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The Laughing Lion and the White Lady

Donovan spots the sword before he even spies her. A brilliant, red-crusted thing of foreign make. She plays with it freely, listening intently as it zings though the air, occasionally beaming and hissing with delight at the sound. He raises a brow, gives her a wary look. Spoils of the enemy leadership are traditionally given back to the empire, to be enjoyed by the Crown or other members of the crest.

“That's a nice blade…” He stresses his words. “I think the empire will be very impressed.”

She tosses it, flipping it in her hand, eyes trained on the way it gleams. “Fuck the empire. I'm keeping it.”

Gods, hardly a few sentences in, and she's already got him sighing and shaking his head. It's been five minutes since the battle was over, but clearly, it would be too much to ask for a moment's reprieve from stress. “You know you can't do that.”

“Oh?” She grins. “I'm the white lady. What are they going to do? Scold me?”

“They might.” Probably worse, he imagines.

She scoffs. “Please. There is a reason the crest has welcomed you into their ranks. People like us too much. Even they are not foolish enough to push our ire.”

He huffs, holds out an arm to stop her. “Even we aren't untouchable when it comes to the crown.”

She ducks, strolling a few feet, then spits at the ground. “Seeing how much more we could be making as mercenaries, I think the crown can afford to spare me a trophy or two.” She turns back with a pout. “Besides, they'd just hang him on the wall.” Then displays it once more with a pointed flourish. “Look at him. He wants to be used.”

Even in his frustration, he can't help breaking into a grin, watching her twirl it around. “So, it's a ‘he’, now?”

“Of course. You've heard of him.”

A famous sword. Gods above and below, it will be even worse when the crown finds out. “I have?”

“Mm.” She nods, eyes flashing back to him, then away again. “The Saltwater Prince.”

He blinks. “That… is the Saltwater Prince?”

She looks him in the eye, smiling as she always does. As a challenge. “It is.”

He groans, raising a hand to his head. Not a famous sword. A mythic one. This is too much. “Bianca…”

“It's too late. I've already named him and everything.”

He curses. A name is not something he can disrespect. You can only be named by that which owns you. If she has named the sword, there is nothing he can do. And she knows that. Surely, the only reason she bothered, cheeky heretic that she is...

He laughs, tired. “This is like back in training, when you used to used to name the ducks we had for dinner…”

She hums. Nostalgic. Hungry. “You remember Puck? He was my favorite. Very tasty.”

He glares at her pointedly. “It used to make the other kids sick. Getting them all attached that way...”

She scoffs. “Weak stomachs.” She shrugs. “Sometimes you have to eat your friends. Nothing personal.”

He shakes his head, then pauses, nods at the sword. “So, what's 'his' name?”

She glances back at him, mysterious, and eager to play. “Guess.”

He heaves a great sigh, but resigns to take part in her game. “Is it… Antiguas?”

She picks up a nearby rag, begins to wipe the blade. “We already have an Antiguas.”

“There were three Pucks.”

“Mm, yes, and very sad the second and third never managed to live up to their forebear.” She sniffs. “Very noble bloodline all the same. But we don't need another Antiguas.”

He rolls his eyes, brows raised. “Oh, I didn't realize a name was needed, in this case.”

There's a beat, as she finishes wiping down the blade. She tosses aside the rag, inspects her new toy, then swings it with a flourish, pointing it at him. “His name is Donovan.”

His constant grin begins to fall. “What?”

She curtsies, presenting the sword, then swings it up above her head, pointed at the heavens, using her free hand to gesture towards him, and then up to it. “Donovan.”

He tries to force a laugh. She must be joking. “Is it?”

“It is.”

He presses, unconvinced. “Truly.”

“Of course.” Her grin relaxes into a gentler smile, letting it fall, and turning it in her hands almost fondly. “I think it suits him.”

He inhales, watching her handle the thing so lovingly, refer to it by his name. He just manages to keep his calm. “You're not serious... I can't share my name with a sword.”

“Not just your name," she scoffs. "You don't own it.”

“You can't call the sword by my name!” A rough, angry laugh erupts as he waves around, gesturing at the camp. “What if the dogs hear you?”

“They'll say, oh, what an honor, to have Bianca name her fancy new sword after you. Oh, if only it were me!” She bats her eyes in mimicry, then shrugs, sinking into a battle stance, going through the motions with the blade. “Give them a delightful, new, little idea to rub off to.”

