Idia Chilling In The Underworld

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Bloodlust devotion appreciation post with my fanon mcs for each LI.

Not Max cuz it didn't fit plus I dont know much about him to have my own headcannons.

Some scenarios I have on my head with the 3 boys represented visually.

Bloodlust devotion is hotpinkmoon's creation and I believe that it is going to be a future game that I will most certainly play. I recommend this to anyone who is into the yandere genre.

My favourite characters I think are Seth and James cuz Seth is relatable and James has feels like a rough dom but will also try not to hurt mc.

If anyone wants an actual post with the details just tell me and I'll try to have it done ^^

Green and purple definitely

Reblog and see if you get a color.

PURPLE: We near never speak, but I do enjoy your presence on my dashboard.

FUCHSIA: I wish I could become your best friend through the internet.

GREY: You leave me with jumbled words.

RED: I’m in love with you.

PINK: I have a crush on you.

TURQUOISE: You’re hot.

CHARTREUSE: I sincerely wish you would notice me.

TEAL: We have quite a lot in common.

BLUE: You are my Tumblr crush.

ORANGE: I dislike your page.

YELLOW: PLEASE FUCK ME.

WHITE: PLEASE MARRY ME.

GREEN: I find you cute.

BLACK: I would date you.

BROWN: I dislike you.

Adding my own SAGAU brainrot to the pile

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Someone is speaking.

It’s in a language you don’t recognise. But you still gravitate towards it without a second thought. You haven’t seen anyone in months. Haven’t heard another person speak in just as long. The whole living as a Disney princess off the land had been going pretty well so far; you had ample food, water and shelter. But you were lonely. Squirrels and birds were cute, but they didn’t understand you. You previously had never gone over a few days without speaking to someone that would speak back. And the lonelier you got, the more uncomfortable you became. Hyper aware of the cold and your lack of shoes, unable to relax due to the roaring sea that crashed constantly against the nearby craigs.

You pause as you reach the edge of the forest. Peering through the thin trees to the sandy beach you had woken up on only a month ago. There’s a woman there, muttering to herself as she paces along the length of the beach. She is also dressed as the character Yelan from Genshin Impact. Blue Hydro vision replica and all.

Still. She’s the first person you’ve seen in months. The first person you’ve seen since you woke up on this beach. It’s not weird enough to dissuade you from making your way down to the beach.

“Hello?” you call out.

For a moment you think she might not have heard you. That your voice, brittle with disuse, was overwhelmed by the crashing waves. You open your mouth again to call out to her again, when she turns sharply towards you.

The words she speaks are just as unfamiliar as before. But the fact that they’re spoken by another person is more than enough to fill you with relief.

“Hello,” you say again. Hopeful that that word is universal enough that she will recognise it as English. Even if she doesn’t speak the language. “Can you understand me?”

The woman—you try not to think of her as Yelan—looks at you consideringly. She takes a step forward, hands flexing at her side, before pausing.

“Greetings,” she says, bowing shallowly. Her accent is entirely foreign to you. Rolling the r and placing hard emphasis on the consonants. It makes her tone sound harsh, even though her body language and voice are relaxed.

You smile uncertainly at her.

“This envoy has been searching for you.” Her words are spoken with obvious care. It’s apparent from the concentration on her face, never mind the awkwardness of her speech, that her English is not fluent. But it’s such a massive relief to find out that she can understand you at all. You can’t help the relieved grin that works its way across your face. There was an envoy? A search party? Send out to find you after all this time? You had half given up on the possibility of ever seeing civilization again.

“Thank you. You’re a live saver. What’s your name?” You ask, after telling her yours.

She looks at you with the same assessing gaze. Taking you in; your scraggly hair, your threadbare clothes, your bare feet.

Whatever it is she’s looking for, she seems to find it. Because she crosses the distance between you, pulling her coat off her shoulders and throwing it over yours. It’s far too narrow to fit comfortably, but the fur trim against your face is so incredibly soft that you can’t resist the urge to brush your cheek against it. You snap out of it a second later, looking down at her with an embarrassed grin.

