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Thinking of tender hands and tender words.

Of the feeling of warm skin pressed to your cheek, and strong hands, powerful and worn in their own right, brushing along the map of your back or over your hair. Soothing your soul with a touch you didn’t know you needed but had always craved.

Dangerous strength that holds you securely like a blanket, steady and tight and ever present. I imagine sweet nothings poured into the shell of your ear, into the dips of your shoulders like a warm tea.

I think of soft hands and softer lips, that caress your features like a painting. You are perfectly crafted, for them. There is not a flaw that exists in the story that is your body and your soul. I am thinking of devotion and love, of safety and forevers.

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FYI to all the people who send me “get well” messages and compliments on my art I hope you guys know how much those mean to me <3 I see all of them and I do intend to respond at some point with little doodles and such but I just want you guys to know that they mean the world to me ❤️ thank you very much your kind support

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Got back from a mini vacation and decided to doodle a little Mickey redesign <3 enjoy

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There’s not many words Jessie would use to describe himself. At least, none especially positive or substantial.

Weak, Pathetic, Faulty, maybe even Perverted…

Shameful. Shameful is a good one.

Especially in this moment.

The curtains of your bedroom windows shift slightly from the cracked glass, cold autumn air seeping into the somewhat cramped space, and urging you to bundle up in your covers just a bit more. Your fan whirs into a soothing white noise, and he wonders why you keep the window open if your room is already near frigid with the ac that creaks from your vents.

Perhaps it’s a human thing that he will never understand. The thought burns a little. (It’s not fair).

Shameful. That word passes through his synthetic mind again. It might be the lingering, deep repressed conscience that he’d hidden under layers of want and sin. Repressed to the back corner of his software to rot and fry, while his circuits burst with the shameful desires he holds for you.

That word certainly suits him. Shameful. It’s shameful the way his iridescent blue eyes cast such an ominous glow on your skin, highlighting the goosebumps that litter your flesh, and making it painfully obvious where his gaze lingers and shifts to. Blue lips, blue arms, blue neck..blue chest….blue stomach. Lower.

Your blankets stop him.

Blue is a color that suits you, he thinks. His blue, to be specific. Whether you’re wearing a blue shirt. Blue jeans or jewelry. Or you’re covered in the blue that pumps through his artificial joints and organs. Frankly, any blue would look great.

His receptors are blue. And Jessie has always believed you always look best when there’s some piece of him on you. His hands, his eyes, his tongue. He thinks to himself, that even though he is blue, blue is your color. It belongs to you. The same way he does.

Shameful. He wonders if this counts as having morales, when he acknowledges that his actions are wrong. That, as his hands begin tracing the contours of your flesh, diving across the expanse of your anatomy, it’s his morales telling him that this is bad. Something he shouldn’t be doing. Are his morales meant to stop them?

Maybe for humans, morales are just something to make themselves feel superior. Not a physical restraint, but something that denies base instinct, and makes them feel proud for having gone against it. But if it’s instinct, is it wrong? If it’s your mind and bodies natural way, isn’t it against your nature to deny it? Do morales make humans feel in control of themselves? Above other species?

Maybe that’s what lead to their downfall. Their superiority.

Maybe morales are simply subjective. They were programmed into him at the very least. So they are there for a reason. Or maybe just to keep him in line? Controllable?

…….

Is he more human for ignoring them? He finds it easy to, in this moment. Easier than it had been, the previous times. When he first met you.

The texture of soft fabric reaches his brain. The sensation traveling through his receptors and into his memory, stored away into a familiar slot. His bionic hand pushes it away, painting more of your skin in that beautiful blue hue.

Shame. Is shame a by product of morales? Is shame subjective? Should he feel shame?

It makes him feel dirty. But he doesn’t think he should. Love isn’t dirty. Love isn’t shameful. And oh, does Jessie love you. He loves your eyes. Your hair. Your skin.

Jessie loves your warmth. It cages his hand like a mitten, when he lets himself be bolder with his touches. When his fingers dip into your curves and folds, and he watches your expressions and reactions with baited breathe. Fake breathe. He doesn’t breathe. (Would he be more human if he did?)

Jessie is a curious android. He doesn’t think that’s something to ashamed of. He doesn’t think love should be ashamed of either.

And this,

This is love. This is his love for you. This is his desire and passion. This is his. Like blue is yours.

