#Shiny Things: A Yandere Simulator

[shiny-things-concept]

The School

Shiny Things will take place in a public high school in a fictional American-inspired country. But what should this school look like? What rooms should it have? How big should it be?

I imagine this school should have four main buildings: a big school building, a small school building, a gymnasium, and an auditorium. Most American schools have cafeterias, but I’m not sure this school should have one. I want students to be sitting all around the school during lunchtime to act as obstacles for the player, and if there was a cafeteria, there would be no reason to eat anywhere but there. Maybe the school cafeteria is under renovations, and students aren’t allowed in until it’s finished. Perhaps there is a perfectly functional cafeteria, but it’s too small for all the students to fit. After all, it’s not like any of the students in Yandere Simulator actually eat in the indoor or outdoor cafeterias.

This school has a lot more clubs than Akademi, but I don’t imagine every club having its own clubroom. Most of the clubs do their activities in some teacher’s classroom. But how many classrooms should there be? I think every school subject needs a different teacher for all four grades, and thus every subject for all four grades should need a classroom, but is that too much? Should there only be one teacher/classroom for each subject? 

On another note, what kind of “aesthetic” should the school have? What kind of decorations should there be? What decorations could be used for body-hiding opportunities? Also, now that I mention body disposal, where should the incinerator be? American high schools are cleaned by janitors, not students, so I imagine that if the school had an incinerator to burn trash, it would be in a boiler room inaccessible to students, and if the protagonist is caught going there, she’d get in trouble.

I can’t really think of anything else to say in this post. Feel free to give suggestions!

[jymwahuwu]

wingweaver anon here again XD.

i come back with silly brainrots. what if the reader has those hormonal shifts during spring and summer time and starts nesting, gathering pillows and blankets and little trinkets and comfort items close by. and she WANTS to let jing yuan in...perhaps she's grown used to the intimacy they share, perhaps not.

...but...she can't help but feel...unimpressed with him.

yes he's very impressive and yes he's sweet but...he's not really DONE much to woo her now has he? instinct dictates she push him away and find a more suitable mate, one with a better song, who will present better food and shiny items to you.

aka reader is going through her mating season and is very deprived and needy and fully expects jing yuan to show the proper etiquette before even DARING to set foot into her nest he gets scratched otherwise.

jing yuan : no let me in?

reader : you're cute, but you have no shiny. you don't sing. you haven't offered to preen me, or get me berries. what kind of man are you?

jing yuan : :000000 wait wot-

in the end, he does impress reader enough to be let in, and the first thing he does is grab her by the leg, pull her close and give her the fucking of a lifetime. surely the idea of starting a family wouldn't be too far off? look, she's even prepared a nest tp hold them, and he'll be a good father, providing for his little bird and their young ones.

( i'm sorry, you really don't have to write this out. i just think it would be hilarious just...watching jing yuan flounder because his darling???? is being fussy???? she wants him to sing for her?????? she wants berries and shinies????????? and then he just...sits down and gets cracking on general bird mating behaviors while reader is sitting in the corner like "well??? are you going to make a move or should i find someone else????" )

-CW: yandere, dub-con, breeding

part 1

This brainrot is too adorable!! Jing Yuan’s most precious little bird is going through her estrus… Although you didn’t ask for it, I wrote a little bit🫢🤗💖

Even General Xianzhou couldn't expect this, you just have wings after all. He didn't expect you to be in heat like a bird. It’s really interesting to see this hundreds of years old man overwhelmed 🤭

Jing Yuan immediately searched for the keywords "birds + estrus + wingweaver" in the database, and those holographic data blocks immediately swam around him. His eyes were darting around and reading the information he needed, and you were already… squirming on the nest? It was actually a bed with cozy blankets on it. You pouted and puffed out your cheeks, glaring at him angrily. The instinct in your head is calling you to find a better mate, one who will pursue you appropriately. Maybe your confused mind thinks he is a savage bird kidnapping you back to his nest…

Bird courtship behavior:

Singing

Display beautiful feathers

Bring delicious food and shiny stones as gifts

Decorate the love nest together

Dancing

Demonstrate hunting ability

…

There won't be enough time to order berries or collect trinkets for you. You're already questioning him. So… Jing Yuan took off his armor and robe… showing off his burly and well-trained chest and shoulders. He smiled leisurely at you. Your distracted eyes focused, and you felt heat radiating from your neck, your legs began to lose strength, and your wings trembled and fluttered. "you- you……"

"Shhh, come to me. Here's your preen." Jing Yuan opened his arms and simulated the sound of people teasing their pet birds.

You snuggled into his comforting arms. The sensitive wings are carefully groomed. You were about to assume a position that would allow for mating, but the general had already caught you and started breeding. You rocked on top of him, placing your hands on his shoulders and moaning softly. After a round of breeding, your legs were once again pinned as high as they could by his hands. His fat cock is thrusting upwards, thrusting inside your throbbing needy cunt.

