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SCARA SCARA SCARA SCARA SCARA

#psyche.whispers #(screams) #drops this and yeets

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just letting everyone know I'll be busy for the next couple of days with irl stuff! will be back soon enough hopefully

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have dottore all of a sudden on the brain, tying you up to a lab bench or to one of those operating tables—not for surgery no, but for more... pleasurable pursuits. in the name of science, of course.

#psyche.whispers #concept #yandere dottore #i should write something for this maybe?

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cursed concept numero 444: 

you’ve been prepping for weeks, if not months, if you count the effort put into acting “good” so as to raise your rapport with the dawn winery staff. listening carefully at night for footsteps coming and going down the hallway. pairing that information together with the grandfather clock ticking away in the corner of your room. getting a rough idea of the schedule the servants follow, learning what times are high in traffic, and most importantly; low in traffic. secretly plucking and stashing away a hairpin before a maid could remove it for the evening. then multiple, high adrenaline attempts at gauging your master bedroom’s lock. 

it took six nights in total to comfortably feel your way around picking the lock. the halls were empty, not a soul in sight, and despite the overwhelming temptation to flee, you played it safe. kept to the schedule. tomorrow night would be the most ideal time. you overheard preparations were being made for master diluc’s return, a matter so sweeping, even the guards normally stationed in the wing of the manor you occupy would have to pitch in. you were able to buy a few more days by requesting a handmade garment in the area diluc was traveling. never one to deny you any material good, he would patiently wait for the tailor to complete their handiwork if it meant delivering the gift to you himself. 

that would be your chance. the prime opportunity to escape your luxurious imprisonment. 

the sun went down and the moon shone above. you struggled to hold the hairpin from how badly your hands trembled. it took longer than your previous attempts, but you heard the telltale click, that promised everything you longed for and more was just within reach. you go over your plan one more time for good measure. you’re going to tiptoe down the long, empty hallway, to the library on the first floor. there, you left a window slightly askew, then covered it with thick velveteen drapes so it’d escape notice. that’s your ticket out. 

it’s all or nothing now. 

then the door starts to open — but wait, that can’t be right.

because you’re not even touching the handle. 

ah. 

diluc towers before you, the special garment you requested in hand. he had been so thrilled at the thought of giving it to you that he wriggled out of some business discussions to rush home early. it’d be such a nice little surprise, he thought. a way to reward your good behavior.

you’ve never seen a person’s excitement disappear so quickly. 

#love the preparations #the suspense winding up to the end is delicious #also oh god Diluc being so happy to get home just makes it so much more OOMPH somehow #psyche.recs

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will be getting around to other asks/suggestions soon enough! hope you guys don't mind waiting :) i'm a slow writer unfortunately.

#psyche.whispers #if you think i lost your ask because tumblr is stupid you can try sending it in again

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Mafia boss venti is so great! I don't think people explore his yandere potential when (imo) he is at least a little suspicious in game.

he definitely is sus in-game, i agree. especially when he keeps trying to avoid our questions and never gives us anything important 😒i just know venti's next big part in the plot is going to be some sort of lore dump, the little gremlin.

also, in terms of yandere potential, hmm. i have a lot of thoughts on this, especially when i started out writing him. for me, it's a little hard to not go ooc sometimes when writing him in a darker aspect, while still trying to keep to canon characterization, what with the whole archon of freedom and all that. it feels like the antithesis of I usually write yanderes as, with that little possessive edge.

also, venti in general just has,,, how shall we say, commitment problems in staying in one place for long—but i remember in the newest web event, it said 'even the wind has something it's attached to' which reminded me of venti. we also see in the webtoon that he was there to help venessa, and doing his archon duties (somewhat) to help the situation in mondstadt. the trailer said: "what does freedom really mean when demanded of you by a god?" which made me think a lot about venti being reluctant to get people to do anything (e.g. the whole sleeping thing too), but on the other hand, he's also lost so much, so maybe he's become more protective. can definitely see him losing sight of his goal, on account of the power he holds. never to the extent of morax or baal, but no archon is completely free from it.

in essence, it's complicated😂. he's a difficult character to figure out, is my overall opinion. but i definitely see him as a yandere with a lot of guilt attached, whenever he does try something he knows he shouldn't do. protective type too, but doing things behind your back kind of protective. trying to give you the illusion of freedom, hoping that if the cage bars are far enough, you won't see them.

(okay, but mafia boss venti on the hand, is just unapologetically a gremlin. so there's that to him haha.)

#psyche.answers #anonymous asks #lovely asks #spiralled again with venti whoops #a bit of a character study

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your mafia boss venti fic was so good!!! I was wondering if you were gonna make a continuation of it? like venti reveals that he knows his darlings secret, and how he would react to them trying to escape after they’ve realized they fucked up and need to get away 💖💖💖

i was definitely thinking of a continuation! it was gonna have some not sfw content tho haha, though i don't know if people want that (or if i have to energy to write it), so we'll have to wait and see.

funny enough that you sent this in though because it was along the lines of what i was thinking—maybe not part 2, but after that. a natural linear progression toward that, if you will. thank you for reading, i'm really happy you enjoyed it!

