A Lyre For Venti

To divine presents event. I want to gift a lyre with hand painted decorations and little drawings (by the creator) to Venti. Platonic. He deserves some partly hand made present. Thank you in advance. Happy future Christmas (if you celebrate) and new year!

A Lyre for Venti

Venti gasps as he laid eyes on Your gift. He looked at You and smiled oh so sweetly, his pretty eyes sparkling with glee.

"Your Grace! Did You made this? Oh, you shouldn't have!" Venti hugged You in his joy, carefully making sure that Your gift to him wasn't damaged. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Venti pulled away and grinned. "Thank you, Your Grace. I'm going to cherish this lyre and play so many songs with it! As thanks, I'll play a song just for you!"

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Hello hello everyone!

Soo I’m halfway done with all of my headcanons In both the gf and bf(genshin)

But….my exams are actually starting…like today where im at so i will be taking a few days off, maybe even the whole week as I wanna focus on my exams since there the quarterly ones and there important.

This is kinda like a hiatus since I’ve been busy with school a lot, Im homeschooled and online classes give u sooo many hw and things to do. So a much needed rest and concentration is needed!

Now if ur a student like me, just wanna say don’t give up on ur dreams and keep working hard, eventually you’ll reach ur goal :3

I’ll be back strong in a week or two! So don’t miss me too much ehe~

Bye bye now~

Ayo Haruko signing off……………

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showagodzilla1954

1 year ago

Ed Ruscha, Get Outta That Spaceship and Fight Like a Man, 1982

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Yandere Housewife x G.N reader

Summary: Your loving wife thinks of your happy life together.

Word count: 2.7k

Tw: implied death, one slightly suggestive scene

The clock read a quarter to six. Selene sits atop the chestnut bench position in front of the dresser; reflection copied onto the vanity mirror before her. Her emerald eyes stare back at her image; their shine faded into murky waters. Wrinkles had begun to show at the corners of her soft lips; pale complexion made bright beneath the light of the room. She couldn’t recall the last time she had proper sunlight. Her skin the same color as a peach, and eyes as bright as their namesake. Like many things of the past, the time to worry would come at a later date. For now, she had to get ready.

Selene picks up a brush from the table; hiding her blemishes with a soft blush to her cheeks to match. She adds volume to her lashes with a pen; branding her pink lips with a deep shade of red. Pulling the curlers from her hair; curly, copper locks frame the sides of her face just past her ears. She begins to brush them out; staring patiently through the mirror at the door behind her. Any second now, it would happen. That door would open and her love would walk right through. Her brush sweeps her hair for the hundredth time before the handle begins to turn; stopping midway through as the door finally opens.

“Welcome home, dear..”

With that greeting, the final piece to her appearance spreads across her face – a smile. They enter the room and set their belongings next to the bed as they walk around it.

“Hey! How was your day?”

Selene begins to brush her hair once more. “Fine.. Just waiting for you to get home. How was yours?”

6pm. The time of the day when her heart could fly free from the cage it had been trapped in. Where she would no longer have to force a smile to keep moving forward. The time when you returned home.

“Yea, my day was alright. Just work as usual.”

“I’m glad to hear that… Would you like to talk about it more?”

“No, I haven’t watched that episode yet. Don’t spoil anything for me.”

Selene’s lips tighten. She sets her brush back down on the table and stands up, watching you from the mirror the entire time. She walked across the room towards the window pointed at the neighbor’s house – where you lie in bed chatting away. With yours crack and hers fully open, Selene had listened in on numerous calls of yours, always wondering who was on the other end. Wishing to be them.

“I’ll talk to you later. Love you, bye.”

“Love you too…”

Selene places her hand on the glass, sadness pooling in those big, green eyes of hers. Her wedding ring wraps tightly around her finger, reminding her that her place was not by your side. A tear rolls down her cheek. 6pm, the time when she could play pretend.

“Selene!”

Feet march up the stairs leading to her room, the door opening without her notice. She feels his breath on the back of her neck; his reflection in the window.

“Why weren’t you waiting for me downstairs? Were you watching the neighbor again?”

“No, honey.. Just getting some fresh air. Feeling a little stressed is all..”

“Hm..” Her husband grumbles, his head on her shoulder and hands around her arms. “Get some rest then.”

He leads her to the bed, Selene settling beneath the covers as he lays beside her; her eyes never leaving the window. She can still hear your voice – the only thing that kept the nightmares away.

“You know they’ll never love you… right?”

“I know..”

