#Yandere trope

[digenerate-trash]

i just wondering how tf Bailey could even being a Yandere for PC? I meannn there's must be a reason right? In fact.... I do wonder about the other yanderes how they Fall for PC?

Yandere | Obsession | TW Dubcon | TW Rape | TW Somno

Bailey

I feel like Bailey’s attraction started off as just this nagging favoritism. like he just started to have strange feelings for you- maybe it was the way you looked, how you reminded him of someone he used to be sweet on. But he still shoves those feelings down and tries to ignore his affection. He doesn't like you. He can't like you. He needs things to be the same. Detached and cold in order to keep himself safe. 

But eventually, he breaks. It could be anything. A look. A simple word. Or maybe it's something inside him that just snapped. He can't let go now. He's like a dog with a bone. Good luck escaping now…

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Robin

You and him are just friends! He swears. When you were kids your wholesome friendship was constantly being threatened by the outside world and quickly he realized that the only way to keep your attention and love was to be in danger. 

He doesn't have a constant need to be near you all the time at all! He doesn't miss sleepovers with you or how you two would share snacks you snuck in. he doesn't remember proposing to you as kids and he doesn't dream about a life with you every night! And when that makes him nauseous he definitely doesn't sneak into your room to feel you up. he's just your best friend! 

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Whitney

At first, you're just a nobody. Someone Whitney can see using for stress relief in the future. And that works out pretty well. Until he loses his taste for his usual hookups as well. He doesn't fully understand it. you're basically nothing to him and yet you're on his mind all the time. he's panicked and sick thinking about it.

He finally decides that it's enough. If he can't have you no one can and he's willing to force you into it if necessary 

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Eden

You are his wife. 

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Kylar

Love at first sight? Obsessed with a parental love hell never be able to experience again? Souls intertwined together in a mix of fate and destiny that could determine the fate of the world as we know it? 

Who knows. 

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Avery

Pretty sure he started out wanting something pretty. And you were the prettiest one! Scooped you up and offered you money to entice you. But it's probably the way you look at him during those parties. He wishes it was real. Everyone knows it's fake. He, you, the guests even the hosts know that his dates are just escorts he pays for. But something in Avery needs you to like him back. 

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Alex

Pretty sure puppy love is how it starts. you're helpful and perfect and he wants you around forever. Eventually, he begins to want a life with you. And everything with you. He wants sad days. And tired mornings. Lazy weekends and beers on Fridays. 

It gets to the point where Alex would sacrifice anything for you. His farm. The people he knows. Even his life if you promise to stay just one more night. 

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Sydney

Sydney thinks there's something special about you. He doesn't know what, he loves it though and it's instant. it's intoxicating. Every time you touch him it's like a shock. it's not long before Sydney starts wanting to keep you away from the world—his angel. 

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Harper

Harper is a big fan of you. you're like the perfect doll. Easy to manipulate. Always so calm in his presence. it's nice of you to trust him so much. And soon enough harper starts sizing up a dog crate with your name on it. 

Harper thinks you'd be perfect to keep. And he intends too

[moonsaver]

Ough. Cant describe how much i love yanderes. The devoted ones. The wimpy pathetic ones. The sadistic ones. The cruel stoic ones. The reasonable but still insane ones. The stuffy, overprotective, overflowing with love ones, the ones who manage to weave themselves into every discreet tendril of your life, pulling the tender strings enough to keep you where they want, either getting rid of your foes to make your life easier or making it harder so you turn to them instead. The yanderes who stuff you so full of love, its suffocating. The yanderes who act so normal on the outside but are so insane about you deep down; screaming inside at every opportunity of a minimal contact – hands grazing, eye contact across a room, borrowed things, close proximity in public areas. The ones who spoil you rotten then immediately pull the carpet from under your feet demanding "repayment". Or they don't; theyre just so glad to see you get the things you've always deserved and wanted. Yanderes who keep you snug and locked up, using silk because they can't risk any little skin breaching on you from the rough ropes..

Just yanderes. Man.

[lilacxquartz]

Those Late Summer Nights I Chapter 11

satoru gojo x f!reader × suguru geto

plot: you moved to tokyo over the summer to take a teaching job. as you get settled in, you find yourself entangled in a toxic dynamic.

chapter summary: both you and satoru have an assigned course together because you’ll be likely working together. suguru in the meantime struggles to maintain his jealousy.

warnings: noncon touching

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11. Chemistry

The next day, Suguru tried to do everything right by you under the impression that if he didn’t, that it would all go wrong for him.

He returned you back home to the apartment in one piece, confirming with you at least a dozen times that you understood exactly what happened between the two of you last night.

In truth, you didn’t really know how to feel just yet. The situation still felt forced at best simply due to how intoxicated you were when he started to make a move on you but at the same time, you weren’t sure how to leave such a position.

It wasn’t like he was holding you hostage, but he did keep you on his radar, ensuring that you could never stray too far away from him.

So could you really leave…?

You debated telling Shoko when you were back home, but your heart pitted in your stomach whenever you tried to do so. You hated yourself the whole time that you couldn’t tell her a single thing, hindered by your own… What even was it? Embarrassment? Shame? Disgust?

It must have been everything all at once.

And then finally, a distraction came. Something to help you take your mind off of things; the whole reason that you came here in the first place.

At some point during the next week, you had to attend the campus along with Satoru to go over some type of integral planning as you were both to be overseeing one student in particular that the college believed could be helped better with two role models rather than just the one alone.

Suguru wasn’t particularly thrilled about such a prospect, but he kept his feelings well hidden now that he believed to have established at least something with you and attended the college too, claiming it was for moral support.

You on the other hand didn’t think too much about the work event at all, struggling instead to keep up with Satoru who already left you feeling intimidated in the classroom despite you both being equals, supposedly.

It didn’t help that he enjoyed bragging about his abilities, either, explaining the full extent of his capabilities in extensive detail.

Your own technique paled in comparison and you were acceptable at best in direct combat, as you initially studied to become more so a support sorcerer rather than one that dishes out continuous damage.

Such festering self-doubt left you wondering for a hot second what you were doing here to begin with, but it all quickly subsided when you understood that you were chosen for a reason, so you shouldn’t let it get to you too much.

Your technique wasn’t even that bad to begin with; essentially possessing a shield bubble of sorts that both slowed and reduced damage, protecting anyone within a certain radius. The only kicker was that you had to remain close to the targets, or else the technique would wane.

Your old teacher back in the day encouraged for you to get better at combat, pointing out that it would only further enhance your potential but you never quite got the opportunity to learn such things, so you worked with what you had, happy to talk about it as needed.

Suguru continued to linger by the classroom in his attempted claim of moral support, when in reality he was making sure that Satoru kept things strictly professional.

His looming observation was quickly drawn to a halt however, as Yaga soon requested his attention for something important and it wasn’t as though he could deny the man, so he left for the time being.

By the time he was done however, both you and Satoru were nowhere to be found on the campus and that was a thought that didn’t sit right with him at all.

