#TSWE

[tonightwrites]

Yandere husband Emperor PT 2

The intrigue turned into amusement at the young man's attempts for her attention. He did anything to catch her eye. Did anything she asked as soon as she asked it. The princess wondered how far he would go for her.

Allarick felt at peace with her. He wanted to be around her constantly. Acting as if there was a collar on him with a leash that the princess would hold. He thought of how beautiful she would look on that throne instead of her annoying father. Oh if she gave the word he would put her on that pretty seat and never let anyone else take it from her. Give her a true physical leash to bind them together.

It started with seeing each other at the balls and galas that the Emperor would hold for various occasions. He followed the breathtaking princess to the food tables and filled her plate with things she seemed to enjoy. Once when she dropped a piece of cookie and got an idea.

"Allarick.. since you got this cookie for me it would seem like such a waste to throw it away." She turned her gaze towards the man. He froze, he didn't expect to hear his name from her lips, even though his name is actually Allerick. He made a note to change his name after this gala. "Why don't you eat it? "

"My lovely lady it would be my honor please allow me too." He responded without hesitation. Got on his hands and knees to pick it up off the ground and eat the precious treat his beloved had given him. He hasn't done anything yet and she has rewarded him with the cookie she had taken a bite of. How lucky he was tonight!

The princess looked taken aback. She expected him to grow red in the face out of anger not adoration. She wanted to rid this man from wanting the emperor position. However... maybe him being her lap dog could be better than any "husband" her father tried to pair her with. "good boy." she handed him a paper handkerchief with writing on it. Only to leave for her room.

His whole body shuddered at the name she called him. He is a good boy for her... only her. He opened the handkerchief.

'I'll Leave My Window Unlocked Tonight After This Gala.'

Taglist : 1. @zanary 2. @meforpr3sident 3. @yandere-dark-cupid 4. @devils-blackrose 5. @gallantys 6.@eliciana 7.@ayolk 8.@gayfagdownthestreet 9.@hope-thehooker 10.@reallysparklychaos 11.@deepdinosaurwizard 12.@ana-dear 13.@laylasbunbunny 14.@heavenlayt 15.@redrosetrappola 16. @skull-centric 17. @wannapizzamymindposts 18. @pinkrose1422

Masterlist~

#yandere x reader #tswe #tswe ask #yandere #male yandere #male yandere oc #male yandere x reader #obsessive yandere

[ultimatedreamer104]

why are people on Tumblr saying it’s Christmas? What time zone are you in?

#Halloween #its spooky season #TSWE CAN STILL WIN

[sparkycinnamon]

so i got kind of carried away here

#look at my art boy #alphabet lore #alphabet lore oc #oc tag: lha #oc tag: el with hook #oc tag: cuatrillo #oc tag: hard sign with grave #oc tag: pe with diaeresis #oc tag: ye with macron #oc tag: tswe #oc tag: je #oc tag: hwe #oc tag: yu with macron #oc tag: shwe

[royalreef]

Back down again she settles into the rest of the day, morning light sending them off as it filters down over the sand and the coral. The serfs start to come by as the sun warms the surface above, replenishing the food, tidying and cleaning, preparing for everything to swing back into motion as the night comes again.

It's been two days since Slz'Exkii has walked upon the land last. Two days since she was dry, since the sun touched her scales without first having its harshest edges sanded off by the tide and the waves, two days since she spoke and her voice died in the dead air, unsupported and unbolstered by the water to give it its own magnificent weight. Two days since she knew anyone other than her fellow merfolk, anyone who knew her in turn as anything other than Cees'rril'ta Yhtun-Tswe Slz'Exkii.

It feels like relief. To finally stop struggling and fighting just to achieve the bare minimum, and exist in a place built for her, in a place where she was designed to be. Like she can finally stop treading water and start breathing it.

#Glory and Gore || IC #Many fish in the sea || Misc. IC Content

[wavesloverrr]

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La mu shaka laish mu enta tswe?

[endleess-summerr]

Shnu g3ad tswe?

barou7 shalaih ba3d shway

[prankmasterz]

Starter for @spkyscry.

               The first thing that threw Opl'yila off about the land was the silence.

      More than anything else, more than the strange pull on her body and the balancing act that it took to move around here — the silence settled into her bones themselves. It wasn’t that the land was totally quiet, no. In fact, it was quite noisy in the way of errant sounds, things that shrieked and hurt her earfins and existed seemingly only to craft injury.