Selene furiously scratches at a pan full of eggs, trying to get every last yolk between the two plates on the counter. She sets the pan in the sink and turns on cool water, placing both plates of food on the table before starting to clean her mess. She puts the rest of the dishes in the sink, wipes off the counters, and picks up the eggs shells and bacon package to throw in the trash. The can is full to the point of almost overflowing. She looks around her husband, the man nowhere in sight. He never was when she needed him.

Rolling up her sleeves, Selene grabs the bag and heads outside to put it in the bin. The day had just begun and the weather was fair. Since your car was still in the driveway, she couldn’t tell if you were off to school yet or not. She speed walks the bins, stopping when she hears your front door open.

“Morning, Mrs. Harris!”

Selene flushes, trying to hide her nervous smile behind a flash of her pearly white teeth. She halts in the middle of the pathway, the bag in hand suddenly weighing tons.

“Oh, good morning Y/n! How are you today?”

“Just waiting for my friend to pick me up for class.”

“I see. Do you happen to have a minute to spare then? This bag is a little heavy for me.”

“No problem.” You cross the yard and take the bag from her, picking it up with relative ease and tossing it into the bin. You didn’t even need to use both arms. She smiles wider as you look at her quizzically, but you shake it off. You didn’t really want to question it, considering what she’s been through lately.

“Thanks again for driving me to school the other way. I don’t know what’s been going on with my car lately.”

“Anything for my favorite neighbor.” She beams, smiling just a little too brightly now. Selene Harris. neighbor baker and housewife to Mr. Harris, as well as the next door neighbor to Y/n, the college student. She welcomed you on your first day with a warm greeting and a tray of muffins; your house becoming a dumping sight for her pastries the longer you stayed.

“Do you have any time for breakfast? I accidentally made more than I needed and I wouldn’t want it to go to waste.”

“I’d love to, but my ride just pulled up.” You point at the car in your driveway, the driver slamming their palm on the horn. Selene scowls in their direction; the glares quickly covered by a gentle voice.

“Oh… I understand. Just think the loneliness has been getting to me lately.” You frown at the sadness in her tone.

“I’ll..come by after class. Does around three sound ok?”

Selene instantly perks up. “That’s perfect!”

“See you later then.. Bye, Mrs. Harris.”

“Selene is fine..” She whispers, you already out of earshot as she does. It didn’t matter. She was still grinning like an idiot either way. It would be the scandal of the year if her little crush had come to light to the other member of your community. A scandal that could be lightened by one key factor.

“Honey, your food is going to get cold. Come back inside.. Where you belong.”

You arrived at Selene’s house a little after three. She had coincidentally worn her favorite dress that shone in the afternoon light as she walked to the door to let you in. You obviously hadn’t changed for your little “date”, but her heart still leapt into her throat at the sight of you.

“Hi.” You offer, with a small wave. She’s nearly knocked off her feet at the sound of your voice.

“Y/n! How nice it is to see you. Come in, come in.” Selene ushers you inside and over to the couch. A plate of cookies and a glass of lemonade rest on the table.

“It’s freshly squeezed.” She pipes up as you spot them. “But we have milk or tea if you prefer. Soda too. I can also make you something else to eat too.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m here to check up on you, after all.”

Selene digs her nails into her palm to make sure she isn’t dreaming. You sat on the couch, worry visible in your expression. How she wished to wipe it away with a smear of her lipstick to your lips. As if he knew exactly how to run her day, her husband steps into the room. The lazy bastard stayed home today. He leans on the arm of the couch, looking down at you.

“Cute thing, aren’t they?”

“So how have things been lately?”

Selene’s attention returns to you. “Oh, they’ve been swell, Y/n. Why do you ask?”

You bite on your bottom lips; fumbling with your hands as you hesitate to speak. “I just wanted to know if everything was ok… since Mr. Harris went missing?”

“Yeah, Hun.. How have they been?”

His bruised hands grips your shoulders, dirt beneath his nails. Selene refuses to look at his face, feeling that shit eating grin she hated hovering over her. She didn’t care about his mocking tone, the blood that dripped onto her couch. All she wanted was his filthy hands off of you.

“I… I’m fine, dear. I actually made more money than he did with all the properties my parents left me, so I won’t have any struggles there.”

“Yea, but.. you miss him don’t you?”

How could she admit that when you looked at her that way. Those pretty eyes that haunted her dreams; lips she’s carcass in her wildest fantasy. Body she longed to be one with.

“Of course I do, but I have to keep moving on. For the both of us.”

She felt sick;a nausea only settled when you placed your hand over hers to comfort her.

“I’m sure everything will be alright. I’m here if you need me.”

You head home shortly after that, Selene returning to her room for yet another night of gazing at a life she wish she had. All is calm, until you join a video call with someone she’s never seen. Your laughter that used to bring her ease, chills her to her core.

