Shinso Is Such A Kitten ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

Your Apothecary Series is so good!

Thanks for the support ╰(*°▽°*)╯

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader, Yandere! Ladybug x Reader, Yandere! Reader (?) x Luka Couffaine

Alya: - I have such a strange feeling all day, as if we are being watched. Can you feel it?

Y/n: *looks at Viperion outside the window, abruptly closes the curtains* -No

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Moth: - I give you the power to take revenge on your offenders.

Y/n: - Wow, sir, can I have the ability to fly? Or invisibility. I want to become invisible! Oh, No. Better lasers! No no. I want to dissolve my enemies.

Moth: *sighs tiredly*

Chat Noir: -*awkwardly waiting for akumatization*

Ladybug: -She's so cute when she can't decide ~

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Marinette: - Thank you for inviting me to your place.

Y/n: -Do not thank. Let's just deal with our task.

Marinette: -I have long wanted to meet your new cat. Since cat appeared, you've talked so much about it.

Y/n: - I bet this cat is already mischievous. *opens the door to the room*

Chat Noir: -*looks around in fright, holding her panties in hands*

Marinette: -Chat Noir????

Y/n: -*scared* -NO. This is ... my new cat is Fluff.

Chat Noir: -Meow.

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Luka: *looks at Adrien* -It's amazing how he can not notice the feelings of Marinette? It's so obvious.

Y/n in the "Love Me Luca" T-shirt: -Really.

I don't know why, but it made me laugh so loud

Ok so when did we all unianimously decide Shigaraki has a piss kink and why wasnt I invited to this council meeting?

Witcher's Kitchen

Geralt X Reader tw: no It can be read in both a romantic and a platonic context. A reader from the real world has ended up in the world of The Witcher. They have been traveling with Geralt for some time now. He keeps an eye on them, though not entirely by choice, and has promised himself to leave them in the next big city as soon as they get there. But for now... he needs to finish his latest monster contract and find them some dinner.

You sat in front of the fire, watching the venison with a focused gaze. A decent chunk of meat was skewered on a thin but sturdy branch. You turned it slowly, without much enthusiasm. It was well-cooked and smelled delicious. And yet… it tasted awful. So unbearably bland.

Of course, you weren’t ungrateful. Back when you first ended up in this world, wild game had seemed like the most precious, the most sacred food imaginable. You had spent days wandering the forest, starving and freezing, before Geralt found you and shared his meal. At that moment, you had been ready to fall to your knees and weep in gratitude for his kindness.

Time passed. One forest blurred into another. Along the way, you had come across only a handful of half-ruined villages, where even the locals barely scraped by. With no other options, you had clung to the Witcher with a death grip, begging him to take you at least to the first major city.

Since then, every meal had been the same—chewing on bland meat, washing it down with whatever was available, occasionally gnawing on stale bread if you were lucky. And all the while, you longed for the flavors of your world. You dreamed of spices, of anything that could make this food taste better. Day after day.

To be fair, Geralt was partly to blame. If he fed you a little less often, maybe you wouldn’t have grown so picky. Not that you’d ever say that out loud.

Speaking of Geralt… You shifted your gaze to him. He was busy sharpening his swords. A pang of guilt tightened in your chest. He wasn’t a terrible cook. If anything, you were nothing more than a stranger to him. A burden. And yet, he still looked after you in his own way. He was just practical—doing the bare minimum to survive, never bothering with small comforts. You were willing to bet he’d eat rocks if they were edible and provided energy.

But you couldn’t keep going like this. Something had to change. It was time to take responsibility—for the first time since you arrived in this world.

Taking a deep breath, you spoke up. “Hey, Geralt. Can I do the cooking tomorrow?”

Geralt gave you a mildly surprised but still characteristically grim look. After an unreasonably long pause, he finally replied.

“Do what you want.”

Then he went back to his task. You exhaled in relief.

Why did this man have to be so intimidating? Would he die if he let himself relax for just one second?

Shaking off your thoughts, you focused on the small victory—though calling his agreement a “victory” was a stretch. The real challenge still lay ahead.