“This one’s name is Yelan,” she says.

It makes you frown. Maybe she really was nothing more than a weird cosplayer. But even so, this was still a person. One that presumably had a way off this island.

If she was even real. Your heart lurches at the horrible thought that this was some kind of mirage, crafted by your loneliness. An illusion would disappear the moment you took your eyes off her.

Moving faster than you thought possible, you grab her wrist. She feels real. Her arm is solid and warm beneath the thin material of her sleeve. You think you can feel the beating of her hard beneath your fingertips, but it’s just as likely to be your own.

“Sorry, I just-“you drop her hand. Abruptly aware of what you had just done. “Sorry I didn’t mean to. Please don’t leave me here.”

You do not look up and see her expression. Embarrassment and shame mixing in your gut. Instead, keeping you eyes fixed on your feet.

“This one will not leave Guyun Stone Forest alone,” the woman says softly. “Follow.”

She leads you to a shockingly large boat moored not far off the beach. You wonder how it was possible to have missed it. But you know the answer just as quickly as the question had crossed your mind. You had been far to occupied wallowing in your own loneliness in your makeshift shelter. Hidden away from the elements and the outside world alike. You wonder if there were any other similar vessels or search parties you missed.

A hush falls over the vessel as you board. The crew glancing nervously between themselves as Yelan helps you from the rowboat onto the deck.

The silence is cut by the sound of a woman yelling something, in that same unfamiliar language. You look towards the sound and are shocked by the sight of another woman dressed as Beidou. Electro vision catching the sun light as she walks towards them, chatting jovially all the while.

You are suddenly hit by the thought that what if there are not just a bunch of cosplayers working in search and rescue. After all what kind of search party had access to an eighteenth-century style vessel with canvas sails and rigging? You look up, towards the crow’s nest, and sure enough there’s a young man there dressed like Kaedehara Kazuha.

You look back down at the woman dressed as Beidou. You look at her vibrant purple eye, her overly confident demeanour and say, “Beidou?”

The woman, Beidou, tilts her head to the side as she says something that you assume to be a greeting or acknowledgement of some kind. She looks to Yelan with a predatory smile speaking all the while.

You don’t have much time to process the revelation before Yelan is grabbing you by the upper arm and leading you beneath the deck. Grip far too firm to be a mere suggestion. You suddenly feel incredibly overwhelmed. Is this some kind of Isekai scenario?

Yelan opens a door to a cabin, escorting you inside and finally letting you go. The cabin is sparse, little more than a bad nailed to one corner with a hempen blanket, and a bucket in the other.

“You’re name… it’s really Yelan right?”

“Do not leave this room,” she says in lieu of an answer. “Listen to the captain, listen to this one. This one promises Your Grace will reach the shores of Liyue Harbor safely.”

She leaves. Locking the door behind her.

You watch the closed door with disbelief. Waiting a moment before checking the latch, verifying that it really was locked—it was—before sinking to the ground in a daze.

And just like that you’re alone once again. Only this time, rather than being stranded on an island surrounded by friendly fauna and the open sky, you’re stuck in the dank hull of a ship all by yourself. You want to curl up in a ball on the bed. Only you can feel the boat creak and shudder around you. You’re too scared to move from you perch on the floor, one hand braced against a bed leg. Scared that the moment you let go the boat will lurch, and you’ll be flung across the room.

You realise that Yelan (Yelan from Genshin Impact) said that you would reach the shores of Liyue Harbor. But she never said what would happen afterwards.

It is, by far, the worst possible scenario. You can feel the panic building inside you. All-encompassing, loneliness forgotten. You feel the sting of betrayal. You had followed Yelan in good faith. Thinking that she was your path to rescue, your safety line. Only… for this.

