#Classic Yandere

[obsessive-valentine]

Sleepy time with the yanderes

I’ve got bad writers block so have this in the mean time, sorry guys :/

Barbarian - You wake up to thunder and find yourself wrapped up in many layers of fur, more than you had fallen asleep with, you are warm and snug and cannot see even your hand infront your face, all you hear is the pitter patter of rain on the tent roof and the quiet snores of the barbarian next to you. You almost instantly fall back asleep.

Childhood Friend Fae - The room is dimly lit by the small pile of logs in the fireplace -you hear them crackle and pop- watching the dying flames dance as your eyes get heavy, you can also hear him flip a book page as he reads beside you. By the time the fireplace dies you find sleep -he blows out the candle he was using to read before joining you under the covers and snaking a arm around your waist. “Sleep well love”

Fisherman - Aged handmade knitted and patchwork blankets rub against you, laying your head on him it rises and falls with his chest and a muffled heartbeat and hand that rubs your back lulls you to sleep. Your breaths synced a long time ago.

Vampire - You keep the dim table lamp on to chase away the shadows of the unfamiliar room, looking around at the old paintings and decor, the wind whistles through the old windows and doors and the luxurious silk sheets do little to comfort you; however the almost inaudible violin he plays on the other side of the manor reaches your ears and comforts you enough to find sleep.

Platonic mad-scientist - You lay on the small leather sofa in his study, cheek squished against a pillow and fast asleep, with his back to you he intensely writes at his desk. It’s dark outside but the room is fairly lit, you still however found sleep to the sound on the pen and his muttering. He shuts his book and drops the pen, you hear the faint steps in your subconscious of him coming to take you to bed. “Let’s get you to bed”

Classic Yandere - The cold cuff stubbornly hugs your ankle a harsh contrast to the gentle fingers that trace patterns on your arm, the murmurs of the tv and it’s light dimly bouncing off the walls making the walls glow and flicker aids in your quest to find sleep. You fall asleep faster than usual due to emotional exhaustion from the long day. His eyes peel away from the film to glance at you seeing you asleep he doesn’t stop tracing patterns on your arms. “I love you”

Hockey player - He convinced you to stay over his house for the night, you both talked and laughed till you fell asleep the house now quiet aside from the sound of cars and people out late on the streets that slipped in through the window. He dreamed of where he’d take you for the first date.

Changing husband - Your stomach is full from the dinner he helped you cook and you felt content with your day, at peace, and most importantly -in love. With his arm draped over you he dozed in something similar to the sleep you experience but dreamless and light, he was almost silent aside from some shuffling letting you know he’s still very much alive. The comforting arm was all you needed to fall asleep.

[floatyflowers]

Dark Platonic Father! Sherlock Holmes x Reader

You planned everything for months and thought you succeeded in faking your death, keyword 'thought'

You knew something was wrong the moment you stepped into your apartment.

The air felt different too, still, too expectant, like the very walls were holding their breath.

Your hand tightened around your keys as you scanned the dimly lit space, heart hammering against your chest.

Then you saw him...your father.

Sherlock sat in the chair near the window, his long fingers placed under his chin, watching you with the calm, patient gaze of a person who knows that he has already won.

"Did you really think you could hide from me?" Sherlock’s voice was soft, almost gentle, but the weight behind it sent fear through your body.

The guilt you have felt after faking your death came back in full force to haunt you now.

The detective didn’t move, didn’t lunge or reach for you, but he didn’t have to.

His presence alone filled the room, suffocating in its intensity.

"You changed your name," he mused, tilting his head slightly.

"Dyed your hair. Moved across the country. You even faked your own death impressive, I’ll admit. But you made one mistake." His eyes gleamed, sharp and unrelenting.

"You forgot who taught you everything you know."

Of course, he had unraveled it all. No matter how careful you had been, no matter how much you had tried to think like him, he is a genius in uncovering everything.

"I had to," you exclaim.

"You wouldn’t let me go." Your words tasted bitter, laced with years of suffocation.

"You are my daughter," he said simply, as if that was explanation enough.

"I kept you safe. I protected you. And this behaviour of yours..."

He gestures towards you.

"This was reckless, and dangerous. Do you have any idea what could have happened to you out here alone?"

"I have been living alone for months, just let me continue to be like that." you say, almost pleading with him.

Sherlock stood up from the chair walking towards you.

"No," he said simply.

"You’re coming home."

His voice was absolute, final. A sentence, not an offer or a suggestion.

His hand wraps around your right arm, ensuring you don't escape through the open door.

"You’ve had your little adventure, it’s time to return where you belong."

And you knew, with a sickening certainty, that there was no escaping him this time.

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Bad Guy x Reader

I am currently in my Natural Born Killers nostalgia, and so I'm borrowing its vibes and bringing you this: a bad-to-the-bone, rock-and-roll attitude yandere who constantly makes you question your own morality. Featuring an old OC!

Content: gender neutral reader, violence, murder, male yandere

He fell in love with you at first sight. A goody two shoes, quiet and obedient. Shy. Oh, terribly shy. You couldn't even meet his eyes. He knew you were the kind others would step on, take advantage of. But there was more to it, much more to uncover.

Who was it? A relative, a friend, a coworker? You know, that person holding you back, keeping you in your place. The one who'd always make you feel small and insignificant. The one who would always find something to criticize. How did it feel when you found them on the ground, bashed in and bloodied up? He was standing above the lifeless body, catching his breath, a cocky smile plastered on his face. His way of courting you.

He looked so tall in that moment, towering above your hesitant self, his gaze of a confidence and intensity you'd never known before. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get in", he said, gesturing towards a convertible he most likely stole earlier that day. What possessed you in that moment to join him without delay? Was it his charisma? Or did you know in the depth of your soul that he wouldn't take no for an answer?

You see, he's known it from the beginning. Someone like you needs someone like him. You’re a sweet little lamb lost among the wolves. The world would eat you right up if you were left by yourself. But now you have him. And he won't let his precious prey get away. Oh, dear, no. If he wants something, he gets it. And he's never wanted anything more than you.

"You didn't...even tell me your name", you sheepishly spoke up from the passenger seat, trying to keep your mind away from the crime you'd just witnessed. "Just call me Tig", he said casually with a yawn, speeding away. "Won't you be in trouble, Tig? Why would you even kill-" you tried to reason. "What kinda question is that? They treated you like shit and it pissed me off." He glanced at you with a frown, taking another drag off his cigarette. "You're mine now, so whatever happens to you is my business. Got it?" You just stared. Was that his way of asking you out?