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It must be admitted, this village is much livelier than all the previous ones. This time, you and Geralt didn't settle in some inn. The witcher stated that you would set up camp not far from the village. You didn’t ask questions. You had enough time to learn not to meddle in his affairs.

Since your conversation yesterday, you and Geralt hadn’t crossed paths. He left early in the morning for a hunt, leaving you a small pouch of orens for your needs. That, along with the market being within walking distance, was precisely why you decided to take on your difficult task.

People bustled around the marketplace, immersed in their own concerns. You examined the stalls. Choosing the least predatory-looking vendor—a sweet old lady—you approached her. You had to be careful in matters like these. There were no friends in the marketplace. Every merchant was ready to sink their claws into a lost traveler and take their last coins in exchange for an onion. The medieval world was cruel.

The old woman, delighted by the attention, immediately began offering you everything she had while simultaneously asking about the witcher you had recently been seen with. (Oh, this curiosity. How many rumors would spread about you today?) You quickly adjusted the conversation, steering it in the direction you needed. The old woman didn’t even notice how she started telling you about all the spices available in the market, where to buy them cheaper, what could be used for which dish, and even mentioned which herbs grew in the area and how to add them to food to make it more aromatic and flavorful.

After getting all the information, and buying a couple of vegetables, you set off in search of the spices, feeling triumphant. Aside from that, it wouldn’t hurt to find a cooking pot. Geralt’s inventory lacked such an item. He had grumbled that some damned drunkards had stolen his bag with the pot while he was busy. Apparently, they had hoped for something more valuable inside.

Some time later, you returned to camp—filled with a pleasant sense of accomplishment but with a sadly empty purse. Pleasure came at a price.

You laid out the ingredients near the extinguished fire. If you used everything as sparingly as possible, it should last a week. The shiny new pot gleamed playfully. All you lacked now was a cookbook with local recipes. But finding one in a tiny village was impossible. And books in this world were rather expensive.

Relying on your modest, yet not entirely nonexistent, cooking skills, you swore that tonight, Geralt would taste the most delicious venison stew of his life. You would make this man thank the gods for crossing paths with you.

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Geralt sat behind you, unusually impatient. He hadn’t said a word since he arrived, but you noticed his leg bouncing nervously. A magical aroma surrounded your camp.

You gave the stew one last stir, scooped some up, and filled a bowl for Geralt. He accepted the food with a grateful nod.

“Didn’t think you were serious yesterday.”

“I’m full of surprises,” you winked at him, taking a portion for yourself.

You had worried that cooking in such rough conditions would be a challenge, but your frequent observations of Geralt preparing meals had helped you adapt quickly. Cooking turned out to be unexpectedly relaxing. It gave you a sense of purpose, usefulness, and control over at least one part of this new life. On the road, you couldn’t fight monsters or earn coin, but you could make the journey a little more comfortable.

“Well? What do you think?”

“It’s really good. Thank you.”

As always, Geralt was a man of few words. But judging by the way he looked, the warm, hearty meal had made him a little less brooding.

You smiled happily, proud of your work.

Geralt thought that maybe… he could get used to this.

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You and the witcher quickly settled into a new routine. He handled his usual work, while you took care of the cooking. It didn’t just add variety to your diet—it became a kind of care that Geralt initially saw as an unnecessary luxury. But despite his views, he grew used to it. Eventually, he even started grumbling from time to time, "What’s for dinner tonight?"

You kept learning about the local cuisine, interacting with merchants and healers, asking chatty villagers for advice, and even striking up conversations with bored-looking prostitutes. Surprisingly, many of them could have been excellent homemakers if life had turned out differently.

One day, Jaskier, wandering the world in search of inspiration for his ballads, stumbled upon your camp. He couldn’t help but appreciate your efforts. Encouraged by a delicious dinner and fueled by the ever-spreading rumors, he nearly turned your care into a grand romantic tale.