In the beginning stupor of his own self sabotaging jealousy, he sent to you a text:

“Where are you?”

“Satoru sponsoring after work meal,” was what you replied back with, thinking that it would be fine because it was just a thing between coworkers, especially since you had long moved on from Satoru’s kiss.

You didn’t know why you were entertaining something casual with Suguru though, something as friendly as texting him after what he had done to you. Guiltily your mind kept drifting back to what he kept telling you, feeling some sort of unwanted comfort after what he forced on you.

Why did you feel that way…?

Suguru meanwhile stirred at that response because you didn’t know Satoru the same way as he did; you didn’t know that he used to serial date and would often talk about who he picked up, how he picked them up—you hadn’t the faintest clue what Satoru was actually capable of which was precisely what he tried so hard to keep you far away from.

Of course this all had to happen when he was genuinely interested in someone for a change, feeling his resentment boil and bubble away.

Choosing to trust you despite disliking the situation, he left it at something passive aggressive instead:

“Where?” he texted back after a moment.

With no response, he sent something again, “Is your phone on silent again?”

Suguru stared blankly at the screen with no incoming responses, but tried to trust you in the end. As far as you were both aware, you were involved with him, so maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“Have fun,” he finally settled on, ending on a passive aggressive text.

It wasn’t as though he wanted for you to have a bad time, but…

He also wasn’t happy that you never at least let him know, feeling entitled to every single thing that you did, unsure as to why he even felt that way.

In the meanwhile, you remained blissfully unaware as you finished up the contents of your meal, hoping for it to keep you full for long. You wanted to avoid cooking tonight if you could help it, needing a dire recharge after today as well as what had been happening for weeks prior.

Satoru walked you back home after, trying to keep his arm wrapped around your waist to which you moved away from—feeling a little conflicted as you still had that other thing going on.

You didn’t understand if you were now involved with Suguru or not, but regardless, it felt strange to give into even what could have been platonic touch from Satoru because of how messy it all was. You didn’t want for something like that to repeat again with someone else, so you attempted to reject as many times as you had to—to at least get the message across.

Satoru retracted his hand, feeling annoyed for a change but he couldn’t quite figure out why. It all started going wrong for him from the moment he saw Suguru interact with you when you were back home at Shoko’s.

He wasn’t the jealous type at all, but just like Suguru, just like you, he felt confused.

So when he returned his hand around your shoulder this time, to a safe and friendly location, only for you to push him away, he lost it just a little.

“Really?” he asked, his mask slipping off just a little so that you could see the fire behind his otherwise serene blue eyes.

“I-I just don’t really like being touched like that,” you replied, continuing to attempt the effort of setting boundaries.

The entire reason you got into the whole other mess was because you didn’t set up enough of those to begin with.

Satoru sulked a little as he tanked the rejection, feeling his pride take a hit as well. He wanted to point out to you that Suguru had been getting very touchy with you lately but you hadn’t been complaining about that at all, but that’s when he finally made the connection that you two must have been closer than he had originally thought.

Staying silent for a moment longer, he quickly pieced everything together as he understood why both of you were acting so weird lately.

As such, he extracted one final response from you, moving his hand around your back as he then studied your reaction to his touch next.

“Stop,” you replied, your voice a lot firmer.

“Ah, it’s okay, I’m sorry,” Satoru replied as he feigned a smile again; a strained laugh escaping through his lips, as though he wasn’t bothered at all, “I’m just so used to doing this with everyone, I didn’t even think it was making you uncomfortable.”

You didn’t want to make this a whole big deal so you tried to be reasonable within your response too.

“It’s… okay,” you replied in a drawn out way, however, not quite buying his excuse.

You learned that over the past month or so exactly what type of person he was, so you were quickly growing cautious around him as well as people like him. Men who were a little too friendly, a little too flirty. You could trust him to keep a dark secret, but you couldn’t quite trust him to respect your boundaries all the way.

“Look, I’m sorry, [name],” he said as he kept his hands to himself now, “I need to be somewhere else anyway, so I’ll let you go back by yourself now, you’ll be fine right?”

“I-I think so…?” you replied, looking over at the road ahead, it was empty where you were but the streets were for the most part lit up, except in some areas.

It was quite late by now but you were certain that you would be alright. Your apartment wasn’t too far away from this street and it was a relatively short walk away.

You walked down the remainder of the road in silence, taking your phone out to consider texting back Suguru’s vague message but you weren’t really sure how to do so.

You sighed as you pocketed it for now, feeling assured by the building standing tall in the near distance. Soon enough you’d be back in bed and you’d be fast asleep, so maybe you could think about all of this with more clarity if you were in a better state of mind.

As you found yourself lost deep in your thoughts however, you didn’t have time realise nor even react to someone sneaking up right behind you and pushing your chest right against the wall of a nearby alley way, so poorly lit and off to the side in the dead of night.

You tried to move back just a little but your back was so tightly pressed against this person that you couldn’t move nor turn a single inch. It was dim and you couldn’t quite see who it was, your remaining senses clinging onto the smell of a distinctive cologne.

They were stronger than you, you could tell that much. They also had quicker reflexes than you, not giving you enough wiggle room to readjust yourself as you had so desperately wanted to do so.

The man’s hands roamed around your neck to keep your head turned against the wall, the other hand retreating slowly as it worked its way down to your hip, slipping right below the fabric of your top and copping a feel of your breasts.

You froze as this happened for a moment before trying to put up a further fight. You managed to annoy the person in question in doing so as he promptly reacted by slamming the front of your body against the wall as your body soaked up the remainder of the damage.

It was then that you could hear a whispered ‘oops’ slip out. It sounded almost familiar, but your fear was clouding all reason.

This sort of hold on your body went on for more than you liked, the man’s hands brushing against your body with just a little more care now. His knee moved in between your legs as he kept you in place with his thigh, his face moving in closer to where your neck and shoulders met.

You could feel as this quickly excited him, a certain region of him growing harder as he pressed up against your body. His hands continued to explore you and just as he got even a little bit further, he pulled away.

“Next time, I’m not letting you go,” he whispered as he trailed off.

You couldn’t quite move your body but he slowly dislodged himself from the tight hold he had you in, taking a step away and leaving you alone as his footsteps quickly disappeared down the road.

By the time you turned around, he was already gone and you were alone.

Your mind fully went blank as you walked yourself back home on autopilot, barely noticing that there was anyone in the living room just hanging out casually. Shoko and Suguru both watched some type of reality show on the television but you barely had any time to register either of them.

Instead, you dropped your bag at the door and very calmly took your shoes off at the entrance, walking quietly into the bathroom. Flipping on the lights, you could see that your face looked to be in a pretty rough state; your lip was busted, your cheeks were raw and bleeding with dust from the brick wall hanging near your eyelashes and brows.

Not to mention the state of your outfit, slightly torn and not sitting right on your body.

You were starting to feel violently ill as you started to process what almost happened to you and also what did happen to you.

