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Bad End: Golden Cassandra

People don't listen. Not when what your saying, scares them. Especially when, what you're saying, scares them. They like to pretend, instead. That if they don't hear you? It's not happening. Can't and WON'T happen. That you're just a liar. Speading fear, for the fun of it.
But oh, when has reality ever been that kind? That agreeable?
Tell me, WHEN has it ever bowed to the tantrums of men?
I can't think of a single instance. Knew it wouldn't now, either. So, really? What was I to do? Keep trying? Beat my head against walls of willful ignorance, until the deigned to give? Hoping, against all reason and evidence, that they MIGHT, just MAYBE, do so in the nick of time? Please. I was hopeful, not a fool. Optimism does not render a soul naive.
Like the fall of Atlantis, the sacking of Rome. Great Alexandria burning. Everything was going to be destroyed. Rather dramatically, too, and rather deservedly. I couldn't and DIDN'T defend it. Try to change it? Yes. Try to SAVE them? Absolutely. But not once, not EVER, would I defend it.
After all, it was a system built upon the backs of slaves.
Death was the only reasonable outcome. Revolution, the Voice, of those unheard and in chains. Their magic, their power, used for the convenience of their so called "betters". It was disgusting. Vile.
Set dressing, for an Otome Game.
As though their VERY LIVES, their SUFFERING and SOULS, were nothing but pretty little plot points in someone else's PLAY! The indignities they faced. The starvation and thirst. Being forced to watch friend and loved ones suffer, Scream, DIE!
But Oh, at least the Protagonist gets her handsome meat to oogle. They'll know their place, as they play along. Broken nicely and so very, VERY greatful for her scraps. She can play at revolutionary. Or perhaps at savior, should she feel the need. Assuming she doesn't leave them in chains.
And I? Oh I am supposed to play dress up and face her, in some sick "duel" of love! Abuse and use to my heart's content! The Gods jest. For I will do no such thing!
I can barely recall the plot. Only that the gloss over the rather significant socioeconomic and political fall out that is sure to follow. The Kingdom is not going to survive. Should it not be one sort of Revolutionary revolt, it will be another. Corruption, stagnation, and willful ignorance are simply too wide spread among the upper echelons. Baked too deeply into the foundations.
Gods... I... I tried.
It hurts. Like ripping out finger nails, one by one, when I finally gather enough. Not even all that I wish I could. But simply... enough. There is not enough time, the rumblings of revolution have grown too loud. I... I HAVE too go. And... and I know they won't come with me. My friends, my family, the neighbors. All those who smile, nod, and listen but don't believe a word I say.
The pain is hollowing. A truely special sort of hell.
Looking back, to little cousins on tiny legs, helping you pack. With their round little cheeks and small little hands. Watching them try to lift bags like a "grown up". Your friends and family, treating it all like a trip to the country side and not the last time you'll ever see them. The... the day being... being so accursedly normal. Mild weather and gentle breeze. Like your world isn't ending. Like everything isn't gone.
Wanting to be wrong. Traveling and traveling. Wanting to be wrong. Everything mild, calm and sweet. A hell of self doubt. Every night and every dawn. Are you insane? Were they right all along? Were you reading signs, portents of Doom, where there were none? But still... you travel. A caravan filled with your life's work.
Every scrap of modern knowledge. A copy of every work and definitive artwork. Every play, treatise, and textbook. Every old Diary I could get my hands on and endless days patrolling the book markets. A lifetime's work. All spent in hand-me-downs and out of fashion clothes, just for this. The preservation of knowledge.
But what if I'm wrong?
Fiddling with the piles of ward stones, as I get farther and farther north. Closer and closer to the land I stashed away. Hidden, within layers upon layers, of ever circling bureaucracy. A magic rich grove of Gold-leaf Ginko. They would have been harvested to oblivion, if I hadn't hidden them, and the species is already endangered.
I have been using a tower I built (in a natural clearing, as I would sooner remove my own limbs, then a single branch upon one of those trees) there as a seed bank. Every endangered magical plant species I came across? I sent as many seed as I could, to my bank. Had even begun the lengthy process of creating automatons, so they could build a green house (carefully!) into the mountain.
Seems I will have nothing but time, now, to dedicate to that project.
As I get closer, passing through the beginning of the valley towns (that lead into the high lands)? My Family Ring breaks. The terrible Crack of it, a sharp knife to the gut, splitting the morning silence. Father is... oh Gods, Father is...
Yet, even before I can come to terms with this terrible new reality? Beneath my travel cloak and jacket, nestled precious like the love it represented, my Clan Mantle begins to snap and crack like popcorn. Enchanted stone beads cracking apart violently, with the lose of the life they were made to represent. Shrapnel tearing at my clothes as I desperately rip at my cloak, my jacket, blood already welling up from various wounds.
Pop, dead. Crack, dead. Snap! Dead.