Geralt, however, swiftly shut him down with a dry threat: if the bard kept it up, he’d be left hungry next time. Faced with the choice between poetry and a juicy rabbit stew with vegetables, Jaskier wisely prioritized his meal, shifting his repertoire back to harmless songs about the heroic witcher and his mysterious companion.

Relaxed by the friendly atmosphere, you realized how much joy it brought you to see your cooking make life a little better for your companions—even if they didn’t always say it out loud.

Jaskier, being himself, couldn’t stay quiet for long. He interrupted your thoughts with a dramatic sigh:

“Ah, if someone cooked for me like this, I might even consider becoming a witcher myself!”

Anyone else into Far Cry 5 x reader (yandere fc5)? I'd like to hear ideas. If there are still people here lol

did you get my yan jihnsi x chaotic reader yet? I have a feeling tumblrs been eating all my asks😭

No. I'm sorry :с Tumblr shows I have 16 messages in my inbox, but only 7 are actually visible. And those 7 requests are really old (T○T)

To the anon: You can try sending your message again. If it doesn’t work or you don’t feel like it — that’s totally okay. I understand that you want a chaotic reader. I’ll try to fulfill your request this (or next) weekend.

To everyone else: If you sent me something recently and didn’t get a reply — please don’t hesitate to resend it! I always appreciate your ideas and messages, and I’d be really grateful if you decide to write again. Thank you for paying attention to this blog :3

Can you write imagine with yandere!Luka Couffaine where he falls in love with a albino!reader, please?

Love your blogs with yandere💕💕💕💕💕

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

tw: disturbing thoughts

Thank you for waiting for an answer and love honey~ Sure. I added a bit of anxiety. Hope this doesn't ruin the story for you.

Happy reading!

Luka wants to believe that looks are not important to him. The personal qualities of a person are much more important. And feelings. However, when he sees you, he can no longer be sure of his judgments.

In his sweetest dreams, your extraordinary features flicker. At the next "Kitty Section" rehearsal that you were able to attend, Luka excitedly plays the strings of the guitar, examining your snow-white hair. Is it soft? Could he ever run his fingers over it? How does it smell? Every morning, he looks in reflection at his blue irises of his eyes, and the memory of your bright purple lights burns in his brain. Of such shrill. Shining with life.

But today your eyes weren't shining anymore. Luka was terrified for the first time in a long time. You awkwardly chatted with the group, and when their attention turned to something else, disappeared into the bathroom. The guy followed you unnoticed. It took a little time and a conversation through the door before you let him in, muttering something about the bullies.

You glance uncertainly at the mirror, and then immediately look away. Your hands are securely clasped in front of your chest. Luka is standing close behind you, chin resting on your shoulder. His arms are wrapped around your waist. The guy easily blows on the snow-white strand of hair. It wiggles and tickles his nose. A gentle smile splits his lips. Luka brings attention back to you.

"What did they tell you?"

"Nothing special."

He frowns. A chill runs down your spine.

"I just want to help." He insists again. A hand grabs your chin and turns your head back to the mirror. The fingers of the other hand dig painfully into the side. You flinch.

"They laughed at how I looked. They said ... that I was unnatural."

The painful grip on your side returns to light stroking again. Luka freezes, deep in thought. His gaze glances over you greedily. How could someone say something so terrible? You are completely natural. Perfect.

"See - you look pretty."

Blood rushes to your cheeks. Luka turns you around, takes your face in his hands and leaves a kiss.

"Don't worry. They won't bother you anymore. I'll take care of it."

Luka will do anything to bring the light back into your eyes. Even if it has to be pulled out of someone else.

(What is it? This is a learning experiment!)

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Adrien Agreste x Reader, Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader, Yandere! Ladybug x Reader, Yandere! Marinette Dupen Chang x Reader

Gabriel: -Adrian, we need to talk seriously.

Adrien: "Oh no. He found out that I was running away to patrol. Or did he find cheese. How can I explain this? What if I got caught reincarnating as Chat Noir "

Gabriel: - What about the girl in your wardrobe? Why is she here and why is she bound?

