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withered-owll · 1 year

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„Good old days but not really…”

"The sun was slowly going down. Merchants were slowly closing their stalls and stores at the nearby market. To Xiyang, it was just another day of work in the tea shop owned by his buyer. He was about to place the last of the boxes filled with camomile tea from the latest delivery when he heard a familiar voice calling out to him from the distance. "Xiyang!" Another monkey with fur the color of Chinese almond cookies was running towards him, waving her hand with a big smile plastered on her face. Right after her followed a female demon with ghostly pale skin and short dark hair. One of her horns was broken off, but she didn't seem to mind. She followed the smaller monkey with an amused yet soft smile. "Huh?" The dark auburn monkey demon turned around. "Chu-Hua! Momo!" He exclaimed, placing the last box down with the rest, before the smaller monkey jumped onto him, hugging him tightly. A shy blush crept upon his cheeks as Chu-Hua squeezed him. "Are you done for today?" she asked, letting him go and taking a few steps back. "I'll have to check in with Master first to make sure he doesn't need anything else, why?" He tilted his head slightly. "Chu-Hua wanted to hand out since apparently it's been 'sooo looong' since we did," Momo chimed in, imitating Chu-Hua's voice, and approached the other two monkeys. "I don't sound like that!" The almond-furred monkey scowled, looking at her friend. "Sure you don't," the demon rolled her hyacinthine eyes at the other. making Xiyang let out a soft chuckle. Chu-Hua was about to say something else when they heard the ear-piercing sound of a horn. They all froze. All of the slaves in the village were being called to gather on the main street. Their celestial masters were going to conduct a weekly census earlier than expected."

Today I come to you with some OC stuff :3 I intoduce to you: Liling's adoptive parents- Xiyang and Chu-Hua along with their friend Momo :DD [I promise to someday learn how to draw backgtounds properly but for now this shall do!]

See ya next time! *skiddadles*

#lego monkie kid #li ling #xiyang #chu-hua #lmk ocs #lmk #lost calamity au #lmk oc #lmk oc art #lmk shadowpeach au #side characters?#lmk fanfiction #fanfic #fluff before angst >:3 #if i suffer y'all suffering with me!#love y'all <3 #found family

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kaybzzart · 9 months

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"Being the farmer's husband isn't always easy :')"

Inspired by my actual playthrough, almost dying in the mines one day, getting the junimo plush the next day.

(There's like - 3 different coloring styles here. I'm still trying to figure that out ahah)

#took me some time #but i'm pretty happy with the result #harvey is suffering sorry honey #it's a classic sdv experience i guess #i try to be funny #i hope to get a chuckle out of y'all #stardew valley #art #my art #sdv #sdv harvey #harvey stardew valley #sdv farmer #stardew valley harvey #stardew fanart #stardew farmer #farmer x harvey #mustachio man tag

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sweeteastart · 1 month

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It's you ! :)

Despite everything it's still you.

Despite everything....

it's still you...

My attempt at the Undertale template with my dear Legend ! Took the highway and decided to destroy him. It was based on a talk about how Lege and the Chain meeting his younger self would go I had with @lennsart ! All of that based on a fic idea they had and from there it went downhill for Lege.

Illustrations without the text box under the cut

#I TOLD Y'ALL HE WOULD SUFFER #IM DEEP INTO IT GUYS #also first ever fully rendered LU illustration for me #yeahhhh #took me three evenings #its been a while since drawings took me this long #lu legend #lu #linked universe #drawing #digital art #sweeteastart

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crystalflygeo · 1 year

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The dragon and the sacrificial lamb ft. eroded!Zhongli + gn!reader

cw/tags: rape/non-con, angst, bad ending, yandere-ish zhongli? feral/eroded zhongli, biting, crying, restraints (courtesy of improper use of geo as usual ehe)

notes: Alright this is a special one get ready. There's two "version" of this story bc I couldn't decide which path I liked more. This one is the dark/bad ending. Both stories are exactly the same at the start, changing a few word here and there but then reach a point where they divert completely in reactions/emotions and the underlying feeling of the stories are very different. They can be read independently ofc so by all means feel free to choose which tags you vibe with more or enjoy picking up the differences between both!

Bittersweet ending version here!!

Once upon a time…

A long, long time ago…

The people of Liyue revered their beloved Archon Rex Lapis. Just and kind, he led his nation for millennia, upholding order and contracts, defeating countless enemies, and defending their safe Harbor.

