive towards him, your touch felt like a mellow spring breeze which wafted over him so pleasantly that it put him under a trance. And before he knew it he was tucked comfortably in your bed, wounds dressed properly, and now he was currently being hand fed some rice porridge by yours truly.

Was he dead?

Did he happen to die and become swept off his feet by an absolute angel?

Diluc couldn’t comprehend it fully. Constantly questioning why you were so relentless in nursing him, a stranger, and even worse a well known villain to society like himself, back to health. He crossed out the possibility of you not knowing him when he peeped up at the tv which showed him on the news getting into an altercation with the Hero.

You knew who he was.

“Why did you bother saving me?”

He uttered in a raspy voice, his once dull dead eyes which now resembled the colorful embers of a blazing fire. Were staring dead into yours with a heavy sense of conflicting emotions. And the response he got from you left him speechless, he watched you in silence once you left the room to get him a glass of water. After you were out of earshot he began letting out a small hoarse chuckles of disbelief that heaved from his abdomen painfully but he couldn’t care less.

“You saved me because you couldn’t help yourself? What are you some kind of saint? What if it was all an act and I was just pretending to be weak?”

When you show kindness to a man shrouded in whispy flames of darkness, who has lost what was precious to him time and time again. You can’t expect for everything to be just as it was before. Now that you’ve saved him, and showed him how naive and gullible you are. I’m afraid he’ll take it upon himself to become the protector you’ve never asked for but needed. Now that he’s gotten a taste of the generous hand that graciously bestowed upon him an refreshing sense of fulfillment and newfound purpose.

He just had to have you no matter what.

“You really are careless my angel…But don’t worry because now you have me.”

Gods and Monsters

James x reader

Warning: religious stuff (its more pagan than anything else), mentions of sexual assault, blood sacrifice, and cutting

xx Your kingdom had been in a pointless war with their northern brethren over some silly royal bullshit for years now. One is which you had lost everyone in your immediate family but your mother. After so many years of seeing nothing but bloodshed and having to mend the endless number of soldiers who cried for aid on your doorstep. Enough had been enough.

xx You began to research about the Gods of old. Stifiling through the old tomes within your home, whose pages had long since yellowed. Though no man in your kingdom had prayed to these gods for centauries. You knew these gods had no quarrel with entertaining mortal's prayers. They were ones' who were willing to take sacrifices to end any problem that was presented before them.

xx There were many tales of four Gods that soon surfaced in your findings. One whose vanity brought all in the kingdom to their knees. Another who could predict and send waves of death just from their fingertips. The third whose own presence cultivated sickness, each footstep rendering all around in bounds of pestilence. And the fourth. The fourth whose name was hailed as a god of war. Who once called upon could destroy nations. This one was who you decided to pray to.

xx Day after day, every morning and night you had prayed to this god. Offering goblets of your own blood to quench his dry throat. Begging that whatever you have would be his. Yet as the weeks passed, you received no reply, and each week the battles of war had waged closer and closer to your home. You refused to give up. Even when the long toiling from the days of tending to soldiers' wounds had rendered you sleepless. Even when the blood sacrifice had left you sluggish, sick, with scars littering your thighs. You knew that this god of old would hear you. He had to.

xx Time passed into months before the war had finally made it to your door step. The sounds of gurgling screams and metal slicing into skin echoing through the air. Soldiers within your home, scrambled from off their sick beds to seek shelter. To seek safety. They never made it far. You and your mother were captured. Now prisoners of war. Dragged to the enemy's general who deemed your knowledge of healing could be used to satisfy his own army.

xx There were days you both attended to the sick, but then there were days your mother had warmed soldiers' bed in order to preserve your own purity. In those nights, you prayed harder to your god of war. Tears falling as you heard the sounds of your mother forcefully satisfying the cruel soldiers in the camp. It never enough. Soon the appetite for one to satisfy all had grown tedious. Boring. Old. You were now in their sights. When they had dragged you from the medical tent, you screamed, cried, and fought only to be struck in the chest or stomach. It was all a sick joke as many of the soldiers laughed, chanting, taunting, and even pinning your crying mother to the earth, forcing her to watch what was about to befall.

