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That lil pico x reader gave me an idea that i know bestow upon you. Plants vs zombies Zombie!yandere!pico who keeps getting blocked from his darling by their aggressive garden but somehow is always back and ready. Maybe he sometimes just stands away from the garden looking at their house trying to get a glimpse of them in the window or something. Motherfucker is harder to kill than William Afton. You don’t need to draw or write about this just wanted to share
ANON YOU CLEVER GENIUS YOU🩷💕💞
I’ll add on a couple things I’d love to share too!! It’s gonna be a long, unedited stream of idea salad. Will I make this into a full blown au? Absolutely✨
No matter how many zombies are thrown your way they’re not strong enough to penetrate through your greenhouse forces. So they hire Pico a zombie mercenary for hire, to step in to catch you off guard. Why they’re hellbent on having your brain is beyond him.
As soon as he peeks in through your greenhouse attending to your zen garden, the way you care for your plants like they’re your babies at first makes him cringe. Overtime he finds it endearing, you’re the one giving the zombies this much trouble. His first mistake was undermining you. The second was thinking he can waltz right in knowing some if not all of those plants are ready to smite him.
One of the plants you’re tending to noticed his presence immediately and soon hell breaks loose. Peas and thorns come flying in at him as the Chompers break away from their potted confinements to hunt Pico down like rabid dogs. You quickly flee and immediately you hoped to full on offense. An all out attack and as much as he’d love to put bullets into those plants, he’s outnumbered.
Pico trudges back to the zombies shamefully, but now knows he needed a weapon upgrade, a pack of cigarettes and lots of “research” on you. Soon he’s pretty much obsessed with you and always frames it as him hating you so much. A “rivalry” in his words. It’s giving that image of that guy saying he hates anime meme. That’s him, but with you.
How dare you look so cute as you order a full on assault on his teammates, the way you bash other zombies with a mallet and you using those wall-nuts as bowling balls???? The fucking nerve. Such a stupidly adorable human. He hates you oh so much. not really >:3c
Goofy aaah yandere shenanigans ftw✨ Thank you Anon for your wonderful ideas, you’re awesome🩷💞
#the clown speaks#my writing#anon you’re cooking fr#you delightful genius#pvz au#fnf pico x reader#pico x reader#yandere zombie#goofy yandere#theyre so silly#I do plan to iron stuff out once I’ve got designs and plot sorted out#pico is definitely getting a different design
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yami ai [yandere] - Hot Yandere Singles Near You
synopsis: you click on a random pop-up ad and are visited by weird smiling man in suit.
genre: pure crack (like fr), fluff, tbh there's not really a plot
word count: 4.4k
warnings: implied stalking
Isn’t insomnia just the worst? Like, seriously? What’s the point of being a human being with antiquated thoughts and impressive cognitive and motor skills when your brain fights you on the most basic stuff. For example, like sleeping!!
You must’ve refreshed YouTube and Twitter over a thousand times. Over 8 billion people in the world and there’s no new content anywhere? You groaned and jumped back over onto Twitter, silently praying and pleading for something new to show up on your feed. Maybe a wacky billionaire got eaten by a mob of homeless people or maybe a news article about a Floridian doing something gross and outrageous and virtually impossible.
But nope. Nothing.
Not a single thing piqued your interest. You groaned again and looked at the time on your dimly lit phone. It was past 2 a.m. and you were bored out of your mind. You then lazily clicked on Google and sighed.
‘Maybe someone posted a new fanfic over something…’ you hoped. And even if there wasn’t a new fic uploaded you’ll just read the old ones you favorited. Perhaps reading something might put you to sleep.
As you were scrolling through your favorite ship tags, you were startled by a pop up ad covering up 90% of the screen and flashing emojis.
“Ugh… seriously?” you groaned. “They should make ad-blockers on phones for this shit.” You squinted at the bright lettering emanating from your phone even though it was at the lowest brightness setting.
⚠️(99+) Hot Yandere Singles NEAR YOU⚠️
Yandere’s…? Singles? Near me?
The pop-up ad had flashing peach, cherry, and eggplant emojis with a water splash emoji at the end to signify… well, you’re not sure what it was trying to signify. On the sides of the ad, it showed pictures of very gorgeous men and women, all striking suggestive poses. Underneath the title was a small summary that read. ‘These lonely desperate yanderes wanna meet you! They’ll most likely find you anyway, but wouldn’t you rather be the honey to a bee instead of a fly? Try it NOW for FREE!! No hookups! No catfishes! No sign ups!’ Then below that were a few empty boxes to fill out requiring your personal information.
"..."
Was this a porn ad?!
No way at 2:45 in the freaking morning did you just get a porn pop-up ad while googling mafia au fanfiction. This has to be some kind of joke. Maybe it was prank and someone was just fucking with you. And how and why would there be 99+ yanderes in your area?! You couldn’t be surrounded by that many psychos. Could you? Whatever the case may be, it was now past 2 a.m. and as the rule of life states ‘Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.’. You don’t know if it was the lack of sleep or just reckless curiosity, but you gave your shoulders a shrug and mumbled a ‘fuck it’ as you put in your information. Your name, number, gender, age, preferred sex, email, and mailing address. As you clicked submit and continued scrolling, you gave very little thought about how this would go down.
On one hand, the ad turns out to be real and you get a partner out of this. Or
You get quartered, stalked, doxxed, and murdered like the dumbass you are for putting your personal info into a sketchy porno-like pop-up on Google.
Or, it turns out to be a prank and some asshole sitting in a basement has a good laugh at you.
Meh. You’ll deal with it in the morning.
*****
You were jolted awake with the sound of rapid knocking coming from your front door. You groaned into your pillow as you tried to ignore the person desperately wanting your attention from outside your apartment. You finally got some sleep only for it to get interrupted. Only minutes and minutes of continued knocking without any signs of letting up, you decide to get up and shoo away whoever it was. You wearily grabbed your phone to check the time.
8:02 a.m.
You huffed as you stormed towards the front door.
“If this a fucking Jehova’s Witness, I swear to god…” you grumbled. You swung open the door and threw the person a harsh glare, only to be met with popping sounds as confetti flew in your face.
