#Amaria's Basement

[amarias-yandere-blog]

"Run if you can, Darling. I will find you even among the galaxy."

-Yandere!Blade x Reader (Honkai Star Rail)

-‼️Warnings include: murder, forced affection, manhandling, physical violence, unreciprocated contact, other general yandere themes‼️

Special thanks to Myla on my discord server for reading and commenting on any mistakes for me!

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You do not remember when you met him. You don't remember how. But you do remember why: a goddamn coffee shop. Craving something that would be able to keep you awake long enough to finish your rough draft for college, you headed out at one in the morning. A man with a beanie, a face mask, and sunglasses caught your attention as you ordered.

And as they say, curiosity killed the cat.

You were like a beacon in the darkest night- a wonderful drop of color in the grayest walls and dark navy seas. He grew curious about you, a seemingly innocent and tired person who was little more than a drop in the ocean of people he'd met.

But the way you walked up to him with the sweetest smile and that tired, but determined voice- oh, perhaps he had been stricken with a far more powerful disease than mara. Or perhaps he'd mistaken your curiosity for a bit of affection. All he knew was that your eyes held an innocent look in them.

Call him a sadist. Because he wanted to take that innocence for his own.

The second meeting was in the nearby library. You chalked it up to coincidence. He chalked it up to meticulous research, preparation, and an obsession to see your innocent light once again.

Things eventually developed. You fell for him. He was rather quiet, but he looked at you like no one else did in a long time. At least, from what you could see above the dark-rimmed sunglasses he wore.

The first time you actually saw his face was in an alleyway. You had accidentally run into some thugs. He was far more aggressive than you thought he needed to be, but his vermilion eyes and the way his lips were pushed into a thin, unamused line were... well, you could not lie. They were captivating. 

The thugs, bleeding from his curious black sword riddled with golden cracks, ran as he walked towards you- towering over you with one hand still on his blade and the other resting on the wall behind you.

"That was foolish of you, Y/n," he scolded before bending down, stealing your precious lips for his own. His eyes never left your form as you gasped in shock at his boldness. And he only grew bolder- pushing your face up so that he had a better angle to steal your breath. 

Your savior had completely taken you for his own. And you were fine with that, grabbing a hold of his neck for support as he took everything he could. It was like a dark ocean had enveloped your warm light at that moment, though you didn't know it.

That point on, he would disappear from your sight for weeks, if not months. Sometimes he would come to your door covered in blood but without a scratch on his body.

It was during one of those days when he had disappeared without a trace that you figured out who he was. You learned his name. 

Blade. Stellaron Hunter. Dangerous. It was recommended that you run if you saw him. That night in the alleyway became crystal clear to you. He was so skilled with the sword. He could have killed those people. No- you realized with a tear running from your face that he had. They hadn't run away. They had bled out and died while he covered your eyes from the sight using his body.

Slowly taking away your innocence. Your light. Claiming your love for himself. His vermilion eyes were a flag- all too deep and clear and that is why he hid them from you for so long.

In a panic, you decided to take the initiative and move as far away as possible. You quit your job, you moved across the world, you even threw your phone away at the drop of a dime. You were scared. And rightly so. Perhaps you would have escaped from his gaze if you had learned this from the first time you saw his face.

But it was just far too late now.

When you got out of the house, it was quiet in the apartment you shared with three other people. Two girls, one guy, and you. When you came into the living room, you were met with a gorey sight. A man stood tall, his sword hugged tight against his chest as he closed his eyes and waited patiently for a new chapter to start.

Bodies lay scattered across the room, their blood dripping from the ceiling and the walls, soaking the floor, the couch- but not a drop was on him. There was a cruel, cold wind blowing through the room.

"Bad choice, Y/n." The man suddenly spoke, all too aware of your sweet presence in the room. "Now three people have paid your price." He opened his eyes to glare at you, the sword disappearing from his grip. His hands made a wide gesture, as though inviting you to hug him. But instead, you stepped away.

"G-get away from me, Blade." You tried to sound confident. His lips curled into a smile before he put a hand on his head, laughing darkly at your puny display.

"Run." One word. One sentence and your heart dropped. "Run as fast as you can, little one, and try to escape from my heart and mind- you won't. Even if you fly to the end of the stars you will never outrun me. I will always catch you. So run, little one, give me a chase!"

His words set something inside of you off. You sprinted, slamming open doors and running down stairs with no particular purpose in mind- no destination. Just. Run.