It is said the Lord of Geo took a human as partner, and fell in love deep and pure.

And his partner loved him just as much.

A love that would tragically become a twisted obsession.

It is said the God understood that even he himself was not immune to erosion, and it would one day be his downfall. So, he made sure his people were ready to live on without him. That his adepti were strong enough to subdue him if the day ever came.

As for his lover… well…

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Your bare feet crunch along the soft grass as you run and run, panting, gasping for air, almost tripping and letting out a yelp but quickly regaining balance and scurrying faster, past the falling golden ginkgo leaves, past the soft sound of rushing waters.

The golden sunset is gorgeous, dying the sky pink and orange with pastel hues but you simply ignore it, having grown tired of it, sick even. It is fake, an illusion. Just as everything else in this adeptal abode.

Everything except, of course, you and the beast you are currently fleeing from.

It is useless to try to escape, this you know, and your heart clenches painfully as tears prickle at your eyes. You’ve done this before, played this game many many times. But at least for one moment… just one moment…

A roar turns your blood to ice and against all common sense you look over your shoulder to see a massive long dragon twisting in the air and diving straight towards you.

Your legs tremble and fail you as you fall down, the grass is soft but your body aches, tired, burning. You scramble around frantically to stare at the beast again and your eyes widen in panic as it lands right on top of you, majestic and terrifying, caging you with its serpentine body. The golden claws alone are as long as your forearms, digging on the ground at either side of you.

You whimper.

The dragon lowers his head, growling at you, fangs mere inches apart and you squeeze your eyes shut, tears running down your face.

“Why do you run away from me?”

“Leave me alone!” You scream.

“Are you not happy with me? My mate?”

At the words you only sob harder.

Mate.

Oh, how much joy did that word bring you once. And now you can only feel your heart shatter.

You feel a shift in the wind, in the energy, in the light around you, and when you open your eyes, the massive dragon has faded to a more human appearance. He changes back to the form you’re most used to.

Long strands of dark hair tipped amber, striking golden eyes with stunning red lines that highlight their sharpness, a handsome face and a muscular body with arms died black, and lines of gold… lines that run along his cheek and down his neck. Cracks, like a broken glass, like scars, under his eyes and around his chest, ruining the pristine skin and unable to disappear despite his ability to change forms.

The undeniable marks of erosion.

You snap back to attention when he dips down and starts nosing at your neck, his hands pulling at the robe you’re wearing, the only article of clothing you picked up before scurrying away from the mansion. It parts open easily, revealing your naked body to his eyes, littered in past bruises, hickeys and bite marks. Claims from the dragon.

“W-wait. Stop-!” You try to push him back, panicked, desperately pressing your palms against his broad shoulders, but of course he’s immovable as stone.

You kick and trash until he gets irritated and suddenly your arms are immobilized, held above your head and pressed onto the ground by heavy geo cuffs.

“Submit.” He growls.

You squirm a little more until your body sags into the ground, exhausted, panting. There is no use. Instead, you shudder as his hands grope and rub all over your body, rough and callous.

He spreads your legs and slots between them as your breath catches. His palm presses at a spot on your navel possessively, a glittering geo symbol engraved on your skin there, glowing subtly like his horns. You whine.

Then his touch goes lower and teases at your entrance, circling the hole and dipping in just barely.

“Z-Zhongli-!”

Another growl comes out of his throat, deep and guttural. “You dare speak another man’s name in my presence? In my realm? When you belong to me?!”

Your whole body shakes, with rage, with fear. Your heart about to burst. You grit your teeth and glare at the dragon god with as much venom as you can.

“I don’t belong to you!”

He snarls, eyes widening to serpentine slits.

“Insolent. No matter, I’ll fill you up again and show you.”

The eroded God leans down to bite at your neck and you yelp, sharp fangs break your skin and you cry as you feel the warm blood spill. His claws prick at your thighs as he starts unceremoniously humping against you. The ridges on his draconic cock making your hole twitch and you gasp as he presses in, dipping slightly inside your thigh warmth. No need to prepare your body after so many years of coupling. Your hole already soft and molded to him like a worn-out toy.

“No, please… n-no.” Your voice breaks, tears running down your face.

Everything turns blurry, fuzzy, and your head spins.

How had things ended up like this?