In realisation of this, you locked the door to the bathroom as you simply just needed some time to figure this all out. You ran the water from the faucet and washed your face up as much as you could, but it didn’t quite hide the damage.

The knock that followed on the door didn’t help your situation either.

You didn’t want to be seen in this kind of way.

You could hear some sort of squabbling behind the door, some shuffling and finally silence that followed.

“Just, let me do the talking,” you could finally make out. It sounded like Shoko’s voice.

You talked yourself into opening up the door and facing them sooner than never, just to simply get this all over with.

As soon as Shoko took even one look at you, she stepped right past you in complete silence to get the first aid kit from the bathroom. The damage seemed minimal enough thankfully that she didn’t have to use her technique, but she still felt that she needed to treat you.

Suguru in the meantime stared at your face as something snapped internally within him. He wanted to ask you about it but he also didn’t want to upset you, knowing just how you were about… anything really.

The last person he left you with was Satoru, but he confirmed with him that he was on his way home leaving you nearby outside of the apartment.

(Unless…?)

He stayed silent as Shoko treated you; washing up your face a little better and disinfecting what needed to be. He also noticed that your body looked roughed up and that your clothes didn’t sit quite right on your frame and to put it lightly, he didn’t like this particular feeling that he was feeling right now.

“What happened?” he finally ended up asking as soon as you seemed just a little calmer. He wasn’t going to press you in front of Shoko even if he did want to know more.

“I, uh,” you replied blankly as you stared right past him, clearing your throat as you tried to explain it properly, “I was almost back but someone dragged me into the alley across the street.”

Both of them could take a wild guess at what followed and Shoko remained quiet, knowing that this might be a sensitive topic. She would have usually replied asking if you kicked the guy where it hurt, but something felt more serious about this situation.

Suguru on the other hand couldn’t quite shake off a certain suspicion out of his mind. The timing was too perfect and it bothered him. He was feeling some responsibility for what had happened and felt some degree of possessiveness that he couldn’t quite explain as his mind spiralled at the thought of you being touched by someone else—even if it wasn’t your fault.

He hated himself for thinking this way.

“Did you see what he looked like?” he asked you, allowing to spare the intricate details of what exactly the person did, he would get those later, one way or another.

“He wouldn’t let me get a look at him,” you said as you shook your head in response, Shoko trying her best to keep your chin in place as she treated you.

“Anything else that might hurt?” she asked you.

“My shoulder—collarbone area,” you said as you felt soreness radiate from that particular area, “my chest… too.”

“Can I take a look?”

“Go ahead.”

She considered asking Suguru to step outside for a moment but you didn’t seem that uncomfortable with him being there (in your mind, you simply just didn’t see how it could all get worse and you blanked), so she guessed that something must have gone on between the two of you at some point. She didn’t really care as it wasn’t her place to pry, she only teased you about Satoru because it was so obvious with what he tried to do.

She did however make sure that you were wearing a camisole or some type of bra underneath before proceeding onwards just in case Satoru came in through the door or something. Had you worn nothing below your clothes, she would have worked around it.

Your clavicle area and your shoulders were indeed bruised with some red hand marks that could be seen around the top exposed area of your breasts, leading down into the cup of your bra. Towards your stomach, some bruising was also visible.

“Can you get a towel and a bag of something from the freezer?” she instructed Suguru, noticing his tense expression.

He nodded along, stepping quickly into the bathroom to grab a random towel and then off into the kitchen area to grab a bag of frozen vegetables, wrapping the towel tight around it before giving it back to Shoko.

She pressed the cold towel around the more serious looking bruises, moving your hands to keep the pack in place.

Suguru was boiling away as this all unfolded, not really saying anything anything just yet. It took him a lot of self restraint to not say or do something he shouldn’t in front of Shoko, but both his jealousy as well as his guilt was starting to reach an apex.

He partially blamed Satoru for this because it happened not too long after he left, if he even left at all. Besides that, he should have been less petty with the text he sent you and made more of an effort to retrieve you because if he caught up to you, then this wouldn’t have happened.

“Are you okay?” Shoko asked after a while now that everything looked to be in order with you.

“Yeah, I mean, I guess…” you replied, your words trailing off, “I mean nothing actually ended up happening but the idea that I wasn’t able to do anything at all is messing me up.”

“It shouldn’t have happened at all, in either way or form,” Shoko continued to validate you, “but, you’re also safe here now and we’ll do our best to make you feel that way, right?”

“Right,” Suguru nodded along, feeling a little intimidated from Shoko’s glare. She was right, he should be making you feel safe now that you were away from the attacker, but something within him also stirred that shouldn’t.

It felt almost like an insult, as if it was bad karma for trying to take things too slowly with you.

Something in his mind permanently changed beyond at that point, he knew that he had to do something to change this.

He knew that he had to make you rightfully his, because he’s not going to share.

Not this time.

Not ever.

[lilacskyly]

Honored Ones: Yandere Satoru Gojo x Reader

(This might be bad idk :,> not that proud of it)

Throughout Heaven and the Earth, he  is the honored one. 

Then what does that make you?

“Oh goddess~ You aren’t hiding from me, are you?” you heard Satoru Gojo coo as his steps echoed throughout the abandoned building. You covered your mouth, trying your best to cover your shaky breath. “You can’t hide from me forever~ You know we’re bound… right goddess?” You heard him laugh and then a chain rattled. You froze, staring at your wrist to see the spirit bind chain that was shackled to your wrist. “Stop fighting me. You already know I can sense you… right?” he questioned. Tears fell out of your eyes just as Gojo teleported in front of you. “Found you~”

You jumped before he covered your mouth. He put a finger to his lips, “Sssshhh my dear…. Ssshh… I’m here… those special grade curses are gone… there’s no need to cry!” He smiled for you before planting a small kiss on your forehead. If you didn’t know better, he would’ve just been his normal self. But, after you saw him kill those curses and some of his fellow jujutsu sorcerers for ‘getting in the way’, you knew you couldn’t trust his smile.

“S-satoru…”

His smile only grew upon hearing his name come from your lips. God.. those perfect lips of yours. He was practically salivating.

He snapped himself out of his thoughts. “Yes my goddess?”

“W-where are the others?” you asked.

“The others? Oh… you mean the pests. They're gone now. They can't bother us now~” he whispered in your ear. “You cryin’? It's okay my goddess… you're safe now.” 

He took your hand in his and lifted you off the ground. Despite your fear of him, you hugged him and started crying even more. He engulfed you in a hug as well. “Never do that again.” he said, getting scarily serious for once.

“I-I won’t! I swear I won’t!” you cried. He knew better than to take your word for that.

He sighed, “Let’s go home goddess. You’ve had a long day..”

You couldn’t track how long it took you to get to his place. Time always seemed to mush together when you were with him. You couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not. Gojo locked the door behind you two when you entered his place. He collapsed on the sofa, pulling on the spirit bind chain to get you to come over. 