There’s nothing shameful about that.

So while there’s not many words Jessie would use to describe himself, he thinks that shameful, at the very least, is certainly not one of them.

But then again…if shame makes human..if shame makes him closer to you. Then maybe it’s not so bad.

The thought makes him giddy.

a/n: not proofread, just wrote this one

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Drabble (unedited)

A/n: needed to get the idea out of my head but I don’t have the energy for a full story yet so

A hero who gained the ability to hop dimensions and used that ability, instead of saving his dimension, to go through every universe possible to find you again. The you that died in his universe died with his morals, and so he sees no reason to save that world when you’re not even in it. So he’ll try again and again, and go through every period of time and universe to find a version of you. And one day he gets lucky. You’re the exact same. In a world so similar. He hasn’t changed much. The way he meets you is almost identical to your original meeting, except you are completely ignorant to the way his heart hammers in his chest and the physical way he has to stop himself from grabbing you then and there. He has known you inside and out. And while there’s some differences, maybe a new tattoo or piercing, maybe a freckle that hadn’t been there the last time, he loves all of them. He’ll miss the old you, but every you is perfect to him. He will find you in every universe. Again, and again, and again.

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I’m sorry for the lack of posts guys, just feeling totally demotivated rn🙏😔 but I’ll try posting something good soon 🫶 thank you for your patience

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I'm also not having a great day so I'm thinking about Mr. Perfect trying to cheer their darling up? if he's not close to them yet it'll probably be subtle, and he seems the type to quietly memorize his Darling, so maybe it almost feels like he "just knows" when they're upset (he also cyberstalks them lbr)

I’m sorry to hear that anon! I hope this helps you feel better if you’re not already <3 fyi, Mr.Perfects name has been settled as prince for the time being <3

Prince is very subtle with his comfort, especially since your relationship isn’t much more than maybe hallway buddies. At least in your eyes. Sure, in most of your shared classes he’s either sat beside you or behind, and sure, you happen to have your lockers right next to each other. And okay yeah, there’s never a day where he fails to great you with a charming smile, regardless of what he’s doing in that moment.

But you’re nothing more than acquaintances. And so you don’t expect him to know you’re feeling down one day, much less to ask you. And he doesn’t. But he greets you a little more tenderly that day, away from his usual crowd of admirers. He mentions offhandedly that he had passed by a vending machine at the mall the other day, and when you don’t respond besides a confused hum, you can’t help being shocked when he procures a tiny little keychain, of your favorite character, from his backpack.

You don’t remember ever telling him about this particular interest, even amidst the idle chatter you two would have during group assignments. Prince remedies your curiosity though, saying he had seen the stickers on your phone case, or notebooks. And while most people might regard this behavior as a little creepy, it’s hard to when the offender was someone like Prince. Who offers you pretty smiles and hidden answers to homework questions or tests.

There’s other instances of this. Maybe you were late to lunch, and your favorite food for the day is all sold out. Prince passes by your table quietly, and with a happy wave, he starts back to his own table; and you’re left to wonder when your sad little lunch had been swapped with your favorite. 

Stuff like this continues throughout the day, or the week. However long you’re feeling down, these behaviors and little things appear one after another, some of them you doubt could’ve been prince to begin with. Your lost pen re-appearing in your locker. Your least favorite subject suddenly canceled because the teacher simply couldn’t be bothered. A parking spot right under a shady tree, bare and waiting for you. So many lucky coincidences eventually lift the weight off your shoulders.

And before you know it you’re greeting Prince back with a slight pep in your step, and you’re left none the wiser of the true culprit behind these “coincidences”.

Additional Info:

Prince ate your lunch like it was his last meal, leading many of his friends to ask if he had skipped breakfast that morning. He just said it tasted better than usual that day, inciting a small riot of students clambering to try the supposedly “better” tasting lunch.

That pen you had lost had been sitting in his shirt pocket for the last week and a half. It was hard to part with admittedly but the shine in your eyes when you found it made the struggle worth it.

Canceling your class was a matter of influence.

He had planned to give you that keychain closer to your birthday, but decided that it was a better moment. It definitely secured a lasting memory that he took pride in.

That parking spot is the one he paid for. It wasn’t hard to find a new one anyway, so he really didn’t mind.

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Comfort <3

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A/n: feeling low, decided I wanted to imagine a fluffy moment with some of my boys. I wrote this just now so might be some poor grammar.

