#ITS A MEETCUTE IM AFRAID!!! I AM CALLING IT

[yanderefer]

disappears for years. suddenly comes back. does not elaborate.

im trying to make an aesthetic ABOUT ME or whatever but i will fail so this is the best its gonna be for now. you can call me yan or fer idc. pronouns arent. he she they it i simply exist idc refer to me however

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DISCLAIMERS!!!

i can write both platonic, romantic, or queerplatonic/ambiguous yanderes!

i accept requests at the moment

while this is a yandere blog i will not write situations where said yandere physically abuses the person they love it is just not my style...i draw the line at cruelty or hatred in that way. i also will not do any nsfw or suggestive work whatsoever just not my thing.

i will default to ambiguous yandere if its not specified in request. i will also default to gender neutral reader if not specified in request. also u can ask for poly stuff or friend group stuff though i likely wont write too many chars in one thing (if its a request)

uhhh i do not support this stuff irl but that should be hopefully obvious this is not real at all please dont read if it triggers you even if my stuffs kinda on the more gentle side

i love crack treated seriously so dont feel embarassed about requesting niche or bizarre characters. also dont be embarassed to detail traits for the reader/characters/general scenario you are looking for because i will just do whatever i want without guidance or prompt

if chars are ooc or certain aspects don't make sense i am just here to have fun be silly and wind down while writing dont take anything i do too seriously. i like to take liberties and make up headcanons on the spot. everything is self indulgent idc

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FANDOMS/THINGS I WRITE FOR (off the top of my head...some stuff i haven't listed so dont be afraid to shoot your shot i guess)

My Hero Academia (Bnha) (I love making up new quirks that cause problems. gimme quirk prompt for reader i will go crazy it doesnt even have to make logical sense)

Undertale (maybe...some aus? unsure.....)

Deltarune

Other various Indie RPGS

FE3H (i'm a bit rusty character wise, haven't played in a while)

Pokemon (depends on the character. will not write actual pokemon in romantic situations (unless the...reader is a pokemon too ig?) but human chars are good)

Spiderverse (i don't know spanish. also will vary on how much of a grasp i have on a character. not as confident and will take liberties)

Original Scenarios (if you just have a original character prompt like making up a situation like uhhh idk. reader in an isekai world and yandere is someone there...? random classmates? coffee shop meetcute? vrmmo shit? any of that webtoon tropes? idfk whatever my or your heart desires)

And random other medias not coming to mind rn (i literlly wrote a oneshot for the onceler idk ill do anything if its funny and piques my interest)

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i will do my best. dont have expectations and u wont be dissapointed. i genuinely will just do what i want with promps i will either oneshot or drabble/those bullet point things i see on tumblr alot. have fun

[luciaflores]

@melaniemills​

whether the hours are billed or not, lucia spends most of her workdays staying late after class.  sometimes cleaning, others decorating ---  occasionally keeping watch over students whose parents hadn’t shown up on time to take them home.  small, comfortable tasks.  although admittedly, lucia did like to be out the door and on the road before dark.  but tonight had different plans for her.  she checks her phone:  no cancellation email, yet.  well!  that’s a better omen than the last two times the mills family had asked to reschedule.  it worries her, truth be told.  paired with josh’s erratic behaviour ...  lucia hopes she isn’t sensing a pattern.   she’ll do her best to stow her preconceptions, before meeting the pair.  speaking of! lucia hears the clicking of shoes bustling down the hallway.  either the janitor has gotten himself a new shiny pair of boots, or her company for the evening has arrived.  she checks her watch:  right on time, thankfully.  sweeping the hair off her face, lucia makes for the doorway, pushing the half-open door wide.   “ mr & mrs mills? ” she beckons, wandering into the hall.  but lucia spies one figure (obscured by dwindling evening light), not two.  perhaps she has the wrong woman. ​​