“Good morning, my dear darling~!! Are you ready to begin on the road to happiness and love?” the stranger shouted a far too happy tone for 8 in the morning.
You took a step back in shock, fully awake as you waved and dusted the confetti from your face and hair. You looked the strange man up and down. He was smiling ear to ear and wore an expensive looking suit to warm for the summer weather. A briefcase stood right beside him along with dozens of other party poppers and a white plastic bag filled with brown bottles with oddly enough no labels on them. You looked at the man’s face. He was surprisingly attractive and without a single flaw anywhere. His hair was jet black and shined a very prominent gloss. You were honestly kind of embarrassed to be seen by him when you looked like such a mess. The man let out a chuckle.
“Oh my.” he said, gently putting his hand over his mouth with vague concern. “I hope I didn’t startle you too much. I probably should’ve sent you an email notifying you of the time I was coming. I’m sorry that must’ve been a troubling awakening.”
You quirked your eyebrow and took another step back, grabbing onto the doorknob so that you could slam it right in his face if things got too weird.
“And… you are?”
“Oh my, oh my. Where are my manners? How careless of me to assume.” The man bowed with a curtsy. “I am the ‘Matchmaker’. My job is to pair two people with their fated soulmate and give each of my clients their happily ever after. It’s very nice to meet you, (Y/N) (L/N).”
You felt a chill crawl down your spine. How’d this weirdo know your name?! You tried to close the door as fast as you could, but the ‘Matchmaker’ was even faster. He clicked his tongue at you, his smile unchanging, but his eyes seemed to harden his gentle tone.
“My, how rude. Is that any way to treat a guest?” He let out another chuckle. “You’ll never find love that way.”
“H-How did you know my name?” you stuttered.
Again, another chuckle. What was so funny? “My dear~. You gave it to me.”
What the hell was he talking about? How could you have given this creep your name? Was he a stalker? A junkie? Noticing the confusion on your face, the man spoke up again.
“Oh my dear. Do you really not remember?” he asked, tilting his head in feign innocence. “You filled out an ad to meet singles in your area. And here I am, coming to fulfill that ad.”
You eased up on the tension you had on the door and tilted your head in surprised confusion. “That was a real ad?”
The man stood up tall and smiled earnestly again. “Of course. However, you are the first person to actually fill out that ad. Really, this is more of a celebration to both of us.”
Huh, so the pop-up ad was real.
Not a prank.
And now there’s a psycho standing at your front door promising you a partner from an actual yandere.
“I honestly thought it was a prank. I mean… yanderes? Isn’t that just an anime thing?”
“Oh, I assure you my darling.” he said with a snide smirk. “Yanderes are real. And when they heard about signing up, it was like tossing chicken in a sea of alligators. All clamoring to be the first person to take a bite.”
Okay, gross but kind of sweet.
“May I come in?”
“Huh?”
“Well, my dear. It would be easier to come in and talk through the process of how this goes instead of standing here.”
“Oh, um… Suuuree-”
“Great! My my darling~. What a lovely home. Very well decorated.” The man quickly strided into your house and made himself comfortable in your living room, looking as if he was analyzing every detail about your house.
Richard Chase would’ve loved your dumbass.
You shut the door and followed him into your own apartment and offered him a seat on your couch. Might as well, right? You’ve gone this far and you're still alive.
“Umm…” you hesitantly shifted from one foot to another. “Do you… um… want some coffee maybe? Or tea? Maybe a glass of water? If you haven;t eaten breakfast yet, I whip you up something.”
Yeah, sure. Feed the man with only a title for a name and waltzed right into your house after showing up after you put in your personal information into a random pop-up ad at 3 a.m. promising you a happy life with hot single yanderes in your area. You are the pinnacle of human genius. The apex of natural selection. The creme de la creme of common sense. Charles Darwin would be so impressed.
“How thoughtful. Just coffee would be fine. Thank you.”
After brewing a quick pot, you sat across from the man facing him heads on and gently slid him his steaming cup. After a while of taking little sips in weird silence, he spoke up again.
“Before we continue, I’d just like to say: Thank you so much for applying for this wonderful opportunity!! Not many people would click on an ad requiring doxxing information to meet their soulmates! Again, congrats on being our number one willing client!”
“Willing client?” you asked.
“Well, of course! For some reason, humans seem to really love the idea of a yandere until there’s one standing on their front porch!” he laughed.
“Humans? I’m sorry. Are you not human, Mr…?”
“Ah ah! No need for formalities! Just ‘The Matchmaker’ or simply ‘Matchmaker’.
“Oh, so… you don’t have a true name? Or is that just a title?”
“Oh darling~.” he sang sweetly. “That’s none of anyone’s fucking business, is it?”
Your eyes widened and let out a nervous chuckle. “Okay, got it! Just Matchmaker. Lovely name. Adore it. In fact, I love when strange mysterious men only give a title for a name.” What the hell does that even mean? You had no idea what you were saying anymore.
“Heh, smart cookie.” He winked. “Shall we begin?”
“Um, yeah, so… how does this work exactly?” you finally asked.
“Simple, my dear darling. Think of this as an ordinary matchmaking appointment. I have a stack of potential soulmates all ready to meet you. I have the same information about them that I also have of you. Each potential soulmate also has a picture so if you don’t really feel up to meeting face-to-face just yet you can look over the picture and see who captures your heart.”
“Face-to-face? So these guys have my picture too?” “Of course! And might I say, those pictures don’t do you justice. In all my years in this business, I’ve never seen such an obsession and overload of potential soulmates for just one person.”
You lightly blushed. “I-I don’t know about that… I barely got any sleep last night so I probably look like a zombie right now…”
“Au contraire, Darling. You look absolutely stunning. If I weren’t such a professional I would burn all these forms and claim you as my one and only~.”
You felt your entire face flush red as the Matchmaker pierced your soul with his longing gaze. It felt like he was staring into your very essence – like he could read you like a book. You nervously cleared your throat and shifted your eyes away, hoping to bring down your blush.
“S-So! Um… should we get started?” you stuttered, internally kicking yourself for being so easily flustered by a couple of smooth words. Ted Bundy would’ve had a field day with your dumbass.