Content: Mild NSFW? GN!Reader.

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Loren(Jock):

It’s hard not to want sweet moments with the youngest Ortega.

He’s a sweetheart to his core, always aching to sweep you off your feet and keep a smile on your face.

His personality at its rawest is a lover boy, at least when it comes to you.

So when you’re feeling down, I imagine he’ll stop at nothing to bring you back up again.

His instinct will be to make you laugh. But sometimes that’s not what you need.

And while he’s not the smartest, he likes to think he knows you, and he’s nothing if not adaptive.

So you’ll find yourself swaddled in his arms, head on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his steady breaths, the T.V playing your favorite show; but you’re hardly paying attention to it. Because his fingers are on your back, rubbing soothing circles into the fabric of your shirt, and his face is in your neck because even now he can’t help being a little selfish with you.

His lips are on you forehead, whispering sweet pet names to you, ask gently about your day, and if you don’t want to talk that’s fine. He’s patient with you, and you don’t need to speak if you don’t want to.

10/10, would use him as a bed again.

Jessie(Android):

In my personal headcanon, you’re a bit of a tough cookie. But the benefits of being an AI are near limitless, and it’d be a bit embarrassing if he was incapable of knowing when you weren’t feeling well.

His comfort comes in the form of gestures.

A cup of coffee or tea on your desk. A little less paper work then usual, and you’ve noticed that one assignment that had been giving you a hard time was suddenly complete and turned in. Be careful though, he might insist on taking you home and “helping” you get some rest.

He’s more respectful than usual. Still a pathetic loser, vying for your attention one way or another, but he makes an effort to not overwhelm you.

He offers his ears and shoulder, and he might pry a little under the guise of “Worker Mental Health”, but you know him better than that.

And while hes still a creep and a pain in your neck, he’s also a wonderful listener.

He doesn’t interrupt, he doesn’t question you. He nods and hums, and by the end of it all he’ll give you the answers you need, and maybe even the solution depending on if the problem is another person. (He’s not above an abuse of power I’m afraid.)

And maybe, if you’re feeling generous at the end of it all, you’ll give him a kiss on the cheek and watch as the circuits in his eyes seem to buzz with life, and his system starts to malfunction for the upteenth time this week.

10/10 what a cutie.

Cameron(Therapist):

Now he seems like the obvious choice, and in some ways he is.

He’s a wonderful person to express your frustrations and sorrows to. He’s intelligent, especially emotionally, and if you’re looking for validation or an outside view, he’s the person to go to. (Though you’re not guaranteed an unbiased opinion.)

But he’s touchy.

His hands find a way to yours, soft skin smoothing over your palms and nails. They appear on your shoulders and knead the tension in your muscles into a soft dough.

His warm eyes study yours without pause, and at times the attention might be a little intense. And if you stutter over your words you’ll be witness to the charming, sickeningly seductive smile that appears on his lips and in his eyes.

And….Cameron’s number 1 cure might be a little less than innocent. But you expected that didn’t you? You know Cameron.

And so really, how surprised can you be when you find your back against his, and your skin flushed with his attempts at “distracting your silly little head”.

Now the line between you two is blurred even more, and you’re left to wonder if this treatment is offered to all his patients. (It’s not by the way, and he will reassure you of that with another round of “cures”)

10/10 sore but happy

Collin(Fanboy):

In this scenario we have no choice to believe that you guys are either in a relationship or on the verge of one.

Because this behavior would probably not be too well received otherwise.

His instinct is to distract you, similar to Cameron’s, though with more varying means.

Wanna sit on his lap and play some games? He’ll try really really really hard not to make it obvious that he’s horny as hell.

Wanna cuddle on the bed? He’ll cover your eyes so you don’t have to see the obsessive and frankly disturbing amounts of memorabilia on his walls and bedsheets, all plastered with your likeness.

Maybe some food will cheer you up! He’s a pretty good cook according to his mother and brother. So he’ll make you something nice and warm to fill your belly, or even something that you’ve been craving.

Spa day? Consider it done! He’s (trying) to style your hair, and he’s painting your nails or washing your face.

And if all else fails, and the dozens of videos he looked up on how to make your partner feel better, somehow don’t work. He’ll drag you into the dark recesses of his bedroom, and put those muscles he’s worked so hard for to use.