      But no one talked. There were no great, booming conversations that stretched out and through the air, threading it through with a living pulse of the people who lived within it. She could not tell, just from listening, what was happening on one side of town from the other. Hell, unless she specifically saw it, most of the time she couldn’t even tell what was going on in any given room that she was within. Sure, there were conversations, brief little things that flitted around between two, three people. But they existed in miniature, stifled, pushed down and beneath this great silence, this void of connection.

      It was unnerving. She could listen and strain her ears and she could hear movement, the tiny scratching of rats or the noises of someone trying to make a dry pen run from the other end of the hallway, but every part of her felt amputated, sliced off. Things she hadn’t even noticed enough to name had been mysteriously amputated in the shift from water to the land, and the loneliness pressed down and stained every aspect of this place.

       Opl'yila had heard the stories of burned-out beasts, walking around with shells full of heat and light, eyes like beacons that would burn her soul out of herself too, everyone had — but she had never thought that the scariest part about the land would be how lonely it was.

        Already it had imposed a new nervousness in her. She wasn’t used to this, wasn’t used to the strange silence. She had been taken here, to this building, by Yhtun-Tswe Slz'Exkii, told so many stories about it, but even though she heard constant tiny conversations through the halls, they still felt so empty. So hollow. Like she was sitting inside a crab pot, having come in of her own volition, but realizing she couldn’t get out again. Nothing felt like how it should. Nothing even felt normal, and while she had gotten a little “Guest” tag and was permitted free range to roam the halls as she liked, it felt like she was waiting for something. Waiting for something to happen, or occur, or shift, forced into a great and terrible calmness like that point before a summer storm tried to tear houses from the seafloor.

       She had taken to staring at posters on the walls. Things for events like something called a ‘ Monster Prom ’ or for clubs or other, more different things. It was weird. She had been drip-fed so little information about the land all of her life, things that she caught in passing as the transport hulls stopped and she was taught to inspect their cargo or sometimes receiving little tokens from the carriers themselves. It was much more than most. And here she was. Well beyond the borders of everything she had ever known, everything that had long been forbidden from her now laid out for her to take and take as she pleased, and the sheer alienation of it was getting to her. Here was so much that the people back home would literally be killed for possessing, laid out like a hoard for her to take from.

      Got lucky. That was it. Opl'yila just got lucky, and had known the right people, had gone to the right parties, had been invited along for the right private occasions, had asked the right person to step outside of everything she had ever known, and...

                            And she felt, well and truly, in too deep for her own good.

       There wasn’t much more she could do than just listen. There wasn’t anything to listen to, not really, just people moving around and walking and sometimes talking, but she couldn’t stop the habit. Searching and searching for something, somewhere. A sensation of being lived in, maybe. A sensation that the land was as alive as it was supposed to be, that had just eluded her so far, existed elsewhere. Other people were making their ways through the hallways, she could hear the tap of shoes on tile, the swish of fabric. That was something. It wasn’t really a lot, but when the abrupt and total death of living sound came for her, well, it was better to try and seek someone, anyone out before it got bad.

      Someone was coming close. That was good. That was reassuring, she was pretty sure. Opl'yila had seen landfolk already, but she didn’t get much of a chance to talk to them, not yet. They weren’t the burning hollows like the old stories said, so maybe there was something there. Slz’Exkii seemed fond of them, for what little that meant, but that implied a semi-reasonableness which was better than all the old warnings.

      Opl'yila walked for them, following the sounds. That was all, really. Just an idle walk. Her footfalls made no noise and she made sure to be quiet, but that was not truly out of intent, and more because she didn’t like constantly walking on her claws and the accompanying noise of it. Walking making a sound was new, when she had lived all her prior life underwater. She did not run, she did not try to hide herself, she did not even move beyond a leisurely stroll. She was not, and entirely not, trying to accidentally sneak up on any poor landfolk who might have only seen one other merfolk in their lives.

      And certainly, if she had ever met or known Vera, then she would not have been trying to sneak up on someone who had good reason to be a little jumpy.

       But she did not. And so, without thinking, assuming there would not be a problem and that the landfolk was perfectly aware that she would be there, she merely idly walked up behind this new, strange person, teetering precariously on two long legs, wearing a mane of long-bodied creatures. And she spoke, trying to be polite, trying to bridge this vast gap between all she had ever known and what was here, and now, and in front of her, accent heavy and full on her forked tongue.

                      “Avr avr avr avr avr— Ifb’en? Hello? Would you mind if I talked to you?”

#With a Z! || IC #spkyscry #I got the deep blue sea below me‚ and the devil up above || Mer AU

[mkg64]

La tswe swalf malha DA3e your friend eswayly follow chna bl8l6!