“Ready whenever you are, my dear.” The Matchmaker set his briefcase on your coffee table and pulled out a single form and slid it over towards you. “Let’s start off with an easy one.”
You looked at the form along with the picture of a very attractive man paperclipped to the paper. According to the form, his name is Hamazawa Akita. He was in his early 20’s, had a varying array of hobbies from hiking to scuba diving, and was very much in love with you.
“Well, what do you think?”
“Hm, well, he’s very cute. And very active.”
“Would you like to meet him?”
“Um, sure… is there a number I could call or…?”
“No need! We can bring him in right now.” The Matchmaker snapped his fingers and you whipped your head towards the front door where Akita strolled in, all smiles. You looked back over the Matchmaker. “Did I not lock my door? Wait. More importantly, how’d he get here?!”
The Matchmaker smiled. “My dear, when you’re in this business you pick up a few tricks.” He then turned his attention towards Akita who now stood in the middle of the living room. “No. 1 would you like to introduce yourself?”
Akita stood tall and his eyes seemed to beam directly at you. “My name is Hamazawa Akita. Ever since I saw your picture I’ve dreamed about sweeping you off your feet and claiming you all to myself!”
“So, like 8 hours ago?”
“Yes!! But those hours feel like years when being away from you.”
“Hmm.”
“So, what do you think? Are you feeling the butterflies?”
You looked up Akita up and down and your face twisted as if you’re deciding on whether or not to buy a car or a piece of clothing.
“Um, to be honest my guy. I’m not feeling it.”
“Huh?”
“Excuse me, my darling?”
“Weeeelllll…. I mean, don’t get me wrong! You’re very attractive and your words are sweet, but I don’t think I believe any of it. Like, you just admitted to wanting me all to yourself only 8 hours ago, but I don’t really feel anything. Not even a shiver.”
The Matchmaker and Akita both looked at each other like they weren’t really expecting that. With a quick wave of his hand, Akita slumped his shoulders and headed towards your front door. You shouted out an apology as the dejected suitor walked out.
“Well, I didn’t expect that. I don’t normally get such competent clients. At least those that get past kicking and screaming.” The Matchmaker grinned. You shrugged.
“I guess I just know what I like. All the anime I’ve watched kind of gives you that high standard of what makes a yandere a real yandere, y’know?”
He nodded. “I cannot agree more. Well, we have plenty more where that came from. Shall we continue?”
*****
Papers were strewn across your coffee table in an unorganized fashion as both you and your estranged guest were tired beyond belief. You had no idea how many hours had passed nor how many guests were in and out of your apartment. You’re honestly surprised none of your neighbors complained or called the police. Your apartment would’ve looked like a clown car if anyone had been watching from the outside. You honestly lost count after No. 256. You let out another yawn and laid on your side trying your best to keep your eyes open. Maybe 2 hours of sleep wasn’t enough for the multiple interviews you had to conduct today. Maybe your 9th grade biology teacher was right. Maybe you are going to die alone. A weary sigh brought you from your thoughts.
“My, my. You are definitely the most high standard client I’ve ever had. I didn’t think we’d get to the triple digits in just one day.”
You also sighed and sat up in your seat. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just… All these guys are cute and all, but they’re all lacking something. They’re either too forceful or not forceful enough. Too wimpy or too strong. Or too obsessed or just incredibly so lovesick that I feel like they’d fall in love with just about anyone who’d be willing. Ugh, why can’t this be simpler like adopting an animal?” You groaned. You also hadn’t thought this would take this long. You didn’t really think of yourself as having high standards until today. Until today, you’d be happy with anyone close to you in age and with a heartbeat. Who knew picking out a yandere soulmate would be so challenging. And who knew that there’d be so many willing participants! The Matchmaker reached into his briefcase and pulled another stack of forms and slid them over to you. There must be at least over a hundred papers in front of you. How did he have so many?!
“How about we switch things up, hm? You’ll look over the papers and when you see someone that catches your eye, I’ll bring him in.” He made it sound like you were adopting a dog or a cat. But if this made it go any faster, you were willing to try.
After about 3 more stacks of papers, you were starting to lose hope and patience. When you got to the last few papers, you stopped dead in your tracks. Woah baby!
“Woah baby!” you exclaimed.
“Did you find someone you like?” The Matchmaker asked hopefully.
“Oh yeah. This guy.” You showed him the paper. He furrowed his brows a little.
“Are you sure? I don’t think I remember this man. His name and face don’t seem familiar.”
“Really? Maybe he’s a late entry or something?”
Matchmaker stroked his chin in thought. “I’ll go check it out. Be right back, dear. I’m very sorry for this inconvenience.”
You waved off his apology with a smile and he left your apartment. You then leaned back with a groan. You just wanted to find your ‘soulmate’ or whatever and move on with this day. You closed your eyes for a second and waited patiently for Matchmaker to come back.
Tap tap tap
Just like deja vu, you were awoken by rapid knocking. Except this time it wasn’t coming from your front door.
Tap tap tap tap
It sounds like it’s coming from… your window?
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
You quickly got up and walked towards your window and opened it.
“Woah!” You jumped back a little as you were met face to face with the man that you had picked out and that the Matchmaker went to go find.
‘Wow… he’s even cuter in person!!’
He let out a delicious chuckle and gave you a charming smile.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, darling~. Hehe, though I think that fear in your eyes was worth it. So adorable~.” For the second time today, a complete weirdo stranger has made you blush. Wait…
“Wait! I don’t have a balcony and I’m on the third floor. How’d you-?” You peeked over the window to see if he was pulling a Criss Angel.
“I have incredible grip strength~.” he winked.
“Oooh I’m sure~.” you swooned. For a weirdo, he was a smooth talking weirdo.
“Oh, I got these for you, sweetheart~.” He pulled himself up and sat on your windowsill and pulled out a bouquet of roughly cut flowers from behind him. You gasped and grabbed them, giving them a smell.
“These are my favorite!! How did you know? I don’t think that was one of the pieces of info required for the Matchmaker.” you asked.
The stranger chuckled. “Easy. I never filled out that stupid application.”
You looked up from your flowers and titled your head like a confused puppy.
“I already know everything about you. I don’t need a stupid piece of paper to tell me what I already know about you. Like, how I know that you have secret sweets hidden all throughout your room. Or that whenever you have a good day you love to sing Stray Kids.”