It was finally burned into your head - no one could pursue you like he could, no one could mate with you like he could. Jing Yuan is the only spouse you need💖

divider @/cafekitsune

[beepiesheepie]

Silly Answer: Pick a god and pray

Serious answer: non manifold geometry can present itself in a myriad of ways, and it depends on the program you're using. I use Autodesk Maya for all my 3D stuff (I do use ZBrush for Sculpting, cause I hate Maya's sculpting tools and ZBrush is better for an artist brain, but it's terrible for everything after sculpting. I HIGHLY recommend pirating Maya, very good program but oh my god looking at the subscription costs makes my heart stop. Or you can use Blender.) and Maya has an aneurysm any time i try doing anything with non manifold geo. A good way to tell if a model has non manifold geo is try to unfold it as if you're about to make UVs, Maya will scream at you like a rabid monkey.

Maya is also useful cause you can individually select faces and it'll show you the normals, ie which is the "shiny" side and which is the "dull" side (like aluminum foil, but the dull side here is an empty void of space that must not be seen).

Enough about that though here's how I fix the most often see non manifold geo (these are taken from an older file for Jerry's model before I cleaned him up like a stray kitten taking a flea bath)- 1. Weirdly shaped/warped face. Here is where Jerry's hat meets his face and goggles, this face is bending in two different directions, which will make Maya have so much trouble computing how it moves or functions that it decides it doesnt' want to. Best fix is to cut the face into two or more smaller faces- and make sure there are no loose vertices! Loose vertices will fuck you up when you try rigging, and they themselves make a new non manifold face. The face below is all one face- not ideal and it bends and twists weird when it should Not Be Doing That. Best tip is to cut it into pieces, or delete the face and redo the area more cleanly.

2. A face on top of a face. This one happens a lot and it's a pretty simple fix. Just delete the faces and make new ones.

(Also notice that these faces have 5 corners- ie 5 vertices that touch the lines that make this face, which leads into-) 3. A face with more than 4 corners/vertices.

Now this one is kinda Maya specific, since Maya has mental breakdowns at anything with more than 4 corners, but it's generally good practice for your faces to have 4 vertices max, because when they move during rigging (or posing for silly photos) you won't have any clipping or weird breaking in the model. In ZBrush it automatically keeps things as squares (or "quads" as 3D folks are fond of saying) and editing the individual verts is hard to access and not worth the effort.

But back to Jerry- so his goggles obviously do not have quads or triangles for their surface, I made that with the focus of getting the shape of his goggles right, and not for perfect topology, and it bit me in the ass. Luckily, there's a lazy man's way to fix it.

(Quadrangulate also works, but the TF2 models use triangles for their topology instead of quads. This is because they're old as hell. In 2007 the standard was using tris instead of quads, nowadays it is quads, so that edge loops work and because they morph easier than tris, but I like turning everything into triangles at the end cause it's ultimately harmless. Do not tell other 3D modelers I said that I will be hunted like Saxton Hale wants to put me on display above his fireplace.)

Another good way is to just break the face down into smaller parts by making an edge.

We all return to triangle and quad!

If you're wondering "Breaking things down into smaller pieces means more faces, won't that make my model bloated?" Trust me, the infamous cases of model bloat (Garten of BanBan remote, the VRChat screw, the Yandere Simulator toothbrush) is something you will not be reaching if you put thought into what parts of a model move and what doesn't.

Like on Jerry's head and hat, he has a lot of faces because: 1. Humans are naturally drawn to faces, so it has to be the most detailed area. Most striking part of the human is the head, most striking part of the head is the face, most striking part of the face is the eyes, etc etc you know this already. Though for Jerry, we don't see his eyes, so his mouth will do. 2. The face moves! A lot! We use our mouth for lots of things! I know Jerry does In the company men's room. So on a 3d model, things that move a lot get more faces. (Face, elbows, shoulders, knees, ankles, hips, wrists, necks. Ok I'm done rambling.

Hope this helps! I am not the best at explaining these things through just text, cause I could go on and on and on about this stuff lol. But the best advice is if a face is broken, then it may be best to break it into smaller pieces, like food. But ultimately the best advice is practice, and don't be afraid to ask questions! I'm gonna ping my pal @panpteryx who is far more knowledgeable on Maya than I am and knows more about 3D modeling than I do, see if they got anything they wanna add!

Hope this helps hop :3

wip of a model- you can probably guess who it is! ignore that he has no head lel first time doing everything solely in Maya, kinda proud of myself

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Hey Syd!! If you're taking jojo requests may I request Prosciutto + 11 and 12? Thank you!! 🙂💞

Pairing: Yandere! Prosciutto x reader

Prompt(s): "I want to touch you so much, I can hardly hold myself back". & "My heart, my love, my touch... It's all yours for the taking."

Description: With a grunt and a heavy sigh, you pull yourself into the strange machine and settle into it. Though it was comfortable, you can't help but be nervous you had to leave all your equipment with Charon. Not like you could use it in a simulation, but still... Your felt naked without a gun. You were alone here in this vault. But in one of these other chambers sat your father and you would have to pull him out...