As you ran down flights of stairs, you could hear the maniacal laughter from Blade. He sounded as though he was in no rush. You had, after all, gone to a place where he was unknown and unrecognized as a killer. He was playing the long game- letting you tire yourself out as you dashed across streets and down nasty roads, passing through large swaths of crowds and even going through narrow lanes in a rush to lose him.

But you burned out. You felt your knees get weak and your bare feet turned sore and red from the run. You gasped for air, holding your chest and resting against a wall as you took in deep gulps of air that fueled your run.

Your throat burned from the dryness of the air, and your lungs struggled to keep up with the demand you gave them.

"Is that the best you can do?" Blade asked with a laugh as he walked closer towards you. Even your effort to shake him off was in vain. You gulped down saliva and turned to run again- but your feet faltered, betrayed you. You slipped on your own blood, landing on your chest with a small shriek as loud footsteps clapped down the alley.

"Poor thing. So weak, so innocent and tired that they can't even run away." Blade mocked, pulling you up by the wrist.

He pushed you into the wall, forcing your body to move in such a way that you leaned against him, looking at him with fear in your eyes. His hands roamed, across your arms and down to your hips before pulling your head in such a way that he could once again steal your breath.

But this time around you didn't want it. You tried to pull away, kicking at his knees and pulling his arms away from your body. You elbowed him and screamed and scratched his face with your nails as you bit his tongue in self defense.

He released you for only a moment, turning you back around and pushing you up against the wall, one of his hands on your wrists to keep them above your head. The other slapped your face, his eyes narrowed and his lips pressed against each other.

You watched in horror as the scratches healed in seconds, and he stuck out his tongue to prove that your damage had been far less than 'temporary'. He smirked.

"Any more cute attempts at fighting back?" He asked, shoving his face into your personal space, forcing you to look into his eyes. Your arms were growing numb now. You trembled. "I guess not. Looks like the chase is over, Darling. Now..." he leaned into you, whispered in your ear with a smile on his face. His free hand pinned your hips into the wall. "You are all mine."

And then he kissed your ear, his lips dragging across your face until they met your mouth. "Kiss me." He snarled. "Be a good little pet for me."

You never graduated from that college.

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 9- Part 2

“Technically” due? Oh, fine, I’ll take what Xera can get by this point.

Information like that is hardly ever truly irrelevant. Still, I wonder what type he specialized in- with a design like that…Poison? Or maybe even Ghost? Both of those would be highly ironic for a doctor, but I’m all for contrast.

Ah, that’s what he’s doing here. Alright- again, wasn’t expecting to run into him again here and now, but I guess this is further building on his characterization of “depressing attitude but skilled doctor.”

…BUT HAVE YOU SEEN A TEAL-HAIRED WOMAN ANYWHERE???

Man, so much for that. Well, he didn’t close the gate, so we can go up and get that item at least.

Wonderful. Now let’s have Xera run up against every other surface in here to make sure there are no hidden items-

Oooh, nice! 

Anyways, with that scene done, I think we’ve completed everything we needed to do in here, so now we can finally head up to the roof and hopefully find Amaria!

Ah, yeah, this is that area we saw when we were first coming from the north- complete with that Light Shard! Of course, we don’t need it right now, I already healed at the one on 1F, so we’ll save this one. Also, turns out you can activate the Light Shards by just…walking into them, not by pressing the interaction button. Better be careful not to use one up by accident.

But, uh, looking around…Amaria’s not up here. In fact, there’s nothing and no one up here, aside from the Light Shard. I don’t understand...I felt so sure she’d be up here and we’d have to fight something or someone, hence the placement of the healing spot. But is there still more to this place?

Where do I even go from here? I don’t see any other doorways, no stairs or ladders or anything…I can’t have missed anything inside, there were no other ways to go, at least none that I could access.

The only thing of interest here that I can see is this…weird-looking structure? It definitely stands out- am I supposed to have Xera stand in the middle of it like that? Do I interact with it? Am I just supposed to- ah-

That was an entrance??? That just looked like a weird-looking wall! Geez- well, at least I know how to get to the next part of the slums now. Not that I thought there would be a ‘next part’, but it seems like we’re not done here just yet.

There’s a fancy TM over there, but needless to say with the rocks and cracks, we can’t get to it right now. So, with no other options, we need to go right. But…there are some suspicious noises going on around here, and I’m not sure I like them at all…

Oh- well, that answers one question. The noises are coming from this- the elevator’s on the fritz. Can’t interact with it…is Xera still able to go inside? Seems dangerous to jump into an elevator with a faulty door, but Xera’s done stuff that was more dangerous by this point, so why not?

Oooh, the door’s not even faulty, that Mankey’s just messing with the buttons. Shoot- am I gonna have to battle it? I just caught a Mankey, though!