“Y’know goddess, I never imagined being this close to you…” he started. “After all, you’re barely a jujutsu sorcerer my dear… it’s a miracle we even met.”

“... y-yeah… I-I’m sorry, I’m really weak..” you said, looking down at his hands. 

He shook his head. “Stop lying to yourself. You may not be as strong as you want… but soon enough you will be.”

“H-how?”

“I’ve been hinting at a surprise haven’t I? I think it’s about time I finally reveal it.” he smiled softly at you.

You tilted your head, confusion spread across your face. “W-what do you mean?”

“You’re almost entirely mine, my precious goddess~ Did you figure out what I’ve been doing yet?” he asked innocently. 

Wait. He didn’t.. He fucking wouldn’t.

He smiled after seeing your expression. “You’ve figured it haven’t you? You’re so smart my goddess! I’ve been putting drops of my blood into your food I’ve prepared for you… and you know how your cursed technique works.. Right?”

Of course you did! You weren’t stupid.. Were you?

“Your cursed technique isn’t very practical… at least for you. You have to quite literally consume a part of a person to gain their strength. But but but! If you ingest too much, your life becomes officially theirs to control. It’s funny really.. You get stronger but you become less and less you the more you do so!”

“G-gojo… w-what..?”

“Look my goddess… I know someone as holy as you could never be mine… so, I’m taking fate into my own hands. We will be together now, forever. No matter what you do, you won’t be able to die as long as I’m alive. You can’t even escape me in death. We’re bound, remember goddess? You’ve sealed your fate the very moment you agreed to this.” He grabbed your wrist, showing the spirit bind you two established. You both had to ingest some of each other's blood to even establish it. You just wanted to be stronger… to be protected by someone…

You should’ve died to those curses in that building earlier.

Before you knew it, Gojo tore at his wrist till it bled heavily. He held it up for you to drink his blood. He chuckled as you looked at him in horror. “H-how… how long have you..”

“Oh, since we made the pact. I’ve had my sight on you for quite a while my dear.” he said nonchalantly. “Now, drink up. Haven’t got all night.”

You shook your head causing him to laugh loudly. “Seriously? You’re still being stubborn? You really don’t get it dear… you’re mine.” His blue eyes pierced your own, seeming to tear into your brain. “Now, drink.”

Your body moved without you as you downed his blood. The taste was repulsive, you hated doing this. Gojo however seemed to be enjoying it as he petted your hair muttering ‘good girl’ every now and again. He pushed you away after some time. “Now now dear, we don’t want to suck me completely dry, do we?” he teased.

“Mhm…” was all you managed to say.

“Y’know… the pact is fully made now, right? Ha! How funny! I can literally control you now!” he laughed lightly. “We can claim this world as ours… and ours alone. After all, we’re gods… together we are the honored one…”

He pulled on the now fully materialized chain around both your wrists and hummed cheerfully. 

“Let’s go have some fun, shall we?” 

[simpleskull200]

Someone please tell me that there's a Yandere Sun and/or moon who's obsessed with a Y/N that is just as unhinged as they are. Like, just once give me a fic where Y/N is just thrilled to have someone who would kill for them in a heartbeat.

Making them just as fucked up as Sun and Moon. Do you have any idea how funny it would be for them to exchange oddly morbid gifts that most people would find disturbing only for the three to find it sweet/romantic?

Could you not imagine a 7-8 foot tall killer robot bringing their unhinged little human love a dead mouse or bird as a gift the same way a cat does?

There is so much you could do with the concept and as fun as it is to see a Yandere Sun/Moon who don't get a happy ending it's even more entertaining to imagine three lovesick and obsessive murderers in some kind of dark comedy, romcom type deal.

If there is such a work feel free to comment or drop it in my ask box!!!

As always, please feel free to reblog as it helps more people who may be interested to find my posts.

[viviraptor-art]

cringetober day 11: yandere

gonna be honest, i'm not the biggest fan of the whole yandere thing, but i'd be remiss if i didn't at least give it a shot. enjoy it while you can

[ace-robot-has-matcha]

Kabrumisu yandere-esque fic idea where Mithrun is now motivated to do things only for the sake of Kabru, and Kabru doesn't really know how to feel about that. It's sweet, but is it really helpful in the long run? Both the characters must grapple with this.

Anyway I have a million other fics to get back to so I may not write this. Feel free to take it but please tag me when you're done.

[vaporvipermedia]

[My Opinion on Yandere Tropes]

I’m putting up a disclaimer so no one can misunderstand my words. I am not dissing anyone who writes Yandere tropes like how I present nor do I think of them any less when portraying canon characters this way. If anything, I find this concept interesting and believe some improvements can make said stories fascinating and less predictable with the trope used. ALSO! Just because I read some Yandere fics, does not mean that I agree or condone any of the actions written in these narratives. Thank you for understanding.

Now for opinion time!

  After reading my fair share of Yandere fanfiction, I’ve always found most actions done by the characters inside of these stories becoming either extremely predictable or doing something out of left field to the point where they act like a different character entirely.

  Yes, some may contest that this archetype can change how a character acts. Sure, that is the case but that doesn’t mean that their personality and characteristics should be put on hold. They’re still human no matter if they’re sickly in love or not.

  Some writings don’t have any nuance with the Yandere trope and just go the simple route with it. Adding depth and context to Yandere’s mindset can bring out your work for the better! Think about how the characters would act in a situation where they’re sickly in love with someone instead of using cliché lines and scenes.

  Make them have some self-doubt in their actions to add some interest to your writings. Make it believable and thought-provoking when talking about the psyche of the “Yandere” in question.

And one character I’ve seen done a little bit dirty is a certain hunter with the Nicki Minaj Bob.

YES, I DID SEGWAY THIS SO I CAN TALK ABOUT MY VIEWS ON YANDERE! ROOK WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO!? NOTHING EXACTLY! Anyways…

I’ve only seen a few Yandere Rook fics but the ones that I have viewed just left me kind of baffled. Most of them involve hurting the person he’s interested in or putting them in dangerous situations while also trying to make it suggestive. Again no dissing anyone who writes him like this! But I am going to take this time to write down my opinion on Yandere Rook while also keeping parts of his personality. Because Rook has such good potential for a great Yandere fic and it’s kind of sad to see writers miss such an opportunity with him.

My View of Yandere Rook

If Rook was a Yandere, he definitely wouldn’t hurt the person he’s after. He sees the person as a beauty worth persevering only for his sight and benefit. Hurting his love would be like destroying the one thing he’s been desperate to seek his whole life. 

Contrary to popular belief, I don’t think Rook would go after people who simply talk to his partner. Sure he’ll be a little antsy at times when people get too friendly with the partner in question. But, all he would do is just stare them down after they leave. And to combat this he’d take his partner to places around the college. Rambling about his love for them, serenading them or just giving them affection. He does anything he can to make sure that the person he’s in love with only focuses on him and the scenery around them.

But if someone DOES try to pursue his lover. Then he’s going to have a problem. He’ll go up to them as casually as possible trying to strike up a “nice” conversation. 