xx One solider in particular had claimed you for first lay. His legs straddling over your lap, his hands ripping your clothes down to undergarments. A cruel bolstering laugh leaving his lips as he saw the scars on your thighs. "I hear you every night little mouse", he leaned forward, his all too warm hands pinning your trembling wrists above your head. "Your gods have abandoned you long ago. I am your god now".

xx Prayers fell from your lips as the loud jeers from the soldiers circled your form. Your eyes pinched in horror while you felt you oppressor pull your legs apart positioning himself to finally take you. There was no going back, your gods had long deafened themselves to your pleas.

xx "Please. Save me" a final whispered cry. Then

S I L E N C E

No sounds. The soldiers had seemingly disappeared. All that now surrounded you was blackness that rivaled even the night sky. Every whimper and cry you produced was swallowed by the darkening void, as if something was trying hard to muffle the noise. Had you ascended yourself to a plane of non existence as to rid yourself of what was happening to you? Or had you truly died during the brutal act? You sobbed harder.

Xx “Enough, my little lamb”, a soft touch to your cheek. You flinched against the hold, tears burning hotter as they flowed down your cheeks. A sigh. This voice…did not belong to the solider who was forcing to bed you. No. This voice vibrated the very scene around you, dark and grained like the the burning of a wheat field in the dead of night. You choked a sob, but the voice demanded silence. “No one will hurt you again little lamb”. Though you had refused to open your eyes; you could almost see the warmth that had wrapped around you, cradled your head, and spread through you body like fire. The feelings was almost sickeningly nauseating, like death had just brushed by. Yet, your exhausted form had welcomed it. Your arms circling around the warmth’s neck, face resting against its shoulder. “Please”, another plea, this one answered by a soft kiss to your forehead before a deep chuckle echoed into the void. “Only for you”.

GRAAAAAAWRRRR. Another one that I started a month ago and can’t finish but want to D:. Where has my inspo gooooooooooone. Anywaaaay this was suppose to be a gods/demon fic about James, Max, Xavier, and Seth. They were suppose to be said beings that reader prayed to for whatever reason selfish or not…may come back to this later as I have a constant hardon for all things supernatural. Sigh….obviously not hard enuff for this one but that maybe the burnout talking.

I do not own James, Max, Seth, Xavier, or the VN Bloodlust Devotion. They are @hotpinkmoon s babies

Request done

@blurryansuke590 I hope you like it ^^

I never heard of 'The vampair series' before but I tried my best

Amber, the last of the OCs for Bloodlust devotion for pretty boy Max!

Always subject to change but for now, meet Amber!

Definition of big tiddy goth gf who is a good half head taller than Max.

Quite blunt and akward at first, maybe cold and intimidating to some but quite the softie with family and friends. She tends to get really shy around compliments and hider her face with her hair.

Daily life could get pretty glum if she were to stay all day writing away in her room, so whenever she gets (crippingloneliness) in the mood, she goes out to a nearby park or forest to grab herbs and flowers. With these greens, she combines them with rocks in a glassjar and decorates her home or tries to sell it in the local flower shop.

Usually a dom in bed but she if definitely up for sub if Max feels like it. But degradation is a big nono for her if it's about her body and scars. Not a fan.

Usually wears baggy clothes with flowing skirts, mostly due to her being more confident in them. Pants just feel sorta odd in her eyes but she is trying to change her views to expand her already small wardrobe.

Max is @hotpinkmoon 's OC from upcoming vn bloodlust devotion^^

Go check out their blog

(Nevermind the tags)

@hemlock-haven told me to do an art challenge

So I installed tiktok

Imma go kms I became the thing I swore to destroy, a tiktoker

So yeah new OC ig?

Here is Elnath