Well, fortunately, the Mankey just runs away, no battle necessary. That’s good- I would have felt guilty fighting it and then not catching it (because I don’t do duplicates unless it’s, like, a Shiny).

But this is still an elevator, so- let’s see what we’ve got here…

There’s a basement level? Geez, we really aren’t done here…

Well, first and foremost, let’s see where the elevator lets us off to 1F.

Ah, this spot! I was kinda hoping it would open up to that one spot where the item was- there must be a second elevator somewhere, then. But now that we’ve got a quick way back to the entrance, let’s see what this basement floor is all about.

Oh, wait, this is that one area that the upper floor is overlooking, yeah? I thought it was only that one spot where those stairs by Victoria led, but I guess there was way more to that area- or maybe it was still considered part of the first floor.

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[the-slasher-files]

WHAT A KILLER

BO’S S/O REVEALING THEY ARE ALSO A SLASHER (Vincent is also kind of in this)

TW: blood, gore, killing, swearing (that’s inevitable with Bo)

THIS has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS and idk why I'm so iffy on posting it but hopefully you guys in enjoy this! It's different from a lot of what I write and I do like it, it's just specific lol.. Also the s/o in this, was the bare bones of what Amaria (my oc) started as... hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

Bloodcurdling screams could be heard through the normally silent town of Ambrose as dusk fell. Crimson painted the skies and the asphalt, almost mirroring each other in perfection. Crows calling for the wasted souls Bo obliterated and Vincent could not fix. 

Shuttering at the sounds heard you could not sit there on the old couch any longer, just playing with your fingers trying to push down the urges you felt deep down. They beckoned you like the crows did for flesh. You tried so hard to hide this side but it was only a matter of time you knew, the demon had to rear it’s head eventually if you really wanted to stay in Ambrose forever, and you did. You found the man of your twisted dreams here. 

Before you were held in Ambrose against your will; well in the beginning it was against your will but that quickly faded and you fell madly in love with your kidnapper and the town he held so close; you were a drifter. A wanderer of gypsy’s blood. Never managing to hold in one place for more than 6 months, the only time you had a home was when you were growing up, but having a disgusting home life you left at 16. Fleeing home and trying to run from your growing desires you instead made a treaty with your urges, running towards them, allowing them to show when you were safe and comfortable. 

Bo never knew, all these months as you played the part of his defenceless little housewife it was growing harder to tell him. Of course you wanted to tell him but you were scared of him not trusting you, and terrified of what he would do to you; pretty ironic when you considered doing the same things to him. 

Casually you would throw a joke out there about killing someone or dreaming of snapping someone's neck, however they weren’t jokes to you. It was your wicked reality. Bo was none the wiser, but Vincent, in his quiet embers saw something beyond your delicate eyes, something he saw within himself perhaps. He started to believe your jokes and comments, carefully watching you. Wondering if for once there was a different kind of evil in the town, or if he was becoming the hunted instead of the hunter. 

Climbing the stairs and reaching the bedroom you paused, pulling in a large breath and exhaling, closing your eyes. You sank to your knees against the hardwood, pulling a long black, locked plastic box from under the bed, methodically you played with the lock and swung the top open. Placing your eyes upon the weapon your body tensed but your soul relaxed, a sick war inside your head divided. 

Running your hands along the cold metal of the black blade, you felt home once again, blood could almost be felt on your hands and screams faded in your ears. Hunger grew. A deep pleasure surged through you. 

It was your 18 inch steel black machete; with ridges menacingly flaunting themselves across the top, like a dragon’s spine. The grip you had customized to fit your hand perfectly, needing it to act like an extension of you. It was adorned proudly with a thin rope of bright red fabric tied around the end of the handle, ripped from your first victim’s shirt, it’s tails would drift gracefully in the wind juxtaposing the damage the weapon could do.

Shaky hands picked up the weapon and it seamlessly melting into your grip, your eyes darkened as you rose from the floor, feeling your demons begin to yip and howl like a pack of starving wild dogs ready to feed. Giving yourself another deep breath in and out you kicked the box back under the bed and started down the stairs and out the front door with purpose.   

The hot sticky Louisiana air hit you, flowing in your hair and the tail of fabric on your machete. Screams begin to reach you in swells, coming closer flooding you like the rising tides as a younger woman was running towards you. Under the dim streetlights she could not see what you held, for the black blade melted into the shadows perfectly, as intended. To her you were hope, a way out of her hell, maybe you could help her. The poor thing could not have been more wrong in her panic-stricken judgements. 