Tig lives by his own rules, as you quickly learned from becoming his companion. Always on the run, indifferent to the world. For the most part, to your surprise, he's well-behaved. If people don't mess with him, he doesn't mess with them. Simple as that.

Anything involving you, however, sets him off terribly. Like a rabid, ferocious guard dog, he's ready to pounce on whoever approaches you the wrong way. Last week you stopped at a highway diner for coffee, and on your way back to your table, you jokingly pulled a clumsy dance move to the song playing from the speakers. Tig observed you with an amused smile, sipping from his cup. A passerby joined you, resting his arm on your waist flirtatiously. Tig's smile dropped in an instant, and next thing you knew, the whole place was splattered in blood. No one made it out.

"I didn't even finish my coffee", you whined, already used to the occasional massacre. The man hopped behind the counter and threw on a bloodied cap. "What will it be, sir/ma'am?" he pretended, dangling a takeaway cup and starting the espresso machine. "I never told you, but I used to be a barista", he declared proudly. An entirely different person from the unhinged killer you witnessed minutes ago. "What? You said you were a mechanic", you questioned with raised brows. "That's also true. I'm a jack of all trades, I suppose. You know what I'm best at, though?" He lowered himself until his forehead touched yours. "Pleasing you."

The man is romantic in his own way. He twists the key, and the engine stops. You follow him out of the car in confusion. "Why did we stop here?" He briefly lifts himself up onto the tall fence securing the bridge, and inhales deeply. "Isn't it a nice view?" he says, nodding ahead. It is a scenic sight, sure. The river slithers along the lush valley, and the setting sun gives everything a dramatic tint. "Give me your hand", he suddenly demands as he goes to grab it himself. Before you can ask for an explanation, he quickly drags a blade across your palm, and you wince in pain. He repeats the gesture with his own hand, locking his fingers with yours over the rail. You watch as fresh blood trails along your skin, eventually falling into droplets and vanishing into the river. "Now we're going to be everywhere", he remarks playfully. "Okay, but what was the point?" you insist, a little baffled.

"Isn't it obvious? Maybe this will help", he continues, procuring a ring from his pocket. "I'm saying I want to marry you, (Y/N)."

You open your mouth to answer, but he already slides it up your finger, eyes glimmering in excitement.

"You're never getting away from me, love."

[eclipse-msoul]

A poison apple's Tale

♛┈⛧┈┈•༶ Classical Tale ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

Snow White AU ( Dark! Twisted Batfamily X Evil Queen! Reader)

One short (1) : PART 1/3

You knew life had a brilliant way to screw people but you didn't think it would screw you up so bad!

You started dazed in front of the mirror, looking completely different from what you remembered looking like a few hours ago. Your hair was silky with strands standing out in a pretextual colour along with your shining eyes. Your lips were plum making you look youthful yet sexy.

“ Your majesty the Queen, the King and Princess Snow White await your presence.” A maid bowed in front of you and spoke in stern words.

There was no doubt about it.

You had reincarnated as the evil Queen from the classic Snow White! Oh, how cruel could fate be to you? You were going to be Snow White’s evil stepmother. Not only that but you were going to die a shallow and sad death..

It made you gulp as you instantly held your neck.

“ My Queen?” The maid looked at you and you almost flinched with the way her eyes stared dazed at you. You let out a fake cough before taking a step out of your room. “ Take me to his Majesty.” The maid nodded and followed along with you.

While you passed through the hallway, many servants and officials stole hidden glances at you. You were so lost in your thoughts that you almost crashed into one of the guards standing outside his office.

He looked so shocked, with his cheeks flushed.

You let out an apologetic smile before steadying yourself for the audience.

“ Announcing her Majesty the Queen.” One of the messengers proclaimed as the doors opened and you entered. You were so nervous , your fingers trembled as you picked your dress in courtesy and bent your head slightly.

“ Rise.” You heard a bored tone, looking up to see a man in his late thirties letting out a yawn while he scanned the many documents placed in front of him. You did as said and took a seat at the near-bt couch.

Where was Snow White? Didn't the maid say she was here? You thought in your head. “ The princess is in the middle of class.” you heard cause you to be startled. The king lazily smiled and brushed his hand against his beard.

“ I see.” and no more words were exchanged.

The clock ticked with each moment passing slower than the first. The only sound that could be heard was the documents being flipped and the sound of the pen moving. You stared at the window trying to distract yourself.

“ You seem different today my queen.”

You flinched, your hand tightened on your dress as you suppressed a scowl. “ How so?” The King's eyes narrowed. “ You seem more-” His words remained half when the door barged open with a loud bang and you heard a youthful voice.

“ Daddy!” A girlish voice called as she jumped and embraced the king. You stared in shock as the king smiled and flicked the little girl's forehead. “ Behave Snow. Greet your new mother.”

You rose and smiled, this could be your chance. Maybe you could prevent that cruel fate by befriending the child. “ A pleasure my princess.”

“witch-” Did you hear that wrong? You looked up at the girl hidden behind her father who stood mere steps away from you. She was glaring at you like she wanted you dead. Wow, you were screwed.

You gave her a nervous smile and greeted her like you saw in the movie. The king, you and Snow White took a stroll outside.

You could do this! You had to if you wanted to survive.

Time passed by in a flash and before you knew it the little princess had grown up to be a bright and cheerful young woman.You had doubts that she may have really hated you but you tried your best.

The poor girl had just lost her father a few days prior. It was understandable for her to be frustrated. You decided that you needed a chance of pace and opted to go into nature for a breath of fresh air.

There was a beautiful pond not too far away. You had ordered your guards to step away and they had hesitantly obliged. You hummed as you walked at the edge of the lake with your eyes closed and reminiscing about the current events.

Snow White was different from what you had imagined. She was more stubborn, more reckless and needed guidance. It has been several years since you isekai in this world, making you get used to your role.

You weren't cruel to her but rather tried your best to be a good mother to her.

She was like a little cat trying to fight you sometimes.

You absentmindedly stared at your aged reflection in the lake. “ What are you doing here?” The sudden voice startles you. Looking back you gasp as you feel the air leave your lungs.

In front of you stands the most handsome man you've ever seen. Blue sizzling eyes with charming black hair, body that resembled Hercules himself. You felt your mouth gape open.

The stranger glared at you intensely. His eyes closely examine you. “ What brings the kingdom's Queen to this humble place?” He darted. “ I-I'm-”

You didn't know when your leg got caught in a weed present near the lake causing you to skip and fall with a loud splash sound.