I manage to rip the heavy necklace from around my shoulders. Already half the bead are gone. More, like lethal firecrackers, shooting off even as I fling the enchanted jewelry into a nearby leather bag. Scramble for a nearby heavy blanket to cover it. Blood stains everything, dripping from shallow nicks and shrapnel wounds alike. I... oh gods, I barely notice I'm crying.
The sounds have startled the horses. One of them even got hurt. It.. it takes hours to fix. I have to stop in the next town. Shaking. Shaking. I.. I think I may be shaking. C-crying. "To remember where you came from." That's... oh god. That's what Clan Mantle's are FOR. A symbolic gift, really. They... they could never have known.
That it would actually serve it's original purpose. It's ancient purpose. The reason they USED to be made. To... to show who was still ALIVE. Oh gods. I... I can't check. Can't bear to look. The sound has stopped. Is it over? Are... is there...? Please, gods, don't make me look. Don't make me KNOW, how few members of my own family are left.
I was right. Gods, damn them.
Gods damn them all.
I was RIGHT.
Bandaged, healed, I travel faster. Time is running out. It doesn't matter, now, which "route" she took. Everything will have fallen apart. I reach my grove and don't even bother to set up a tent. Wards before all. Better to sleep on the floor, then be caught unaware. I work around the clock. Feeling like clawed fingers are ever so gently, wrapping around my throat, one at a time. Tick, tock, tick, tock. And oh, the tighter they squeeze.
Barely... BARELY! Do the wards thrum to life, deep and powerful, before I feel some almost god like crash into them. My hands shake. Still kneeling in the dirt, from where I placed the last stone, I slowly look up. And... and curling above the golden trees? Shades of copper catch the light. Massive and leaning. Stepping on my wards. Looking down in annoyance, as they refuse to part.
(Distantly, I hear the horses scream in terror. I... I wish I could do the same.)
I flee. Scrambling without dignity, back to the seed bank's tower. Trying to keep out of sight. A hopeless endeavor, I know. What other reason could such a power Dragon be out here for? If not to finish what was started? But... but hope has carried me so FAR. Can it not carry me just a bit farther?
No attacks come. No insults or threats. Yet...
The presence does not leave.
I can not hide forever, for all that fear exhausts and bids me too. All my supplies are out side. My wards, at least seem, to have held? But how can I trust it? Knowing just how strong a dragon's magis is. Sure enough, the second I step outside? There he stands. The copper dragon. Just beyond the wards.
Worse still? He is a man I recognize. Which can only invite pain and suffering, as he played no small part in the revolution. Not to mention, his significance to that damnable Game. Was he "supporting character"? A "hidden route"? An antagonist I could not quite recall? I can not place it. He was THERE, but not lead about by the nose, like the others. Not broken, as they were.
Now, here he stands, light catching off his ornaments and nails. As he tap, tap, taps them lightly against my wards. In sequence. Amused. His eyes locked with mine and glowing from within. Fire and magic made manifest. The king was a fool to think he owned this man. A "royal gaurd dog" indeed. Ha! They brought death into their house, then kicked it.
A slow smile, spreading like poison through sleeping veins, creeps across that deceptively youthful face. Sharp, sharp teeth are revealed to the air. I think I may amuse him. Perhaps I have for quite a while. I have made it no secret, after all, that I know he is dangerous. Treated him as the threat he truely IS. Others thought it was funny. Would find excuses to shove me at him, just to see me panic. All the while, he pretended, like a GOOD little dog, to be polite.
His eyes had always been laughing.
And now? He doesn't even bother to hide.
"You ran away." His voice rings out, the barest hint of rasp, like the drawing of a blade. It fills the silence. Demands attention. "Did you think I wouldn't be able to find you?"
To be honest? I had hoped no one would look. That I had given them no reason to even try. Perhaps that had been naive. I was a part of the system too, in the end. Guilt by association. That didn't explain him, however. Had I wronged him? Beyond the obvious. (And the obvious sat between us, like so much rotten filth. How could ANYONE over look that?)
"Their courts burned, just like you always warned they would. You should have seen it."
He stopped to chuckle. Closer to a sneer, then a sound of true amusement. His distain and delight intertwining as he savored the memory. He leaned closer. Letting his forehead press against the barrier. Enjoying, reliving, his moment of triumph, once again.
"Ha, ha~ Oh, but you should have seen their faces. When they realized you were right. That you had warned them and warned them, but they had refused to listen! It was glorious, darling. They howled with such regret and fear. A magnificent symphony~ you made for me."
I backed up against the carts. The wounds from broken beads stinging harshly with every shift, like the screaming of the dead. Scared. Gods, I'm s-so scared. I can't possibly have invited this... r-right? I never flirted or... or suggested anything! So-! So why is-?! Gods, why is he here?!