Rating: sfw

Content Warning: yandere, simulations, there is so much gaslight gatekeeping girlbossing done by pros, cross over with fallout 3 because I wanted it but dw I just stole setting, umm imprisonment, manipulation, ask to tag

Word Count: 2092

Notes: Happy 4 am tumblr I am now making this fic your problem! I had a lot of fun with this one despite it being my first time writing pros sdlfkjsdfklj I hope I did him justice Taha but this idea came to me in a 1 am haze and I’ve sat here working on it for the past few hours.

Edited: The Same Day, actually. Don’t post things at 4 am folks they’re be riddled with mistakes

When you came here, you knew it was with a purpose. There was something you had to do. Someone you were here to see… to save, even. But as time went by, minutes melting to hours in pleasant nothingness, it was getting so hard to remember, and much easier to forget.

You weren’t use to such perfectness. But pretty blue skies and soft, green grass were welcome feelings; they certainly weren’t bad just unfamiliar. But what was it that you were use to…? Your hands felt empty often. Even in such a safe place, there was always a feeling of dread stalking you. As if you always had to watch your back.

But Tranquility Lane welcomed you all the same, with familiar and strange smiling faces.

“I don’t think I belong here.” You sit, idle, at the small park in the center of the cul de sac. You swing gently on a swing a little too small for your frame. You’re one true friend here, the only creature you felt you could trust, your dog sits silent at your feet. “Dogmeat…” The familiar name falls off your lips but you get the feeling that… this isn’t Dogmeat.

But, what other dog could it be?

“Do you remember how we got here, Dogmeat?” You look down to the dog that rests are your feet, watching the way his ears fold down at your words. “Where… were we before we moved here?” You hadn’t been here long, or at least you thought that…

“_____, there you are.” A smooth voice pulls you from your thoughts. “I was looking for you.”

“Oh, Prosciutto.” His name falls from your lips easily. You smile, just so he doesn’t worry over your long face. He was the first person to warm up to you here, after all. The only one that really opened up to you. “I’m sorry I was just… thinking, is all.”

“Thinking?” He pauses in front of you, sending a fleeting, unreadable glance to the dog by your feet. “What about?” He leans casually against the shiny pole of the swing set.

“You’ll think it’s silly…” For some reason, when he was near, it got harder to think. Harder to remember.

Easier to forget.

“But… I feel like I don’t belong here, sometimes.” You admit to him. Your eyes don’t leave Dogmeat. He stands and moves to sit behind you. Away from Prosciutto. “I mean… Dogmeat and I stick out like a sore thumb.” You laugh a little.

“I don’t think so.” He shakes his head as you meet his gaze. “You guys brought new life to this place. I’m glad you’re here.” He gives you a charming smile. One where you can see the little gap between his front teeth. It comforts you, if only a little.

“Thank you for saying that. But… Sometimes I get these dreams. Some of them are just strange… others, really scary.” You grip the chain of the swing, eyes trained on the perfect shine of Prosciutto’s shoes. You couldn’t even think of what they were called. Only that they were much fancier than anything you had ever owned.

“They’re just dreams, _____. I wouldn’t worry too much about them.” He sounds so confident. So sure of himself.

“They feel so real though.” You run your hands down the length of the chains, until you reach the bottom. You then stand, frowning as you catch his gaze. “The world in my dreams… isn’t very pretty. In fact, it’s ugly. It’s not easy to survive there.” You look to Dogmeat. “The two of us… Dogmeat and I. We wondered that wasteland. I never went anywhere without a gun in my hand.” Your fingers twitch against a trigger that’s not there.

“You know that’s not real though, _____.” Prosciutto grabs your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re safe here. Those dreams can’t get you.” He grows a little bolder, other hand grasping your shoulder. “I won’t let anything hurt you.” You feel your heart pound fast in a moment of embarrassment, before you compose yourself.

“I can take care of myself, thank you.” You retract yourself from him, and make a fair distance between the two of you. Ever careful, Dogmeat rises with you. You can tell he’s watching Prosciutto as much as you are now. “I thought… you would understand, but I suppose I was mistaken.” You shake your head. “Sorry to bother you, Prosciutto.” You turn to take your leave, going to return to the house that was yours. Or at least, that you claimed as your own.

“____, wait.” You pause as Prosciutto jogs a moment to catch up to you. The nice dress you’re wearing feels itchy and strange all the sudden. Too clean. “Please, I didn’t mean to brush you off, I just…” He sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Forgive me for being so bold… I meant only that if you feel scared, or that you fee you are in danger, you can rely on me.”

“Well…” You pause on the word, looking to Dogmeat before looking back to Prosciutto. “I suppose I forgive you.” You sigh. The next breath you take feels heavy and thick. “I think I’m just on edge. There’s definitely something wrong here. I’m gonna figure it out… but it would be nice if I could count of you while I do that.” Dogmeat whimpers, pulling on the skirt of your dress to get your attention. You pat his head to comfort him, keeping your eyes trained on Prosciutto.