You gasped for air and with a shivering cold tried to get out. “ Here, take my hand.” the stranger calmly leads you up. You take it graciously and are pulled up.

Your body does not bode well with the cold lake water absorbed in your undergarments. The man notices you freezing , and says “Follow me.” You shake your head and nervously speak. “ It's fine, I'll call the guards and return to the palace.”

The man only sighs,“My place is near here, dry yourself and return. You'll catch a cold otherwise.” You think for a moment, a sneeze falls through.

“ See.”

“ Alright, lead the way.”

Like the stranger said, a cottage isn't too far away from the lake. You follow him inside unaware of the danger lurking. As soon as you enter inside a towel is tossed your way as he sets aside some wood to heat the room. “ Go and change,” he says before walking out.

You undress and wear the garments handed to you. Your delicate skin feels the heat of the fire as you put on the shirt and dry yourself. When you're dressed , the door flickers open and the stranger returns.

You blush at the way his shirt wraps closer to his body making his body look more defined and you see details you couldn't earlier. You turn your face away. “ I didn't catch your name Mr. Helper.”

The man stares at you silently before answering, “ Bruce…Bruce Wayne.” That name sounds awfully familiar to you. Wonder why.

“ We're back old man!”

“ Father, we've returned.”

“ Bruce-”

Sounds of several young children are heard and you see them enter through the door. They all appear to be in their teens looking like their father's copy. But wait, those caps are those faces.

You pale.

No

They're the one you're supposed to avoid the most. Under stress you find yourself fainting. It's over. You think before long consciousness and getting saved by Bruce from hitting the ground.

TBC

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[threepandas]

Bad End: Classic Deals

The answer was still "No", he still can't fuck me.

(But that won't stop him trying to persuade me. How long have we been in this limbo? How long until I give in?)

Overbearing cologne and cigar smoke seeps, like smog, into the room. Just as dirty and cloying as the chuckle that follows. It's a deep sound. Sleazy, masculine, and with a hint of growl. The drawling amusement of a man who knows he's the biggest threat in whatever room he stands in.

And enjoys it.

He's an absolute bastard. I hate him. I'm scared of him. He wasn't even the Demon that was supposed to show up. But? What's done is is done. And now I have to figure out a way to escape... somehow.

Because I Refuse.

Refuse! To let him eat me. In any sense of the word.

When I was... not so much "reincarnated", as that would require my memories be lost, but? I guess, Reborn? I found myself inside a story. It had just come out, before I died. So I never got to finish it. But I had seen play-throughs. Spoilers. Watched the trailers. I recognized everything, and realized what "role" as it were, someone wanted me to play. A frankly? Near psychotic, bully of a girl.

I refused. Utterly.

Not only because the Protagonist was, frankly? Just a child. But because the girl's end was a horrifying one. My character, dragged to hell. Tortured and tormented forever. Granted, they didn't call it hell. No, no, it was the "Shadow Dimensions". You know... where Demons come from. But, come on, it was clearly hell!

Instead? I trained. Ate my veggies. Did my homework. I went to fantasy church each Sunday, and dutifully prayed, to the fantasy Otome Gods. The very picture of a perfect child. Frankly? I aimed for obnoxiously so.

Just so I could get through the plot, then get the hell out of dodge.

But then? THEN? The Protagonist crashed into my life. And made me a horror story. Suddenly I was pushing innocent girls down stairs and into ponds. Spreading rumors I'd never spoken. Taking things I'd never touched. Sending men to do unspeakable things, from which she must be saved. The monster in her fairytale. From which? Her knights must surely protect her.

I'd done none of it.

Had witnesses to prove that.

But what use was the words of my friends? When the sons of powerful houses were forming a mob? For Justice, of course. Because I was Evil, obviously. I deserved it, they howled. Terrified... I ran. My friends helping break out. Smuggling me as far as they could. We split up. Them, running to their parents for help, and me? Simply running.

All the while... wondering. Horrified. Did She? The original? Suffer the same? Was the Story equally so twisted? Distorted truths and inconveniences erased? Had... gods, had she ever even been the villian? I would never know.

None the less, I fled to the one place I knew the Protagonist couldn't enter. Not yet.

Her ancestors cursed Manor. Where the final act would reveal how our families intertwined. History repeating itself, etc etc. I couldn't remember. All I knew? Was that my character met a Demon there. Some secret romance-able. But if I could convince him first? Maybe... just maybe? I could protect myself from that psychopath in pink.

What I didn't count on? What I SHOULD have remembered? Was that spells depend on material, power, and payment. The difference between getting a cup of water and a lake? Can often be how much you sacrifice to get what you need. What chalk or ink you use. How much POWER you pour in to the spell.

I don't know what the Original did. But the materials were likely the same, given I found them there. High grade, if old. However...? However? I was panicked. Foolish. Did the one thing our magic instructors told us never to do. I Cast with emotion, instead of a clear head. Poured bucket of power into the spell, like a hemorrhaging wound. Did not prick my hand for mere drops of blood, no... no I dragged the blade shallow but long.

Spilling FAR to much. Paying FAR more then the Original ever dreamed too.

Would ever DARE.

Fear makes people stupid.

What answered? Was NOT who I expected. Who I expected. It was like the house, and everything in it, was suddenly under the crushing pressure of some great boot. Walls groaned. Pillars creaked ominously. Dust rained from the ceiling as windows popped and cracked. My back, forced to bow, under the mountainous pressure. Face pressed to the blood and ink stained floor. I could barely breathe.

Pressed to the filthy floor, it was like I was being ground into it, for my audacity. Even as space itself warped and imploded, into the shape of a man. A hole in reality. Emptiness, that stepped forward into being, as casually as others go for a strole. I could barely see... but... but...?

W-was...?

Was he wearing a fucking suit‽

Lazily, cigar smoke drifted through the air. Thick cologne commanded the room. A moment, as whatever I summoned considered, whether or not to humor me. Before just like that? The pressure released. Like a bubble popping or a joint, cracking backing into place. I gasped for air. Desperately filling my lungs. Light headed from my still bleeding arm.

Weakly, I dragged my fingers along the edges and muttered a healing spell. It wouldn't be pretty, but... fuck it. I had other concerns right now.