You could smell her blood pouring from her injuries Bo inflicted and her desperate cries, it was all too much to you, it was just like blood in the water to a shark, your twisted instincts began to take over. Eyes darkened on the prey that was heedlessly bounding towards you and with one swipe, that was it. Blood was spilt. You had killed again and it felt so damn right. Looking down basking in the sight, she was slit ear to ear, the gash threatening to show the tips of the vertebrae at the back of her neck. The demons were lurching beside you pushing you forward for more. More blood. More affliction. 

Studying the surroundings, Bo was nowhere to be found, unusual for him to let his prey escape his hunt. It was quiet now as you walked on down the street, yellow fluorescents guided your path, and the homes were just barren shapes acting as blinders leading you onward for the man you dreaded seeing at this moment, the demons couldn’t care less about your emotions or feelings, they just carried your body to more gore. 

Rounding the corner, the gas station lights gave up a tangled mess on the ground. Two men were wrestling for some sort of weapon that glinted in the lights above them. Cursing yells, threats and grunts spilled out of both of them, one more than the other of course. Bo always had a mouth on him and no one could ever shut him up, it made you smirk as you approached, but suddenly there was a sharp yell and the stranger was on top of Bo. The man had his back to you and just had eyes for the greasy mechanic, beating him with the weapon you could now see was a wrench. You could feel a burning anger rise from your core and Bo’s howls were just fuel to the fire.   

Steadily making your way up to the two wrecks of people, now standing behind the stranger you forced your long rigid blade through the core of the man, impaling him right under the sternum. Loud clanging of metal rang through the street as the man dropped the wrench as his body went limp, heaving over the weapon within him. With your boot you carefully directed the corpse off your machete and on the asphalt next to Bo, leaving your face sprayed with red from the spine of the blade. 

Your eyes met with saucer wide baby blues causing you to let out a silent breathy laugh licking your lips of blood, sickly savouring the unusual copper. Bo laid on the ground a moment longer just taking in for sure what he saw from his precious angel. Just as you were about to speak but Bo beat you to it.

“I FUCKIN’ KNEW IT!” he gloated hysterically, leaving you more than a little shocked. “I KNEW IT!” Bo got to his feet and almost looked like he was going to do a little dance, you just stood there in the streetlight beginning to laugh, relived but worried as if he had hit his head or something. It was never a dull moment with Bo that’s for sure. 

“Are you ok? like seriously, your beginning to scare me” you puzzled as he sauntered his way up to you cocky as ever. 

“I’m fuckin’ fantastic... I knew there was something in you” he held you against his chest and put his head on yours “something awful behind those beautiful eyes, my little angel of death” you laughed against him as he kissed your crown, then pulled away looking you dead in the eyes. “Why did you think I kept you around all these months? you made me wait a while... and you know how much I hate waitin” 

The words burned in your skull, was that really the only reason? Bo was still unpredictable to you in ways, especially with his dark side. Maybe he was just going to kill you now, maybe he didn’t love you, it could’ve just been the wicked charm he carried effortlessly. 

Something came alive in his blue eyes, scaring you slightly but trying to play it off when you cupped his strong jaw, breathing slowly. 

“People are my specialty baby” he drawled, then pulled you roughly into a kiss. Sweat, oil, cigarettes, and blood coated the kiss leaving you breathless as he often did. 

Bo was right, people were his perfected craft; charming, seducing, lying, playing up the sob story about him and Vincent being in foster care after both parents died. Hell, he could speak French Cajun so he could be more versatile, and charm his way out of any situation in any part of Louisiana. Bo always knew everything you were feeling even before you said it, now that you think back on it. 

“Bo? you still love me?” you hesitating in your question not sure if you wanted the answer. 

This caught his attention as his jaw tensed and eyes hardened “What would make you think I don’t?... sure I would’ve liked to know earlier, sure, but this just makes you better,” he looked you up and down like a predator before coming close to your ear and purring “and hotter.” You yelped as you were suddenly tossed over his shoulder and carried down to the basement of the garage.     

Fidgeting with the lock for a moment he swung the door open and placed you in his chair. “Oh, Sinclair there is a special place in hell for us, and I will meet you there” you laughed as Bo climbed on top of you, clashing his lips against yours, hungry and lustful.  

