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sleepyminty · 7 months
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So i started playing path to nowhere and goodlord w-women
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rosemaze-reveries · 6 months
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oh my god can i be embarrassing for a second . pleas
lady pearl invites you to her boudoir to "go over a few exercises with you" (she doesn't specify that she would be posing you flush against the wall for this "practice," or that she would be sandwiching you this close) 🙄🙄 the clicks of her pearls && her cigar scented breaths leave you spellbound but you try your best to follow her pace ,, only for her to pull away with a little half smile to say "you've never had a proper lover before, have you, sweetheart? let me handle the rest"
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airdst · 7 months
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"Already at the scene. The number of personnel is… one."
Rahu's detailed CGs from Rain Burst
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reaper2187 · 1 month
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Countess Chelsea x sinner female reader
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In the twilight's embrace, you sauntered towards Chelsea's lavish estate. Your heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. You had heard whispers of her reputation—a femme fatale who ensnared men with her magnetic charm and left them shattered in her wake. But tonight, it was different. Chelsea had sent for you, the notorious and unapologetic sinner.
As you approached the towering gates, a shiver coursed down your spine. The air crackled with an enigmatic tension. You lifted the heavy knocker and let it fall with a metallic thud. A moment later, the gates swung open, revealing a world both alluring and menacing.
The sprawling gardens were bathed in golden moonlight, casting an ethereal glow on the manicured lawns and towering trees. You followed the winding path that led to the magnificent mansion, its opulent facade a testament to Chelsea's wealth and power.
At the top of the grand staircase, you paused, your breath catching in your throat. Chelsea stood before you, an enigmatic figure enveloped in a shimmering gown that revealed glimpses of alabaster skin. Her piercing gaze held you captive, sending a surge of electricity through your body.
'My dear, I've been expecting you,' she purred, her voice a velvet caress. 'Chelsea, they call me. And to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?'
You swallowed hard, your voice trembling slightly. 'You...you sent for me.'
'Indeed I did,' Chelsea replied, a knowing smile playing on her lips. 'Your reputation precedes you. A temptress who revels in the forbidden. I have a proposition for you.'
She extended her hand towards you, its touch sending shivers of desire up your spine. 'Become my mistress, and I will grant you untold riches and indulgence. But be warned, my love, your soul will belong to me.'
You hesitated for a moment, torn between the tantalizing offer and the perilous path it would lead you down. But curiosity consumed you, and you couldn't resist the temptation.
'I accept,' you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.
Chelsea's lips curled into a triumphant smirk. 'Excellent. We will begin our illicit affair immediately.'
She led you down a private hallway, her hand gently guiding yours. As doors opened before you, you were transported to a world of forbidden pleasures. Lavish banquets, aromatic wines, and seductive company awaited you at every turn.
Chelsea was like a spider weaving her web, luring you deeper into her lair. She showered you with attention, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and ignited a fire within you that you had never felt before. But with each blissful moment, a seed of doubt began to germinate in your heart.
Chelsea was not just a woman of beauty and desire; she was a predator who fed on the souls of those who dared to love her. Her promises of riches and happiness were nothing more than empty words. You realized that you were not merely her lover but her puppet, a pawn in her treacherous game.
As the days turned into weeks, your once-strong spirit began to crumble under Chelsea's relentless manipulation. You found yourself consumed by guilt and despair, your life spiraling out of control. But even in your darkest hour, a glimmer of hope emerged from the depths of your shattered heart.
You knew that you had to escape Chelsea's clutches, no matter the cost. One night, as she slept soundly by your side, you slipped out of the mansion and ran for your life.
The world outside was cold and unforgiving, but you were determined to rebuild your broken existence. You sought solace in the depths of your pain, vowing never to become entangled in Chelsea's web of deception again.
And so, my dear sinner, your journey continued. A journey of redemption and self-discovery, where the scars of the past became badges of your resilience. You emerged from the darkness, not as the temptress you once were, but as a warrior who had escaped the clutches of the wicked and lived to tell the tale.