He inched closer to you as you backed up further into the room.
“You won’t eat frozen pizza, but every so often you eat a lobster roll from a food truck from Gary on Main St.. You have life destroying evidence of your boss that you’re planning on using on your last day. You’ve seen the Barbie movie 5 times. And…”
You felt your legs hit the couch and tried to keep yourself from falling onto your back like a defenseless turtle.
“Your favorite anime is… Dar-” You quickly covered the stranger’s mouth with a furious blush.
“I only watch it ironically!! I don’t love it! It’s not my favorite!” you quickly clarified. The gravity of the situation was made perfectly clear after that. This man really knew all about you. Honestly, you’re so loud that you’re pretty sure that people on the ground outside could hear you singing. And you don’t really pay attention to your surroundings so it's easy for someone to know that you eat from a food truck every other week at specific times. But, knowing your favorite secretly watched anime?
“W-Who… are you?” you stuttered. You’re pretty sure you already knew the answer.
He laughed and you felt his lips brush against your fingers. You blushed and tried to pull back, only to be stopped by his hands.
“Sweetie~. You already know who I am.” He grabbed the paper from the stack and put it next to his face. “See? I’m Yami Ai. Your soulmate.”
Before you could even process what was happening, you were gently pushed onto the couch with Yami hovering over you holding your hands beside your head. You couldn’t stop the blush erupting from your neck to your face. Your heart was beating way too fast and your stomach felt jumpy and queasy. Butterflies.
You cleared your throat. “Um… so, if you didn’t fill out a form then how come The Matchmaker had your profile and picture? And why didn’t you use the front door?”
Yami smirked and leaned in closer. “It’s pretty simple to pull off when your apartment does security checks on new guests entering the building.”
“But, my apartment doesn’t–” you stopped. “Ooooh… So you impersonated a security guard, slipped your profile and info into his briefcase, and were planning on showing up as one of the potential singles? That’s… convoluted. But, smart.” You shrugged. “And since you obviously knew which floor I was on and which window was mine, I assume you’ve been watching me for a while and were watching me last night when I couldn’t sleep?”
Yami laughed again. “You are so smart~. You really catch on quickly, don’t you?”
You shrugged again with a nervous smile. “W-Well, obviously not smart enough to not put in my personal info and have strange men come in and out of my apartment.”
Yami was quick to turn his gentle smile into a hard, harsh frown. His grip on your wrists grew tighter and you winced under the force he placed in you.
“You know, my darling. It’s partially my fault. If I hadn’t backed out and taken you that night, you’d never be in this situation. With those men eyeing you up and down like you were theirs. Having that smiling freak calling you ‘dear’ and ‘darling’ when only I can call you that. I was planning on getting rid of the competition, but you did that for me.”
Yami loosened his grip and lifted you up, staring into your eyes. You blushed again.
“Rejection after rejection. Some guys didn’t even get 2 words out before you turned away. Of course my darling would only want the most perfect man. Isn’t that right, darling~?”
“Hehehe~” you leaned in with a giggle. “You’re so sweet~.”
You are such a baby for flattery.
*****
“My dear darling, I’m so very sorry for the inconvenience. I didn’t mean to be gone for so long, but I could not find this person you–” Matchmaker explained, rushing in and stopping dead in his tracks when he saw both you and Yami, the man who left 30 minutes ago to go find, eating breakfast in the living room.
Sitting in his lap.
And feeding each other.
“Oh! Matchmaker!” you exclaimed, quickly swallowing your food. You didn’t notice Yami tightening his grip on your waist nor did you notice the cold glare and tense atmosphere enveloping the room. “Look who I found~.”
“I see…” he said hesitantly.
“He climbed up the building and came in through the window.”
“My~. How romantic~.” he sang. “So, I take it that you are satisfied with your soulmate? Or… do you wish to continue searching?” he asked teasingly. Before Yami could say anything, you quickly spoke again.
“Yep! I’m sure.” You ruffled Yami’s hair and nuzzled up against him. “I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else.” Yami hugged you closer to his chest as you giggled. “Plus, he makes the most amazing breakfast in the world, so extra points!” you cheered. You reached out towards the Matchmaker’s briefcase.
“Here you go! I put all the papers back in for you.”
Matchmaker quickly walked over and grabbed his briefcase along with your hand. “Well, my dear. It’s been an honor. You are truly the most remarkable and memorable client I have ever had.” he said with a bow and made his way towards the door. However, before leaving he chuckled and looked back at the both of you. “Although, it’s a shame,” he sighed. “Maybe if I had stayed, I would’ve snatched you up myself.”
And with a final loud laugh, The Matchmaker disappeared, but not before Yami stood up to lounge and attack the fleeting man like a guard dog. You snorted and caressed his face to calm him down. “Relax, Yami. He’s just joking.”
“Well, I hated his joke. Fuckin’ freak…” he grumbled. “And it’s Ai. You’re mine now. You should get used to calling each other by our first names.”
You smiled and leaned against him. “Okay, Ai. Whatever you say.”
“And if a man comes to the door, never EVER answer it, got it!”
“Mhm.”
“I’m serious, darling. I’ll gouge their eyes out right in front of you.”
“Yes sir.”
The rest of your life was going to be very interesting. Suck it, Ms. Braxton. I guess you’re the one dying alone. Because you have a yandere boyfriend! And she has gonorrhea. Bitch.
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a/n: this is so shit. i'm so sorry that i've been MIA for a while. work has been pretty crazy and i haven't really felt much motivated to write. however, i'm trying to get back into it now. with this goofy shit. kind of a joke piece, but i needed to write something silly and not serious at all to relax. (also i've been writing since 4 a.m., so...) anyways, i'm going to try and update regulary or at least post something.
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Hello! I was wondering if you could do another part to the Yakuza x reader where reader gets kidnapped by an enemy or a rival gang, I NEED to see Daitou go insane with the need to protect reader
I'd really appreciate this but no pressure! <3
This is exactly the plot I’ve been planning for some time now and I just started working on it. It’s a little difficult, juggling between original works, fanfiction and finishing requests that have been sitting in my drafts for a long time now, but currently I’m going with whatever my brain allows as I’ve been lamentably struck by acute insomnia since Saturday.