Ana wdy afham shno katb Bs mo gadr

[marconildoluizviegas]

em João Pessoa, Brazil https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfu478-tswE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tonightwrites]

Emperor Husband

A head cannon/scenario about the empress having an emperor Husband.

This will have the concubines mentions of war, blood, gore, yandere themes, stalking, mentions of past torture, no pain is towards the empress.

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The beautiful lady sat at the top of her throne looking down at the guards in boredom. The last she had heard from her army was of their victory in the final battle. The land is rich in metal ore and nutrient farmland.

The throne that once sat next to the lady was gone from its intended place. Now it sat in a study collecting dust and spider webs. She glanced at her right, where it used to be, and sighed heavily. Hopefully that person could bring some stories of the battle with him.

Gerald a trusted butler of the palace came bursting through the doors of her thrown room. His appearance is all in disarray, everything out of place.

"Your Majesty, sorry for my rude arrival." He paused having to catch his breath. "The Emperor is here a week before schedule!!!"

If anyone else has heard the words leave the man's mouth they'd be shocked to hear them. Alas the Empress knew that her husband wouldn't dare come home as soon as he had the chance too.

"Let him in then." A simple instruction was given. As if waiting on the other side of the door another man slammed the doors open after the last word left her lips. A broad shouldered man stood at the entrance with a large smile on his face.

He walked briskly towards his one target in that room. The empress raised her brow at his appearance. The man was covered with blood, from slaying the pigs of the fallen kingdom's men he had just conquered.

"Oh my love, it has been too long. I have missed you so much my dear. I can't wait to have you in my arms once again my darling wife." He speaks to her in a soft and excited manner. The lady holds her hand up in front of her, stopping him from coming closer.

"Clean yourself and then maybe I'll consider being in your arms." At her voice a shiver runs up his spine, oh how he's missed this.......

Original ask: Possible husband

Story: Chapter 1

Masterlist

Taglist: @reallysparklychaos @gallantys @devils-blackrose @meforpr3sident @gayfagdownthestreet @yani-dere

#yandere #concubines #empress #yandere boy #tonight talks #oc #yanderes #prince #reverse harem #tswe #yandere emperor #sub yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader

[tawne-ga3d]

mta tswe deactivate?

يعني لازم اسوي؟

#ask

[sparkycinnamon]

I'm sorry.

Henry, did you just murder an alternate universe version of yourself?

Unexpected cuteness.

I can assume that would be agony.

#right hand rambles #multifandom murder madness #kablam #kablam henry #dragonfly!henry au #set it off #spongebob squarepants #number lore #oc tag: tswe #ask to tag

[royalreef]

@mallowofmuses​ inquired: how would people describe you? Deep Conversations - Accepting

      “Oh, that is easy! Have you forgotten already?” She whuffs, the noise low and airy as it echoes through her nose crest, like that of a big cat. It brings her eyes to close, her head to lift a little higher. It’s an image of pride, though her answer begets something different.

      “I am Crown Princess Miranda Vanderbilt of the Merkingdom! Cees'rril'ta Yhtun-Tswe, dei if’en Ms’ebh’k Slz'Exkii! Youngest-born to our King, Ts’yuti Renjr’ar Dwetya-Meit, and to our former Queen, Ts’yute-Yhtun’ya Nsh’atf’rr, forever may she rest upon her throne beyond sleep. Sister to Bellanda Vanderbilt, Amanda Vanderbilt, and Laudanda Vanderbilt, in order from elder to eldest! Holder of the Esteemed Crown, Heiress to the Deep Throne, Keeper of the Dark Things, the pride and joy of our peoples, inheritor of our Empire’s future!

                                                         See? Very simple! Everyone knows who I am!”

#Glory and Gore || IC #Dreaded rumors || Asks #mallowofmuses #(( :) #(( oh i love questions like this #(( because then you get miranda answering them. like This. #(( what she doesnt say says far more about her than what she does

[dduuhhhh]

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wsh d5lne ana 6yb hy ely tswe ly😂

[6lack-devill]

altop 10 only aly daym tswe reblog mnhm?

@deemaw @n-alhugail17 @wastedd-ttimes @faisalkinani @faisalaq @joud-o @kf3r @maghlouth @overrwhellmed @n-albadr @a-alfaleh

[loura-7]

7bebte 5le ra2yk lnfsk lw sm7te w btw ma a3rfk bs u are so gorgeous wallah 4e fa6’ya bs tje t76m el nas l2nha 3’yrana w ma 3ndha shay tswe b 7yatha

wallah 9adga thankyou 7beebti ya 7lwk💕

#asks