It was only when I looked up, managing to lever my self into a sitting position, that I realized I fucked up. Really, really, fucked up. Even as I watched, classic ram horn whisped away, clouding the demon's head in a mocking halo of smoke. His thick whip of a tail, lazily coiled back and forth, before passing once more behind his back, to seemingly disappear. Leaving only black tipped claws behind. Teeth, far too sharp.

An old school Demon.

One of the Classics, as they called them. Old, strong, and impossible to kill. Notorious. The so called kings of the Shadowlands. The came from the generations before the great Demon Wars. The ones that basically slaughtered the entire existent demonic population for about twenty or so generations. Classic Demons didn't have to rapid evolve to survive like the rest.

They were just too god damned powerful to kill.

Fuck.

The Demon's vaguely bored expression oozed into a deeply amused, wolfish grin. My horrified realization must have shown on my face. And, really, what was more amusing? To a Demon. Then that moment of terror and awe? Seeing them realize that you are the Big Nasty here? Ha ha... apparently, nothing.

"Well aren't you cute, bitty Meat? I could eat you right up." He drawled.

FUCK.

There... there was no way to fix this. I could reverse the summons... but that? That only works if he decides to go quietly. Normally, you can firmly enforce these sort of things, if they refuse to disperse, but... but-! Ha ha... oh fuck. There was no way in hell, my will could possibly win out. That I could force him through a metaphorical doorway. At best, I'd be letting him free as the summoning broke down.

Shit. Okay. S-Seal a Dea...?

No. That's an incredibly fucking stupid idea.

No one has ever, on record, survived making ANY deals with an Elder Demon. The Classics were both fucking vicious and effectively Demonic warlords! Bad idea. Very Bad Idea! But it's not like I can just wait him out. What's a few weeks to is effectively an immortal? Maybe I could...?

"Aaaw, bitty Meat. Are you... panicking? How cute." A claw tipped hand holding his cigar brings it up, to meanly grinning lips. To be trapped, like prey, between predator sharp teeth. Freeing his hand, even as the other never leaves its place, casually, arrogantly, tucked into his pants pocket. "Gotta say, it's not often I get such an adorable little meal."

"Certainly adds a bit of... spice to things~" he chuckled. A deep, curling sound. Like smoke in the lungs and terrible drunken mistakes.

Then? The horrifying. Holding my eyes with his. Smirk growing, wider and wider, as the terror set in and the reality of my situation unfolded, he casually... reached out. As though it was nothing at all. No spellwork, no barriers. No thousands of years of safety measures going up in smoke. As though the breaking of cardinal rules meant nothing, and it was as simple as a breeze.

He reached out. A Demon, before any Deal was struck, past every layer of containment and protections, to ever so lightly? With those lethal, empire ending claws... grip a few strands of hair, that had escaped my careful up-do. Hanging wild, in front of my face. His finger pinched the strands. Deadly. Just in front of my eyes. Close enough to nearly feel the heat of his skin. And..?

Yank!

Sharp points of pain on my scalp. A few stands of hair, plucked free.

I all but stop breathing. It was one thing, to be powerful enough, ancient and experienced enough, to shrug off an inexperienced Mage's restrictions. After all, I was no Demon summoner. Had never studied the dark arts or Forbidden ways. It was entirely possible my restrictions were mediocre. Complete shit. But...? But-! Even I‽ knew there were certain inalienable RULES. Enforced by Reality itself. For all intents and purposes, God.

He shouldn't be able to hurt me. Not directly.

No Deal had been made. I hadn't tried to send him back and failed, thus allowing him to break free during the "you are no longer needed" portion but before completing the "Now go home". The most he should be able to do? Is threaten my environment, mental state, or emotions. Indirect attacks. Not... not direct...

Desperately I look down at my work. Looking for where I fucked up. But... but there's nothing. How? S-So, HOW?! Any harm to me, should-!

Oh.

"Well look at you, itty bitty~! Figure it out so fast, did you? What a clever little Morsel. That's right~..."

He can tank it. Even returned a thousand fold. What mortally wounds a human? Inconveniences a Demon like him. He could be down right atomized and he'd walk it off. That... that's why there's so many warnings. To keep them from ever setting foot in the Human realm. Old school Demons are all but impossible to get rid off and... and the last one that got through? Nearly wiped out two seperate Holy Orders. Took five hundred years to send back.

Finally... I let myself cry.

God damn it. I.. I messed up. This is all so fucking messed up! I just... I just wanted to travel! Visit the coast with my friends. Cute little shops. Those flower fields I'd heard about. How... how the fuck did I-? Why did I have to..? What was the POINT of all this!? If I was just going to end up HERE!? Curling into myself. I sob. Fuck it all. I'm... I'm done. Enough! I can't anymore. E-Enough...

"Hmmm..." the worst mistake of my life says, humming like he's considering something. Grinding my spellwork to smears and ruin, beneath expensive boot leather. As he strolls past me to consider the room at large. Lazily circling me like a shark.

"You know... I think I recognize this wreck. Hmmm, oh yeah. Big tits, terrible attitude. Too many bows. She tried to play the damsel in distress card, like she wasn't just as guilty as the rest. Thought I burned this place down..."

"That bitch was a real arrogant piece of work. Some Saintess. Ha! I've met actual Demons more holy." My tears had faded, dispite myself. Curiosity dragging my attention to hang on every word. The actual, original, Tragedy At The Manor had never really been revealed. As far as I knew.

"So, let me guess," his voice as he circled behind me, was sneering as he spoke of the Protagonist. Like he'd stepped in something that been left to rot. "Greedy little shit, who wants more then she deserves, and was willing to take it from everyone else. No matter the cost. Because she is the victim. The pretty little princess, forever to be saved. And fuck whoever she has to destroy to get it."

I stare up at him with shocked, tear reddened eyes. Face a mess. Uncaring how pathetic I must look by now. Covered in dust, blood, and tears. Was... was the pink horror's behavior... fuckin genetic?! This had happened before!? Oh God.

Glancing down at me, the Demon's face shifts from annoyed disgust to amusement. Something curling through the expression I can not possibly hope read. Deeper. Darker. No longer just the surface flickers of passing fun. As though settling back on his heels, from where he had been balanced on the balls of his toes. Ever ready to move.

"Shit." He breathed out sharply through his nose, a near silent snort. Grin spreading like a beast baring its teeth. Eyes dancing with something I couldn't name. "A cute little snack... no, a sweet lil Treat~ and a fight? Happy fuckin birthday to me, huh? Don't I just get all the fun? Might even decide to keep you, sweet Treat. Make you a lil pet. We could make a Deal~"

"I eat you up, you get all you could ever dream off. It'll be great, itty bitty! Power, prestige. Wealth beyond your wildest dreams. Sex with the hottest fucking demon to ever live~ C'mon, Pet. Let me get a taste~"

"Promise I only bite a little."