"You can't run from me, clever girl. Not for long. You saw me and I see you. Too clever by half. They really should have listened~!" He broke off to laugh, a sharp mockery of the dead. Fangs catching the light. "But they didn't, did they? My poor clever girl. We truely were buried by filth, weren't we? How glorious it must be. To finally be free."
"But~! Did you really think you could escape ME, my clever girl?"
"You're not nearly so foolish. Open the barrier, darling."
"Let me in. Our revolution is over, I have won."
"Now you can't escape me~"
#threepandas#yandere#yandere x reader#yanblr#reader insert#yanderecore#yandere otome isekai#yandere otome#long post#tw death#tw implied death#tw implied child death#reader has to fuckin choose man#fantasy library of Alexandria or her family#the seed bank or her neighbors#she chooses to preserve history and hate herself#did NOT expect the yandere#w-why is there a yandere?#this was NOT PART OF THE PLAN#bad end golden cassandra#bad end golden cassandra au
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Little Girl
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The sound of pacing footsteps echoed in the batcave, echoing around the cave walls with the occasional water droplets dripping and the soft chirps of bats as they awoke from their slumber.
It was surreal. So surreal.
Barbara could hardly believe it, she was in THE Batman's secret lair! the mysterious vigilante that had been foiling the villains plans and bringing the criminals of gotham to justice for over six years now!
Of course he had to have a secret lair, a base of operations that he worked in. He had gadgets and always seemed to find out the Joker's plans after all so he had to have one-
"Ah, you're overthinking again." Barbara patted her cheeks with gloved hands, inhaling deeply before exhaling slowly.
It was still crazy to think that wearing a silly bat costume and accidentally stopping a couple of crimes inevitably made her cross paths with Batman and Robin.
He seemed a bit younger than herself, and she was in college!
It had taken an entire year, but now after taking an oath at the very graves of Batman's- no, Bruce's parents she was now officially a part of Batman and Robin group, like the three musketeers! It was exhilarating, it was nerve-racking, it was so-
"Who are you?" a soft voice asked, interrupting Barbara's chain of thoughts as her stomach dropped.
Whipping around towards the sound of the voice, Barbara raised a batarang towards the intruder-
Barbara's eyes stared down in disbelief, a little girl that couldn't be older than five or six staring up at her with dilated pupils, both arms raised towards her face to presumably protect her face.
"O-Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I thought you were an intruder-" Barbara rambled quickly, voice high pitched in panic as she quickly put the batarang back in her belt.
She could feel her chest swell with guilt, she almost just threw a batarang at a little girl's head. She probably just traumatized the poor little girl- She could've KILLED a child- She didn't expect a kid in purple pajamas to be in the batcave of all things.
How did she even manage to sneak up on her?
Why didn't Bruce or Dick tell her about the little girl? Alfred did say he was going to check up on someone but she didn't think it was a kid.
What was she even doing down here? She seemed too young to be a Robin, there wasn't even a second Robin. She definitely wasn't making gadgets or doing behind the scenes work in the Batcave.
How did she even get down here in the first place? she seemed too short to even get to the secret entrances!
Barbara watched as she slowly lowered her arms, her big eyes staring up at her.
"A-Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you like that." Barbara said in a softer tone, realizing that she had been staring at the kid for longer than necessary.
"I'm okay, sorry that I scared you. My name is (____). You're batgirl, right? I've seen you in newspapers." Barbara almost raised an eyebrow as the little girl now known as (____) spoke with a timid voice. Kids didn't usually speak so perfectly, did they? Maybe it was a rich people thing and formal education.
"Y-Yeah, I am." Barbara kneeled down, offering a hand to the child in front of her and managing a soft smile despite her unease and guilt still lingering.
Maybe it was still just the fear from what just happened, but Barbara couldn't help but wonder...
Did (____)'s eyes always look like that?
NEW CHARACTER UNLOCKED: Barbara Gordon
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A/N: A mini chapter, from the FUTUREEEEEEE! SOOOO Chapter 5 should hopefully be good by tmr unless tumblr or life decides to keep fucking me over more than it already has. Chapter 5 isn't going to be as long because shit keeps happening in life that was making progress so slow that I decided to basically make a mini chapter first to compensate for if chapter 5 ends up feeling too short.
#batfam x batsis#batfam x neglected reader#neglected reader#yandere batfam#batfam#batsis!reader#PS: Did not expect the pope to die the day I posted this.
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*202x and 1980s mode student council meeting together*
Ken: I told Ms. Torayoshi to make something to lighten the mood.. It was feeling pretty tense but.. uh..
Aoi: This guy's crazy!!