A few days go by, you greeting Selene each morning as well. While you weren’t always there to check up on her, you gave her your number for extra measure. She thought of calling you many times, always getting choked up before she could finish dialing. There was one night where she managed to get through, swirling the phone cord on her slender fingers; watching you through the window. Your phone sat on the bed, chiming with the announcement of a new call.

“Hello?”

Selene slams the phone onto the table, nearly breaking it from the sudden force. It feels stupid, but hearing your voice directly in her ear made her head feel fuzzy. You drove her mad in the best way possible, something that would push her off the edge as it had once before.

Selene eventually works up the courage to just see you in person. To cross the border neither of you had even set. The smell of a roast in the air, and a new shade of gloss on her lips, she prepared herself for the journey over. Your room was empty, noise coming from downstairs. As she perfected her look, a voice came over her shoulder.

“You never tried this hard for me…”

“Didn’t have to. You’d sleep with a cow if it looked you in the eye.”

“So you’re calling Y/n a cow then?”

Selene freezes, her hands shaking from the rage that boiled within. It was bad enough to fall for a college student, even worse one that went to the school her husband taught in. She wasn’t far off in age from one, but the way her life had been framed made it impossible.

Wed young in a seemingly happy marriage, moved away from her home town to live in her husband’s due to an opening in the local college. There had been rumors of infidelity with the students; sprouted right before his disappearance. Selene had even found proof towards this reality as well. He had had his eye on you; a kind heart who even happened to live next door. He may have attempted a shot with you, had another not fallen for you first.

“You couldn’t take them from me then… and you won’t now.”

Selene knocks on your front door, the cool air biting at her skin. The sound of a TV blares from within, but you manage to hear over it and head to the door. A flash of surprise runs over your features at the sight of her, but you smile warmly regardless.

“Good evening, Mrs. Harris. Is there something you need?”

“Selene.. Just call me Selene. I made dinner, and I was wondering if you’d like to join me.” Her stomach drops at the sadness in your eyes. Like you’re the bearer of bad news.

“Oh, sorry, but I have company over right now.”

Selene perks through the door, at the person sitting on your couch. In her hurry, she had failed to notice the other car in your driveway; the same one from days prior. That person was also the one she had seen on call the other night.

“Maybe another night?”

“Yea… another..night.”

You gently shut the door, leaving her out in the cold. Selene tries to steady her breathing; keep her tears of frustration from falling. She heads back home, to her empty room; trying to imagine her ideal life to keep her fears at bay. It doesn’t help when you enter your room, giggling like a madman with that person in tow. They push you down on the bed, crawling on top of you. Your neck is already littered in bruises.

Breath. Their disgusting hand worms up your body, fingers locking with yours as your lips to the same. Their free hand grips the edge of your shirt, lifting it slightly. They kiss along your jaw before sitting up, stopping before things get any further.

“Let me shut the curtains real quick.”

Selene quivers. No. Don’t take away her vision. Don’t take away the only thing that’s ever satisfied the loneliness that’s plagued her entire life. She’s nothing if she can’t have her dream. A dream of a life with you – as your loving wife.

She screams. A cry loud enough to alert you and your new lover. You’re at her door in a flash, ringing the doorbell and calling her name. She descends the stairs, more tears falling as she opens the door; but a small smile forming on her face. She falls into your arms, and you catch her – like any good spouse would. Your partner locks eyes with her, quickly looking away as her stare makes them uncomfortable. She takes note of the make and color of their car before the night is over.

Within the following day, Selene makes her way to your house once more. She enters a key into the lock, a weight lifting from her shoulders as it clicks into place. She takes a deep breath as she steps inside, looking around the space with a happy smile. A little messy from your previous night, but nothing she couldn’t fix.

“Honey, I’m home!”

There’s no answer. She knew you wouldn’t be back until the afternoon, but it still made her giggle. Finding the proper supplies, she begins cleaning up your house, starting with the kitchen. She sweeps the floors, wipes every window, washes all the dishes. She even takes out the trash. It wasn’t full by any means, but it’s what she had to do. A good wife always takes care of any mess their spouse leaves behind.

She heads upstairs into your room, getting a load of laundry ready before she did anything else. She holds one of your shorts to her face, breathing in your scent. She drops both it and the basket as she looks at your computer; a chat still left open. After reading it, she deletes it and any evidence of them from your computer. She didn’t want to seem like the jealous type, but she didn’t like the way their arm was wrapped around you.

Cleaning up the rest of your room, Selene comes to your window. She looks out at the vanity mirror, at both pairs of eyes that stare back. She shuts the curtains and heads back downstairs with nothing left in mind than what to make you for your first dinner as spouse and wife.

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