“Oh dear…” You see Prosciutto sigh, and roll his eyes. You feel a sudden chill go through you, and the urge to defend yourself hits you. But your shock, your horror, keeps you rooted in place. The air has changed between the two of you. “You’re just too smart for your own good… and you ask too many questions, just like your father.”

“My father?” Realization hits you straight in the face. “W-wait those aren’t just dreams… this, this isn’t reality.” You take a step back, back into Dogmeat. But… it wasn’t really him.

Who was this dog? He wasn’t a dog at all... You remember. There had to be a person behind that facade...

“Prosciutto I…” Your head hurts, so bad. You know its not real. That this is a simulation. But you’re not in control here. “You keep… keep making me forget.” You hold your head, nails digging into your hair. This pain is worse than the shot of a gun, or the deafening blow of a grenade.

“Shh, you’re okay…” Prosciutto is ready to support you, take you into his arms and support your quickly crumpling weight. “You just need to relax. And forget. Just let me take care of it.” You’re powerless to escape his hold. To fight whatever power he has over you here.

“I… need to save my father. I gotta.. gotta leave…” You lean heavily on Prosciutto for support.

“Still so eager to leave me?” He sighs softly as he holds you. “Surely what I have to offer is much better then what you’ve faced in that wasteland. Why would you want to go back?” He huffs. Your thoughts are still thick, foggy like bad weather in the capital wasteland, but you manage to speak.

“People… need our help.” It was so far away but you could barely recall. Something your dad had talked about all your life… He wanted it so bad that you, too wanted it. What was that dream you shared…?

“People need you?” Prosciutto snorts. It's the most imperfect, the most ugly, you can recall him being.

You get the feeling the two of you have been in this situation before.

This wouldn’t be the last time.

“What about me? I need you! I want to touch you so much I can hardly hold myself back.” His words make you feel strange. You feel like that should make you recoil. If anyone else had said that to you they would be met with a bullet in the hand that dared grab you.

But Prosciutto just holds you tighter.

“Why do you have to make this so difficult? I play the perfect gentlemen every time. I take it slow. I play cat and mouse with you time and time again. But you always seem to remember that something isn’t right here.”

The world has changed, you think. That, or in your confused state, Prosciutto has taken you somewhere alone. No one else here could help you, though. They’re just as powerless as you.

Why were you fighting with Prosciutto again?

“_____, you’ve lit a flame I thought died in me centuries ago.” The number rings in your head. Prosciutto didn’t look older than 30… “My heart, my love, my touch… it’s all yours for the taking. I made this world for us to share.”

“I… don’t need anything like that.” Even as you said the words though, you doubted them. Were you anything without Prosciutto?

“Last time, you told me that you’d be trapped in the body a dog like your father then be forced to be with me.” You hear the words he says, but you can’t ascribe any meaning to them. They’re just as hollow as you. “Maybe this next time, you’ll tell me you love me.” Empty as you are, forced into this role, you can’t help but feel unhappy. Something compels you to speak-- a memory, nearly forgotten.

“You don’t… deserve my love.” You can hardly remember what those words mean, but they certainly have Prosciutto frowning.

“Well then I suppose it’s a good thing I can take it by force, isn’t it?” His words don’t carry the venom he wants them too. Your eyes have already closed, off to have another bad dream of a faraway wasteland with guns and wars.

Still, Prosciutto sighs.

You and your father have already been here for 3 months. It was taking longer and longer for you each time to recall this was a simulation but… would he always be able to stop you before it was too late?

Would he ever be able to convince you, the only person that had managed to capture his attention in all his years in this simulation, to love him?

When you came here, you knew it was with a purpose…

“...Prosciutto?” For some reason, you expect him to be lying right next to you in bed. But the spot remains cold and empty, crumpled blankets that had been once pressed clean and neat push aside in your restless sleep.

There was something you had to do.

“I… want to go see him.” Your heart beat fast at the thought of seeing him. Though still tired, you set about your morning as you usually would. The house felt more quiet than it usually did, but you paid it no mind. Just your still sleep riddled brain teasing you with the idea of maybe one day sharing a home with Prosciutto…

There was someone you were here to see.

As you leave your house, you’re excited to see him walking up your steps. “Prosciutto, hello!” Your voice is bright and cheery. He greets you with a smooth smile. “I wanted to see you.” You admit the words to him freely, happily.

He was so polished and perfect.

You felt like you didn’t compare, but it brought a strange sense of comfort over you regardless. He felt familiar.

He made you happy.

“I wanted to see you too.” His words have color rising to your cheeks. You don’t remember a time you felt so embarrassed. But that was okay… because Prosciutto was with you. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me this morning?” He holds his hand out to you.

Your hand twitched. It felt wrong that it was empty.

You eagerly take his offered hand.

“I’d like that.” You allow him to lead you away from your house, towards the street that lead out of the cul de sac. You feel the urge to look behind you, so you do for a moment.