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veraberetta · 2 months
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Cassiarnet daydream I had, If you don't get it just fill the gaps with imagination please 🫵🫰 Read from R to L, I read so much manga I just automatically start drawing in that order.
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ekail · 9 months
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this is how the last event went right??
I LOVE YOU ADELA
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seraphiism · 10 months
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❀ ゚. ༄ ┊ 𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ;
( THERE'S THIS SOMETHING INSIDE YOU THAT'S ROTTING AWAY & YOU FEEL IT ALL ALONG. )
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characters : zoya • hamel quote cr : sylvia plath ; haruki murakami a/n : reader is not necessarily the chief :^) . also i love ptn hamel is my wife .
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↬ zoya ࿐ ࿔
THIS CORPSEBORN IS MADE OF DESTRUCTION & VIOLENCE IS ALL SHE KNOWS, THIS SURVIVOR OF THE SYNDICATE. because it is much easier to wreak havoc than to speak strained words of diplomacy, so with bloodied knuckles and aching hands, zoya speaks volumes in her rise in the rankings of a place gone wrong with relentless betrayal and reckless abandon.
but in the haze of red, red, red violence, there is something akin to love that lingers in the heart. you wrap the bandages around her hands, touch gentle and tired. you are too familiar with this routine ; this is nothing new -- it's not, never will be, yet there is this foreign heaviness that settles on your chest : a far cry warning that you want to ignore and acknowledge all the same.
something is coming. something is brewing beneath it all, something has been here all along, something so terrifying is going to twist and turn everything and everyone into something they are not and never should be.
something is coming, should she continue down this route. something tells you, in this moment, in this air that should be made of tenderness and belonging, that you will lose her, that things will go wrong and her own strength and resilience will be her own damnation.
your hands tremble when you kiss those bandaged knuckles. zoya smiles, faint.
"don't overthink." she tells you, fingers lifting your chin ever so slightly as she looks at you with a quiet pride. "i'll be fine."
there's that confidence that always rings true, and you hope she will be right, for her own sake and for everyone's sake.
"you have to be." you whisper as she pulls you closer, and when her lips meet yours, you are afraid to let go.
↬ hamel ࿐ ࿔
THIS IS A VERY LONELY PLACE, THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA, BUT THIS IS HER STAGE : AN ENDING, AN ILLUSION OF JOY THAT CRUMBLES BENEATH THE WEIGHT OF DESPAIR AND CORRUPTION.
this is the home of a dancer frozen in the pits of sorrows ; this is the home of a savior who knows nothing but selflessness. this is the home of someone you love, and if you let this continue on, this will become her burial site.
you feel like you are drowning. you feel like you are so far away from her, the seemingly calm waves a deception to the madness in the tides.
"this is not your home, hamel." you whisper the words like it is sacred, like you are afraid. because you are-- you are, because you know that you cannot win this battle, know that the return to shore will be a path you take alone. "it never was. your grief is not theirs. you can--" and your voice breaks. "you can come home, please."
time does not pass in this place. you feel frozen, as if your heart stills, only to beat once more when she laces her fingers with yours, offers the most gentlest of smiles. but on the curve of her lips resides a heartache, and you know that this will end in the shattering of the soul and the continuing decay of a dancer's spirit.
"you're right." she answers, and her voice is so light, almost drowned in the waves. "but who will carry it for them?"
she squeezes your hand. it is a dreadful feeling. you cannot speak, feel yourself succumb to devastation, so she does, instead.
"my grief is not yours, either. it's alright. please, go home." hamel tells you, and her smile grows, but it is a pained one, and it is one that you will remember until the end of time.
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ghostlynighty · 5 months
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Hi, can I request PtN character's of your pick with a vision user reader?