[cherubmm]

Classic classic classic! Can I have a hug from my lovely skeleton monster now?

Yes! Yes! You can!!! Definitely!!!

Sorry⎯

I got silly when I draw him 👉👈

[madwomansapologist]

your shan yu x reader fics = me obsessed

what would shan yu x reader with babies be like?

shan yu as a father

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synopsis: A new dynasty takes over china.

warnings: fluff. do you like happiness? the daddy is a dad now!

note: the way you send me this ask right when i was thinking about him as girl's dad is something

● After you, after China, Shan Yu thought nothing could make him happier. He was satisfied. Shan Yu conquered everything he wanted while feeling your warm embrace. His life was perfect as it was.

● He wanted to have children with you. To expand the family, showing how your love for one another was so great a whole knew being came out of it. But it was never an plan. Never something you both prepared for.

● You're younger than him. He wouldn't ask you something so complicated, not knowing your body demanded different things than his. Shan Yu would never make you feel like it was your purpose to give him children. He saw how woman were treated there, and would never make you think he agreed with that.

● Shan Yu didn't noticed the signs. When you were tired, he assumed you just need to sleep better. When you ate more, he saw it as a sign you were enjoying yourself. When you throw up, he called the healers.

● When you told him the news, his heart stopped for a moment. You were smiling, overwhelmed with pure joy, stroking your belly waiting for his response. You saw it as good news.

● He was happier than ever. To know a part of him grew with a part of you, that in months this tiny ball of perfection would be there, made him cry in front of you. You can count on the fingers of one hand how many times he cried next to you.

● Shan Yu fell on his knees, putting his hand over yours. Kissing your belly, stroking your skin with care and love, Shan Yu thanked you. Once again he declared his love for you, this time by the tears rolling down his face.

● If you thought he was protective and possessive, now you discovered he was controlling himself. You were never alone. Always guards that he trusted following you around, friends and family called without you knowing, or the man hinself were near you. Shan Yu would guarantee you never get hurt.

● You would spend nine months on your bed if it was on him, but Shan Yu already knew you wouldn't behave. Anything you wanted, eveything, he would take care of it. It could be heading to the bathroom in the middle of the night, crying because of the hormones changing, trying to reach a book on a higher shelf. Shan Yu would be there with you.

● He loved how after some months you started to let him support you. Shan Yu would help you sit down, stroke your skin during your bath, cut your nails since you can't reach them anymore. Shan Yu would put the food on your mouth if you let him.

● He never made you feel so desired. At the beginning of the pregnancy, everything was an excuse for Shan Yu to lead you somewhere private. He was gentle, forever caring, but you could see right through him. He was burning with desire. With need.

● During the birth, he was there with you. You could scream at him, smash his hand, do anything that might help you reduce the pain. He never thought you weak, but that proved how strong you really are. A baby girl. Just like you told him.

● The child was healthy and safe, always protected by him. Many thought he would be distant or worse, but his violence is only reserved for those against him. Those he loves will never, ever, had to fear him. Your baby won't know what it feels like to fear his dad.

● He did, whoever, spoke to the baby about war strategics as if she would understand. Asked her real questions as if she was part of his counsil. It would be endearing if you didn't worry about your child learning about gore so young.

● Shan Yu definitely doesn't know how to play with kids. He's too stiff, always aware that she could get hurt. The first time he saw you throwing the baby on the air Shan Yu almost had a heart attack.

● Only close friends and family would have permission to touch her, and even those he would watch closely to make sure his baby girl is being treated right. Shan Yu will protect you both even from dangers that don't exist.

● She could smach his face, push his hair, bite his fingers: all Shan Yu would do was to call her "his little general".

● He was happier than ever.

if you enjoyed, please reblog! i promise it makes a difference ♡

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[rabbidbunwy]

Hello!! I'm not sure if your request are open... but may I request a Yandere Sonic with fem reader, where reader ignores/avoids Sonic (maybe because she was weirded out on him idk) and Sonic doesn't know why she keeps avoiding him and since he has a romantic interest on her, he often tries to impress reader and it just doesn't work on her, and to top it all up reader is very friendly towards everyone including Shadow and when it came to Sonic she just goes silent throughout the whole thing. Maybe she also notices his weird behavior towards her too.

Sending loves to youu!! 🫶🏻🤍🤍

-Light anon

Sonic is in love with you but are you with him?

Contents:Yandere!Sonic[ x fem!reader-scary? [Sonic bheaviour]-begging-obssession-mention of stalking

Is it underlined that Sonic and reader were friends before but Sonic bheaviour changed trough the course of time.

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s: [edit]man i never wrote something like this ever lol,i hope i hitted all the points you wanted as this is my intake in how Sonic would be and react as yandere+ i apologize that it tooked so long,i never wrote a yandere char. x reader,so sorry for the stand by

P.s.s:of course my request are open,just read my bio, i will also post it here: Request : open read rules here

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Sonic was feeling annoyed and frustrated as he watched you yet again interacting with someone else…this time with his "rival", Shadow. It was almost like you were avoiding him…no…YOU WERE avoiding him. Every time he tried to approach you you would find a way to avoid talking to him, and it was starting to drive him crazy.

Sonic sat on the sidelines, fuming with jealousy as he watched you and Shadow converse, their body language and the way they spoke making it clear that they were quite comfortable with each other. Sonic's eyes darted back and forth between them, trying to catch any hint of something more than just friendly banter.

And then you laughed at something Shadow said, a genuine, carefree laugh that echoed through Sonic's ears like a sharp pang in his heart. He gritted his teeth, his hands clenching into fists. He was used to being the one to make her laugh, not Shadow…never Shadow.

As the conversation came to an end and Shadow walked away, Sonic found himself unable to hold back his anger any longer. He stormed over to where you were standing, seething with jealousy and confusion. He stopped in front of you, his emerald eyes blazing with a mix of annoyance and hurt. "Why are you avoiding me?" Sonic demanded, his voice betraying a hint of desperation.

You looked at him, taken aback by his confrontational tone. "What…?" you said, your expression puzzled. "I'm not avoiding you." Sonic bristled at the denial. "Don't lie to me. Everywhere I go, you're always there with everyone BUT me. What's going on?" He took a step closer, his gaze fixed on you intense and searching.