#yandere simulator#yandere sim art#megami saikou#kuroko kamenaga#daisaku aragaki#aoi ryugoku#akane toriyasu#reiichi tanaami#joze shiuba#ken kyonashima#shiromi torayoshi#chaos I think#I forgot to color in Megami's choker thing oopssyy#Ken praising Shiromi cuz like he did ask her to do something#just not what he expected
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Late Night Hanma Blurb
A/n: Thought abt this during an itty-bitty road trip today. Smoker Hanma does smth to the chemicals in my brain. Forgive me for any lengthy bad writing. I've had a long day and I just wanna yip yap about one of my fav crazies 🙇
CW: Hanma can give two shits about your lung health but chooses not to when he feels like it, intimidation, threats of forced drug usage, sometimes forced participation in violent activities, thoughts of lovers suicide/murder(?), and whatever other yappin I put in here.
Hanma who smokes a fuck ton and doesn't mind giving you the good ol' second-hand effects of it, but absolutely detests you doing it on your own.
He snatches the stick from your mouth and holds it up and away from you with a small grit in his teeth. Hanma glares down in some curiosity but clearly squints in irritation.
"The hell is this? Don't tell me I'm being a bad influence on you now. If I catch you with one of these again, I won't let you off the hook so easily. You got it, Y/n?"
When you retort, telling him it's no different from when he does it and it is your own choice whether he likes it or not, he merely scoffs with a tilt of his narrow head. Throwing down the cigarette, the sound of his sneaker stomping and scraping it out against the pavement echos through the air with an annoying presence. Shuji demands the rest of your stash with a looming stare that can only put you into a state of sinking discimfort.
"Come on, don't be stubborn. Ya know, if you wanna do it so bad, why don't you try the whole pack? Mine too since it's a shitload better than that cheap stuff."
Reluctant on suffocation and early lung cancer, you begrudgingly hand over your smokes to him. Hanma smacks down on the box with an evidently loud shot of noise and slides it out of your palm--- pocketing it. He stretches out narrow smile as he leans down towards you.
"See, now it ain't so hard to listen."
He's still ticked off by the fact you think you can do whatever to your body without his permission, but since Shuji is so generous, he'll let you learn from your mistakes. See, he can be nice.
Don't test him though. Next time you're caught defying his selfish wishes, he's beating you down with degrading language and probably also beating whoever was involved. The convenience store employee that sold you the cigs, vape, or maybe even chewing tobacco? Yeah he's taking out his held back frustration on them. Bro is jumping over the counter and tearing their shit up.
Avoiding him because of his brutal and honest-to-God psychopathic personality? Now that's just cruel. Shuji is dragging your ass by the back of your shirt and pushes you to his motorcycle. The leopard print on the back of the bike makes you wanna barf every time you see it, but you got to keep it down if you wanna have enough energy to deal with him. He'll take you out no matter where you are at in that point of time and make you remember who he is; who you think you're messing with.
"Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you? Aim for the nose. That's easy for amateurs like you. Actually, lemme show you how to really deliver a jaw breaker-"
Yeah, he'll show you just how bad it can get with some random thugs on the street. You should be grateful with how gentle he's treating you. Instead of ending up with facial fractures, you have nice dates and thoughtful gifts. He's even teaching you a few tricks. How lucky can you get?
"I'm all done. Shit, I'm starved. Let's go grab a bite to eat, kay?"
Hanma thinks the only way you'll ever keep paying attention to him is if he keeps you and your actions in line. If you go off doing your own thing, his usually unmoving heart can't just stand there and watch you slowly leave him. Despite the negativity be brings into your life, he actually gets really fuckin anxious when he doesn't know or understand what you're doing. It's so troublesome how you make him feel. Yeah, being bored as shit is bad, but seeing you, the only thing that could ever bring him down to his knees unwillingly, slip away with nothing but disdain for him? Fuck no. He won't accept it. Shuji would rather kill you and then himself than have to bear the strange feeling of pain, or what other people call heartbreak, by his lonesome self.
Should he ever say he loves you, that would be the point of no return for the both of you. His hands have you tight in his clutches. No way out, no way back in for anyone else.
#yandere#x reader#yandere blog#male yandere#yandere x reader#yandere tokyo revengers#yandere tokyo revengers x reader#yandere tr#tokyo revengers fandom#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#tr#hanma#hanma shuji#yandere hanma shuji#hanma x reader#yandere hanma x reader#tbh i kin him but like in some aspects#so naybe thats likeeee why hes emo at the end#BUT EYYYY DID I COOK OR DID I BLOW TS UP??#😔😔#well i think it came out better than I expected#been in a writing mood for a while#ig all the reading got me doin flips n shit now#gave me confidence n direction too if#ig**#ehehe#dont lemme wake up n lemme see some ass writing#im actually gonna pray dude#🙏🙏🙏
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so fucking funny how all of erik's "one shots" become series. like what do u mean creepy caller from last year has lore now.
#what did he expect LMAO#anyways im eating this up. caller. what a fucking freak i need to kiss him#how did he get a phone#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#jo speaks#redacted asmr caller#redacted audio caller#redacted caller#yandere caller#is tagging his name too spoilery ...........