Potential Dialogue and Use of Tactics Rook uses 

“Say I’ve been hearing from the grapevine that you’re in pursuit of the lovely trickster. Is that so?” He says this knowing the answer already.

Becoming even more dramatic saying:

“I’m so sorry to tell you this, but they’re currently in a relationship. It would be a pity if their partner were to hear about this…they aren’t very forgiving when it comes to their love.”

He does it to scare them at first. But if they aren’t persuaded he drops the act entirely. “I tried to warn you. Tête de noeud…you just wouldn’t listen would you? Still trying to go after my love even after knowing they were together with me. Do you seriously think they would be with you?  What a horrible joke…they would never fall for a fool like you. If you value your life please do the smart option and leave them out of that small dense brain do yours.”

“Oh my! My temper was far too wild! Please accept my humble apology. I’m sure you won’t make the same mistake twice…right?” And then leave them to their devices.

In simple words instead of killing off or injuring people, Rook strikes fear into their hearts to ensure they don’t come near his lover. He isn’t an outright killer but he’s great at making people think that he might kill them. Only using empty threats to get the job done. Keeping them on their feet and letting them overthink whatever might happen to them. Making them crumble under their fear.

Conclusion

The moral of this long opinion piece is that Yandere tropes can be used to make eye-opening fan works. Doesn’t matter which fandom you’re in, TWST or not!

It’s up to you whether or not you decide to add nuance to said fanfiction. That’s all I wanted to say! Thank you for reading all the way through. I hope my points were understandable.

ANOTHER THING! I’m not saying that I’m a better writer! Trust me I have a long way to go. I just wanted to talk about what I’ve been noticing lately in this genre and give people ideas for their possible fics. That’s it. Now I’m done.🫶

[hot-take-tournament]

Yanderes aren't for everyone, so I've included a content warning.

HOT TAKE TOURNAMENT!

PRELIMINARY #223

Submission 720

yanderes are good, actually

i know for a fact this is hot because the inverse take was validated earlier. but i'm also gonna justify it just because.

the yandere trope is good and cool. people bash it for being a glorification of abuse or "toxic" or basically... bizarre and disturbing. but have you ever stopped to consider consensual yandere tropes? because the problem isn't ACTUALLY the "yandere" behavior, it's that in "classical" yandere media, it's portrayed as unwanted or frightening to the recipient. the problem is that it's portrayed as unconsenting. but that isn't a problem that's UNIQUE to the yandere genre.

whereas, if you were to consider a consensual yandere relationship...

what if the recipient WANTED someone to be a little obsessive, controlling, devoted to them? what if, in all their devotion, the yandere LISTENED to feedback and catered to their partner's wants and needs? what if "yandere" is simply a trope designed for the weird, the broken, the overinvested, the traumatized? what if to be loved possessively is not a sign of abuse, but a metric of security? what if a yandere is simply a person who is too broken to be well adjusted to the conventional levels at which society expects them to love? what if that love is so WARPED by their lived experience that it appears bizarre and shocking and frightening to the public, but warm and intense and unrelenting, unyielding and securely present, to its recipient? what if, such a person could exist, that would only feel at ease with such a devoted and intense form of love? what then? what if being a yandere were about jealousy and selfishness and possessiveness and control, but moreover, about devotion and care and dedication and conviction to never leave, to care deeply and passionately even when it doesn't seem acceptable, to love in a way that feels safe and ensured.

the yandere trope represents intense and broken lovers and i unironically love it. i WILL die on this hill.

Can I... tell you a secret? It's kind of embarassing, so... keep it between us, okay? I said this poll was for everyone, but really, it was only for you... so I hope you liked it!

Maybe this is a little too forward, but I'd love it if you posted propaganda! B-but you don't have to, if you don't want to! Just being seen by you, being able to be near you... that would be enough... for now, that's enough...

And it's okay for you to reblog our favourite polls for exposure... it feels weird sharing our special things, having everyone see my love for you... but it makes me happy! I want them to know - to know that you're mine... But if you don't reblog them, that makes me happy too! It's like I get to keep you all to myself...

[RESPONSES TO THE ORIGINAL TAKE BELOW]

[dreamy-melody]

🍰🦴🎀🍰🦴🎀🍰🦴🎀🍰🦴🎀🍰🦴🎀 ꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷ made this while listening to suki suki daisuki ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

[digenerate-trash]

Ok but how about yan dol with a forgiven fallen angel pc. PC doesnt act so sad anymore but definitely depressed and is more distant then before when they use to be so warm. Also im taking this from a headcanon from another guy about forgiven fallen angels but PC acts more agressive and lashes out. They have this new bloodthirst in them that wasnt there before and seems to be wanting to get into encounters jusy so they can hit people.

Obsession | TW Yandere | TW Rape | TW suggestive

Bailey

Baley doesn't mind. Whether you're an angel. A demon or a dog. He doesn't care how aggressive you are or how divine the church thinks you are, you're property, and more importantly, you're his property. 

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Robin

He Is probably the reason you fell… feels bad about it and promises never to touch you again. He wants to make everything right and takes you lashing out at him with grace not wanting to cause any more hurt to you… 

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Whitney

doesn't like that you're still trying to be pure. He thought you gave up that crap the first time he violated you. he's not going to go through your purity shit again he doesn't have the time or the patience

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Eden

doesn't care. The more aggressive you are the more training you need though. And ripping your feathers out makes a noise that he really enjoys. 

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Kylar

Loves everything about you! Even when you're yelling at him! He loves your wings too and spends hours cleaning and preening them. He wants to make sure you're perfect no matter what path you're going down. Whether you're the angel of the church or just a heathen like him. 

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Avery

Devastated when you feel. You no longer made the perfect arm candy. He distanced himself a lot only calling you for... Unsavory reasons. But now that you're back to being a perfect angel he's caring again. Besides some backhanded comments about how you looked better before you fell. 

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Alex

It didn't matter if you were an angel or anything before. But you're emotional state is causing him stress. He just wants to be with you. But you're more distant and aggressive… it's hard for him to get close to you. But he's not going to give up either 

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Sydney

he's the weirdest about it. Touching your wings praising you. Taking you to the church and showing you off. Brags about your redemption and tells everyone he plans to be as pure as you. Prayers every night. Looks like a kicked puppy when you lash out at him and begs you to forgive him 

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Harper

he's going to study you. No matter what form you are in. confined to the hospital. Never to be seen again by the outside world 

Will also give you a little kiss. No matter how aggressive you are. 

[moonsaver]

I personally didn't want to speak up on the rounds of posts against dark content, mainly because I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, and that there's always going to be some or the other person that's not going to approve of it, which is fine as long as authors aren't harassed over their works. I hope all of us can remember this exerpt from Lin-Manuel Miranda, however;

[lilacxquartz]

Don't Make Me Feel Alive I Chapter 6

kenjaku x f!reader

chapter summary: giving into a curiosity he could no longer ignore, he took his chance with you.

warnings: noncon, manga spoilers

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6. Blur

It was strange, but as Kenjaku completed the night by your side, he couldn’t help but get quite distracted. His mind raced with a one track thought as body ached with carnal curiosity. Even now, his memories were fresh with the curve of your body, frustrated with the decision to halt his exploration.