You see no love in his eyes, no recognition. And you don’t recognize him either anymore. This creature, this beast… he is not your lover. He is not Zhongli…

And hasn’t been for who knows how long…

Zhongli raises one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder while straddling the other and pushes further in the slick warmth, ignoring the sounds you make. “Too big! I can’t-!” You scream and it just urges him to slam it in. “No- Ahh!” Sheathed all the way to the hilt, Zhongli groans as you clench around him.

He immediately starts thrusting and you feel the world tilt. It’s all too much, the sound of skin slapping against skin, your walls getting battered by his thick member, his animalistic grunts and groans, and the way your body betrays you… a speck of pleasure mixed in with the pain.

It's so cruel.

“Sto- gh! Stop it! Zhongli, please…!” You sob.

Zhongli hisses, muscles taut and flexing as his hips buck into yours, finally finding that spot that has you choking out a moan, your body shivers, forced to surrender and feel everything, a hot coil building on your lower stomach where the mark of geo glows as he continues to take what he wants from your struggling form. He laps at your skin and nuzzles there, almost lovingly. “Mine.”

Your moans start turning sweeter, previously pained sounds turning to vocalizations of carnal lust, your eyes glassy. You try to fight it, conflicted, but the stimulation is too much.

You come with a raw cry through gritted teeth, tears flowing down your cheeks and your own juices coating your skin causing you to feel dirty in more ways than one. Zhongli continues through your overstimulated state, chasing his own pleasure as his thrust become erratic until finally, he stills deep inside and moans long and low, painting your insides white.

You feel him twitch inside you and groan, absolutely exhausted, overwhelmed with emotions, feeling sick, used and abused. He lowers your leg but doesn’t bother pulling out, keeping you there as he nips at your skin, murmuring soft words. “My mate. All pretty and filled up. All mine. Love you.”

You can’t bear to hear those words, spoken in the voice you continue to love after all this time. It shatters your soul, breaking it to pieces like the corroded dragon’s destroyed mind.

Feeling about to pass out, you close your eyes and your head lolls to the side, sniffling against your own forearm as tears continue to fall. “I love… Zhongli. Miss him. I hate you…”

He dissolves the geo shackles into specks of gold and holds your unconscious body in his arms, satisfied with the claims and scent he’s left on you. His tail swishes slowly, pleased with himself as he carries you back to the abode’s mansion.

Home.

Were he’ll keep you safe, bound to him.

Forever and always.

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…It is said that his lover is the key to keep the eroded God confined.

Trapped by the possessive dragon in a sealed realm, to keep him ensnared, enchanted and bound to them.

Until they both turn to dust.

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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 2 months

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So y'all know that Vergil only has 2 "earthly" possessions left (Yamato and his poetry book) right? Well, does anyone else think about the fact that Nero has "owned" both of those items? Nero's Devil Bringer had/has Yamato inside it (or however you want to put that) and now, post 5, has Vergil's poetry book. At the end of 5, Vergil gives what he can to his son (since he can't return Yamato to Nero). HE IS TRUSTING NERO WITH ONE OF THE TWO THINGS HE OWNS. . . . I don't know it just makes me feel sad. Vergil can't make up for what he's done (and hasn't done) but he can show that he cares about (and, dare I say, loves) Nero. Not to mention the fact Vergil is replicating what his own Father (Sparda) did. Given we don't know how long the twins had their swords in comparison to when Sparda disappeared/died.

Bonus thought: Post DMC 4 Nero has always had a piece of his Father with him: Yamato, V (quite literally a piece), now the book. Even though Vergil wasn't there for Nero in a physical sense- Vergil has been with Nero for as long as Dante has.

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fromtheseventhhell · 2 months

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"I have no sister." The words were knives. What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister? | Jon VI

--metaphorical knives at feigning neutrality regarding his sister

Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger's hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. "Ghost," he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold... | Jon XIII

--literal knives from breaking that neutrality to save her

#jon snow #arya stark #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #it's like poetry it rhymes #Jon is just destined to suffer over his love for Arya huh 😭#god when is it finally their turn to reunite and be happy??#people read this and really think he would've done the same for anyone other then Arya?? the delusion is strong #gatekeeping their relationship from the heathens that try and turn Arya into just a /proxy for family/ y'all aren't worthy #George did NOT have to go this hard when writing about them but I am so glad that he did #/Jon will want me even if no one else does/ you have no idea 🥹#and when Arya parallels this by leaving the FM when she hears of his death I'm gonna be losing my mind

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