The boat lurches, waves crashing deafeningly against the hull. It drives all thought from your mind other than fear. You’ve never been on a boat like this before. Never been beneath deck in a ship where you could smell wet wood. Where the ship was weak, flimsy enough that you could picture it smashing against the water after the drop from a tall wave.

The ocean only becomes more violent as you fall further into your state of blind panic. Louder and louder. More and more violent. You realise now, just how gentle the waves against the rocky outcrops of Guyun Sone Forest had been. The bucket, the only loose thing in the room, starts rolling around. Getting thrown around more and more violently as the boat crashes down on the uneven sea, again and again and again.

You know without a doubt, that this is the worst day of your life. You wonder how long the voyage to Liyue Harbor is meant to be.

This is great and I love this

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Chapter 13: Interlude

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@we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono 's Request is done!

Im actually not at home rn as Im visiting family so I couldnt really get into the nitty-gritty of the illustration.

Yelan👁👄👁

(Ngl I would let her step on me) jk/.... unless?

No but seriously, Hoyoverse here doing these disgustingly beautiful details and my pencils and my lack of skill just cant cope.

Tbh I gave Yelan different shoes cuz I didnt find a good reference 😭😭😭

She is hot af

SIDNEYYYYY OMG

I MISSED UR COMICS SOMUCH

Sydney Comic Page 2/5

I really love the scene where you get to yell at him. :3c

Open image in new tab for bigger quality. Edit: Why did no one tell me there was a typo? I fixed it. But golly. Embarrassing. ////

AAAAAAA

OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUV

I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY DAY!!!

Yippeeeee 🥳🎉🪅🎂🎁

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Bonded pair, do not separate.

The winners for the polls were gore, Mystery OC, and Dawsin! Y'all were THIS CLOSE to getting nsfw of them but it didn't work out!! Guess you'll just have to fuck them in-game ANYWAY this is completely inaccurate and couldn't even DREAM of being canon, Dawsin is incredibly harmless. Unless, of course, you were to hurt one of his loved ones :33 He and the other creature are a bonded pair, important to mention he wasn't drawn with his proper colors, he is exclusive uwu Also his other half is a massive masochist so he'd be having fun anyway

This made me feel so scared

100% recommended, I loved it

So I hear a serial killer Jade 👀 go on. (Ooh as someone that likes tru crime this gave me an idea but I would love to hear more from u)

I have been watching a lot of true crime lately, so it gave me inspiration. I think Jade would be scarier as a serial killer than Floyd. Jade would tear you apart, piece by piece, slowly and methodically—starting with your mentality and working his way outside. Floyd’s kills would be dependent on his mood swings. Most of his murders would be a spur of the moment thing and they’re all violent and angry deaths. At the very least, you won’t have a chance to feel scared because Floyd’s quick about it (most of the time).

I’ll share my brief thoughts below!

(cw: yandere, female reader, pregnancy mention, unhealthy relationship/behaviors, mentions of murder/death/violence, kidnapping/captivity, mentions of blood/gore, drugging)

Ever since police discovered a body half-submerged in the river, his eyes gouged, face scratched, body bruised and littered with scrapes, people have started wondering who or what could have done such a brutal thing. The man was missing his left arm; it had been seemingly severed with a sharp blade and was wrapped expertly. Dark crimson bled through the bandages. There was also a gaping hole in his chest, exposing pearly bone and strings of tissue. His heart was missing. A few fingers had been chopped off and what remained was bandaged stubs, but other characteristics that may be used to identify the body remained intact. It turned out to be a man with a shady past. He’d had his fair share of run-ins with the authorities, but he had been on track for nearly five years now. Those who knew him claimed he had been working to fix his life.

In other words, he wasn’t anyone special. Just your random citizen stuck in a bad place at a bad time.

As the authorities work to piece together this crime and identify what truly killed the man (because there are so many possibilities as the coroner encounters new findings during the autopsy), the city is gripped with fear, curiosity, and disgust. Just what sick person could be capable of such a heinous crime? And why did they remove the man’s heart? Why was it so violent?