A lone dog lays in the shade of a tree, tied to a post in the park. He looks so sad. But Prosciutto’s voice draws you back in.

“I’m happy you came to Tranquility Lane, _____. You brought new life to this place.” His words have a small smile crawl upon your lips.

“You think so?” You can’t help the girlish giggle that leaves you. “Honestly, I am too. I feel like I belong here.”

[problematic-fictive-edits]

Could we get a queue check if possible?

Sure thing!

Queue Check!

Stimboard for a Transfem Pico (Pico's School) with themes of lovecore and cleancore

Stimboard for David (Lost Boys) with dice, shiny things, and red

Stimboard for Hoodie (Marble Hornets) with VHS tapes, video taping, and the woods

Stimboard for Takeshi Asakura (Kamen Rider Ryuki) with snakes, knives, and mirrors

Stimboard for Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty) with dancing, smoke, and fuzzy textures, but no food or ocean stims

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Banner for Witchbrew (Kaiju Paradise) with Halloween themes

LGBT+ Icons for an AroAce Hajime Shino (Ensemble Stars)

LGBT+ and Mental Health Icons for Ivan Braginski (Hetalia) who is Bigender and has OCD

Stimboard for Ayano Aishi (Yandere Simulator) with love, love letters, Sakura blossoms, clocks, and pink

Stimboard for Patryck (Eddsworld) with science and baking

LGBT+ Icons for Vampgender Vampyro (Wakfu)

Moodboard for Bard (Black Butler) with themes of guns, sunflowers, and cigarettes

Moodboard for Il Dottore (Genshin Impact) with themes of romance, jewelry, hands, love letters, blue, and gold

Icons for Korekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa V3) with rosecore themes

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Current queue ends on December 22nd, 2022! This will extend, though, as we have some asks we have yet to get to.

Ask Check!

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LGBT+ icons for an Errofluid Esme (Backrooms Facelings)

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Stimboard for Nate (XOXO Blood Droplets) With hot/dark pinks, hearts, stars, and obsessive love themes

[furinas-soliloquous-stage]

For the ask game

6 7 8 9 and 10

6 - Edit blog that gave you inspiration!

The now deleted @snake-kin-cafe, and @twisted-lies! They were my main inspirations, since one is a friend of mine and the other is an icon in the Danganronpa editing community.

7 - Shout out some blogs!

Easy! @softgothiccore, @pekowithabat, @diceedits, @catboy-kiyotaka-edits, @fairyhimiko-deactivated20220209 ( they deactivated D: ), @creativeghost51, and @takas-house-of-ivy! @get-outside-nekomatsu mostly edits for themselves, but they're really good! Especially considering that they're a beginner!

8 - Favourite character to edit?

Okay, so without context, I have a mild case of androphobia, or a fear of men. This makes Tenko Chabashira a huge comfort of mine. I'd say she's my favorite. I also have huge comforts relating to Sayaka Maizono, Mukuro Ikusaba, Mikan Tsumiki, Hiyoko Saionji, Chiaki Nanami, Akane Owari, Peko Pekoyama, Sonia Nevermind, Tsumugi Shirogane, Maki Harukawa, Angie Yonaga, Kokichi Ouma, and all the Warriors Of Hope.

9 - Favourite source to edit?

Danganronpa! Namely V3 and UDG! But I don't mind editing anything, basically. If it's a listed source, I like it! Some of my favorite sources are a tad problematic, leading me to dislike the creator, even if I enjoy the media. For example, Hazbin Hotel and Yandere Simulator.

10 - Favourite kind of stim?

I'd say slime, shiny things like jewelry, water, and calligraphy stims are my favorites!

[maruzzewrites]

Bella Stronza for Melone please? It would be great if you made it super horrific or violent. Also, good luck with Valentine’s Day Maruzze! 💛

Content warnings: yandere content, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, violence, death, abuse, manipulation.

With figures,numbers and simulations, Melone could understand people and their potential.This didn’t work only with possible vessels to use with his Stand, but withmost parts of his life, with how much he was used at typing away on hiskeyboard to get the results he needed at any given moment. Couple this with hisabnormal ability to understand information, even the most intimate variety,from a simple taste of someone’s skin, and you could obtain a prodigious matchto predict any type of situation.

Yet, you insistedwith going against the carefully planned and calculated outputs he someticulously crafted in order to understand your compatibility with him. It wasall perfect: you were a strong-willed person, someone who could keep their headup and look people in the eyes, fierce and smart enough to match him in the wayhe could see your usefulness without needing to exploit your body and consumeyour life. Just perfect; he knew that, it was all in writing, down on paper –or screen, rather. However, at times setbacks appeared, and Melone wasn’t new atwaiting it out until the situation straightened itself up into a more linear,logical path.

