#gxmblinqueen

[merakiui]

bro that last ask thing u reblogged.. 😈😈

1- SEAGLASS im a little asshole and love to read fics where the reader is shared ✌️✌️ SUE ME seaglass was the first fic i ever read from u too so its like omg the perfect pick....

8- ur writing style is so goddamn sophisticated 😭😭 every word feels very purposeful if that makes sense? my writing (and most yan x reader fics i find on tumblr for the characters im into) is very simple and verb-focused for comedy's sake so whenever i find an author who uses descriptive, specific adjectives and themes im like 🗣📢 SAY IT LOUDER!!! WE LOVE WELL-CRAFTED, ARTIST FANFICTION!!!! u literally eat up every fic and even just ramblings abt ideas bc u go ham with descriptive words and imagery [dreamy sigh] lovely!

9- seaglass 2 BAHAHAHAHA im sitting on the sidelines reading ur jade sk posts and shit like "sooo good... well back to my merakiui roots" and re-read seaglass again BAHAHAHA anytime u post anything with floyd in it tho im like 🤤🤤 like theres no question as to whether or not im gonna drop everything and read it every time when u post new floyd stuff ykwim they go crazy

13- kinda BAHAHAHA i have a friend who found my old yan writing blog bc i ACCIDENTALLY REBLOGGED ONE OF UR FICS FROM MY REBLOG ON THE YAN ACCOUNT 💀💀 so not technically but in my heart yes....

ANYWAY i think ur fr one of the best writers on yan tumblr if not just in general bro 😭😭😭 continue eating it up SLAYY! ❤️

(ask game)

CHIPPPPPPP AAAAAAAAAA SENDING YOU A DOZEN HUGS AND KISSES WAAAAAAAA >w< you're too kind.... T_T <3

SEA GLASS YES.... >:) my first ever twst fic and the beginning of my spiral into Octavinelle hell. 😌 I'm so happy you like that fic so much!! I'm also weak for fics where the reader is shared and Octavinelle is such a fun group to write for with that dynamic!!!!!

ALSO ALSO!!!! My writing... Sophisticated?!?!?!?! Σ(°ロ°) I'm so flattered omg,,,, thank you for saying so!!!! I always do my best to eat up every prompt and concept, so I'm pleased it shows in my writing and overall style!! >0< if I don't describe even the smallest of details in a story or rambling, I will go crazy. orz I love love love writing descriptions so much.

The merakiui roots... PLEASE LOL I LOVE THAT!!! Thank you for looking forward to Sea Glass's sequel hehe!! I'm certain it will be a banger!!! >:D and thank you for liking my Floyd stuff!!!! He's so fun to write for. I go so feral for him,,,, he's on my mind all the time. I just love how Floyd he is. OTL so unhinged and silly and true to himself at all times. I'm honored you would be willing to read the Floyd posts right away aaaaaa!!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

OMG BEING FOUND FROM THE REBLOG??? T_T in my heart I will count it. ;;;; if it was an Octavinelle fic, I hope your friend enjoyed the fish LOLLLL. >:) everyone deserves to feast upon a delicious seafood buffet. (˘ ˘ ˘)

Truly, thank you so so so so SO SO SO MUCH for your sweet words and praise!!!!!! 💖💖💖 I'm happy you can consider me a good writer and that you can enjoy my work! I will continue to slay and devour!!! No crumbs will be left!!!! (`���ω･´)ゞ this is a merakiui promise!!!!!!!

[dark-pink-fantasy]

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[yandere-romanticaa]

ENFP GIRLES ❤️✌️✌️✌️ i saw ur reblog and we in this fr but what does 2w3 mean? i thought it was an emoji but then i was like that cant be right...

2w3 is an enneagram and you have 9 in total. The 3 in the end is my subtype, I can either be a 2w1 or a 2w3. Enneagram also sorta adds a different flavor to you as a whole, ENFP 7w6 is just not quite the same as ENFP 2w3. For enneagram the thing that defines you the most is your core I think, things that you value the most. For example, I'm a type 2 and type 2's are characterized by being very caring and selfish. And because my subtype is 3 I am just a bit more ambitious and outgoing than a 2w1.

[marveloustimestwo]

General Yandere The Spot Headcanons

Since you asked so nicely, @gxmblinqueen, here's your tag <3 Hope you like it!