By the time another body shows up—this one is female—and police note that her heart has also been harvested from her chest cavity, along with some other organs (liver and intestines), they’re certain it’s the same person. Interestingly enough, her eyes were untouched, blindfolded with a thick strip of cloth.

Is it a cannibal? Is it a monster? No one really knows, and police haven’t the faintest clue on who to look for. Without a potential suspect, they’re stuck building the list from the ground up. Like the man, the woman was also no one of importance. She was a prostitute who had been disowned by her mother and, according to the autopsy, she had been two months into a pregnancy.

With the careful way the organs were extracted, police begin to wonder if the killer is connected to the organ trafficking business. They certainly seem to know their way around a dissection and human anatomy. Perhaps they’re someone in the medical field? It’s anyone’s guess, really.

But from comparing the bodies, they can see a few similarities. The hearts were removed, the eyes were either gouged or covered, and both the man and woman had been dumped in their respective locations after they had been killed. 

As police tell reporters they’re working to solve this case, someone brings up a valid question. Are there any other bodies out there that have yet to be discovered?

Police don’t want to assume that this killer’s body count is higher than what they’ve already found, but it’s a possibility they can’t scratch off the list. The killer targeted unimportant people, but who knows where and when they’ll strike next. If they can kill a pregnant woman so viciously, what’s stopping them from moving onto children? The elderly? 

They must be stopped. 

- - -

Jade Leech loves humans.

He loves their weaknesses, their vulnerabilities, their anatomy, their taste. There really isn’t anything special about his murders. He doesn’t do it for the thrill or because he’s trying to prove an outlandish point. He does it simply because he’s hungry. Because regular meals can no longer satisfy him and humans are so easy to capture and dismantle. 

Azul and Floyd do not know of his obsession and he intends to keep it that way. Both lead promising lives and his is so shrouded in darkness. Should a day come when he’s caught, it would spell trouble for those around him. Floyd has his face; the amount of hate and ostracism he’ll receive will certainly crush him. Azul’s business might even go down with Jade. After all, no one wants to be associated with a serial killer. Therefore, Jade has resolved to hide this world-altering secret from his brother and friend.

He wears a mask to hide his sharp teeth. He makes sure to take transformation potions so that the effect won’t wear off and his monstrous form won’t be exposed to humans. He is polite and respectful—an upstanding member of human society. He keeps his distance, he blends in with the crowd, and he only ever targets those who have been cast aside by society. Rejects in his eyes—people who are no longer cared for by the world. What poor, fragile things. Jade will be sure their sacrifices are not in vain. He will make an adequate meal out of them, and whatever’s left can serve as fertilizer for his dear plants and mushrooms. 

Although it is comical to throw a bone to the police every now and then. The two bodies he dumped—one in the river and the other in a waste bin in some dingy alley—didn’t taste edible at all. He supposes that’s what happens when humans ruin their bodies with alcohol and drugs and other harmful substances. They were of no use to him. They could not feed him. What sorry lumps of human flesh. They weren’t even worth becoming fertilizer.

He meets you through Azul. You’re Azul’s personal fitness trainer and every morning the two of you set off on your mile run. It kills Azul and he hates it, but he does it anyways because a good businessman ought to stay in shape. You’re so encouraging; you match Azul’s pace, you tell him it’s okay to take breaks, and you praise him for doing well. Your behaviors are genuine and kind; you care for Azul and his health. And after a year of this routine, it seems like Azul cares for you, too. 

Jade accompanies the two of you on your runs sometimes, as will Floyd if he’s feeling it. Azul can’t stand it when the two of them join in and he’ll get quite defensive about his reasoning whenever Floyd pokes fun. Jade finds it amusing to see Azul grow flustered and huffy over something so simple. It’s very cute. What’s cuter, though, is you. You’re not a reject, you’re important, you have connections. You’re conscious of your health, you treat your body carefully, and you’re very capable. You are, in Jade’s mismatched eyes, a premium meal. 