[chrismerle]

I wanted to do a HAUNTED house, but I don’t have any particularly haunted-looking CC for TS4, so I settled for ‘expensive as shit.’

here we have (most of) the full lot, though I might add some dog agility equipment to make it look more lived in. I like landscaping better in TS3. bit more organic, and also ponies.

also I figured out covered porches, but I still can’t place roofs to save my life.

this is the top floor. two bathrooms. a hallway. three bedrooms. Alana and Amaria share the room with the cute little reading nook. the twins share the room in the back. Mya gets the skinny room in the middle. I forgot to put lights in the bathrooms and the hall.

this is the ground floor. an entry. a kitchen/dining room. a living room. a study/den/rec room. a bathroom. the tiny room between the living room and bathroom was supposed to be a laundry room, but then I remembered all of my laundry stuff is for TS3. now it has pet stuff.

this is Calico’s basement. he’s got a little studio apartment deal down there. I forgot to pop the walls back up for this picture, but they are VERY gothic.

this is where Calico puts random townies.

[amarias-yandere-blog]

Worthlessness

❗️Contains self loathing, feelings of worthless, and characters included being unable to comfort reader❗️

Characters: Reader, Nahida, Albedo, Kazuha, Tighnari, Cyno

I feel like I'm dead weight

I don't have the smarts that other people do

I'm not healing others, I'm not fighting for freedom or for peace or just to keep my family safe

I'm not writing what I want to

My drawings are barely worth looking at

The people whose lives I have touched will eventually become great, but I am just a shadow

I cannot illuminate the path in front of me

I am lost

I'm worthless

I'm afraid

I'm unable to move forward

I am not worth the space I take

Your intelligence is not measurable. We learn at different paces, and you are smart enough to recognize when you need help

You needn't make big discoveries or teach others a special craft to be worthy of love or life. You are gift.

No one blames a sapling for taking its time to grow. You are taking your time, and that is perfectly OK. You're worth the time and energy that you give others

To say that your worth is based upon who you assist in life is like putting a sponge in a desert and complaining that there is no water. It takes time, and everyone has touched each other in a different way

Do not blame yourself for your lack of strength or ability to fight. You are made to love and care for the people who do fight. I would never blame you for avoiding the blade, because it is not your responsibility to protect others.

【。】

Hello everyone. Thank you for taking time to read this little piece of fiction. If you haven't figured it out, this is a little internet rant of how I've been feeling lately.

I figured that I may as well write some responses from the genshin gang and turn it into a little yandere thing, idk. Sorry for being so slow on updating things lately, I have been busy with my own mental states and I am being hit really hard right now. Please refrain from sending asks about my current mental state or asking more clarification on this post.

I may even turn off asks for a bit, especially since there are a few that I still have to answer.

Thanks for your support in my Tumblr journey and for all your support. I appreciate you all.

[amarias-yandere-blog]

I have too many ideas and all of them are Blade x readers and I am autistic

[amarias-yandere-blog]

Considering the results, I have decided that I will link the image on a google doc but I will NOT be posting it on the actual story since I clearly have minors in my followers list and I don’t wa to make them uncomfortable or expose them to things they shouldn’t be. That way everyone who doesn’t want to see it involuntarily won’t see it as well. Thanks for your votes!

If you all were to hypothetically be dropped with a Yan!Blade consisting with a image of him sleeping almost nude would yall be mad

The idk thats sus option is just for the laughs. It means no

[the-slasher-files]

Hello new people!!

So I have noticed in the two week or so I have gained about 40 new followers and I love to see it! Welcome! This is just a little conclusion of my blog and I hope you enjoy 🔪💕 (Also Requests are open)

Here is my RULES and INTRODUCTIONS

This is my MASTERLIST

and here is WHO I WRTIE FOR:

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair - no nsfw

Any of The Lost Boys - together or separate

The Collector/Asa Emory

Arikin O'Brien

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans

Billy and Stu - together or separate

Andrei Kulokova (OC)

Amaria Kulokova/Devana (OC)

Let’s talk about my OC’s aka Original Characters: Andrei and Amaria Kulokova. They are brother and sister that don’t exactly get along and aren’t often ever together. Andrei is an ex-solider turned mercenary, a very cold man with a desire for blood, he will chase you down just for fun then lock you in his basement. There is Amaria, she is almost an ancient forest creature that is terrifying yet beautiful, if the gods she believes in don’t like you, then goodluck escaping her and her 2 dogs. 

Andrei’s character sheet + design one and two

Amaria’s character sheet + design   

[the-slasher-files]

What would Andrei do if he found out about his s/o's secret kink dungeon that's hidden somewhere in their house? (Like a secret lair or something. Imagine they don't live together yet either)

Ok they will both love this lol. Andrei has a whole secret town and in the basements of the apartments he has sort of dungeons sooo he'd find it awesome. Amaria would be super interested in it and have a many questions