I may not be able to sleep, but my dumb humor perseveres. Here’s a silly preview doodle for the 5th yakuza part featuring a terrified, kidnapped reader.
#I’m slowly embracing the fact that my readers are goofy like that#yandere yakuza#yakuza x reader#doodle
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Give me the cannibal family ideas plssss
🥺🥺🥺
Here is like the general concept while i see about writing the actual fic!! (Trigger warnings: cannibalism!! Toxic relationships, potential harm to reader, death mention)
Familly that is already yandere for eachother, so when the youngest meets reader they aren't very happy!! The plan is to just kill and eat reader, so their youngest really learns that they shouldn't be making friends with food!
Eventually though, the family realizes that reader might be perfect to adopt instead. You're all alone in a little town far from anyone that knew you... momma does like to cook, another mouth to feed wouldn't hurt any! You can be part of a big happy family, sugar, just don't fight too much <33
#famial yandere#platonic yandere#forced age regression#yandere age regression#yandere agere#platonic yandere x reader#forced agere#yandere x reader#you've got mail! 📨#they are such goofy weirdos!!#and scary#but they love each other at least :)
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*slowly move over to your blog like a giant boulder(yes this is a SpongeBob meme reference)* can I get some Bradley upper crust iii headcannons?
I saw this coming from a mile away-
INCEL INCEL INCEL
He’s a self-centered jerk
The only way he noticed you is if you’re competition to him
Why would he care about some nobody? Be fr
So, with you being competition (whether for skating or school or whatever), he hates you and his hatred turns to obsession
He wants you to be friends with him, in his inner circle
If you are the best of the best, then you belong with him
If you reject his offer, his obsession becomes worse
There’s no way you’d reject him tho- No, besides he wouldn’t accept it
Maybe you’re intimidated by him- of course, that explains it
He gets it. He can be ‘scary’ along with his frat brothers
So, he’ll approach you in a ‘less’ intimidating manner
You still want nothing to do with him
GOD IT INFURIATES HIM!!!! YOU HAVE TO LIKE HIM
He’s not above kidnapping- Who said that????
He’ll try and impress you in hopes that will get you to like him
Maybe if he seems nice, you’ll like him?
It doesn’t work very well, because he can’t hide his true self for very long
He’s just kind of an ass overall
You get annoyed with his antics and stalking and ask him what it’ll take for him to leave you alone
“Hang out with me- That’s all.” He gestures to himself in a holier than thou way
“Hang out… with you?” You point to him, confusion laced in your voice
“Yes. That’s all.”
You consider it before sighing and agreeing
If it’ll make him leave you alone, what harm could a few hours do with a guy named Bradley?
#bradley uppercrust iii#bradley x reader#goofy movie#extremely goofy movie#incel x reader#bradley uppercrust iii x reader#yandere disney#disney x reader#disney
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☆ decadence divine [ act I ]
{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k
ARLECCHINO
Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.
She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.
They weren't making it easy, however.
Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.
Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.
Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.
All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.
"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."
Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.
Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.
NEUVILLETTE
Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.
Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.
He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.
Now a masquerade.
He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.
So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.
Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.
No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.
Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?
He dares not ponder.
Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.
"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.
"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..
He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.
"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.
He had waited too long.
No longer.
FURINA
Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.
But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..
They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.
Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.
They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.
But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.
Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.
She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.
Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.
But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.
"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.
Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.
Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.
She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.
"But if you want to make it up to me.."
#genshin impact#genshin impact yandere#genshin yandere#neuvillette x reader#yandere neuvillette#yandere neuvillette x reader#arlecchino x reader#yandere arlecchino#yandere arlecchino x reader#furina x reader#yandere furina#yandere furina x reader#fic tag#pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic#aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage#esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy#not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing#furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley#vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check.#a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down#its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying..........#only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her.................#also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf#no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up..#yet#anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you#and make you owe her#two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight)#also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye#also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay
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Ok sorry but on my actual freak shit I cannot get this post outta my head until I actually write it and we can all suffer together--
*in an obnoxiously pink voice* New from Mattel, it's platonic yandere Best Friends Forever Ken! This personified golden retriever doesn't MIND being stuck in the Kenzone! He's down for anything, any time, any place, even on girls' night, because what's more feminist than being there to support you at all times, even when you don't actually want him to?
Helping you apply sunscreen at the beach, sitting next to you on amusement park rides, taking you to the movies and talking the whole time, he's got you! Every night is sleepover night! Every night! Forever and ever!
Just don't let him see you talking to Ken! He's no good and looks at you weird! And Ken is bad too! And you know what, Barbie is just taking up TOO much of your time! And Barbie, and Barbie, and, you know what, Allan is fine though. He's just Allan.
Best Friends Forever Ken! Don't try to replace him! Boundaries NOT included!
#yandere x reader#he was so. fucking jealous and childish and campy and goofy lmao#yandere barbie#the sacrilege at my fingertips as i typed that#dance the night is an actual fucking bop though i dont care whos watching i would dance a musical number to that lmao
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Venti x Airheaded! Windblume 🍃
Imagine Venti is so in love with you, his Windblume(he has called you this at least 483848474 times) yet you are just so incredibly dense and air-headed, in the likes of an anemo slime. (even though he has been so, so PAINFULLY obvious about his pursuit for you…)
So, it takes him almost kidnapping you, taking you someplace…special, let’s say, maybe an underground cave, the spires of StormTerrors lair, etc…
And him, as he always does, taking out his trusty lyre. And then, performs a special poem- just as he already has done so, so many times before…
But this time, the “lyrics” are simply him explaining what exactly he would like to do to you in crisp, clear detail.
Everything.
(He even gives you a program- this piece is divided into 39 acts, all a minimum of 10 minutes each. He is benevolent enough to include printed lyrics and their translations)
You say this display is blasphemous of him? A bit foward? Brash?
(He agrees. Do you know how many kegs of dandelion wine it took him to be even barely inebriated enough to actually do this?)
But it wouldn’t have needed to be done if someone didn’t have the brain of an anemo slime!!!