When you reach the end of your run, sweaty and thoroughly energized, and you lift your shirt to wipe at your face Jade can’t help staring at your stomach. It’s cute; you’re cute. Every inch of you, from top to bottom, has him salivating. He wonders what face you might make as he slices into you with deadly precision. What will your blood taste like? What will your heart taste like? What noises will you make? Will you scream and cry? Will you fight him? 

Alas, his interest in you is troublesome. People will notice when you go missing. They will come looking. They care about you. Jade supposes that securing high-quality ingredients will prove to be a challenge. This isn’t like the others he’s killed and eaten. This is different; this is risky. But he can’t stop his thoughts from running wild as he observes you from afar, noting how you move, how you interact with other humans, how you light up when you cheer for Azul.

He must plan accordingly if he wishes to take you for himself. In the meantime, he’ll have to settle for street food. 

Jade will have you. It’s only a matter of time. Patience is key, after all, and a skilled hunter like himself knows how to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike.

And when he does finally steal you away after months and months of preparation and practice, you’re horrified. Understandably so, considering his hobby is not legal or morally correct. He’ll console you in a soft voice, but it doesn’t do anything to soothe the fear. Now that you see him without his mask it becomes clear that he’s not entirely human. No human could have sets of teeth that sharp. His teeth are designed for shredding the toughest of flesh. 

You learn that he’s the serial killer everyone’s been talking about on the news. You also learn that his motive isn’t to kill you for the fun or thrill of it. He intends to dissect you, devour every possible organ and limb he can until all that remains are your bones and gallons of drained blood. He’s insane. And when he forces some strange liquid down your throat and you feel yourself growing numb and tired, you plead with a heavy tongue. He’s looking over you like a butcher readying his knives and, as desperation and fear mount, you blurt the first excuse that pops into your head.

You tell him you’re pregnant.

And why should that matter? Jade does not care about pregnancy or human children. But when he sees the tender way you hold your stomach, tears staining your pretty skin, he feels...something. Perhaps he’s conflicted. Perhaps the sight warms his cold heart. 

“Pregnant.” He repeats the word slowly, testing it on his tongue. “You’re pregnant.”

“I am!” You force your eyelids open, willing yourself to stay awake. The moment you fall asleep is the moment your life ends. You can’t let that happen. “I found out a f-few weeks ago. So please don’t do this. Y-You can kill me if you want, but please wait until the baby’s born. Please...”

Nine months. That’s the normal gestation period for human young. Nine months is a long time to wait for a premium meal. He’ll certainly grow restless within the first few months. What is he meant to do with your child once it’s born? Is he meant to devour them as well? He really has no use for a child, but if it’s yours he can make an exception for you. 

“Who is the father?”

“A-Azul.”

"Hm.” His eyes cloud over with an unreadable emotion. “Is Azul aware of this?”

“Not yet. I... I was going to tell him soon.”

Jade frowns. Things just became far more complicated than he anticipated. 

“Very well.” He sets his tools aside, peering down at you on the metal examination table. “You will live for nine months. I shall care for you up until the day you give birth.” His hand lingers on the largest knife in his collection, a subtle warning. “I’m certain you already know the consequences that come with an escape attempt.”

You nod frantically, weakly struggling in your restraints. “T-Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Jade's scrutinizing gaze travels from your face to your throat to your abdomen, and he lifts your shirt to observe your stomach. And then he looks back at you and, in a gentler tone, says, “What would you like for dinner? I’ll prepare something nutritional for you.”

You list a random food, slurring the words incoherently, before your eyes shut altogether and you succumb to the sedative.

You’ll have a few months to work out an escape—if one is even possible. Pray that Jade does not discover your lie in the meantime. If he learns that you are not truly pregnant...

It’s a race against the clock and Jade’s perceptive intelligence.