You took a step back, feeling uncomfortable with Sonic's aggressive demeanor. "I don't know what you're talking about…" you said, your voice wavering slightly. Sonic's eyes narrowed, not believing your words for a second. "Oh really?" he said sarcastically. "Then why is it that every time I try to talk to you, you manage to slip away right before I can even get a word in?"

You swallowed feeling scared "it's just you're weird" you spoked with fear "you're acting weird lately" Sonic recoiled as if he had been slapped. "Weird? I'm acting weird? That's rich coming from you." He crossed his arms, his annoyance only growing more intense. "I'm not the one who's been avoiding me like the plague. You act like you don't even know me anymore!" "i did at first…but then you changed,you keep..following me…and you try to push everywone away from me Sonic"

Sonic's eyes went wide with surprise at your words. "What?!? I-I'm not trying to push anyone away from you! I just…I just-" He found himself at a loss for words, unable to refute your claim. Had he really been acting that way? He thought he had just been trying to be closer to you…

Sonic's mind raced, trying to justify his actions. "I just…I just care about you okay? Is that so wrong? To want to spend time with the person I care about?" He felt something unfamiliar welling up inside him - something akin to desperation.

"Not if you keep following me,pushing people away" you spoke with determination "you ARE a stalker Sonic,don't try to deny it"

Sonic tried to protest, but the words died on his lips. You had him there. He had been following you like a shadow, watching your every move, and pushing away anyone who dared to get too close to you. He took a step back, his shoulders sagging as he finally admitted to himself…he was stalking you.

He felt ashamed and embarrassed, unable to meet her gaze. "I…I guess I have been acting like a stalker" he admitted quietly. "But…but it's just because I care about you! I don't want anyone else to be close to you…I want you all to myself…"

You looked at him, your expression a mix of pity and anger. You had suspected that Sonic had some…unhealthy feelings towards you, but you had never thought it would get this bad. "Sonic…you can't just follow me around and push away everyone else in my life. That's not love, that's obsession."

Sonic flinched at you r words, knowing deep down that you were right. But he couldn't help the twisted, possessive feelings that had taken root in his heart. "But…but I can't help it. I can't stand seeing you with anyone else but me. I can't stand the thought of anyone else holding you, or touching you, or…or…." He trailed off, the jealousy and possessiveness consuming him.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the intensity in his eyes, his obsession becoming more apparent with every word he spoke. "Sonic, you have to stop this. It's not healthy. It's not normal. It's not love." You took a step towards him, your voice firm yet tinged with concern. He looked up at you, desperate and pleading. "How can I stop it? I've tried, but every time I see you with someone else, or even just talking to someone, I feel like I'm going crazy. I feel like I'm dying inside." His voice broke, revealing the vulnerability underneath his obsession.

You took another step closer, your expression softening just a little. "Sonic, listen to yourself. This isn't love. It's possession. It's obsession. You're not even seeing me as a person anymore. You just want to own me, to control me." You reached out a hand, hesitating for a moment before touching his shoulder. "And that's why i don't love you and i never will"

Sonic felt like he had been punched in the gut. Those words stung more than any physical blow ever could.

He recoiled at your words, looking at you with wide, pain-filled eyes. "No…no, you can't mean that. You…you have to feel something for me. I know you do. You just don't realize it yet." His voice cracked, the desperate pleading in his voice tinged with denial.You shook your head, your expression hardening. "No, Sonic. I don't. And I never will." The finality in your voice hit him like a sledgehammer. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. You were denying him, rejecting him, saying you didn't felt anything for him…

Sonic's world seemed to crumble around him. He had never expected this, had never imagined that you would outright deny any feelings for him. "No, no, no. This can't be happening. You have to love me. You have to." He took a step towards you, reaching out to grab your arm, his desperation growing more erratic.

You stepped back, pulling your arm out of his grasp. "Sonic, stop. You're scaring me." You backed away, putting more distance between yourselves. "You need help. You need to see that this isn't normal." You looked at him with a mix of sadness and fear in your eyes. Sonic froze, stunned by your words. He had never seen you look at him like that before.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but his mind was racing and his heart was pounding. "No, I don't need help. I just…I just need you. I need you to love me." He felt the tears streaming down his face, the desperation and despair becoming too much to bear.

You looked at him with a mixture of pity and frustration. "Sonic, listen to yourself. You're not making sense. You can't force someone to love you, no matter how hard you try. And this…this isn't love. It's obsession and control. It's not healthy, for either of us." You kept your distance, your voice firm.

Sonic slumped, the fight leaving him as the full weight of your words settled upon him. He knew you were right. He knew he was being irrational and obsessive. But still, he couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of desperation and heartache.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with tears. "But…but what am I supposed to do? I can't just…just let you go." He sounded like a lost child, vulnerable and confused. "do i look like i care? you putted yourself into this mess Sonic" you spitted coldly

Sonic flinched at your cold tone, the words cutting deep into his soul. He was used to you being friendly and polite, never this cold. It was as if you had turned into a completely different person.

He looked up at you, his expression a mix of pain and confusion. "I…I didn't mean to. I just…I just wanted you to love me. I didn't mean to become this…this obsessive and possessive. I never wanted to hurt you." His voice cracked, the tears flowing freely down his face now.

You shook your head, your expression hardening even more.

"You think that makes it any better? You think that excuses your behavior? You've been stalking me, pushing away everyone who even dares to look in my direction, but you didn't mean to? That's bullshit. You knew exactly what you were doing. You just didn't care about how it would affect me." You took a deep breath, your voice cold as ice. Sonic's ears dropped, his shoulders sagging under the weight of your words. He had no answer to your accusations. He knew you were right. He had been reckless and selfish, prioritizing his own desires over your feelings and well-being.

He looked up at you, his eyes pleading with you to understand.

"But I…I didn't want to hurt you. I never wanted that. I just…I just wanted you to be mine. I didn't think about anything else." His voice was small and broken, his usual confident demeanor shattered.

Your expression softened just a tiny bit, seeing the pain and remorse on his face.

"But don't you see? That's exactly the problem. You were so focused on possessively holding onto me that you didn't care about my feelings. You didn't care about what I wanted. You only cared about what you wanted. That isn't love Sonic. That's selfish and controlling." Your voice was still cold but not entirely without sympathy.

Sonic could only watch as you walked away, your words and the coldness in your voice sending a fresh wave of despair coursing through him. He wanted to call out to you, to beg you to stay, but he knew it was futile. He had messed up. He had pushed too far, and he had lost you. He slumped down to the ground, his head in his hands as the weight of his actions and the emptiness he now felt settled over him like a cold blanket.