Logic aside, he was still a human; both born as one and even now, even after so many bodies still just a person. As a result, he knew it himself that such longing primal need was going to hinder his own cause.

Such a distraction led him to wonder if this was his own mind’s doing or if this was the fault of his vessel, wondering if his body might have liked something about you—ultimately deciding on the latter. Thinking back to how he acted in Kaori, there was an interest there with Jin but that was based off a pre-established relationship and also because he had to do so. As far as he knew, you had no idea who his current vessel was, so that left behind one explanation.

It was surely odd to him though as he settled on the thought.

Why… you?

He continued to plant his gaze on you as he watched you wake up, taking in everything you did and as you came around; his sights focused on how you stretched as well as how the amulet stabilised, concluding it was probably safe for him to continue.

As you continued to awaken, you felt his eyes on you without even needing to turn around to face him. It was an instinctual sort of feeling as a wave of dread washed over you and upon turning to look at him—you flinched, his eyes blank and fully devoid of a soul yet so ablaze with something you couldn’t comprehend.

Your body continued to tighten as he moved closer towards you and his intentions had finally surfaced.

(He wanted to enjoy this, to take it slow—to feed and savour your fear.)

“W-wait-“ you stammered, instantly recoiling at the prospect of him leaning closer.

Something felt wrong.

It felt as though you were being cornered.

“—Relax,” Kenjaku purred, pausing for just a moment as he leaned over you and then got up from the bed, finding your sinking reaction delicious, “just… sit up and stay still so I can inspect something.”

You reluctantly did so, feeling your breathing shudder, “T-that’s all?”

His expression remained cold and unchanged, not offering a single shred of warmth nor comfort as he instead simply nodded, closing the gap with his touch. You flinched again as his hands now pressed against your shoulders, pulling you ever so slightly towards him as he loomed over you.

You continued to shudder in growing discomfort as he disguised his intentions with you temporarily; his touch proving to feel invasive as he brushed his hands down your arms, daring to explore your waist again as well as your back and stomach, taking every passing second to memorise every single detail that he liked.

“Does this hurt?” he asked you, feigning care while also trying to get a handle on what exactly your condition took from you.

Not that he would go any easier on you.

“N-no,” you shakily replied, still frozen from what he seemed to be doing to you, “b-but I am, I-uh, I am uncomfortable so if you could please b-back awa-“

“—Relax,” he simply repeated himself, gently shushing your protests as you quietly begged him to stop. He was going to have his needs answered either way, whether you wanted for him to do so or not—so ultimately, your reluctance meant absolutely nothing to him.

You continued to feel increasingly uneasy as he moved gradually inwards, his body parking itself right in front of you. His frame towered over where you sat as he lowered himself ever so slightly to part your legs, standing dangerously close to you in a way that you didn’t like at all.

In an attempt to displace him, you tried to push him back but he didn’t budge at all, continuing to instead cage you in as he savoured the thought of what he was finally about to give into doing. His expression turned hungry, his body almost feeling as though it had to feed to sate the burning need.

(Oh, how he longed to devour you.)

When he didn’t move away, you tried to instead move back, finding that to your continued dismay that he didn’t let you—returning his hand to your shoulder, locking you into place, determining that once he knew you felt fully trapped, that it was then that it was finally time to make a move.

His hand continued to loiter around your shoulder, pushing you back down onto the mattress as you tried to resist. His own body didn’t so much as break a sweat while you strained yourself. His leg positioned itself right in between you, half kneeling onto the mattress as he continued his pursuit.

“H-hey, w-w-w-wait,” you tried to say but he didn’t reply. His intentions however were very telling and you didn’t even have to ask what he was doing at this point.

Kenjaku’s hands continued to move over your body, sliding beneath your top to move over your bare stomach; fingertips slipping to take hold of your breasts and fingers tweezing around your budding nipples. His calloused palms rubbed rough against your contrasting supple skin, squeezing and kneading however he pleased.

He pulled your wrists above your head, fastening them quickly into place with a rope of some sort he snatched from the nearby workstation, keeping you secured into place. Too much of a struggle would have worn you out and he wanted you to savour what he was about to put you through. The bindings were tight as a result.

“S-stop,” you tried to say despite his touch persisting, quickly understanding that your words were falling onto selectively deaf ears instead.

He next moved his focus towards your trousers, unbuttoning and then unzipping the pair, slipping the fabric off of your hips. He parted with his own clothes after, dropping them off to the side as he revealed his taut yet muscular frame.

You continued to remain helpless despite your continued vocal protests and physical attempts to keep him away, but as he moved to bend your knees up slightly and spread your legs even more, you knew that it was already too late.

You couldn’t do a single thing as he positioned himself over your now exposed heat, radiating such warmth that tempted him inside. Your underwear was snatched off in an instant, practically torn away from your hips.

He pressed the tip of his throbbing cock just over your entrance, pushing in slowly—filling your walls with his length and finally plunging inside. You grunted on the impact as you reluctantly took him in; your thighs clenching as he kept them forcefully spread apart.

Feeling you squirm and writhe as your body continued to resist him, he moved forward to fulfil his hunger. His hips rolled fluidly as he found his preferred rhythm; something that bordered on painful as he continued to slam himself inside. Your hips slowly bruised as his touch continued to tighten—holding onto the spots he liked for stability, pounding you into complete submission.

As he continued to ram himself into you, he moved one hand slowly down from where he kept your arms above your head and down to your hair, grasping wherever he could and pulling as tight as possible without causing damage to your skin.

Such continued violent pursuit proved painful as his cock continued to impale you; his rough pace and the noises that you produced now sounded pained—higher pitched and almost whining—a melody that he found enjoyable for his ears, encouraging him to push himself harder, further, attempting to hit you as deep as he could just to hear you cry because of—or no, for him.

As you continued to surrender to such unbearable sensations, you involuntarily latched onto him as you attempted to seek comfort that he continued to refuse you. Instead enjoying the sight of you looking so desperate underneath him, your eyes full of tears that streamed down your face from his cause, just for him to see.

Something about this whole thing felt draining to you, as though the stress inflicted stole your energy in some sort of way. Your vocal cries and physical attempts to get him to stop did nothing more other than waste your efforts, knowing that he absolutely wouldn’t give into stopping at all.

Kenjaku relented as his thrusts grew gradually slower however more impactful, finally seeming close to his end as a coiling surge dared to fire up within him.

Speeding up a final time in an attempt to push the final shred of need he had, his building pleasure finally reached a crescendo, his own grunts sounding rough as he continued to bury himself in your core, finally emptying himself deep into your sex—feeling truly satisfied, so perfectly spent.