Along the way,you decided enough was enough, cut ties with him and turned your back to therelationship you built with him; all because you discovered something youdidn’t have the right to know, his involvement with gangs and criminals, hiscrooked job. He assumed you would, eventually, so he just sat back with amused,cheerful confidence that you would return to him soon enough. After all, youwere a match made in heaven, even if not picture perfect, even if you wouldshiver at the words he said to you from time to time. But differences are thespice in relationships, romantic ones above all, and you fitted perfectly.

So, what was thereason? What did make you think you could simply walk out and leave him behindin such a final way? Even after he called you, contacted you with any mean of communicationhe could think of, you were obstinate, stubborn and ever determined in keeping upthis act of wanting to ditch him for the next best thing you could find. And heknew, he was aware of your movements in the last few weeks; as you walkedaround with your hands around some other man’s arm, strutting around in shinyclothes and with a content smile. He let you be for a good amount of time,almost humming delightfully at your demonstration of vitality, your personalityshining through that break he decided to allow.

But days turnedinto weeks, weeks eventually became months, and you were still showing off thatsame serenity around an anonymous man Melone didn’t bother to identify, sure hewould be a fleeting moment into your life before you would come back into hisarms, under his thumb. You were your usual self, he could tell, stillheadstrong and inflexible, unable to rethink your choices once you made them,yet there was an air around you that he couldn’t understand, that he never feltbefore. Your steps were lighter, your laughter louder, your eyes brighter, asthis man talked to you and cooed pathetic, sappy nonsense into your ears whileyou were alone together somewhere.

It was a fungame until it turned into a feud, silent and unknown, against this unnamedobstacle Melone found himself facing. Every moment you were happy was a tauntat your previous life, the one you left just to parade around the city with toomuch glee in your pace and your voice. You were stomping on every logic he foundto build your relationship, to choose you among a sea of faceless people whodidn’t match him the same way. He remembered the way he morbidly searchedaround for any piece of data on you after he got the first glance at yourcompatibility, so perfect, so total. He had to fight his team too, to variousdegrees, as they berated, insulted or teased him as he analyzed the best way toapproach you in a way that could lull you into his arms willingly.

Because, afterall, Melone wanted your companionship. And he couldn’t simply pry it from you,he couldn’t force you into anything with him, because that would mean you wouldallow him to do that. And if you allowed him to do that, it meant you weren’tstrong enough, compelling enough; and he wanted nothing than perfection in hisown, twisted, way. So when he presented himself with your favorite food, yourfavorite items, your favorite words and topics, anything to win you over, youcould do nothing than lower your walls and let him in as his grip gotsuffocating and bruising, but slowly enough that you didn’t notice the changein the pressure against your skin or your mind.

You were good toeach other. At times, you would lose your temper and he’d just dismiss it withclinical, cold joviality as you walked away for a period of time, enough tocool off. You would rarely change your mind when you denied him something, andMelone was never the type to violently take what he wanted if he could help it,but he admired your tenacious perseverance in your quest for independence. Atsome point, you found yourself pushing him away more than you thought youneeded to do in a relationship of any kind, but you overlooked it for a bitwith the nagging notion that you had to be prepared to run away at any otherred flag waving from the man you called your lover.

In the end, you discoveredhis occupation, and you couldn’t stand the idea of being in the same room witha mobster. A dangerous one, too, if you had to consider the fact you could seehis figure around you every time you walked out of your own home after thebreak up. You hadn’t been nice or graceful, screaming all kind of profanities inhis face as he tried to drag you back into his apartment to discuss the matterfurther. But it didn’t matter ultimately, because you were still stubborn,obstinate, pigheaded.

Trying with allyour might to claw away from him, from everything he gave you and he could giveyou. Didn’t you see that man wasn’t the right one for you? Was Melone being toopassive, too nice? Maybe you were the same, perhaps you wanted someone whocould show their affection with passion, ardor, fervor, burning down the worlduntil there was nothing left but the two of you. And Melone could offer youthat, he knew he could shape your vision until you could only see the parts youloved about him. Because the two of you were perfect together.

And he wantedyou to understand that. That was why he decided to come forward, after so muchtime, and relish in the look on your face as your eyes went wide, when yourvoice shakily urged the idiotic toy you used to occupy your time to escape,with no time to waste or to explain. The bravery that man showed wasn’tadmirable at all, not when he was lying on the ground with a halo of bloodsoiling his hair, his clothes, kissing the sole of Melone’s shoes. You werepetrified, he could tell, but he didn’t mind the fear mixed with sorrow extinguishingthe light behind your eyes.

“My dear,” herested his slender hands on both sides of your face, without caging youphysically. Yet, you didn’t feel the strength to move at all. Melone wantednothing more than to rip apart your clothes, any trace of his presence on you.Maybe in that exact moment you couldn’t see what he was doing, that he wassaving you from a path you were walking with someone who didn’t deserve anythingfrom you besides indifference. His words came out with a hushed breath, as ifhe was trying not to sigh while talking, “We can go back now.”