[fraternum-momentum]

The way you draw Kylar is so soft [to be fair all of your art is very soft from a physical aspect but I mean more emotionally in this case] and it reminds me of the way paintings of lovers are described in books or the way a rose petal feels idk

I very much like it and I just wanted to say that

it was 100 percent influenced by the music i was listening to at that time but thats such a pretty way of putting it, thank you,,

[emma-is-swaggy-and-epic]

Happy valentine's day, i've been getting into sonic.exe lately so here's my rendition of an amy.exe

Watch the SPEEDpaint here!!! [LINK]

LORE UNDER THE CUT!!! (CW: mentions of gore and unreality...kinda, there's a TLDR at the end)

A few years after sonic CD was released, a strange cartridge for the game was created. Seemingly: the game had a mind of it's own; with it having strange anomalies such as aggressively telling players to stop controlling sonic after playing through the first few levels, weird reddish blobs of pixels could be seen in the background that look almost like gore to some people (though what they actually are is unclear due to them being few and far between and seem to be slightly obscured by various background elements) and a notable lack of other characters or enemies. Strangely though, the most well known anomaly related to this version of the game is an unusually distorted version of amy rose; as the years went by and the game became more accessable to the public via online emulators, many have reported her appearence changing more and more as time went on. When the cartridge was first discovered: her design mostly stayed true to her original, classic look though as years went by, she started looking more similar to her modern design (more notably so after rips of the game were posted to the internet). Occasionally, the altered version of amy would appear mid-gameplay and deliver threatening messages to the player about how she hates them, how they're getting in her way, etc. When played using an emulator, the game is known to install viruses onto whatever device the player is using in that moment. When the game was ripped, it was revealed that the name of the file was simply "phantom.exe"

What nobody knows about this version of the game, is that the cartridge was special in the sense that the world inside it was sentient; unlike the other versions of sonic CD: this specific cartridge had contained the actual classic sonic universe as a whole and the game was just a front, almost like another dimension that you cannot enter. All of the anomalies listed were the result of a strange event within the universe; with amy coming across the phantom ruby and it corrupting her, causing her to become a murderous fiend with a jealousy problem. Due to the unstable nature of an entire universe existing within such a tiny object like a game cartridge: amy has become aware of the fact that she is in a video game and is immensely jealous of the player for controlling sonic, although due to them living in another universe, she knows she cannot harm them so she just installs viruses onto their computer instead. After the game was ripped onto the internet and was exposed to a more modern culture than one from the 90's, amy's design and mannerisms slowly became more similar to that of the version of her in modern sonic games.

TLDR: there exists a version of sonic CD where the classic sonic universe just....EXISTS inside it (like the actual one, not just a game) and in that version of the universe: amy found the phantom ruby, it corrupted her and now she's a yandere and the game is now fucked up. Also amy is aware she's in a game and is jealous of the player for controlling sonic so she puts viruses on people's computers

In all honesty, i kinda just had two different ideas for what i wanted this to be. I wanted to make an EXE that is SOLELY self-contained and doesn't involve evil world-destroying gods possessing video games and entrapping souls like most EXEs i've seen (some of my favorite EXE/sonic horror AUs are starved eggman and sink sonic BECAUSE of this subversion) but at the same time: i was VERY married (no pun intended) to the idea of taking inspiration from old loveletter computer viruses and the whole haunted game schtick so i tried to mash them together as best i could, resulting in a sort of doki doki literature club/undertale-esque AU for lack of a better description. While yes, i am aware that yandere!amy rose isn't exactly an ORIGINAL idea (hell, i saw a fairly popular fanfiction called "amy.exe" with that EXACT premise) i mean.....i was (unfortunately) a yandere simulator fan as a kid so i kinda have a soft spot for yanderes, y'know? Besides, what else could you do with amy? You could probably do something with the fact she's into tarot cards but that'd probably get culturally insensitive REAL fast...

If i'm being completely honest, i only threw in the "amy's design and mannerisms changing due to being exposed to the internet" thing because i like amy's modern design more than her classic design and i wanted an excuse to make something based on it lol. Speaking of which: i actually had a tough time getting the preportions right on this, i've drawn sonic characters before and i usually have a tough time with the preportions since the sonic artstyle is so much different than mine and y'know....if the characters aren't drawn in a style that looks even VAGUELY like the sonic artstyle than it's just NOT a sonic character!!! (Also fun fact: amy's design in this is vaguely modeled after a creepy haunted doll bc i LOVE those things)

While doing research for this AU i realized i actually know a lot less about sonic lore than i thought lol, this is my first REAL attempt at writing horror so i hope it's not TOO terrible!!! (And, more importantly, that this makes sense to anyone who ISN'T me) anyway....again, happy valentine's day!!!

[obsessive-valentine]

Rating my Yanderes beds, because I can ✨

Barbarian!yan - Literally layers upon layers of soft warm fur on top of their equivalent of a mattress on top of a massive travelling box or two that double as bed frames. Most furs and blankets recently personally hunted/stolen for his darlings comfort bc he could sleep on a slab of stone and feel great in the morning so it’s safe to say it probably wasn’t as comfortable before he met darling. A princess and the pea situation bc he will keep adding throws and furs until darlings happy. Sounds like a dream but probably gets to hot now and then and a bed on top of wooden boxes can’t be that comfortable but at least it’s not the floor. Also didn’t own pillows before darling so stole some from a raid (that’s a funny visual) 8/10 - some points for effort

Vampire!yan - The most luxurious bed known to mankind, well darlings is, his is a literal coffin... darling has massive beautifully hand carved bed frame with a canopy, sleeps in silks and plush pillows fit for royalty. If that doesn’t fit darlings fancy there’s a few bedrooms in the manor that he can clean up for them, he just picked the most extravagant and comfortable for darling. 100/10

His actual ‘bed’ on the other hand -being the coffin- looks super cool and expensive, made from dark rich wood and a silk interior. Also does it’s job in keeping him safe from the sun or whatever. But very uncomfortable for a normal human and claustrophobic. -1/10

Farmer!yan - Nothing particularly concerning or great about the bed, it’s a sturdy handmade frame by his grandfather with maybe a 10yr old mattress at most. He’s also a type that could sleep on a stone slab and feel good from the most part on the morning so he doesn’t care that the mattress is a bit worn but will give in a pick up a new one if darling complains. Good at keeping up with laundry so the sheets are clean and soft so that counts for something. 4/10

Classic!yan - Did his research to customise his bed to darlings preferences, so when darlings kidnapped everything is new and comfortable. Great attention to detail because he gets sheets with darlings favourite colour on and many options for blankets and comforts like stuffed toys. Would be a 10/10 if it weren’t for the chain on darlings ankle being a part of the bed.