Female Chief with a vision user reader!
pairings : female chief x vision holder reader
requested : yessir
warning(s) : uh not prooread
I've picked chief for this ask, I hope that is okay. Reader's vision is electro.
meeting each other :
• chief met you around syndicate when she heard news that there could be a new potential sinner. she brought along hella and hecate to investigate your case.
• they saw you looking beat up and with what seems to be lighting covering your entire body and your weapon. you were alone fighting all of the corruptors and monsters.
• after clearing off all of the monsters, chief arrested you and immediately shackled you. Well, tried to. she was confused to see that nothing was happening, it wasn't working.
• there she new that you were no ordinary sinner, no ordinary human for that matter. she kept on thinking this until you told her about your situation.
• so you weren't from here, you were from a world called teyvat and suddenly appeared here when you walked along a path that doesn't lead to nowhere? yeah, she thinks bs. it sounded like a story you tell to a child.
• after a little bit showing how your powers works and some stories about teyvat, chief was starting that maybe you are telling the truth.
how would she react :
• when chief finally accepted that you are not from here...she didn't really know how to react but she also thought that she has encountered a lot of impossible things before, so she just treated it as a normal thing.
• chief was fascinated with you, especially with your vision. you've told how people in your world get these, it was a gift from the gods, you said.
• even after getting together, chief was still amazed with this power you have. it gave you the power to manipulate lighting or in your term, electro. this shouldn't really be new to chief since a lot of sinners have some kind of powers as well, some sinners even have this lighting kind of power. so she doesn't know why she's so amazed by yours...it might because of chief's feelings for you but who knows.
• though she does find it very irritating when you would try to tease her with it.
"I forgot to ask, love. Can you also control the storm with this?" Chief asked you while you two were just hanging out in her office. She had a lot of paper works again, you immediately noticed that this was a normal thing for your lover. A bit concerning actually.
"Nope, I can't. That will be too much, I believe." You sat up from the couch in the office, slowly approaching your lover. You were bored and feeling a little mischievous. Maybe one spark would be enough?
"Ouch! Hey!" You laughed when Chief jumped, holding her arms where you gave her a light spark of lighting. Chief glared at you, rubbing her arms to soothe out the pain.
You giggled, telling her that it didn't hurt that bad. To apologize for your actions, you sat down on her lap, cuddling with her as she works on her papers.
Having a lover that has the power to control lighting-electro didn't really affect chief much. What's kind of affecting her is you being from a different world. She won't know what to do when you go back.
If one day, you found a way to go back to your world, maybe, just maybe, she could come with you and spent the rest of your lives together there. Teyvat seems to be a lot better than DisCity.
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roysristi · 7 months
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eggtomatosoup · 8 hours
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her design is so busy (gacha disease) trying to figure out how i want to draw it.
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wing pattern from first cg. While drawing this I started missing drawing apocalypse bird's gift.....
second image to emphasize how I have no clue Whatever is going on in there. ptn.... please...
Older yao has bluer/whiter fire because it's hotter(temperature) Idk. Idk. I liked her event story
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vyingbloom · 7 months
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no i will never move on from prince cinnabar.. the only prince in my fairytale fantasies... i wish i was the horse she's petting. or perhaps the leash she's holding..............
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rosemaze-reveries · 2 months
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""" l'enfer, c'est les autres """ 😭
lamia once said she's never actually seen the ocean despite having such an affinity for it, so all I can think is ah!! she got her wish!! (even though this still probably isn't the real ocean)
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airdst · 6 months
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Coquelic: Do you think you can easily toy with people's lives? Do you think you can easily defeat me?
Shalom: I wouldn't dare, Mentor. I know your time is much longer than mine. You know better than me what is destined.
Shalom vs Coquelic in Flora Unfurl — happy first anniversary event!
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elysiansugar · 2 months
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🌿#⠀Looks like . . . someone's about to be preyed on . . .
☆⠀credit if use
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mawu-yama · 3 months
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happy birthday ariel 🌹
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fox-on-duty · 22 days
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laby, PTN
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first art post here, should I post more? I'm mainly a PTN fan.
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