Adrien: - Ah! Em... We are... conducting research work with her on the victims of the abduction. This is a learning experiment!

Gabriel: * looks intently *

Adrien: * sweats nervously *

Gabriel: - Okay. Don't Forget Your Chinese Lesson Today.

Adrien: * exhales with relief*

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Y/n: - Luka is one of the calmest people. I don’t know what has to happen in order for he to become akumatized.

Somebody: * offends a y/n*

Luka: * acumatized*

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Ladybug: - I should stop giving y/n the Miraculouses just because I like her. It's irresponsible. And I put her in danger.

Somebody: * acumatized *

Ladybug: -Y/n, take this Miracle Box.

Y/n: - Wait... Again?

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Alya: - Did you just sneak a photo?

Marinette: -Of course not!

Alya: - You called me again as cover. Who are you following this time? Is that Adrien?

Marinette: * drops her bag with shaking hands. A bunch of pictures of the y/n fall out *

Alya: - Don't you think this is strange?

Marinette: -No...

Y/n: * walks in the park, unaware of anything *

Marvel: *shows us Cap meeting Black Panther and seeing Bucky again*

Me: Where is Kraglin?

Marvel: *has Spider-Man meet Dr. Strange*

Me: Where is Kraglin?

Marvel: *shows Thor working with Rocket and Groot*

Me: WHERE THE HELL IS MY SON KRAGLIN!?

Second chance

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

tw: disturbing thoughts, noncon touching, noncon kissing.

Viperion strides forward, slowly approaching you. You look around in fright. There is nowhere else to retreat. He drove you to a dead end. There is no further escape from this alley. You will not be able to pass by the hero - not enough space. You lean your back against the wall.

"You don't need to be afraid of me. I will never hurt you," the guy says softly.

He has a nice voice, but it doesn't help you get rid of the stress in any way. You are too scared by his previous actions. Where is Ladybug when you need her so badly? They finished with Akuma. Shouldn't she come to pick up his Miraculous?

"What do you want from me?"

"I just wanted to touch."

Viperion speaks as if nothing strange is happening. He reaches out and gently strokes your face. You flinch. He's a hero. So why is he so creepy? The guy leans even closer, gently touches your face with his lips. Kisses are as light as a butterfly.

"Please don't." Your voice breaks. You sob. Tears begin to flow from your eyes.

"I know. I'm so sorry. Sorry." Viperion showered you with a mixture of kisses and apologies.

This apology is not sincere. You don’t understand what he’s apologizing for if he’s not sorry. If he doesn't stop. Your legs give way, but you don't fall. Strong hands are holding you. His body supports yours. Too close. Hot. You don't immediately realize that he is saying something again.

"You have no idea how difficult it is to control yourself. When I see you ... I want to do so many things."

Under the mask, Luka barely finds coherent thoughts to justify himself. Conversations are not his forte. It's much easier to express feelings through music. Or through actions like now. He's ashamed, but he doesn't want to stop. Along with the Viperion, something awoke in him. Something vile and disgusting. It, together with boundless love and care, fills the insides, reaches the edges, spills out.

"Let me do it honey. I promise you won't remember."

The hero intercepts your hand before you can hit him. His lips finally touch yours. Luka's world explodes into a completely new unknown melody. No other instrument in the universe is capable of producing such a delightful sound. Viperion has a hard time pulling away from you. You are absolutely stunned.

"I love you, my melody."

He looks at your face for the last time and reaches for the Miraculouse. There are a couple of minutes left. Just enough to deal with the villain.

"Second chance."

Viperion uses the ability. Now instead of you, there is a tense Ladybugin front of him. He is grateful to her. She entrusted him with the Miraculouse. While Viperion voices his partners the previously worked out plan once again, Luka fights with a sense of shame. He is not worthy. They shouldn't have relied on him. He let the Ladybug down and used the Miraculouse for personal gain. Then he remembers you again and the shame disappears. Time returned back. There is no need for him to be ashamed of something that actually did not exist.

This time, Luka will give up the Miraculouse after winning. But he will look forward to next time.