#venti#beloved of the anemo archon#venti x reader#genshin#cringe#genshin impact#genshin venti#genshin imagines#venti x you#venti x windblume#windblume#yandere venti#yandere genshin x reader#goofy#husband venti#hot Venti#hot genshin#too tame tbh#venti smut#but Venti writes the smut#and then prays to idrk that you take a hint#desperate#yandere barbatos x reader#yandere barbatos#lord barbatos#Barbatos
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For both botw and totk, I've had this odd habit overall where once I've done every single mission possible and basically completed the game, I leave the kork seed puzzles alone beyond the minimal needed so I had an excuse to continue playing. By the end I've ended up slowlt finding every puzzle bit by bit to extend more time on the game and feeding link good food/getting him to rest regularly between each discoverable one and entirely traveling to them on foot to re-explore the games map again for nostalgias sake. I always felt so horrible how exhausted he possibly felt constantly functioning at 100% at all times. :( the korok puzzles at this point is just a reason for me to spoil the absolute heck out of him. I always couldn't help but wonder if he'd get joy out of the extended time or not. The thought overall always made me giggle.
(Btw you're an absolutely incredible creator and writer, and the time and effort you put into your works and community is awe inspiring. I hope you're staying safe and well especially! Thank you for the time you give us <3)
Honestly that is a really good way to keep on playing (especially since neither of them have a new game+ or hero's mode like the rest of the games) I think he'd really appreciate the fact that you don't want to fully complete the game in order to spend more time with him!!! You like being around him and want to do it more than what the game really intentionally allows
I think that both of those links are more than a bit messed up from their stint in the sheika juice (hence why they can go so long without sleep) but like the others they more than appreciate a good nap there's also the whole thing of them not being 'real' and not needing anything a living person would but ehhhh what difference does that make The fact that you're treating them like they need to eat and sleep is so !!!!!! You make him feel real, and you keep coming back and keeping him out of the void!!!
theres nothing else he could really ask for that would be possible to give you, well besides your touch, but it's not like he'll be able to get that any time soon.
(Thank you for the kind words too!! I absolutely adore this community and most of the people it's allowed me to meet so I'm happy to be able to give back in anyway I can <33 and it's so lovely to get anything like this 💖 I'm staying safe and I hope you are too anon!!)
#used to know the botw map better than the palm of my hand#could not navigate for shit in totk#it was BAD#compliments like this just make me so flustered and goofy#like??? omg thank you so much for it#you're so sweet and I don't even know how to respond#doesn't help that it's pretty rare that I have to respond#makes the fluster even worse o////o#moss✦answers#linked universe x reader#yandere linked universe x reader#yandere linked universe#link x reader#yandere link#linked universe#very sweet anon <3#self aware au#self aware loz#lu tears
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Sort of an alternative to this, set in an au where Yuu has magic (Rollo is somehow much worse) - cw: rollo, yandere-ish, implied torture (but vague, you can imagine what you like)
You are kind, Rollo thinks. Lovely and kind.
It’s a shame, really, how disgusting that seed of magic inside of your body makes you.
He should’ve known better. He was usually more careful, taking note of each and every detail of those around him. Knowing their names, their backgrounds - whether or not they were clean - all before he’s met them. And yet, your use of magic seemed to slip through the cracks.
Only after your polite chats and beguiling morning walks in the school garden had he realized. You were the same as them.
His precious companion - a deviant user of the perverted art form called magic.
It’s not right. Your soul is meant to be good and pure and holy. The two of you are twin flames, after all. Why else would he feel this inexplicable attraction to someone so evidently repulsive?
You’re meant to be, and Rollo cannot be with someone so vile.
He knows that deep down there’s something there. Something in you that he can work with. He’ll do what he needs to, flay layer after layer of foul sin and mold you into the perfect little being you were always been meant to be. Before that sickness got you.
In a way, he’s like your guardian angel. All he can do is hope to expel the magic evil inside of you, taking away the unholy influence leading you astray. Not to worry. Rollo knows he can set you on the path of righteousness again.
He’s fine being the recipient of your ire, at least for a while. Once his treatment begins to work, once he strips the magic from your body, you’ll see. He’s sure of it. Your hatred will turn to love once you realize he’s always done what’s best for you.
Even if it means you hate him.
#how was he even more goofy than i imagined in the event lmao#twst x reader#rollo flamme x reader#yandere rollo#rollo flamme#yandere twst#yandere#tw: yandere#twst#twisted wonderland
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may i present yandere marware? 👉👈
one-sided, mutual pining, take your pick! it's up for interpretation(mostly cause i can't decide lol)
Mutual pining in this situation is so crazy to me(/j) kinda like…
Mario: This crazy guy kidnapped me
Mario: But he kinda cute tho-
Mr. Puzzles becoming a yandere for Mario is so fun. I saw @originallymarysue (I forget the name of the blog you posted it on Originally sorry) make a jokefic where Mario was the yandere for Mr. Puzzles and it was something that kept me hooked and laughing.
But Mr. Puzzles becoming so obsessed with Mario is so canon tho. Man literally stalked Mario and stole his freaking mustache. I can see him getting to this point of obsession over him.
I love this idea so much. One-sided or mutual pining are awesome I can see why you’re indecisive about it! If this is a more serious AU? One-sided. If it’s more jokey, then mutual pining would be fantastic.
It’s up to you in the end man! I’d love this thing to death either way! :D
#blue strawberry’s answers#smg4#smg4 au#yandere Marware#marware#smg4 mr puzzles#smg4 mario#these two are so goofy#but then again I can also see it being mutual pining in a serious situation too because this is freaking MARIO we’re talking about here
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Yandere Miguel O'Hara with a Duplicating!S/O (via Yellow Cosmic Stone)
If anyone has seen that one clip from Kid Cosmic where Papa G is building, then you'll understand why I came up with this idea. Plus, the Papa G Stomp goes hard. On another note, I'm still trying to find a way to make Shadow Wizard Money Gang S/O exist. Shadow Spider Money Gang, perhaps?
TW: mentions of the following: NSFW, stalking, and murder
The mere existence of said stone is enough to give the Spider-Man a migraine
Will it disrupt the canon? Where the hell do they even come from? The fact that it's the yellow cosmic stone instead of the cosmic stone implies that there are multiple in existence, so where are the rest of them? Will those stones disrupt the canon?