As if a wake-upcall you were waiting for, his voice made you flinch and come alive. You slappedhis hands away, backing down until you could feel the door of the buildingagainst your back. Melone, in all his tranquil serenity, was slowly stalkingtowards you as if he had all the time in the world to simply take you with him,drown you into a relationship you didn’t want anymore. Your hand searched forthe knob, ready to throw the door open and flee, helped by the darkness of thenight to go undetected by the degenerate in front of you.

“Don’t try toresist, there is no reason to!” His voice was too cheerful, too grating to yourears, and it only made you grit your teeth until your jaw hurt. In the exactmoment you took hold of the doorknob, Melone was in front of you with extendedarms, his hands resembling claws of a beast ready to rip you apart withferocity. He was too close for you to have much moving space, and you decidedto do something about the complication; he was too preoccupied with his coos tosee your leg raising, a kick right in his stomach enough to make him hunch overand fall to his knees as you moved to open the door and run for your life.

Just when youwere savoring the taste of freedom and relief, you heard quick steps behind youand then the world just crashed, turned upside down, as you tumbled down on thecold, raw asphalt of the parking lot of your home.

Despite hisweight on you, you attempted to wriggle and crawl forward to sneak out fromunder him, but he pressed down with anger tensing his muscles. You had neverexperienced this level of fury from Melone, his growls, his teeth barred, histight grip on your arms as he pinned you facedown against the floor. You feltthe pain in your legs, where you hit the pavement first, burning and wet withblood. His hand shot up to your head and held it in place, pressing down untilyou could feel nothing but the strain on your skull from the force.

When youwhimpered, letting a glimpse of weakness shine through, Melone tugged at yourhair and made you arch your back with a flexibility you didn’t possess. Youcouldn’t really see him, not with the blur in your vision as he appeared infront of you, his long hair cascading on your cheeks with mocking delicacy. Youtried again to wriggled, raising on of your arms to try and attack him somehow,but the lack of support made you slump in a painful way that made you see stars.A groan escaped your throat, and the tension against your back worsened as hewanked you again.

“Why do youinsist on tainting this?” His words held the same calm he was used to employwhen he was simply arguing with you, impersonal and distant, like if ice wasclinging to each word. You didn’t answer, both because of the stress your bodywas subject to in that precise moment and because you didn’t want to give himthe benefit of your voice. At your silence, he sighed like he was dealing witha rowdy child, accompanying the soft huff with a violent slam of your headagainst the floor. He stood up right after, walking towards the door left openand searching for something there.

You assumed hethought you were knocked out or dead, because leaving you alone like that was arisky action in such a situation. With shaking fingers, you reached into yourpocket to fish for your phone and try to dial the police. You couldn’t seeproperly, and you cringed at the loud ring of each key pressed, but youcontinued with your attempt even when you saw a shadow walking towards you inthe dim light coming from the hall and the moon. A hand came down to snatch thedevice from you, the voice of someone coming from the speaker like a derisivetaunt – “This is the police, what is your emergency?”.

“Darling, loveof my life,” from him, from his voice, distorted by the pain and the contempt, thosewords sounded like icy lava. In a way, you hoped he would get angry enough tosimply kill you and leave you on that floor, abandoning any pretense ofcivility or care. But you could hear the sick fondness buried under the cold ofthat detached words. You felt like puking from the sheer loathing you felt inthat moment – or maybe it was the pain. His voice now felt far away, as youwilled yourself to fall into the pit of a restless slumber, “You betrayed anyhope I had for us. But it’s okay, we can repair it with time.”

The last thingyou saw before passing out was your phone shattered against the hard asphaltnear your head, the splinters of plastic and components landing on your face.The last thing you felt was his arms wrapping around you, staying still for a quicksecond as if he was cherishing the sensation of your body against his, before pickedyou up with a sharp tinge of pain all over your body.

After that, youlet yourself go unconscious. You didn’t want to be there for what was next,whatever it was.

[hermiethefrog]

Ooh just out of curiosity I do know "Yandere Simulator" is a thing but because my curiosity has been piqued by your post, what is everything wrong with it? Don't really want to google in case I stumble upon the gory deaths you mentioned, so I figured asking you would be a good idea, if you don't mind of course!

Oh man, Yandere Simulator.

If you’re someone who has a problem with gory deaths, then yeah, don’t play the game. You can murder people in super gory ways. The video demonstrated a new method of putting someone’s head into a giant school fan, that’s just one of them. 

Just game mechanics wise, watching some of his development videos, he’s prone to playing other games and saying “ooh, shiny, I want that in my game”. Very easily influenced by outside sources. And influences are good, but at some point one needs to stick to their original ideas. The new things he wants to implement typically cause some sort of delay. The game isn’t going to move past alpha and its first rival if he keeps adding in stuff. 

Maybe his partnership with a game company will tone that down?

But more seriously. I’m going to assume Yandere Dev–the guy making the game–is white. I assume this because he’s had to ask Japanese people for input on the game, and his character portraits in videos looks white. 