Yet he didn’t stop just yet, still continuing to push himself a little further. He felt as his load filled you up wanting nothing more than to completely milk himself into you.

However, he soon collapsed over you to collect his breath, feeling something strange that continued to fester. Despite his needs finally being met, something else continued to unravel passively that he couldn’t quite place his finger on.

Rolling off of you and allowing for you to have some space to breathe, he considered leaving you completely alone after he returned from getting up and cleaning his mess but for some reason chose not to give you even a second to yourself after.

Instead, he turned you slightly over to your side, pulling you back against his chest as he got back into bed, for some reason attempting to offer comfort as something within him continued to boil away—going as far as to even undo the bindings on your arms, his expression dampening slightly when he noticed just how red it rubbed against your flesh.

He didn’t understand why he was trying to do so though. He hadn’t really offered warmth like this to anyone else before.

At least not for a long time.

You initially attempted to push him back, actually craving space now that it was finally over, but he silently kept you in place—his hands roamed around your body in a different sort of way, now attempting to soothe, knowing fully well that whatever little trust he had worked with you to establish prior now crumbled away beyond repair.

But… he didn’t regret a single thing.

He never did.

Still, it was strange but as this peculiar emotion within him continued to manifest, he made the decision to keep you glued to his company in the long run; feeling somewhat conflicted at the possibility of you spending your time elsewhere.

In his mind, he categorised you as a secret project of sorts, something that he wanted to remain hidden even from his most trusted allies.

However, to some degree, he still didn’t like this feeling as it continued to prove distracting, wondering if it would be for the best to cut his losses right away rather than letting it grow more.

But he didn’t.

“Your turn,” he spoke, staring down at your body, still so freshly violated from his own touch.

You blinked at him, not knowing what he meant.

“Go clean up,” he clarified.

As much as he liked you sitting in bed uncomfortable and full of his load, he was the one who would be subjected to cleaning up the mess if it spilled.

It sure took a while for you to get up from the bed though, your mind numbing at what exactly had just happened to you. When you finally found the bathroom, you locked the door behind you and attempted to wash the still clinging sensation of him away; finding that no matter how hot or cold the water got, no matter how hard you scrubbed the feel of him away, that it all remained.

Even after drying yourself, you next emptied your stomach into the toilet nearby in a surge of nausea, prompting you to clean yourself up a second time.

Eventually when you reluctantly returned, knowing that your escape was already impossible, he presented you with a new set of clothes that he then, to your completely unwavering dismay, helped you get dressed into.

Such crippling dependence on him continued to feed some sort of hunger that still lurked deep in his mind as he watched you barely able to stand let alone do anything by yourself. Maybe he was turned on from your inability to survive without him and with all things considered, he concluded that this wasn’t the worst thing he had ever done.

Especially since in doing so, whether you viewed it as something positive or not; you were now safe with him.

One particular thing did gnaw at him though, realising that your condition would likely continue to drag you down and in turn, him, too. It didn’t matter how much you spent training with him because your own sickness would prevail as the higher influence won each and every single time.

This led him to a bitter realisation that if you did get hurt outside of his prevention come autumn, that he would have to leave you behind either way; his plans taking priority no matter what.

But for now at least, he at least chose to not think about such things, having an idea to counter the potential issues tucked away deep in his mind.

For now he wanted to enjoy whatever it was that he was experiencing, finding it to be a luxury to sometimes just relax and give into his own humanity (or lack of it, in your eyes), whenever he had some time to spare.

He watched you succumb to the exhaustion that he caused this time around, feeling something conflicting stir within him once again. Just for the sake of it, he decided to take things easier for the remainder of the week to see how the energy retention and management would fare if you didn’t have to use it at all.

He could keep himself in check either way now that his burning curiosity was finally satisfied and even if you didn’t want it again later down the line, he could very easily just take it from you however many times he pleased.

But for now he wouldn’t.

Just to see if your condition would improve or not.

Not because he wanted for you to actually relax.

(Because that would mean that… he cared?)

(And he surely didn’t.)

[anitalenia]

𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡♡ PAIRING ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ diamond x fem!reader x heart

⋆˚✿˖° SYNOPSIS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒… 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔… ୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

⋆˙⟡♡ AUTHORS NOTE ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ I admit, this may not be my best writing but it’s not like it’s a fic so it’s okay. And this was inspired by Diamond and Heart from A Dimensional Tune, an og trilogy from way back in the day that I read many many years ago. I used to love that book and the brothers so much 😭 So there are a lot of similarities between them but the differences are also there. Enjoy !

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊���� 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 a pale pink smog; sparkly and sweet like raspberry lemonade. Every breath tickled your nose and left a lingering taste of sugar in the back of your throat. It made your lips grimace and nose crinkle, lungs swell full of whipped cream. The pink fog was vague despite its opaqueness, transparent enough for you to see the pink and black checkered ceiling above you.

You exhaled slowly like you didn’t recognize your own breathing, your chest aching and your throat scratchy and dry. It smelt of birthday cake and buttercream, and you found yourself liking the tantalizing aroma despite its malignant effect. But, you supposed, that was its purpose.

Your head felt heavy, like it was stuffed with cotton candy and confetti, hanging on your shoulders like a limp piñata. Your eyes were dizzy, the room spinning like marbles around and around and making your head ache and neck stiffen. But the air, it was sickly sweet, nauseatingly so; you felt like you were spinning in a candy cloud, choking on syrup and sprinkles.

Your eyes couldn’t focus on anything, too busy spinning and blurring as you felt your head lull to the side in a pathetic attempt to move it.

You sat in a chair, you didn’t know for sure but you had to be, your arms bound behind you tight enough you could feel the burn in your forearms, the scratchy feeling of rope digging into your wrists. Despite that, you felt weightless at the same time, numb, floating in mid air surrounded by that pink fog that made your thoughts muddle together, slow and messy like a dripping honey comb. Your mind seemed full of holes, unable to finish a word or thought, in and out of it like dotted lines, a pen running out of ink on parchment.

Where were you? You heard nothing except buzzing silence, your heart pounding in your ears but yet you felt entirely too calm.

You felt like there was nothing inside of you, like you were hollow. Hollow and light, a feather drifting in the breeze, bouncing on puffy pink clouds. Nothing seemed to ground you here, here, where you were surrounded by that pink mist that dazzled in your eyes like glitter, soaked into your pores and made drool pool in your cheek. You couldn’t think, couldn’t understand your own thought, your mind clogged like bitter molasses had leaked into every crevice of your skull; you swore you could feel your blood thickening up like sweet syrup, swimming through your veins like mud.

You managed to move your head again with as much focus as you could manage, a very faint groan leaving your lips. You looked to your right, where your blurry vision saw pink clouds and checkered walls.

What was this place?

You were barely aware of your own slow wheezy breaths, your dry lips parted and cracked. Your blurry eyes stared at the wall as your senses became overwhelmed with sweetness, like you were a frozen cherry being dipped in a pot of crystallized sugar; stuck and suffocating.