10/10, he’s doing his best.

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Loren listening to Blue Ain't Your Color. That's it, that's the post (I'm partial to the Home Free cover myself, hehe)

I love that song! Loren has always had a special place in my heart, and one of my favorite songs to listen to (that I personally headcanon as being his favorite), is “Orange Colored Sky” by Nat King Cole. Such an upbeat song and the lyrics just scream Loren to me? Because I’ve always viewed him as a very silly lover?

Like Loren is the guy who wants to make you laugh because he stuffed your locker with balloons for your birthday. Or the guy who’s dramatically falling to his knees when you say you have to go home for the day. His goal is always to have you smiling. Whether you’re in a relationship or not, the line will be consistently blurred by how sweet and romantic his actions towards you are.

A kiss on your temple, big arms holding you around your shoulders as you waddle through the halls, trying to make it seem like this 6ft something jock isn’t acting like your back pack. HES JUST SO SWEET DUDE.

His original storyline (as my oc) is a completely different timeline though. He’s a knight in a fantasy world I made a long time ago (which a lot of my ocs are also a part of). But even in that original timeline he’d act the exact same way towards his darling. Like if you lived in a tower, he’s breaking through your window. If you’re just a commoner or someone who works in the stables, he’s shirking his duties to come see you. LIKE HE LOVES YOUUU.

I love Loren 🫶

[kachowden]

WHYAREYOUBLUE?!?!???!

WHY NOT? WHY NOT HUH?

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I usually leave the notifications for tumblr off but I'm turning them back on just so that I'll be notified when you post

Have a gift 🫶

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Yandere!Therapist x GN!Reader

TW: NSFW, Dubcon/noncon masturbation(?), phone sex?? Phone play?? Cameron’s questionable moral compass. Drabble(?)

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Warm candlelight breaths amber into the surrounding dishes and furniture. Idle chatter fogs over the dining crowd of businessman, waiters and families alike. The sound of expensive wine poured into equally expensive glass.

Listless honey eyes stare dully at the glamour around him, fluffy lashes draped over in boredom as the group of classily dressed men and women chatter on, high class laughter grating his sensitive ears incessantly.

And yet through all the noise he hears it. A familiar ringtone that brings a sparkle to his eyes and has him suavely, yet eagerly fishing out his phone, cheeks warming ever so slightly at the contact that glows in his hand. His eyes trace the curve of the individuals features, the memory that plays being a recollection of when the photo was taken, and without his knowledge, a warm smile spreads past his lips.

“Excuse me..” his warm, soothing voice bleeds into the tables, his chair soundlessly pushing against the waxed tiles of the restaurant as he stands. “I have to take this..”

“Oh?~ Cameron, don’t tell me you’ve finally found yourself a partner..~ and here I was hoping you’d stay..picky.” A feminine voice calls to him, dripping in tasteless syrup that sours his smile, only slightly. The charming grin he sends back encouraging a small spiel of giggles from the other guests mouths as they watch the very handsome man straighten himself, politely.

“Nothing quite like that…just a client, actually.” He assures, though the denial dries his tongue unpleasantly enough for him to take a quick sip of the sparkling water he had ordered, before stepping fluidly around a waiter who had just reached their table, the smell of fresh food hardly catching his interest as he sped through the restaurant and to his car.

His thumb presses the accept button, and he nearly sucks in his lip with the anticipation.

“Dr. Cameron?”

“Darling…” he breathes in a tone far more than friendly, eyes closing as he hears the laugh oozing ichor into his ear, hardly deterred by the speakers crackle. “How are you? Any problems?”

“No, nothing like that..you just said that if I found myself feeling a bit in my head that I could call. This isn’t a bad time is it?” The worry in their voice sends his mind reeling already, chest stuttering with a shaken breath. He finds himself missing the pressure of a certain garment on his skin, sinking floral patterns into the flesh with each breath. But there was no sense in wearing it if his favorite patient wasn’t there to see it.

The brunette laughs, a charming and warm sound that barely hides the beat of his thundering heart. His cheeks burn and sweat a little, the affects of their voice so close to him muddling his mind slightly, as he eases into the leather seats of his car. Even though he is aware it is just a phantom, he cannot help but to lean into the imaginary feeling of their breath against his neck.

