To You Minors Who Keep Interacting With This Fandom Despite The Creator Saying To Stay Away, Take A Look

To you minors who keep interacting with this fandom despite the creator saying to stay away, take a look at this:

I hope you realize that you're putting the game being complete in jeopardy and a sfw version won't even be possible.

Do not post on TikTok and brag about how you're playing an adult game that can leave you traumatized. You're actively disrespecting the creator, ruining 18+ spaces because you "can handle it", and can get the creator or yourself into legal trouble.

WE DO NOT NEED MINORS SNEAKING INTO 18+ SPACES BECAUSE CONTENT CREATORS GET IN TROUBLE BECAUSE YOU CAN'T BE PATIENT.

I couldn’t find it so I made one instead

The other world 6

epilogue will be posted soon

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painted red.

Requested by @yanderemochii.

High Noon! Khada Jhin

Jhin was known for his swift and graceful manner of moving unbefitting every other gunslinger out there; but, even under his continued tutelage, he always managed to sneak behind you and make you jump – today being no exception.

“Darling, why ever do you look so on edge?“

You shrieked and whirled around, pistol immediately pressed against Jhin’s throat, something that nonetheless came as a surprise to you. Normally you’re unable to get within ten feet of him unless he let you, much less allows you to point your measly gun anywhere close to him. He’d always comment on how terrible your aim was, but even so, to see your master allow you to press your loaded gun against his jugular was a hefty blow to your confidence.

“Sir! I-I didn’t hear you come in…”

“Darling, do you ever? You’ve always lacked in the awareness department.” His southern drawl never matched his manner of speaking, sounding far too posh and uptight despite his reputation as the finest gunslinger in town. If he wasn’t wearing that scarf, you’re certain you’d see a smile which matched his tone – but as far as you’ve heard, no one has seen his face and lived to tell the tale. You weren’t prepared to join those ranks just yet.

“You have such little confidence in me, Master Jhin.” You whined and pushed the pistol into your holster, turning your attention back to your shot glass as he took a seat next to you. 

The bartender nodded at the arrival of your master, immediately pouring a shot, the first always being on the house. Jhin made a sound between a playful hum and a satisfied chuckle as he gingerly grabbed the glass and downed it, a throaty and maniacal laugh working its way up his throat as he finished. He finally turned to you, head playfully tilted to the side in response to your statement.

“I suppose you’re right, little one, but does the fault really lie with me when your abilities clearly seem to regress every time we duel?” He criticized, much to your mortification. You couldn’t even challenge his claims; it’s true you weren’t at your best these past few days, but it was nonetheless embarrassing to hear your teacher say it with such a jovial yet condescending tone.

“Tell me, love,” he nodded as the bar dog poured him another shot. “Is there something on your mind? Quite frankly, your clear relapse in ability is… alarming.”

You chewed on your bottom lip uneasily, unsure if your relationship with him was deep enough to warrant such a conversation. But, at this point, you were at wit’s end; surely it was better to ask his advice.

“I…there’s this fellow that insists on following me home as of late…” You nervously glanced at your teacher, noticing the way his tension was made palpable by your confession. “L-last night, he tried to… force his way into my home, but I-I…I managed to scare him off with a lucky shot to his leg.” Heart pounding wildly against your chest, you nearly teared up recalling the traumatizing experience. That was the first time you’d shot a living target, especially under such duress. “T-that’s why I’ve been so out of sorts, lately. I know it’s not much of an excuse, but I sincerely apologize.”

“…I see.” Jhin nodded, and for a moment, you thought he was agreeing that you were at fault, that you deserved to be harassed like this – you were never a worthy or particularly good student after all, always naive and starry-eyed. It’s a wonder he even took you under his wing. “…You would look so gorgeous painted in their blood.” The sentiment held a sweet undertone despite the way he’d nearly growled it. The air felt much heavier, oxygen levels seemingly lower with the revelation of what he’d said.

“I’ll have to pay the man a visit, if I do say so myself. Should be easy enough to find, I’m sure you landed a particularly wonderful shot on his leg.”

You shot up from your seat, the glasses on the saloon counter clinking with your movement. Saloon patrons briefly halted conversation to throw a glance your way, making you wish you could just disappear right there, before resuming their conversations thinking you were another drunkard. 

Uneasily, you settled back into your seat and turned toward Jhin. “Sir, please I could never bother you with something so trivial.” You could hardly breathe, words and excuses rolling off your tongue before you could think; the sheer thought of being saved like some damsel in distress was far too distasteful to your already shameful image as a gunner. “I can handle myself, sir, I promise I–”

“Darling, don’t be silly. I’m just ensuring that what’s mine stays mine.” He corrected. You stilled, cheeks hot and lips shut, to which he cheerfully hummed – an acknowledgement that you were behaving like any good pet should. “After all, I’m the only one that can kill you.”

This is the prompt list I’m gonna be using this October,, hopefully I actually do all 31 days TToTT

Don’t let go!!!