#psyche.answers #anonymous asks #lovely asks

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I would sell every organ in my body for a part 2 of mafia venti. What organ do you want first

please anon, you're so funny i'm cracking up 😂 i didn't expect it to have so much engagement considering i typed it up at like 5AM in the morning, but i'm planning on writing another one, don't worry! it'll take me a bit since i'm going to be busy with work and preparing school for a while, but it will be done.

(also, i'll take the left kidney first. i'm generous like that)

#psyche.answers #anonymous asks #this is the funniest ask i've had in quite a while #wheezing #lovely asks

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I think headcanons are pretty cool!! I'd love to see more content from you no matter in what format they are (like they could be short thirsts, ideas, little scenarios, drabbles etc. All is good!)

ah, good to know! i said this in the reply to someone, but i'm not used to running a writing blog on tumblr🥲only used to the ao3 system, which is just fics haha. it's kind of fun having a place to just dump whatever i feel like! less chances of burnout that way hehe. thank you all so much for being so supportive

#psyche.answers #anonymous asks #lovely asks

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*cough* feel like all I'd write for tighnari is related to petting his ears somehow

anyone have thoughts on the sumeru characters, I don't know them very well so I'm slightly afraid to write for them

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anyone have thoughts on the sumeru characters, I don't know them very well so I'm slightly afraid to write for them

#psyche.whispers

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the violent urge to flick Tighnari's ears

#psyche.whispers #HE'S SO CUTE HE APPLIES OIL TO HIS TAIL #he and gorou would get along i feel

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do people mind if I don't really post fics with proper prose, but instead more things like just headcanons? for e.g. the stuff I've written recently with venti/kazuha. it's a lot less tiring to think about proper structure lol

#psyche.whispers

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also, reached 1.5k followers... should i try my hand at an event again

#psyche.whispers

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okay random thought but: spy x family setting (spy/assassin couple), but with childe being a malewife who cooks and tidies and cleans—but it's also made him extremely good at scrubbing out blood.

because while he tries his best to keep his clothes clean on the days that he has to carry out certain assassinations, sometimes things get a little... messy.

(spy darling who doesn't realize that your husband has been the one making you missions smoother, so that you can come home quicker and spend more time with him instead.)

#psyche.dabbles #concept #yandere childe x reader #yandere childe

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managed to get one ask done at least... somehow ballooned outside of my control though yikes

#psyche.whispers

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I would sell my left kidney to have some mafia boss Venti content

content warning: yandere, possessive behaviour, unequal power dynamic. reader disrection is advised.

Okay, I've had this thought before! Because Venti's definitely the one who seems super happy-go-lucky—the type to murder someone in cold blood, but smiling as though he were playing a game, humming all the while a cheerful tune under his breath. The type to use extremely thin blades hidden away everywhere on his body in secret pockets no one knows. He's short, but he’s earned a reputation. The throwing-knife, stabby kind. And he likes to make his toys sing.

So how I imagine the backstory is that you’re an investigator that’s managed to worm your way into the family, working right under the boss himself—the same boss that’s been so unknown to your department, who’s so mysterious that no-one even knew their name, outside of the top family members.

How it begins is this: in the city of Tevyat, there are seven prominent groups in the underground. You've been sent on a mission to infiltrate the ones that call themselves Mondstadt, the so-called freedom fighters (though fighting for what freedom, you’re not sure). How you actually get in though, is far from the usual orthodox ways afforded to investigators of working their ways up to meeting the leaders. The higher-ups of the organization were exclusive and hidden, the boss of the family even moreso.

But of all the bosses in Teyvat—archons, the populace calls them, since they’re similar to magistrates in that they set down the unspoken laws of the underground—the Mondstadt archon is the most unknown one. In fact, there had been rumours he’d already been killed, or stuck in a coma, or some other tragic event. The head of the Mondstadt group is now Jean, who’s inherited it from the old guard composed of people like Varka, but she’s not the archon, which tells you that the Mondstadt archon hasn’t been killed at all. Not if the title was still used on some hidden piece no one knew. It seems that the archon’s just extremely laissez-faire in the governing of his group.

Unknown this archon may be, but somehow, through a stroke of luck, you end up saving someone with connections to him. Not that you were aware; you merely thought he was an eccentric singer. His name is Venti, and you save him from a cat, of all things, the little kitten circling the frightened man who keeps sneezing and shooing it away. My saviour, he positively sings it when he inspects you up and down after the offending kitten has been safely given back to its own (a little girl in red, who has quite an explosive imagination). There’s this gleam in his teal eyes when he calls your name, a sure sign of a mischievous trickster. That should have been the first sign. But you suspect nothing of his darker roots, taken in by his boyishly handsome looks. 