He sighs, exasperated with her attitude, and annoyed by her cavalier reference to the unsavory light so many of their men viewed her in. “They'll never let it go. They'll laugh at us both.”

“Good. Soldiers need amusement where they can get it. How dare you threaten to deprive the empire's finest!” She has not stopped running her drills.

He tries a different approach. He stalks forward, obstructing her practice. “Bianca. I have a reputation.”

She stops, raises a brow. “Oh, do you? Well, pardon me, good sir. I had no idea I was invoking the name of such a well-to-do buck. I'll cry tears of blood.”

He growls in frustration, turning away and throwing his hands up. “Come on, Bianca!”

She tilts her head, unimpressed. “Please. You worry too much for someone so lucky.”

He swallows, turns, hesitant to be honest. The real issue, besides how it hurts his heart for her to equate him to some weapon, spoil of war, is that people will hear she has named her sword after him, and whisper about them. Assume things, that are not as true as he'd like them to be. “People will think things.”

“You overestimate them.”

He growls. “They'll talk.”

“As they are wont to do.”

“Of us.” He tries to say it like a warning, rather than a plea.

She smiles. “Of course, they will.”

He blinks, unprepared for her answer. He doesn't know quite what to say.

She smirks. “Trust me. They'll love it.” She imitates the gossip in a squeaky, raspy voice. “Did you hear? The white lady is so devoted to her commander, she's renamed a famous sword for him.” She finally tucks the sword into her belt, dusting off her hands and leaving for her tent. “How romantic. They'll lap it up.”

He shifts awkwardly, hands itching to grab her, but instead he catches up to her. “You know how the gloss and the stock are about names. Even more so the crest…”

“Oh, will there be a scandal, you think? Even better.” She looks pleased. “They'll devour it.”

He shakes his head at her. She has never paid much heed to warnings, even his. “If you are so eager to serve them a story, I suppose there is no stopping you.”

“Never has been before.”

“No!” He snaps. “No, there really hasn't.”

She pauses, frowning. Then she walks over, gets in his face, and pats his cheek, condescendingly, almost maternally. “It's for your own good, Vivi. Nothing paints a man so grand as another's blind devotion.”

He lets his eyes slip shut at this, well aware of how much devotion he has poured into her over the years. How much devotion it took to even get her a place at his side.

After a moment, he relaxes, and laughs, deep and full and resigned to all hell. “Right. An excellent point.”

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we could be covered in blood together if you stopped playing hard to get

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I just want my OTP to derrive meaning from each other in a way that would be incredibly unhealthy and codependent if two people did that in real life but is profoundly poetic and romantic within the context of a fictional piece of media in consuming.

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"I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you."

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Unconventional Tools of the Trade — an edit requested by @villainousthoughts who asked for "more interesting ways for creepy love interests to kill".

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I'm back from the dead and working through requests! Thank you for following and sorry it took so long - like, almost a year? - to return. 2020's been wild but also I sort of got more requests than I was expecting, and it was a little overwhelming.

I closed my inbox atm but I'm considering opening it on my days off. For now, I'm just working through the requests I already have, as well as posting my own stuff that I made but never got around to sharing. It is mostly anons asking, so it's entirely possible that some requesters have already moved on and forgotten about them, but I plan to try to tackle them all anyway. My style may have changed a little, and the formatting of the posts as well, but hopefully nothing so much that you regret sending in the request.

Thanks so much for your kindness, I really appreciate your interest in the blog, whether you're sending requests in or just following out of curiosity. Feel free to talk to me just for fun, about yanderes, romance, writing, or whatever you want to get off your chest!

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But I heard a song today in the car while I was being taken to the House - If you love somebody, set them free. Why though? The way I see it, if you love someone, they shouldn't leave. If they do, you're well within your rights to hunt them the fuck down.

Light Yagami - Those Who Stand for Nothing Fall for Anything

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i really like the yandere dynamic but i dont openly post or reblog about it anymore cuz i've had people give me a hard time over it being problematic. and i get told im terrible, get called a freak... idk. do you have any advice for dealing with this...?

Hey anon, sorry for not getting to you sooner. We have a lot of questioned queued up to be answered but I decided to put you first since this is a pretty big issue. 