Your eyes closed when it became too hard to keep them open, but not before catching the faint orange glow of a rectangle on the wall, a faint click in your ears you couldn’t help but ignore.

You heard the echoing clack of shoes on the ground, your head limply spinning to your left as you inhaled a breath of sour sweetness. Were you moving your head? Was someone here? You couldn’t tell, unable to open your eyes or mutter a sentence. You only seemed to be aware within your own consciousness that something was not right and you were not supposed to be here. You couldn’t express that though, paralyzed like a moth in tree sap.

Someone had to be here, you could hear their shoes on the ground. You couldn’t even care, mind preoccupied with the image of candy canes and sugar cubes. You almost wanted to giggle, your chest fluffy feeling and euphoric. You didn’t feel bad, didn’t feel any pain, only something close to purity that made your body feel limp and empty, like your insides had been sucked out and replaced with air, a carcass floating endlessly into the stars.

It was a weird feeling, a happy feeling, but your inner mind knew it was a sickly sweet illusion.

“My, we’ve got quite the catch, my dear brother. Wouldn’t you agree?”

A voice. A male voice. Echoey and distant like he was speaking in a hollow church, ringing in your ears as you felt a gust of air swipe on your cheek; he must have walked past you, the undertones of vanilla and black cherry wafting into your nose. You liked it. The voice seemed to be close but way too far, however, you were way too out of it to try and really think about it, mind just as hazy as the room you were trapped in.

You heard the sound of soft giggles somewhere around you; it was chaotic sounding, but also happy and giddy, twinkling around you like the melancholic song of a broken music box. You could feel your skin crawl uncomfortably at the sound of it.

“Ahh yes, brother, of course. You’ve always had such an eye for beauty, Diamond. And this one… this one is quite exquisite.”

This was a different voice, cheerier sounding than the last one. It was closer than the other, you could tell. You felt something sharp brush against your cheek, the tingle of something deadly tracing your skin and making your face itch. Your eyes cracked open very thinly before closing again, seeing the flash of a red and pink blur, or was it just the fog? You couldn’t discern the difference between anything, inhaling another breath that made your body go numb like it was being flooded with Lidocaine. It was strangely addicting, blissful and deadly like a drug. Was this even real? Was this a dream?

“Mmm, yes, I do agree, Heart. She’s much prettier than the last ones. She’ll certainly be a fun little plaything… won’t you, my dear?”

You felt warm breath brush against your cheek, something soft running over the hair on your head. It made your spine tingle in alarm and intrigue. You weren’t able to act on it though, see anything around you, your mind empty like a floating balloon as all you could do was sit there, high on the pink fumes that sparkled around you. How were they not affected, whoever they were?

You heard a manic giggle again and the sound of shoes clacking on the floor excitedly.

“Yes, yes, our plaything! Oh, Diamond, I have such a good feeling about this one. I just know she’ll be a good plaything and entertain us properly, don’t you feel it, dear brother?”

Plaything? You? Brother? Diamond? Heart? Was that there names?

You were only catching bits and pieces of their confusing conversation, but it just raised more questions within you.

“Yes, Heart, I agree. Have patience though, brother. We must wait a little longer for our dear lady to wake.”

You couldn’t see, you weren’t even aware, but poor Heart pouted at his older brother, disappointed at that.

You felt something, a hand, caress your cheek like you were a fragile doll in a case, like you’d shatter to dust under his knuckles. His voice was soft when he spoke, levelheaded and almost condescending.

“Silly Heart, it seems you overdid the sugar bomb again. You always have such a bad habit of that, im afraid.”

“I do apologize for that, dear brother. A mistake if I’ve ever made one. But you know how difficult it is for me to control myself around such pretty things…”

You felt that same sharp feeling run down the plushness of your lips, like a knife caressing your skin. But the texture was soft and silky, possibly a glove.

“I just cant wait to play with her, Diamond, see how sweet her blood tastes on my tongue…”

His gloved hand ran down your jaw, slowly to your collarbone, his claws tickling your skin in its path until you felt it’s warmth leave your cold skin. You wanted to care but you couldn’t, desperately stuck in the effects of this pink smoke.

You heard a deep, happily malevolent chuckle.

“As I’ve said, patience, my dear brother. I assure you once our dear lady awakens we will have our playtime. For now, let us sip tea in the lounge as we wait.”

“Agreed, brother.”

You heard the sound of shoes clacking away from you, distant and echoey as another wave of sweet drowsiness flooded your marrow following a soft inhale.

You heard a click, yellow light washing over your closed eyes all of a sudden.

“After you, Diamond, I insist.”

“Why thank you, Heart.”

You heard a pair of footsteps leave the room, farther and farther until it was silence.

“Farewell for now, my dear lady. Oh, how I can’t wait…”

A giggle sounded once more, stuck and bouncing in your ears like a fly under a glass as you heard a footstep then another click, then nothing at all once more.

[channnel]

I feel like yandere groups are a bit underrated. Don't get me wrong- one singular yandere x reader is also good, but I feel like people underestimated the idea of not only escaping not one, not two, sometimes three, but a whole ass group that is simping over reader.

Bonus point, if the yandere group already has an established relationship and dynamics to each other, and the reader has to guess which people and/or pair are the dangerous and safe ones.

Extra bonus point, if the yandere group are villains.

[nothanksimsleepy]

Unpopular opinion, but...

I hate yanderes with a passion.

I don't hate the character architype, oh no.

What I hate are the fanfictions with one of the characters being a Yandere. Especially when it doesn't fit their character in the cannon.

A for instance, for you (because I've seen a weird amount of these): Can you POSSIBLY imagine a realistic instance in which ANY of the Haikyuu!! characters would commit murder because their s/o looked at someone else for five seconds?????

I CAN'T!!

Honestly, a Haikyuu!! fanfic isn't even what I'm mad about because I haven't read one since quarantine!!

No, what I'm mad about is the fact that when I look up a certain series (video game or animated, up to you to guess), ALL THE FANFICS ARE YANDERE THEMED???? WHY????

It's so bad it's making me go insane please help me--

OUT OF CURIOSITY, I LOOKED UP HAZBIN HOTEL FICS (it's only been a little bit since the show came out, I usually wait a few months before looking into fanfics for a new show) AND TELL ME WHY ALMOST ALL OF THEM WERE FUCKING ALASTOR X READER YANDERE FICS?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!

My pet peeve there is that ALASTOR IS ARO/ACE HE WOULDN'T GIVE ANYONE THE TIME OF DAY???? Like, this is canon and no one seems to care???

It's fine to assume when nothing is confirmed and it's fine to let your imagination run wild in those cases, but when the characters sexuality is confirmed, it's a little insulting to watch an entire fandom completely ignore it. Alastor is a fun character and I get the appeal, believe me, but idk I find it disrespectful. It's like shipping Angel Dust, who is Gay, completely only into men in a romantic or sexual way, with Cherri Bomb. It just gives me the ick, y'know?

Anyway that's the end of my rant