You still think he’s a normal civilian, so when Venti insists on rewarding you for your bravery (it shall be sung in ballads, he says with a smirk) by bringing you to a fancy dinner party as his guest, you accept reluctantly. Not because you want to go, but more so because this man sticks around you like sticky rice, refusing to let himself from your side even as you’re making your investigations. when you tell him you’re busy with matters. The excuse was that you’re interested in joining the Mondstadters, and that’s when his eyes twinkle. “Oh? Why would you want to associate with a bunch of thugs?”

“I think their philosophy is interesting,” you tell him half-truths, something about seeking power and admiring the Mondstadt archon and freedom in joining their group. If it could even be called freedom, how many rules and regulations the families set down in order to prevent territory wars.

“I see!” Venti claps his hands together. “Maybe you’ll find the party useful then! It has quite a number of notable attendants. Perhaps their connections will help you.”

“Notable? You mean like celebrities?”

“…you could say that!” Venti says while laughing.

Strangely enough, even though Venti’s broke—you’ve seen the poor state of his wallet, nary a penny to his name—he manages to send you this expensive suit set, complete with this little brooch at the lapel, emerald gem pinned, a pattern of the wind etched onto it. You don’t think much of it, much more aghast at the fact that Venti was able to afford this item—he could barely pay for his drinks whenever he dragged you to the bar with him, and even then, you paid for him half the time. The other half of the time consists of Venti putting the drinks on his tab and getting scolded for it by the red-haired bartender. So shocked were you, you don’t even ponder how it is that he knew where you lived. After moving to a new location because of this assignment, you’ve never told anybody your new home.

You attend the party. Grasping at straws, because the secrets of the boss were so highly protected, you sigh and make yourself decent enough to go. When you hand in the invitation, the guards at the front widening their eyes at the chicken-scratch of Venti’s writing, they let you in without a fuss, even bowing profusely at you as you step through the door. Rich people are weird, and it seems like the people they hire are even weirder, you think absentmindedly as you wander around the halls of this luxurious mansion. People give you a wide berth, occasionally glancing at the emerald gem you keep touching in some semblance of comfort at your lapel. 

It’s when you try to get to one of the break rooms to rest your feet that you finally understand what Venti meant when he said there may be “prominent figures”. Because the person you almost knock over is the acting boss of the family, Jean.

She’s there, apologizing so softly, so politely, as you try to keep yourself from showing any of your shock on your face, your heart about to leap out of your mouth, beating so violently against your ribcage you think you may be ill. That’s when Venti pops in, that disarming smile, as always, present on his face. He’s surely laughing on the inside at your thoughts right now, racing so fast you struggle to keep up.

“So that’s your person, sir,’ Jean says, as Venti wraps his arm around your neck in a friendly hold—friendly only to him though, because you were finally beginning to understand. “You should keep a better watch. In this place… you never know who could take advantage.”

His.. person? Sir? The horror of the situation finally dawns itself on you, puzzle pieces sliding into place, as Venti nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck—an intimate gesture you’d gotten used to, having known him for months now, but only now does it make your mouth dry. Not with anticipation, no, but a deep unsettling dread that lodges itself in your throat. 

“It’s okay,” Venti says to Jean, the smile never leaving his face. His eyes shift to the brooch at your lapel, and his arm lets your neck go, sliding around your waist instead, pulling you toward him. “Everyone we’ve invited should know better than to displease the archon of Mondstadt, don’t you think? Not if they don’t want to get a knife in their eyes, I’d think. I do enjoy the loudness of their screams though.”

Jean shrugs, nonplussed at his violent words. “Whatever you say, sir. I’ll be going now. The guests will need to be watched extensively, after all.”

You watch her leave, and finally you open your mouth.

“What just… No, who are you?” 

Venti grins. “You said you wanted to join us, didn’t you?” His grip around your waist gets tighter, and you’re acutely aware that despite his slight form, he’s strong. Too strong for you to do anything about his touch, how his fingers are tapping on your hip bone a rhythm to an unknown song. “As your new boss, I must say…”

He leans into your ear, warm breath caressing the shell of your ears, voice sing-song with a smug satisfaction, “It’s such a pleasure to meet you.”

You swallow. You hadn’t even agreed to joining—but isn’t this what you’ve been working toward? So you smile weakly, say, “Likewise,” and pretend that his eyes are not sparkling at how your full attention is on him. Pretend that the kiss he presses to your cheek is just a friendly gesture—and not a mark of possession, like the one he’s pinned to the lapel of your suit, like the bruises you’ll find on your neck in the future, when Venti makes you sing like he’s always wanted.

#yandere venti x reader #yandere venti #venti x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin imagines #genshin imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #psyche.writes