To be a yandere fan, we’re in a rather precarious position. Like any fandom, we are plagued with bad apples that end up painting the community’s face as a whole. You know the type of bad apples that all fandoms have: the overzealous stans that either attack those outside the community for not sharing a view or catering to our fandom. We also suffer from infighting/bullying between yandere fans because not everyone shares the same views on what a yandere is or even for something as stupid as a yandere headcanon for a character that never was a yandere, to begin with. But unlike most fandoms, the works that we support tend to go against us at times. That is to say… since we’re a bit of an under “funded” (e.g. don’t have enough yandere media. Especially for male yanderes) fandom, people tend to quickly put CrAzY characters on a pedestal without question. And this hurts our credibility, ALOT.  Having group within the fandom worshipping some non-yandere, psychotic girl as a yandere just because she’s kawaii while the more “sane” fans try to explain, “No, we swear yandere’s aren’t like that” doesn’t look good for our case. 

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"They say it's always the last person you'd expect. Well? Are you surprised? It has been a while, hasn't it? It's been too long."

Yandere Moodboard: Childhood Best Friend Turned Kidnapper

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"It's time these desperate bitches realize that this school is mine - and so are you."

Yandere Moodboard: Regina George for anonymous

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for @randomaccforlurking - thanks for your patience, i loved writing about this so I hope you enjoy!

if somebody asked kurama what first made him like you, he'd tell them it was your fire or your inner strength or your cunning, or something else equally intimidating, but in reality, it was the kind way you treated him. naruto was the first human to treat him with respect, but you were the first human to take it a step further - the first human to be interested in him for his own sake

he's more direct than other yanderes - kurama doesn't have any interest in the intricacies of human ways. when he decides you're his, he'll find you and tell you directly. when he feels like your friends and family are encroaching on his territory, he'll tell you they're annoying and to get rid of them

at the same time, he's a total tsundere. he isn't used to caring and being cared about so when pressed to explain why he protects you, or spends time with you, he'll say something about how "irritating" it would be to replace you, or how he finds you "tolerable"

he vacillates wildly between the two behaviors, sometimes mid-sentence. "you're too ridiculous and pathetic to survive on your own, so if anyone bothers you, let me know and i'll destroy them and everything they've ever loved."

one day he gets a good look at you and realizes that you're a pretty little thing, just his type. from then on, the same directness/denial dictates his flirtations. "i am a creature far beyond you in years, power, and prowess - you should be flattered such a being has offered to grant you a place in his bed"

at first, you assume both of these are just part of his strange attempts to cheer you up after a long day. you consider the two of you friends, as funny as that sounds. and it does sound funny, because to literally everyone outside of you, naruto, and sometimes team 7, he's a terrifying enigma

kurama either cares about people or he doesn't. he parses his affections very sparsely and selectively, and those who receive it, receive it in full force. so, strangely, he can acknowledge to himself that he's willing to kill for you before he realizes how he... feels for you

and he does kill for you. often. with great, open pleasure. thankfully, there are enough actual threats to you in a world of shinobi that he doesn't start in on those that just irritate you

at first.

but the world is getting safer, and there are others, humans who understand you intuitively in ways kurama could never hope to, humans who find you interesting and fun to be around, and he knows exactly how right they are and it makes him seethe

on the other hand, there's also those other humans, somehow even more despicable, the ones who don't know their place, such weak, bitter creatures that shouldn't even look at someone like you, let alone insult you with such poor treatment

he takes it out on you at first, with vitriolic words and cold looks, but the confusion and hurt in your eyes quickly puts an end to that. it wouldn't help anyways - you clearly aren't the problem. it's the others

so. he starts getting rid of the problem. and word gets around. he's smarter than to be obvious about it. his security in the village is too fragile as it is. he starts with threats, and if they're too stupid to adhere to his demands, he's a powerful being, physically and politically. he has them disappear, on missions, far outside of the village. when searching, all they can hope to find is a small mangled chunk of bone or a tattered piece of blackening flesh. animals, they suggest with creased brows, trained hounds, or feral wolves? when naruto glances at him, he licks his lips and shrugs

you won't live forever, you note one day with a shrug and a laugh. it's true, and always has been, but it sends him reeling. you're going to die one day - you will, and he'll be left alone again. alone and alive for who knows how long without you? he thinks of all those years he lived before you. maybe that's when it starts to dawn on him that his interest in you is beyond friendship, beyond carnal, beyond normal

either way, this is the moment he decides you're not going to die. he's one of the most powerful creatures the ninja world has ever conceived, and immortality itself has been brushed by plenty lesser. no one will take you from him - not even time itself

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"Three days after the seventh anniversary of her team's disappearance, Sakura returns to her hometown of Konohagakure and spies a familiar, masked face lurking among the rolling hills of the abandoned Uchiha estate. A ghost of a man, with silvery hair and a book in his fingers. Her former tutor, long presumed dead: Hatake Kakashi."