Childhood Fae!yan - He settles for nothing less than perfect, he’s spoilt and expects luxury so of course darling gets the best too. No where near as fancy as vampire yans but as comfortable, with a extravagantly carved dark wood frame that fits the dark academia vibe of his house. Very picky about the materials and firmness of his bed so he spent a lot of time perfecting it to be just right. Darlings sleeping good and extra points for having the best ambiance out of all the yanderes, I can imagine the room being so calming with the fireplace crackling and reading by candle light. 11/10

[floatyflowers]

Dark Atticus Finch x Reader

You tried to pack your bags in the dead of night, hands trembling as you shoved clothes into your suitcase as quietly as possible.

Every creak of the floorboards felt like a scream in the silence of the house.

And you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, even though you’d made sure Atticus was asleep in the other room.

The past few months had been suffocating; his calm, reassuring demeanor had shifted into something far darker.

His insistence on knowing where you were at all times, who you spoke to, and why you needed anyone else besides him.

What had started as a protective concern had grown into chains, locking you into a life that wasn’t yours.

He’d always framed his possessiveness as love, but you could see the cracks now, the way his soft words carried unspoken threats of what will happen if you leave, the way his sharp eyes followed you even in the most mundane of moments.

As you zipped the suitcase, you felt a shadow fall over you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you turned to see Atticus standing in the doorway, his face obscured by the dim light, but his voice calm and terrifyingly composed.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, his voice laced with quiet authority that sent chills down your spine.

His presence filled the room, and suddenly, you realized how futile this attempt was.

You weren’t just leaving a house, you were trying to escape a man who saw you as his world, and he wasn’t going to let that world slip away so easily.

"I have made my decision, I'm going to leave."

"And the children?" Atticus asks.

"I will visit them...you are a good father, a good honourable lawyer, but you are not a good husband to me, Atticus."

He stood there, silent for a long moment, his piercing gaze fixed on you, calculating.

The faint glimmer of sadness in his eyes was overshadowed by something else, something darker.

“You’ve thought this through,” he said finally, his voice even and measured, as if discussing a client’s case.

But the way he stepped closer, his broad frame blocking the doorway, made your heart race with unease.

“I understand your grievances. Truly, I do. But have you thought about what this would mean? For Scout and Jem? For the family we’ve built? For you?”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze, even as your knees felt weak.

“I’ve thought of everything, Atticus. I’ve endured everything, this isn’t a decision I’ve made lightly.” Your voice wavered, but you pressed on.

“The children will adjust, and so will you, this isn’t healthy, Ican’t live like this anymore.”

He tilted his head slightly, his hands resting in his pockets with a deceptive casualness.

“And what do you think is waiting for you out there?” he asked, his voice low but laced with something chilling.

“Do you think the world is kinder than me? Safer? Do you think you’ll find someone who knows you as I do, someone who will fight for you, protect you, love you as I do?”

His words, though spoken softly, struck with the weight of a hammer, and you felt a lump rising in your throat.

“This isn’t love, Atticus,” you said, forcing the words out.

“It’s control and it's suffocating.”

For a moment, his mask slipped, and you saw the raw desperation beneath.

But just as quickly, the mask was back. He stepped closer still, his shadow looming over you, his voice dropping to an almost whisper.

“You think you can leave me, but you underestimate me, darling?"

He whispers out the question.

"You see, I’ve already made my decision too. You can be upset, you can cry, you can hate me if you must, but you’re not going anywhere.”

His hand reached out, gentle yet powerful, as he brushed a stray hair from your face.

“You are my wife. And I will not let you ruin this family. Not for yourself. Not for anyone else.”

[grabby-smitten]

[kuunibal]

"True love is in despair and is enchanted over a glove lost or a handkerchief found, and eternity is required for its devotion and its hopes. It is composed both of the infinitely great and the infinitely little."

— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables IV.V.IV

[specialgradefckr]

hey, plz can u write yandere satosugo x y/n where she feel left out and insecure in the relationship ( basically like a 3rd wheel) with lots of angst and yandere vibes.

Soooo.... you sent this like. WAYYYY back near the end of JUNE.

I actually didn't think the Heatwave series would take as long as it did. I have three more to go, and honestly, I'm not sure how long each one will take.

I want to finish the Heatwave series before I start on anything else. I've actually got a few things drafted up that I'm not posting because I feel guilty about not working on the Heatwave stuff lol... it's SO HARD to finish things.

But not only did I get an idea for this, I've drafted it out, and written a considerable amount. I'm unreasonably excited about it now even though I can't post anything until the Heatwave series is done sdfjhkgslhdfg.

In this fic though, you won't be a part of the relationship exactly. You're all friends and Satoru and Suguru have gotten together.

Here's, like, a micro-preview:

This must be what dying feels like. Seeing the man you love and the man you lust for so painfully, peacefully, blissfully in love with each other. If this is dying, you're surely going to hell for thinking something so awful about a feeling so beautiful. It’s the sort of thing you think to yourself, bury deep – deep – inside the depths of your mind. Dredging it out in the late hours of the night when you can’t sleep. Wallowing in your unrequited love, feeling sorry for yourself, while also comforting yourself with the thought that at least now you didn’t have to do anything. You would never have to approach your longtime crush, Suguru Geto, and potentially ruin your friendship with him. It was something you’d struggled with for years, and after Gojo showed up – you didn’t have to struggle anymore. It was already lost. And the insane twists your fantasies would play out for you, all white hair and long slender limbs, in those lonely nights in bed – you could be free of those, too. You could completely dismiss the insane idea of propositioning the man-whore menace of a human being who made your heart race, Satoru Gojo. Gojo and Geto loved each other, and it would be wrong to get in the way of that. At this point, even saying anything to either of them would be a trespass on your friendship, with both of them.

[cherubmm]

Can I request classic sans x y/n art? I actually don't have much for the idea but maybe both of them just woke up from a nap? Like they're just sitting or smth

Anyway love your art!! :> Been following you since you used to be meeoowwi~

This is the only (not 100% sure) art for the 2025

See y'all next year ✨✨🫰🫰