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"consensual but not safe or sane" is my favourite fanfiction tag because it's like prefacing something dangerous with the warning "don't try this at home!" but instead of a risky driving manoeuvre or whatever it's a scene where a character vivisects another and applies an electric current to their nerve endings to see how their insides move (sexually)

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I feel like Marcus is way too self-aware to like,,, openly try to “therapize” you after kidnapping you. I mean he’s still gonna try to convince you that you need him and you’ll be happier if you give in or that you’re not abjectly miserable already

But I think Dae-Hyun would find it funny to sit across from you and ask you questions like “and how does that make you feel? :)” while you’re gagged and visibly furious

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please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

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uhhhh anyway (please see the read more!!!)

the first four characters who i've already decided WILL be featured are stuco president!magnolia, hockey captain!evan, campus delinquent/hockey player!luka, and art student!micah

BEFORE YOU VOTE: please know that xavier's smau would be with another professor, not a student. just feels like necessary information before u vote for that one!

SO these will all exist in the same universe as a sort of group college au. it will be more on the fun, fluffy, angsty side and a little more neutral as far as the abhorrent yandere/horror behavior goes!!

but, a lot of the storylines will be parallel to each other or reference each other.

i will be making a separate masterlist for this universe alone in the coming days. i have some notes & ideas for the extended storylines, but a lot of it will probably be more or less me winging it, until i can find an endpoint i'm satisfied with— and then i'll be able to wrap everything together a lot more nicely.

so, again, to be clear— ALL of the first four characters will be featured in the SMAU, as will the two most voted on! the 'reader' is technically a different person for all of them, not the same person talking to every character (it'll make more sense later i swear)! i will be posting new parts as they make sense in the over all timeline, so it may not be character a - character b - character c character a - character b - character c every time. some storylines will affect others :)

there's a chance that the characters who don't win this poll will still get featured in spin-off style shorts, because i do like all of the ideas i have for them lmao

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[Slight gore, but it's all about video games so ye]

Miller [Streamer Yan] with the sweetest, sheepish darling- Who only plays video games with the upmost amounts of violence and gore. It's their way to detox after all the stress life hurls at them, and Miller can't be happier to help Darling with their outlet. That innocent, glowing smile as their player character rips out an enemy's spine and caves their head in with it- How's Miller not supposed to fall deeper in love with them?

Shy Darling: H-hey, Miller... The newest entry in the "Whisker's Big Day." series just came out. It's my favorite franchise of all time. Do you want to play it with me?

Miller: Awwwwe, the name alone sounds mega cute. You already know I'll play anything with you!

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Shy Darling, sitting in Miller's lap - controll in hand: The blood splatters are super detailed for a stylized game like this. You can even caterize wounds you get so you don't get an immediate game over when you lose a limb!

Miller: Haha.... That's great...

Miller, internally: It has to be illegal for someone to be this fucking cute- I wanna learn about more of their hobbies and what makes them smile like that, but I'm a little scared of ending up in a ditch somewhere.... Eh, still worth it.

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your last post it so fun!! i love miller, they’re so cool. is it ok to ask how miller would be with an opposite reader, who’s really intimidating but easily spooked and can’t handle blood? no pressure ofc!

They'd playfully tease Darling about it when they first found out, but that's all in harmless fun. Miller would never shame their Darling for their sensitivities out of malice/intentionally, and will do everything in their power to work around it. The harmless banter will drop immediately if Darling doesn't like it, but they can't escape Miller gushing over someone as rough and tough as them sneaking onto their devices to play animal crossing or some other tame, traditionally relaxing game.

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Miller: This one here has an option to turn all the blood and guts off. Think you can handle it?

Intimidating Reader: ...I guess.

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Miller, hands in their pockets: What's your favorite game again?

Intimidating Reader: Hello kitty island adventure....

Miller: What was that?

Intimdating Reader: Hello Kitty Island Adventure-

Miller, waving their phone at them: Got that shit on tape! This one's going in the vault!

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Hello brother, I hope you are well. I am very sorry for the inconvenience, but I am sending you a message that I need a donation today. It is urgent to buy milk, Pampas, medicine, food and drink for my young children.💔

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Kane Mad Sprite

(stares menacingly)

TW⚠️ Blood

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“How the fuck do you know that about me?”

“It came to me in a dream 😊.” — creeper who’s been stalking u for weeks if not months already

Killer who pretends to be a psychic “helping to solve” the crimes they committed just to get close to their detective darling… who unfortunately is a huge skeptic who thinks the department is wasting time giving this psychic the light of day.

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Killer who pretends to be a psychic “helping to solve” the crimes they committed just to get close to their detective darling… who unfortunately is a huge skeptic who thinks the department is wasting time giving this psychic the light of day.

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It is infinitely less eye twitch inducing when she holds your waist, swaying side to side with you, singing the words to you 🥺

Aspen never gets tired of Christmas songs. Especially not “all I want for Christmas is you”

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Imagine asking a yandere to “fuck you like they hate you” and they just start crying because they could never hate you, how could you even say that—

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featuring test subject Kuuya :D

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Most of these have been completely new OCs but… this could definitely be Jordi…

Shifter; On My Knees

true form, unbelievable, transformation

Day 13 of @yandere-sins’ Monstober and @ozzgin’s Yantober! This one’s fucked up, please read with caution and be gentle with yourself.