So in his videos he’ll sometimes talk about elements of Japanese culture but that and the whole game just sounds kind of fetishizing? Like, oh, Japan is so sugoi! My girlfriend is a Japanese school girl! (He joked about that once?) I said something about how the game draws the crowd of people who have body pillows so, otaku. But in a bad way. 

The game is set in high school so almost all of the cast is underaged. I don’t personally have issues with depictions of violence towards minors, but I know that’s a problem some people do have. 

But the girls all wear short skirts, some of them even more so. And the way you gain access to necessary items in game is by taking pictures of the girl’s panties with your phone and sending them to someone else, who presumably sells those photos. Or uh, uses them personally. 

The panty shot mechanic is possibly going to change. I believe settings allow you to censor up skirt shots, and there may be other ways to gain necessary items implemented. But still.

Yandere Dev apparently asked a Japanese school teacher about schools so he could be accurate. He’s aware, for instance, that the default sailor fuku uniform is typically used for middle school students and has alternate outfits that are more fitting for high school students. But he also should be aware then that skirts typically go to the knees. In the 90s, they were often longer. This is why Usagi Tsukino and her friends had longer skirts in civilian form. School girls don’t have super short skirts! 

And then the comment about how the game is set in Japan and the population is predominantly native Japanese people, so darker skin doesn’t make sense realistically. Even though if that were true, most of the students would have dark hair and eyes instead of the rainbow.

And I think, oh. It’s because he loves the aesthetic of it all. The Japanese school girl aesthetic. The pale skinned Asian woman who’s probably submissive and will be his waifu. 

I can’t judge how much his reality is close to fiction, but based off of all these, he comes off as fetishizing Asian women and a bit ephebophilic. 

so it’s gross to me

[shiny-things-concept]

Thinking of Mechanic Replacements

So we all know of the "Panties" mechanic in Yandere Simulator. I want my hypothetical game to have a similar mechanic: Being able to select a power-up before school every morning. But like... why panties? My game would have the power-ups be called a different thing, but I'm undecided on what that should be.

My first idea was ripped straight from the awesome YanSim mod, Academy High by Soulfuul. In that mod, the panties are replaced by different sodas. I considered that idea: and imagined the town having a vending machine instead of a lingerie store. But then I realized that realistically, the protagonist would only be able to use a soda once before having to go back to town and buy a new can. That sounds really annoying, so let's find a better mechanic.

My next idea was replacing the panties with polo shirts. I imagine our protagonist wearing a polo shirt under a t-shirt, and if she wears a different polo, you'd be able to see it in-game! If we went with this idea, the lingerie store would be replaced by a regular clothing store.

Another idea I saw comes from this video by Akane Murakami, where they replaced the panties with perfumes. I think that's a really smart idea, but I don't want to seem like I'm copying. I probably won't end up using the idea, but I do like it, and props to Akane for coming up with it!

What do you think? Do you have any other ideas for the Morning Power-Ups? Let me know!

[shiny-things-concept]

What is Shiny Things about?

The baseline story of Shiny Things: A Yandere Simulator is essentially the same as the original Yandere Sim. A girl has a crush on a boy, and eliminates ten rivals to acquire said boy. But the motivations behind my yandere girl (let’s call her Miss Lovesick, since Yandere-Chan is already taken) are different from those of Ayano Aishi.

Miss Lovesick comes from a family that has a lot of pride in themselves, and she, like her parents, wants her lineage to be successful. She believes that a key factor to being successful is being attractive, and hopes for her future children to be very beautiful. But there’s one problem: Miss Lovesick is extremely plain-looking. Not great if you want your offspring to be pretty enough to be noticed.

When she first started thinking about dating boys, Miss Lovesick had only one standard. This standard is that the person she ends up marrying and having kids with must be exceptionally conventionally attractive. So, she immediately started scoping out all the most handsome boys in her school, and eventually found him. I don’t want to call him Senpai, so let’s call him Loverboy, shall we?

Anyway, Miss Lovesick found Loverboy, immediately recognized him as the ideal partner, and decided that he was “hers.” But oopsie! There’s another problem. Loverboy is a huge player. Miss Lovesick knows that there’s about a million girls at school who have crushes on Loverboy, and that he’s more than willing to date anyone, which makes for a lot of competition. 

Miss Lovesick is extremely bad with romance, so she knows that her only chance to get with Loverboy is to “eliminate” every girl who shows interest in him. So, she becomes a yandere.

I imagine Shiny Things taking place somewhere in America, because I do not know jack shit about Japan and I’m not gonna pretend to. Plus, being in an American public school gives us a chance to have more diverse outfits for the characters! Fun!

[shiny-things-concept]

Introduction

Hello! Welcome to my new blog dedicated to an idea I've been developing recently!

Basically, I have an idea for a blatant ripoff of Yandere Simulator. I like to play the game, and the concept of a serial-killing schoolgirl is really interesting, but sadly, the predator had to get to it first.

I don't exactly expect this idea to come into full fruition, as I have absolutely zero coding experience and there's that whole "Yansim Fangames Curse" thing, but I would love to share my ideas and get feedback!