“Hardly. Never a bad time for you at least, My darling. Tell me…what’s on your mind?” he pauses, nearly surprised to find himself out of breath, as their voice begins to tickle his ear. They talk thoughtfully of their day, and he hangs onto every word, responding perfectly despite the way his eyes nearly roll back, and he finds himself shamefully squirming against the sweaty seats of the much too hot car.

“…..I just feel..I don’t know it’s like I’m experiencing this range of emotions but it’s so….I just can’t tell if I’m over reacting you know?”

“Of course....”

He counts his blessings when the phone doesn’t pick up the sounds of his labored breaths, or the metallic click of his belt buckle. Normally, he would find himself with a bit more composure. More decorum, at least in the presence of others.

But, perhaps it had been too long since their last talk. Perhaps he had been a bit pent up lately. Or perhaps he had even had a few too many sips of that wine earlier. But in this moment he finds it too far out of his realm to care.

The sound of their voice is like strings that tie pretty bows around his body. Pulling at his wrist, and bringing his hand lower and deeper into the fabric of his cotton boxers. Their voice carries his fingers into a vice grip around a pulsing hot mess that begs for their touch. And when they pause to check on him, having heard the sharp hiss of air that left through his lips, he nearly comes undone too fast.

“I’m..alright, Darling, just…continue speaking for me. I want to hear more about how you felt when you ran into your friend this morning..”

Despite the gutter that his mind stews in, his thoughts catch ever so dutifully onto their every word, eyes glossed with a murky sheen of lust and adoration, body flushed with the evidence of their power over him.

His thighs shake when he’s close, and there’s only a brief moment of shame that slithered into his mind, disgusted with himself for getting off to their moment of vulnerability, but it’s washed away by the sheer euphoria of his finish, and he barely has time to stuff his mouth with his shirt to muffle the drawn out whimpering moan that breaks through. And still he’s listens. His place in your retelling hasn’t been lost, as if his finger had followed along the words of your story as he read.

And even when you ask him for feedback, there is not a stutter to his words.

“You know darling…I think there’s a lot we could discuss about this. How about you come in tomorrow? We’ll make it an early session.”

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Cameron my beloved ❤️

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ur aesthetic changes are giving me whiplash😭😭

Let me live I’m trying my best

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Will you be writing for the demon prince dude or is it js a silly lil blurb ? :3

Demon Prince x Reader

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Shimmerying amethyst eyes trailed the figure of a lone servant carefully. Not a breath went unnoticed, not a hair unaccounted for. To him, every step they took was like a dance or a song. Every smile on their face was a painting that he wished to display in bright colors and expensive canvases. He wasn’t entirely sure where these thoughts and feelings stemmed from, or why he found his heart racing just a bit faster when they would glide closer to him, still ever so absorbed in their duties.

“Prince Kyllian.”

The owner of the purple eyes and steady gaze hummed mindlessly in response, purposefully ignorant to the knowing gaze of his admiral, that stood ever so dutifully besides the thrown.

“Are you well?”

A brief furrow in dark brows, followed by the slightest turn of his neck, the prince pursed his lips in thought.

“Why do you ask?”

“You seem…distracted. It’s unlike you.” The older man nearly smiled, the corners of his lips twitching with amusement as he studied the princes form. Even his body was leaning in the direction of the busy servant, his entire being seemingly ensnared in their presence, yet they remained none the wiser. ‘How funny.’

The Princes pointed ears twitched and flushed, a somewhat embarrassed blush dusting his purple skin, his eyes finally snapping away from your form to acknowledge the man at his side. He scoffed when baring witness to the Admirals subtly smug expression, his own lips peeling into a false sneer, an attempt to play off his little blunder.

“I am simply bored. Nothing exciting has happened as of late. No attempts on my life. No wanted criminal running amuck.” He drones, glancing down at the sharp, well taken care of nails of his hand, eyes one again drifting to follow you, before snapping back with a well timed cough.

“Well that would be your doing, Sire. You’ve wiped out each assassin who sought to take your head, and struck such fear into your kingdom that they wouldn’t even think to cross you. You rule with an iron fist, my lord.”

“How boring..” Kyllian sighed, leaning back into his chair with a disappointed huff, when seeing amidst their conversation you had darted off, surely to continue your duties. Perhaps he should tell the head butler to adjust your tasks? Make it to where you’d stay within his line of sight. For observation of course. You were still new after all.

