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request finished

@imadumdumjewel I hope you like it

I was experimenting with markers so it looks a bit messy

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.”

I got my mfing alevel results from January today

All a* baby

This is such a serotonin boost for this god forsaken bullshit week.

I still got like 4 exams next week but at least I got confirmation that I already got 2 Alevels in the bag.

Bld comic I felt like doing cuz I was feeling kinda sad lol

Anyways its kinda corny but I tried

James ---> @hotpinkmoon

Request done

@blurryansuke590 I hope you like it ^^

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

I wanna know if Im alone in this lmao

OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!

You absolutely got Eve’s reaction damn

Both of them are bb🥺🥺🥺🥺

@hemlock-haven 's request is done!

Girls Night

A once conversation of hobbies turned into quite the romance talk! Eve and Peony share their love interests with each other while enjoying a warm beverage under a thick blanket.

Peony is such an amazing OC that belongs to @hemlock-haven

Eve is my own OC for BLD

BLD, along with James and Seth are @hotpinkmoon 's creation!

This is so lovely

Oodles of doodles ✨️

I had a bit of free time tonight so I decided to doodle Peony in a couple of different art styles I've been wanting to test out for months (MDHM & the Muppets!)

I'm not sure if they're as accurate as I tried to get them to be but I still think they turned out cute nonetheless 🥰

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Peony Hemlock ©️ me / @hemlock-haven

How would Seth react to his crush telling him he has pretty eyes?

He's making sure that you really mean it. He's waiting for you to say " lol no " or " sike " but it makes him very happy that you didn't.

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. 

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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.