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???? Levi?????? Buddy??????? Goin’ a bit yandere there huh??????
#obey me#obey me leviathan#obey me shall we date#I know he was supposed to be the yan originally but I did NOT expect that!!#granted I am NOT complaining!!#just surprised!#yandere obey me
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There are moments when Robotnik’s hands are gentle—fixing Stone’s collar, tracing the violet bloom of a bruise—but it is not tenderness, not really.
Stone is a biological canvas stained with the fingerprints of his maker.
Robotnik’s hands have built machines, burned bridges, shattered bones—and now they sculpt devotion itself. They straighten Stone’s tie with the same precision used when calibrating delicate machinery, they trace bruises with curiosity. Fingers brush against flesh like instruments against glass, testing for fractures, for flaws in the architecture of his creation.
To be handled by those hands is to be understood—taken apart, examined, remade.
In every scar, Stone carries a signature. Every conditioned flinch, every desperate breath, every trembling plea. It was carefully curated by Robotnik. Every single cracked edge of Stone’s soul is hidden in a file somewhere, annotated with clinical fascination.
The proof of devotion, flickering in Stone’s every desperate plea, every breathless whimper.
Because of this, Stone does not need to say he belongs to Robotnik—his body, his mind, his every conditioned reaction screams it because it is instinctive, involuntary—a reflex carved into him like writing etched into metal.
Robotnik doesn’t love Stone despite his obsession, he loves him because of it—because it’s fascinating, beautiful in its predictability and volatility. Robotnik does not give care—he engineers it. His affection is rooted in observation, data collection, and meticulous analysis.
To him, this is how you care for someone: you know them, down to their biological rhythms.
And Stone, like a moth developing a symbiotic dependency on flame, wants for it. He devours every scrap of attention, cradling it to his chest like a holy relic. He begs. He pleads. And Robotnik finds the begging beautiful—not because of sadism (though sometimes it’s that too), but because desperation is data, and that data is beautiful.
It's proof that autonomy is a myth when devotion can be designed. Proof that Stone’s perfection is not in his freedom—but in the way he breaks, predictably and beautifully, every time.
#saf's yandere stone au#agent stone#toxic yaoi#dr ivo robotnik#headcanon#sonic movie 3#sonic the hedgehog#I did something different#i honestly don't know if this is good or not tbh#can't tell yet#writing for him was harder than expected
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Aaaaaa i did not expect you to reply so soon! Love your perspective, especially the part about spain playing favourites and choosing the most catholic and most resource heavy 😭😭.. i feel like most people never really talk about former colonies and their colonisers... bc theres no way india would be that happy and pleasant with england😭😭.... anyways rant over im really into ur latin america hcs... especially mexico... 😇😇
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Sorry if im spamming you but i also just had a thought... since mexico would be very similar to spain, would he be equally as delusional... or worse? I think he would start thinking hes in some telenova or hes a cowboy or something ( north america try not to be delusional challenge)(impossible)
i saw the ask and my brain went ding ding that is extremely rare round of applause for anon please do keep spamming i'm on a roll here

oo! i feel like spain is in an interesting position among colonisers and their former colonies; i'm pretty sure, or at least headcanon, that he found pretty much all of his former colonies as chibi's, kind of like china, so they probably don't have as many memories of their native cultures that were stripped from them. that's why they might not bare as intense hatred for spain as someone like vietnam would hold for france.
but there's definately alot of resentment. i think this is especially prominent for peru, who i have often seen characterised as quite in touch with his parent, Inca's, culture and history, and probably wonders what his life might have looked like if he had been allowed to grow up out of spain's iron grip.
i headcanon that latin america, spain's portion of it at least, try to make spain feel as excluded and alienated from what antonio perceives as his 'legacy' in the america's, it's a way to subtly let out some of their repressed resentment towards him.
and on india — you're definately right! i think england and india have a much more snarky? relationship. india is nearly as old as china and was trying to finesse his way through europe's colonial era only to get stuck with this entitled asshole with a superiority complex, that's gotta breed some strong resentment. india is alot like china in the way that he just tolerates those he dislikes for the sake of politics - he's not getting chummy with england unless there's something in it for him.
back to latin american colonisation — i've always characterised mexico as being one of the former spanish colonies that drinks the 'big brother spain' kool-aid. he's not so delusional about colonisation as he is not wanting to recognise how much of a monster spain really was. i can't imagine josé likes to hear or talk about the aztec empire's slaughter at spain's hands; it tears him apart that he lost his actual parent to the only parental figure he knows.
and this definately bleeds into his yandere psyche. mexico doesn't like to confront the reality that any love his darling has for him is manufactured; stockholm syndrome at best, entirely faked at worst. he doesn't like to think of himself as being manipulative or wrong because the implications of that truth are just too much for him to handle.