After all, if one stone is able to give you the incredibly powerful ability of duplication, who knows what these other stones are capable of!
You will be interrogated about how the stone came into your possession, there's no doubt about that
From then on, Miguel will have two goals: preserve the spider-verse and contain all the stones (as he considers them to be "anomalies")
Lyla will for sure be working day and night to determine the true nature of these cosmic stones
He will try to take the yellow cosmic stone from you as well
Depending on how much you enjoy your power of duplication, he won't be getting it anytime soon though
Now, what he thinks of you depends on your reaction to his affection, so let's get into that!
Against It:
To put it bluntly, you're a pain in Miguel's ass. He still loves you though despite that
You will be kept in his room or be monitored by him or a person he trusts (like Lego Spider-Man)
He'll also look into ways to neutralize your power if he isn't able to take the stone from you
Should you escape from him, he'll order any iteration of you to be brought back to him with minimal damage
(I generally headcanon Miguel to be gentle with his S/O, regardless of their situation, and would only hurt them unless it's absolutely necessary, even then he'll try not to hurt them too much)
Since the guy has "observed" (*cough* *cough* he monitored and stalked you *cough* *cough*) you in the past, it doesn't take long for him to realize the difference between the real you and your clones: the real you wears the stone in the form of a ring
After that revelation, any clones of yours start to serve a different purpose while he and a specific group of Spider-People search for the real you
Should the clone be extremely submissive, Miguel would "experiment" with it before ultimately killing it as humanely as possible
(This is how he discovers his breeding kink as well as how arousing you can be when you're in an apron, among other things)
Should the clone be extremely rebellious, he will rough it up a bit, but not enough to make it disappear, and let it go to deliver a message to you: "Stop being childish and come back to me, mi amor. I only want what's best for you."
However, if the clone strikes a perfect balance between the two, he'll essentially air his grievances onto it and kill it afterwards
"Cariño, why do you do this to me? I love you so much, yet you continually refuse me. Don't you know that I will do anything for you? I will destroy hundreds of universes if it means you will stay with me."
"Uh, excuse me?"
Miguel does not feel any guilt towards killing your clones, by the way
To him, they're just imposters or cheap imitations that can't compare to the real you
Though he will never admit it, he does resent them to an extent
They're your clones, literal duplicates of you, yet they fail to recreate that je ne sais quoi that makes you you and instead dare to degrade your smile and your presence
Miguel only loves you, not some fake
And he doesn't know how long he can last without the true you in his life again.
Fine With It:
You're definitely granted a lot more freedom if you're fine with or reciprocates his love, such as being allowed to roam the base
Although, you're still not allowed to use the stone unless you absolutely have to
However, he'll (begrudgingly) let it slide if you use your duplicates to help around the base or even his dimension
Unknowingly, this makes some other Spider-People, as well as some civilians, yandere for you, but Miguel ensures that they know their place (Plus, that's a story for another time)
Don't think that your good deeds aren't rewarded though since he'll definitely reward you with whatever you want afterwards
However, helping him on missions is a definitive "no," and that's non-negotiable
I think, regardless of what powers you have, Miguel would never put you in danger by having you help on missions
He cannot bear to lose you. He wants you safe and that means staying back in his dimension
#yandere miguel o'hara#yandere male#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere spiderverse#miguel o'hara x reader#why did i write this#i'm a bit goofy ngl#this crossover doesn't even make sense
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Butcher's Vanity Yichen... I love this song...
#yandere#yandere oc#how do I tag this idk the title of the story yet#yincel#good enough#also goofy bnuy watermark til I make smthing better
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So hey y'all. I died, but I got better hehehe HAAA!! (Clash of Clans / personal joke reference go brrrrr)
So anyway, I got sudden inspiration for a very specific scenario with a Yandere Subspace x Reader who tried to run away with a faulty Biograft
Idk man it just popped into my head LMAO
Anyway I might make a part two, depends on how this turns out!
Yandere Subspace X Reader who tried to run away with a faulty Biograft!
(TW: Needles, Drugging, Being held Forcefully, Murder, Yandere Shit, Maybe OOC Subspace, been a while since I've written)
“NO!” You shouted, unable to move. You struggled in the functioning Biografts grip.
You watched as Subspace, the man who claimed to love you, ripped away the life of the only thing you could call a friend.
His hands viciously ripped the circuits out of the defective Biograft, your friend. The person who was going to get you out of this terrible situation. The situation that was probably going to get a lot worse from here.
After letting out his rage on the poor Biograft, Subspace stayed still for a few, long moments. He then started to slowly get up from his seated position on top of the deceased Biograft. Once standing, he slowly looked over to where you were being held. His gas mask was slightly off of his face, to where you could see his deranged, half rotted smile. Unfortunately, he wasn't smiling with joy or excitement. He was smiling with pure rage. He was pissed, the most mad he's ever been with you. He started walking towards you with a face pace, speeding up with each step, until face to face with you. He stared at you, with those unhinged, pink eyes. Subspace then spoke.
“Oh.. my! It looks like you might be regretting your decision!!” he cupped your chin and tilted it to face him, forced to directly look him in the eyes.
You tried to struggle but the Biograft had too strong of a hold on you, Subspace was just watching with an amused expression.
“Sweetie… you know this Biograft is stronger than that pathetic one!” He looked over and angrily pointed at the diseased Biograft, the faulty one. The one who thought they could take you away from HIM. What an idiot! He really needs to work on the code, to make sure this never happens again.
Subspace looks back at you, frowning. He puts his gas mask back on, straightens it, and sighed.
“My love..” He started, but you interrupted him with a yell.
“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!? WHY DO YOU WANT TO RUIN MY LIFE?! I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU!” You shouted, in complete rage, in complete agony. Tears started forming in your eyes, and soon fell down your face in a constant stream.
He looked at you, his eyes seemed enraged for a moment, then seemed calm. He put his hand over your mouth, stopping you from yelling any more.
“Y/N… you know I'm just doing this for your safety, correct?” He keeps saying that, always trying to convince you he's trying to help you, keep you safe. He then wiped some of the tears away from your cheeks, and ran his hand through your hair.