Yandere Moodboard: Gothic Horror KakaSaku AU for @suemeilovesakura

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"They say it's always the last person you'd expect. Well? Are you surprised? It has been a while, hasn't it? It's been too long."

Yandere Moodboard: Childhood Best Friend Turned Kidnapper

[darlingsdontdie]

"It's time these desperate bitches realize that this school is mine - and so are you."

Yandere Moodboard: Regina George for anonymous

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for @randomaccforlurking - thanks for your patience, i loved writing about this so I hope you enjoy!

if somebody asked kurama what first made him like you, he'd tell them it was your fire or your inner strength or your cunning, or something else equally intimidating, but in reality, it was the kind way you treated him. naruto was the first human to treat him with respect, but you were the first human to take it a step further - the first human to be interested in him for his own sake

he's more direct than other yanderes - kurama doesn't have any interest in the intricacies of human ways. when he decides you're his, he'll find you and tell you directly. when he feels like your friends and family are encroaching on his territory, he'll tell you they're annoying and to get rid of them

at the same time, he's a total tsundere. he isn't used to caring and being cared about so when pressed to explain why he protects you, or spends time with you, he'll say something about how "irritating" it would be to replace you, or how he finds you "tolerable"

he vacillates wildly between the two behaviors, sometimes mid-sentence. "you're too ridiculous and pathetic to survive on your own, so if anyone bothers you, let me know and i'll destroy them and everything they've ever loved."

one day he gets a good look at you and realizes that you're a pretty little thing, just his type. from then on, the same directness/denial dictates his flirtations. "i am a creature far beyond you in years, power, and prowess - you should be flattered such a being has offered to grant you a place in his bed"

at first, you assume both of these are just part of his strange attempts to cheer you up after a long day. you consider the two of you friends, as funny as that sounds. and it does sound funny, because to literally everyone outside of you, naruto, and sometimes team 7, he's a terrifying enigma

kurama either cares about people or he doesn't. he parses his affections very sparsely and selectively, and those who receive it, receive it in full force. so, strangely, he can acknowledge to himself that he's willing to kill for you before he realizes how he... feels for you

and he does kill for you. often. with great, open pleasure. thankfully, there are enough actual threats to you in a world of shinobi that he doesn't start in on those that just irritate you

at first.

but the world is getting safer, and there are others, humans who understand you intuitively in ways kurama could never hope to, humans who find you interesting and fun to be around, and he knows exactly how right they are and it makes him seethe

on the other hand, there's also those other humans, somehow even more despicable, the ones who don't know their place, such weak, bitter creatures that shouldn't even look at someone like you, let alone insult you with such poor treatment

he takes it out on you at first, with vitriolic words and cold looks, but the confusion and hurt in your eyes quickly puts an end to that. it wouldn't help anyways - you clearly aren't the problem. it's the others

so. he starts getting rid of the problem. and word gets around. he's smarter than to be obvious about it. his security in the village is too fragile as it is. he starts with threats, and if they're too stupid to adhere to his demands, he's a powerful being, physically and politically. he has them disappear, on missions, far outside of the village. when searching, all they can hope to find is a small mangled chunk of bone or a tattered piece of blackening flesh. animals, they suggest with creased brows, trained hounds, or feral wolves? when naruto glances at him, he licks his lips and shrugs

you won't live forever, you note one day with a shrug and a laugh. it's true, and always has been, but it sends him reeling. you're going to die one day - you will, and he'll be left alone again. alone and alive for who knows how long without you? he thinks of all those years he lived before you. maybe that's when it starts to dawn on him that his interest in you is beyond friendship, beyond carnal, beyond normal

either way, this is the moment he decides you're not going to die. he's one of the most powerful creatures the ninja world has ever conceived, and immortality itself has been brushed by plenty lesser. no one will take you from him - not even time itself

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From Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.

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"Three days after the seventh anniversary of her team's disappearance, Sakura returns to her hometown of Konohagakure and spies a familiar, masked face lurking among the rolling hills of the abandoned Uchiha estate. A ghost of a man, with silvery hair and a book in his fingers. Her former tutor, long presumed dead: Hatake Kakashi."

Yandere Moodboard: Gothic Horror KakaSaku AU for @suemeilovesakura