this is definately where he differs most strikingly from spain; fundamentally, spain isn't able to see the reality of his actions and how wrong they are or how much he's messed up his darling in the process of 'pursuing' them. it's all just a grand romance, his darling is the one with the issues.
josé is definately the type to play into whatever fantasy will best charm his darling, and try to glamourise the relationship "we would make good characters for a telenovela, cariño! we would have so many fans". he likes to compare his actions to others to justify them as well "spain had his own key for your room back in the day" and make intruding on their life seem so normal.
not to mention, piggybacking off my last post, latin america would be a cesspool of yandere's validating each others behaviours. they all picked it up from spain at somepoint, maybe even from each other, so no one bat's an eye when mexico goes on another obsession fueled rant; some countries he's closer to might even offer to help.
the fandom likes to hype up russia and belarus as scary but at least people recognise them as dangerous. latin america is equally as dangerous if not more, imagine being stuck between one, two, or more of them? at least in europe you can pit yandere's against each other, spain raised his colonies as siblings and despite their conflicts they are capable of mass cooperation.

#yandere hetalia#yandere spain#yandere mexico#yandere aph mexico#yandere aph spain#hws mexico#hws spain#aph mexico#mexico hetalia#hetalia#hws#aph#aph hetalia#i did not wake up today and expect to post two deep dives on spain and mexico's yandere psychology but here we are
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Oh man.
I just woke up and this is the first thing I see when I opened Tumblr.
I didn't know my Brud!reader will blow up with hearts....
#100 likes#tumblr milestone#OMG thank you!!!#yandere batfam#yandere x reader#platonic yandere#yandere superfam#I DID NOT EXPECT TO BE NOTICED!#BUT THANK YOU!
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Truth or Dare with Yan!Chrollo
Playing truth or dare with Yan! Chrollo seems so childish on the outside because I mean, come on, it's a game we'd all play at recess in our childhood.
But it's no game when it's with chrollo. Because on one hand, it can be a great way to get answers and get him to do (most of) what you want, if you can convince him to play. On the other hand, it can be so, so dangerous.
Because while Chrollo knows you are probably playing this game just to get answers or get him to do something, he knows he has an equal advantage. But considering he's, well....Chrollo, He'll somehow have the upper hand.
If you haven't already succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome, it can be both exciting and difficult. I mean, really difficult. "Alright then, I'll play along. Truth, or dare?" He asks, finally setting down his book and deciding that at least it's one way to get your attention. And if he requests something difficult enough, perhaps you'll quit asking him. And if you don't quit, well, it will just confirm his theory that you really want something.
If you pick truth, well, he expected that. It's the safest option, to be fair. But don't be fooled. It's still not safe at all. "What's one thing that you do like that I do when I show you affection? Oh, and don't even consider lying, your body language will give you away." Something like that, anyway. and the questions will only get worse.
If you pick dare? Wow, you're feeling a bit more adventurous, aren't you? Your practically begging for it, he thinks. "Come here, sit on my lap." It'd start off small, but it would build to something worse than any truth he asked you.
If you HAVE succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome already, however, things will be more pleasant because he knows he doesn't have to force affection out of you. And if he's sure you love him enough, he might even be less suspecting of you trying to take advantage of him. But he'll still have that voice in his head telling him you are, especially if you only just started returning his affection.
Dares won't always have to be so...intimate. They can be, if he is especially in that mood and he thinks you are, too. But sometimes, they're just nice. Like, "Come here, my dear. This whole game would be much nicer if I can hold you the entire time, hm?" At this point, he probably only asks for truths. You might as well just not call it truth or dare, and rather "Cuddling with Chrollo while you ask each other questions". The only person who would be requesting dares when you're in his arms is you, because he wants to chill now that you're with him. He'd probably ask for sweet gestures, like a kiss on the cheek or something simple.
Truths can range from him asking you deep thinking questions, things about philosophy, your moral ground, what you'd do in certain situations, and on occasions, just whatever he's curious about you to know.
"What's something you've never told me before?"
"Hmm...Sometimes, when I say I need I hug, I don't really. Sometimes I only say this because I think you need a hug.
...Chrollo?"
If you answered something super sweet and affectionate like that, he'd take a moment to just....let that sink in, before hugging you tightly nuzzling your neck or kissing you. "You're so sweet, my dear."
He really thought it was super sweet. His dead heart was already beating when he was holding you, or just in your presence, but after that? He may seem calm on the exterior, but inside his heart erupted into fireworks. He might consider doing something sweet for you back, like getting you something he knows you'd enjoy.
He'd, of course, fill out his dares to the best of his ability and answer his truths 100% honestly, but don't be too surprised when you come to face with loopholes. This is Chrollo, what did you expect? Even if you're affectionate back, expect at least some loopholes. Though, it's a lot less and a lot less severe than if you didn't return the affection.