“Is that perhaps the reason you’ve seemed so enamored with our newest hire?” The cheeky tone that seeped into the Admirals words were not disregarded by the prince, only deepening his scowl, a half hearted glare thrown his way as if to retaliate the notion.

“I’m not-!..…I am not enamored. Simply curious.”

“Because they’re human?”

“Precisely.” A lie, bold faced and completely apparent to the Admiral, who had worked so closely with the prince for many years.

“Do you suspect them then?”

“…no.” A truth. There was not a bone in the princes body that believed you to have ill will. Nor did he believe there was a bone in your body that could be rotted in such a way. You were too honest, and as rude as it may seem, you didn’t seem cunning enough to play a ruse like that so expertly.

The Admiral hummed in response, his golden eyes taking in the thoughtful gaze of the crown prince.

His highness was a bit ignorant in the ways of people. Specifically feelings. Viewed as a rather merciless tyrant, didn’t leave much room for positive social interaction. So it did not surprise him that the prince was a bit…oblivious to his own feelings. Especially positive ones.

“Well…since it is rather rare to have a human in our kingdom, much less the palace, perhaps it would be beneficial to speak with them more, intimately. For security reasons of course. Just to be sure.”

Purple eyes narrowed at the idea, an embarrassing wave of anticipation flooding his body at the thought of sharing a meal with you. It’d be a good time for him to figure out what these odd sensations inside him were.

“…what do you suggest?”

My, his highness was utterly hopeless. With an exaggerated sigh, the Admiral turned his head forward to avoid the offended expression on the demons face. “Perhaps a dinner?”

The corner of his gaze caught the sudden flinch of the royal, and he had to bite his tongue to withhold the laugh that threatened through. It was nearly cute, how eager the prince was to be around you. Especially since he was often such a cold ruler.

“Yes…Yes, that sounds perfect. Inform the chefs of the change for tonight, make sure enough is prepared for two. And..have the head butler inform the little human that I expect them in the dining hall by 6, not a second later. Understood?”

“Certainly your highness.”

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Are Chris and Loren in the same universe?

That would be funny

They are not actually! There’s kind of a bit of lore I play into internally where the y/ns and the yandere are all alternates of the same universe. Or the same earth I guess but in different stages in time.

There’s even a character I made who runs the “hub” so to speak that interconnects these worlds. A Demi god I guess? Eldritch being? Not sure but he himself is a yandere who wants his own y/n (he does eventually get one btw don’t worry)

So none of the yanderes exist in the same plane.

But I could still in theory write about them if they did! The mostly like ones to share a universe are Cameron, Loren, Collin and Chris since none of them are involved with supernatural.

Chata and Apis could live in the same universe as well, with potentially Mickey as well. Jessie and Armaros are the least likely to exist in the same plane as any of the others because they’re both based in different stages in time.

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Mr. Perfect needs a perfect-boy name. Chase or Darren or Sebastian or Adam. OR maybe his name is a literary reference bc his parents are rich? like Basil, in reference to Dorian Grey, or Demetrius, in reference to a Midsummer Night's Dream?

These are all so good! Especially the meaning omggg

I might have to run a poll to be honest! I’m totally indecisive otherwise lmfao I’ve gotten lots of good suggestions I’m so glad you guys already like him 🙈🙈

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help I'm already in love with Mr. Perfect

I also love the idea of him cyberstalking his darling, like he somehow just knows about things they like, like. they make a joke and he replies with a reference to their favorite youtuber. he'll "forget" to turn off his ringer and it's a song from their favorite artist. if they wear merch, he'll comment on it. just noticing every single little thing you do

YES YES YESSSSS

omg I’m like blushing just thinking about him 🙈

He’s just so like, thoughtlessly kind?? In a way that, as someone outside of his circle of friends, you just think it’s just who he is to everyone. Like, okay, yknow those popular kids at school? Where you think they’ll be total assholes but they’re actually pretty nice?? That’s him. He’s that.

HES JUST SO NICE. But likes he so obsessed with you! There’s always a little twitch in his expression when he looks at you, or when she’s jealous. Like a twitch in his smile or his hand fidgeting suddenly.

He totally has a shrine. Something dedicated to you. His parents think you’re his partner or some sweet little crush. Not he’s totally obsessed with you.

AHHHH I love him. I’m gonna draw him later 🫶🫶

Any name ideas?