CW: recent past abuse, flashbacks to abuse/triggers, murder, gore, panic attack, religious guilt/talk of hell

The basket of eggs drops to the ground. The eggs within split and crack. You can feel the yolk splatter against your clothes, sticky and heavy as blood.

“Stay back!” You hiss, pulling a pruning knife from your pocket.

Your spouse’s smile wavers, outstretched arms falling to their sides. “What’s wrong? I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

They step closer, and you take a step back.

“I said stay back!” Your voice and hand waver in tandem, blood rushing in your ears. The air was suddenly much too thin.

Your spouse had been “missing” for almost a month. You’d almost begun to feel safe in your own home again. No more walking on eggshells. No more waiting for the other shoe to drop. No more being screamed at, and threatened, and—

Your spouse closes in, caging you against the door, and gently slides the knife from your hand. You hadn’t known gentleness from those hands since the start of your relationship. You can’t help but flinch away, wrenching your eyes shut with a sob. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please—“

You remember their blood on your hands. The exhaustion and terror as you’d watched them choke on that selfsame blood, eyes hard with desperate hatred up until their last conscious moment. Hadn’t you watched until the end? Waited even longer until their eyes glassed over, and flies began to crawl around that cruel mouth?

You’d buried them in the dead of night, right under your garden. You’d buried them.

You feel them pull away, vaguely aware of them dropping to their knees to rest their head against your legs.

“Look at me, please?” Their voice is soft, terribly soft. They squeeze your thigh gently. “Maybe it will make you feel better to see them like this?”

You force your eyes open, to meet theirs where they look up at you. Bile rises in your throat—

They’re rotting. Rotting apart all over you.

Your head spins, eyes shutting. It was— what had you done? What had you done to deserve to be haunted by the person who’d tormented you for years, just when you thought you were free?

“How can I make you happy?”

Their fingers dig into your thighs harder, desperation seeping into their voice, their voice wavering and reaching a cadence unfamiliar. You can barely understand the words falling from their lips. They sound so far away— or maybe it’s that you’re far away. Maybe this was truly a demon from the deepest bowels of hell, sent to torture you for committing the sin of murder, and they’re dragging you down, down—

“Please talk to me,” they plead, “Please? I can take somebody else’s face, just please— give me a chance?”

Darkness overwhelms your senses.

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why do you guys keep dreaming about my ocs. i dont even dream about my ocs

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Cult Leader Darling x Undead Sacrifice Yandere anyone…?

Being haunted, literally, by one of your greatest sins. Reminded at every turn of what it was like to watch the life drain from their body. The frustration at being unable to rid yourself of them again— somehow they slip through your fingers easily as wine.

Even your most loyal followers, guarding you day and night, can’t protect you from that wretched spectre. The rare moments you’re able to sleep, you wake to find them in your arms, wide, innocent, rotting eyes staring up at you.

They never want to leave your side. They whisper to you, call to you, grumble jealously whenever you move to kill another— reminding them they’re not special, they’re not the only one whose blood stains your soul.

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Shifter; On My Knees

true form, unbelievable, transformation

Day 13 of @yandere-sins’ Monstober and @ozzgin’s Yantober! This one’s fucked up, please read with caution and be gentle with yourself.

CW: recent past abuse, flashbacks to abuse/triggers, murder, gore, panic attack, religious guilt/talk of hell

The basket of eggs drops to the ground. The eggs within split and crack. You can feel the yolk splatter against your clothes, sticky and heavy as blood.

“Stay back!” You hiss, pulling a pruning knife from your pocket.

Your spouse’s smile wavers, outstretched arms falling to their sides. “What’s wrong? I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

They step closer, and you take a step back.

“I said stay back!” Your voice and hand waver in tandem, blood rushing in your ears. The air was suddenly much too thin.

Your spouse had been “missing” for almost a month. You’d almost begun to feel safe in your own home again. No more walking on eggshells. No more waiting for the other shoe to drop. No more being screamed at, and threatened, and—

Your spouse closes in, caging you against the door, and gently slides the knife from your hand. You hadn’t known gentleness from those hands since the start of your relationship. You can’t help but flinch away, wrenching your eyes shut with a sob. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please—“

You remember their blood on your hands. The exhaustion and terror as you’d watched them choke on that selfsame blood, eyes hard with desperate hatred up until their last conscious moment. Hadn’t you watched until the end? Waited even longer until their eyes glassed over, and flies began to crawl around that cruel mouth?

You’d buried them in the dead of night, right under your garden. You’d buried them.

You feel them pull away, vaguely aware of them dropping to their knees to rest their head against your legs.

“Look at me, please?” Their voice is soft, terribly soft. They squeeze your thigh gently. “Maybe it will make you feel better to see them like this?”

You force your eyes open, to meet theirs where they look up at you. Bile rises in your throat—

They’re rotting. Rotting apart all over you.

Your head spins, eyes shutting. It was— what had you done? What had you done to deserve to be haunted by the person who’d tormented you for years, just when you thought you were free?

“How can I make you happy?”

Their fingers dig into your thighs harder, desperation seeping into their voice, their voice wavering and reaching a cadence unfamiliar. You can barely understand the words falling from their lips. They sound so far away— or maybe it’s that you’re far away. Maybe this was truly a demon from the deepest bowels of hell, sent to torture you for committing the sin of murder, and they’re dragging you down, down—

“Please talk to me,” they plead, “Please? I can take somebody else’s face, just please— give me a chance?”

Darkness overwhelms your senses.