Just do yourself a favor, and just...try to love him back. It'll make things much easier for the both of you. Maybe your pride won't let you (or the fact he's a mass murderer), but seriously, it'd just be a lot easier. So give it a try. Besides, it might not be all that bad?
#holy cow#I did not expect it to be this long#I just wanted to write based off of this meme I saw#I didn't intend it to be longer than 3 paragraphs to be honest#also I was rewatching squid game earlier and I thought about childhood games and chrollo is always on my mind so I put it together#I should write something about chrollo watching squid game lol#he'd ruin it#I'm sure#anyway#i write for you#chrollo x reader#yandere chrollo x reader#chrollo#yandere chrollo
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STEEL AND SILK (001)
wooyoung walks up behind you, making sure to tighten the straps of your odm gear. his affectionate gesture catches you off guard, causing you to blush slightly. he doesn't seem to notice, though, as he's too focused on laughing at a joke san just cracked. playfully, he slaps your butt and winks at you before returning to his place among the soldiers. your smile fades when erwin begins his speech about the upcoming expedition beyond the walls.
you and the boys have finally joined the survey corps, embarking on your first mission to explore the dangerous areas outside the walls for expansion. it's natural to feel scared, but you take comfort in having your boys by your side.
the speech ends, and you all are finally able to relax and move around. while some are practicing with their odm gears, you find a quiet spot, observing the boys as they laugh and joke around. your attention rests on connie and jean teasing mingi, who's screaming about adjusting the saddle on his horse and how they're not letting him. a warm hand touches your back, and you turn to see hongjoong's soft eyes looking at you.
"are you okay?" he asks gently, and you can only smile in response, struggling to find the right words to convey your emotions. his understanding gaze puts you at ease.
"it's okay, baby, i understand," he says, sitting down next to you. for a while, you both remain silent, the laughter and cheers of the corps filling the gaps. he pulls you closer into his arms, planting soft kisses on the top of your head.
"you know," yunho chimes in as he hands you a bowl of stew mikasa cooked, taking his own seat beside you both and scooping some into his own bowl, "it's funny how the highest-scoring soldiers in the tests are the ones sulking."
"shut up," you laugh, blowing on the hot liquid before offering a spoonful to hongjoong so he can taste it.
as the night goes on, you all gather around the campfire, the realization of venturing beyond the walls, where danger lurks, dawning upon you all.
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Certified Prettyboy
He’s so pretty, like love Ensung, but I could only see us (on the weird chance I meet an idol) being like friends or acquaintances not lovers or anything.
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I understand, everyone has their preferences!
It's just that at the moment I want to shower Eunsung with love since he's still new to the blog. He is my cinnamon roll that I wanted to release so long, but had to put off until now. I also felt that I released him at the wrong time.
Also, if I may be vulnerable - I'm trying not to value myself over likes when posting. So when I see Eunsung doing poorly, I feel like I've failed him along with my followers. I try to say that it's all a part of the algorithm, but I can admit it's hard to watch how activity goes.
I always try to say to myself that the blog is special to someone. If one person enjoys the post, then it is enough for me. So even if Eunsung has one fan - I've done what I needed to do: to have fun.
Once again, I apologize for such a post. I try to remain professional online, but my heart decided to share a sentimental moment with you all.
Thanks again for the support 💕
#i did not expect to vent but here it goes#eunsung#eunsung ask#aleese vents#aleese comments#yandere oc#male yandere#yancore#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere#yandere blog#yanblr#yan blog#yan boy#yan bf#yandere idol#yandere celebrity#yandere boyfriend#clingy yandere#qc#ac
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Spoiler? Yes,please. 👀👀👀💕
Wasn't sure what you guys wanted, so here's like a small snippet of chapter 2. If you have want like,,, important spoilers or something just lemme know. I will happily reveal the plot of this entire stupid thing because I'm very in love with it. Girl failure reader versus the world
#sophie speaks#series:www#im very happy people are actually curious about this#i was expecting like 0 interest since its so#not what everyone else on tumblr is doing#batfam yandere romantic not platonic and not everyone is yandere#the weird ex stepsister thing i did purely because I couldn't figure out the plot and for jokes#all of this is just for jokes#i guess you could say im the joker baby#speaking of which that mfer-
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hbs spoilers
I never once suspected that yandere caller would be apart of hbs 😭 like I never once thought of him being in the lineup like I thought he would have a second audio but NOT in hbs
#I did not expect him one bit#but yk what the audio was 😳#is it 🚩 if I want more of his audios 😭#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redacted john#redacted yandere caller
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brother crab's winter 2024 parting thoughts: high card s2
WHAT THE HELL
HIGH CARD IS GOOD?!