You couldn't do anything, struggling wouldn't help, so you just gave up. Subspace noticed this, how your body went limp in Biografts grip.
“Biograft, let her go. She's calm enough now!” he snapped at the bot. The Biograft released its hold on you, and you fell down into Subspace’s arms. He looked down at you, it seemed as if he was smiling. He sat down with you in his arms, taking you into a full hug.
He hummed a small tune, trying to calm you down further. Running his hands through your hair, he then spoke.
“Let's go back home, okay?” He paused, trying to figure out what to say next. “I know today has been rough for you, but you can't leave me. All I do.. it's for your own safety!! I know that faulty Biograft was important to you, but it would hurt you. It WAS hurting you!”
“But it-” You tried to speak, but he interrupted you with a “shh”.
“Darling, just relax now, okay? This might hurt a teeny tiny bit, but you'll wake up feeling all better!”
Before you could protest, he stabbed a needle into your arm, and within a few seconds, your vision went black.
As he stared at you in his arms, his glare came back. He looked back at the defective Biograft, wishing it could just come back to life, so he could kill it all over again. And again. And again.
He looked back at you, still glaring. How stupid of you, to think you could leave him, with a faulty Biograft helping you! No, never. He'll never let this happen again.
NEVER.
#phighting x reader#subspace x reader#yandere subspace#Yandere Subspace x Reader#x reader#having a goofy moment lmao#tw yandere#anyway have a good day
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Yandere prompts day 15
15: “Where are you going without us? You know that’s not allowed”
Featuring: Kazuha and Tomo
TW: Stalking, manipulation, slight overprotectiveness/clinginess
If there was one power couple duo that shouldn't be messed with in Inazuma it was Kazuha and Tomo. Not only were the two inseperable, but they also were vision holders? Cool as fuck.
Sorry, did I say vision holders I think I meant: Stalkers. Hardcore stalkers.
Maybe it was just the power of anemo but you've never heard Kazuha's footsteps, yet he's always just behind you. And this time you know it was just the power of electro because Tomo did NOT attempt to start a thunder storm for your attention with his bare hands.
They're both 'clingy in their own ways is how Kazuha would describe it, poets and romanticising things. Though Tomo going 'yeah. And?' with his whole body draped over you (not even in a purposefully melodramatic way) is also not a good response.
Weirdos.. Leave me alone please! You think. But, if it was that simple, you wonder how fast the Sakoku and Vision hunt decree would be abolished. 10 seconds tops maybe?
Kazuha and Tomo the people watchers strike again, watching you from a nearby tree! Call the police please! But, then again you wouldn't want them getting caught would you? They would get their visions stolen! You've heard horrible stories about that from Kazuha and Tomo seperately.
You're not going to be that unkind to them.
You open the window from your house to onlook their temporary "camp". Consisiting of two futons, you're still confused on why they're not absouletly filthy but it's Teyvat it's probably some magical force and one sword rack. They'll just freeload of you for the rest you're all neighbours after all, another wise quote from Tomo.
They're just sitting there, not talking. A bit creepy. But maybe they're enjoying the sunset? Veery unlikely
"Ah! Mornin' Y/N!" Tomo smiles at you cheerfully, he doesn't have the sharpest of eyes but since Kazuha was dead asleep it was you vs cat man. "Kaz, wake up!" Tomo starts shaking Kazuha awake excitedly. It takes a minute though contrasting with most peoples belief Kazuha's actually quite a heavy sleeper he just rarely gets any sleep.
Kazuha slowly awakes, he looks slightly majestic but that's besides the point. "Mn.. What is it?" He drowsily rubs his eyes and looks between both you and Tomo.
"Oday ouyay wantay otay askay emthay?" Tomo whispers to a confused-looking Kazuha, he usually did things like creating 'languages' or even worse foods that the two only understood.
"What are you saying, Tomo?" He gives Tomo a slight laugh, he must not remember.
"WE WENT OVER THIS LAST NIGHT, KAZ." Tomo half yells, melodramatically feigning hurt.
"I wasn't listening." Kazuha smiles at Tomo patting his back, you hope they're not going to keep us this back and forth.
"Fine. I'll do it myself." Tomo clears his throat like he's going to say something really important or really dumb: "What are you doing this morning, because we were hoping you'd come to Sagonomiya with us!"
"I can't." You say matter of factly. You really can't, Yoimiya wanted to show you some of her fireworks.
"Why?" Tomo and Kazuha ask in sync, it seems Kazuha has half-caught onto the the drift now.
"Yoimiya wants me to help her test out something." You say to them.
"That's dangerous." Tomo frowns and tries to convince you to travel with them once again.
"Don't care." You start to get annoyed by their pushiness.
Kazuha finally having fully caught the drift says: "...Well Y/N. It's like this: You can't and won't go anywhere without us because it's not allowed."
"That's simple principal." Tomo adds. He reaches for your hand even though he is outside your house and just casually pulls you out the window Kazuha slightly bends the air in order to give you a soft landing.
Alright next stop Sangonomiya!
#bonus points if you understand what Tomo says#I did a slight different variation of the prompt because I had an idea I liked but the wording wouldn't of worked.#felt goofy while writing#yandere kazuha#yandere kazuha x reader#yandere kaedahara kazuha#yandere kaedehara kazuha x reader#yandere tomo#yandere tomo x reader#yandere kazuha x yandere tomo x reader#tomo and kazuha#fly high tomo-dachi
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Probably the most roughest sketch I’ve done in a long while holy hell
I didnt felt like coloring it in so I wanted to do a grayscale-shading (??) practice for him
Wally has been inflicting my mind probs ever since I drew him as Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle so there’s my excuse to draw Wally Darling as a human for a warmup digital sketch hahjdkcldk—
CW: staring intensely
#ghouul#welcome home#wally darling#my art#welcome home clown illustrations#welcome home arg#i finally figured out how to do the blending brush#procreate#it’s been decades since I drawn digitally#the hands look weird#HHANDKWMSKD#human wally darling#he’s so silly#writing and drawing makes me wanna laugh and cry at the same time#welcome home art#wally darling art#yandere wally darling#he’s just in a silly goofy mood#Ghouul artwork#fan art#apple to my eye 🍎
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