tl;dr very flashy and aesthetic, consistently good in that regard, but the story was not always gripping to me. however, with the ultimate payoff in the last three eps, totally worth it imo
full review:
wow wow wow i'm kind of glad i fell way behind on anime and had the last three eps of s2 to binge all at once because hoooly shit i enjoyed that immensely
at no point did i think high card was bad, but it definitely had moments where it didn't fully grab me. there were times when it felt like all flash, no substance
and it's definitely not perfect, i have some serious and fairly significant gripes with it. mainly i'm really bummed that leo, wendy, and vijay never really got fully fleshed out. i mean i get it, finn's the main character and chris is the thinly veiled love interest also important so obviously they're going to take up most of the time, but i really feel like the other members of the crew had so much unexplored potential (especially wendy and vijay, because leo did sort of get his moment as a factor in the old man yaoi situation)
speaking of which THE OLD MAN YAOI!! man there were a lot of moving pieces in this show, and sometimes they came together in messy ways (or didn't really come together at all... some bits do still feel pretty disjointed and jumpy to me, tbh)
but overall the payoff of the s2 finale was absolutely worth it to me, particularly since it dealt with my favorites of those moving pieces: the old man yaoi and the sudden YANDERE ONIISAN ARC
i find myself really wishing the show had gone harder on both of those threads sooner, but like... honestly i'm not disappointed with how they played out. the whole theodore and ban thing could not have been more tropey (YEARS of loathing only for a "the one i wanted to protect all along was... you" and then dying for each other like HELLO yes an absolute tropefest BUT TROPES THAT I LOVE. GOOD FOR THOSE TOXIC DOOMED YAOI MFERS)
tilt has always been fascinating to me right from the character design and i am more or less satisfied with how things played out for him too, though i kind of wish we'd had more of this development spread throughout the series. i guess it was there, but... i dunno. in some ways feels like there could have been More (but i may be biased)
like you gotta feel bad for him, it's a sad story, but also that extreeemely creepy unhinged yandere oniisan "i have been stalking you i literally have a wall with giant blown up photos of you i hate the other guy who is calling himself your brother" sequence was SO FUCKING DELICIOUS LIKE WTF??? stunned and absolutely blown away by how hard they went on that, what a delight
(ironically it makes me think about how unhinged matakara in bucchigiri?! just doesn't work while unhinged tilt in high card works super well, but this is not about bucchigiri?! so i won't get too into that)
i am still admittedly just. kind of like. idk. i go back and forth on finn and chris, as characters and as partners. i don't dislike them but they aren't always all that compelling to me. sometimes they definitely are, but sometimes they just fall a bit flat to me. this probably isn't an issue with them as characters, though, just a matter of taste. i occasionally found the chemistry between them lacking as well, but sometimes it was really on point
same feeling about the crew dynamics in general. i looove a good like heist crew or spy agency crew, whatever it is, when the dynamics just click. and sometimes they didn't, here. i am too sleepy to articulate it properly right now but it just felt like there was something missing, some pieces not really fitting together. i didn't dislike any of the characters, but just... i guess wanted more team shenanigans? maybe there was no time for that but it would have been nice (like this is one show that could have done with a few filler and/or fluff episodes, imo!)
anyway. christ. my eye emoji-ing at tilt based solely on his character design finally paid off after two gay ass seasons lmao. good night
#crab watches#winter 2024#parting thoughts#high card#GENUINELY WAS NOT EXPECTING TO ENJOY THE LAST THREE EPS THIS MUCH BUT I SO SO SO DID#although lol holy infodump tf#this show loooves its infodumps esp in the second half of the second season#i didn't personally mind all the monologuing that much i guess#like it delivered the information fine#but the fact that there were so many ''LET ME TELL YOU A STORY YOU'VE NEVER HEARD BEFORE'' scenes in a ROW#was just kind of funny#anyway. it's not like overall the best thing ever but it is wild fun and really paid off in the end (for me at least)#i am a sucker for toxic old man yaoi and the yandere oniisan was a bonus#damn that was fun#alright. going to sleep for real now lmao
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holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck
#Homura Akemi#HOMURA ‘THE ULTIMATE YANDERE’ AKEMI#HO LEE FUCK#madoka rebellion#i did not expect that twist#‘you don’t know how long i’ve waited for this. now. i’ve got you.’#Homura ‘The O Stands For Obsessed with And The M Stands For Madoka’ Akemi#‘more passionate than hope. much deeper than despair. love.’#Homura ‘My Love Is Backwards Call Me Evol’ Akemi#‘you are exactly as you should be. as you’ve always been.’#Homura ‘Walking Metaphor For Relationship Stagnation’ Akemi#is that what i wanna go with#that thing that happens when you’re in love with the person you first started dating and not the person they are now#does that. does that count when ‘the person they used to be’ was more of a conceptual being created to ease the suffering#caused by an extradimensional being for the purpose of combating entropy?#….eh. probably.
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