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, stalking

I fully support the idea that Johnathan became obsessed with you before he ever became The Spot.

You were probably another scientist at Alchemax, likely working closely with him in some way. And he really, really liked you, probably more than what was considered healthy or normal. And can you blame him? You're just so wonderful and nice and smart.

He was rather awkward around you. Beforehand, Johnathan was just so nervous around you. He always wanted to tell you how he felt, but it never happened. He always chickened out before he could.

Then the accident happened. He became The Spot, and before he could talk to you again, he was shunned and rejected.

After seeing the reactions from his family and coworkers, he feared what you would say to him if you saw him. Would you be disguised in his appearance? Would you be scared of him?

So he started to stalk you instead of talking to you face-to-face. It was easier for him for a while. He kept on saying it was just until he was more confident in himself and his powers.

But he was awkward, as per usual. It was hard not to spot the weird humanoid figure of stark white with black holes covering him following you.

He would teleport in randomly behind you, and if you turned to look at him, Johnathan would just turn away and rub his hand on the back of his head.

Eventually, he would end up talking to you again. It would probably be on your way home from work and he'd follow you until he could get you alone.

He'd even have a bouquet of flowers with him, though the stems had been slightly crushed because of how nervous he felt.

Johnathan would be very apprehensive as he spills out everything that's happened. About the accident, what he's done since then, and that he truly doesn't mean you any harm. He just really, really likes you.

If you accept him and his feelings, Johnathan would be elated. You're the first person who'd actually done so since he'd become the Spot, so of course he'd become even more obsessive and clingy.

He might unintentionally guilt you sometimes (and maybe even intentionally when he gets jealous enough) into not going out as much by talking about how much people hate him for how he looks now, so please don't leave him alone.

But he won't be as aggressive with you or others if you accept and consistently show that you love and care for him and that you don't hate for the slightest of mess-ups.

However, if you don't accept him or his feelings, things could very easily go south. Even though Johnathan doesn't have the range of a human face anymore, you can still see the pure sadness and devastation he feels.

His shoulders drop, as well as the flowers he had in his hand. When he talks, he has to keep his voice from breaking and quivering.

"Oh. . . of course. That's fine, I guess."

It really isn't fine. He'll leave then, still leaving the flowers with you, but you'll still never really be alone. He'll just go back to stalking you for a little while.

Eventually, you'll be kidnapped and put into some strange dimension that he found. Of course, since you can't make portals, you're suck there.

If you continue to reject him, Johnathan will often go into fits of rage, throwing things and screaming about why you couldn't just accept him.

Johnathan would rather you love him. He loves you more than life itself. But if all you do is scorn him, he will settle for your fear instead.

[2broschlininahotub]

I had this thought of the masked fools and Sampo. What if Sampo was a member of the masked fools. I thought that if he was a masked fool what kinda mask would he wear. I thought that he would wear a clown mask. It would have some details that makes it look like a tragedy. How does this au connect with yandere? My idea is that Sampo would make a tragedy look like a comedy as some sort of demented artist who sees murder as his art. You his greatest fan will get to see his Magnum opus the piece of resistance. All of rivals stitched up corpses and a ring made of their fingers as the engagement ring. His twisted love for you is everyone that would get in the way of your true love would become beautiful something that was so ugly( his rivals) are now turned into magnificent art.

I will tag @gxmblinqueen and @yandere-romanticaa on what do you think of this.

[merakiui]

SEVERN, HIIIII HELLO!!!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)♡ OMG THANK YOU!!!! aaaaaa this is so sweet,,,,

spreading lots of love to you and the blogs tagged here: @qierxing, @yanmaresu, @softyswork, @latimeria-fell-from-heaven, @after-witch, @that-foul-legacy-lover, @bye-bye-sunbird, @minteasketches, @gxmblinqueen, @ddarker-dreams!!!!

I wanna try and start a new thing. You can’t see anyone’s followers counts, so I just have a few mutuals that I, based on nothing, assume are just famous. Let’s start a chain to just show people how cool we think they are.

My favourite celebrities are: @when-emma-falls-in-love13 @sugarfoodie @allegory-buried @sharpasanaro and @finleycannotdraw

[dodo-begone]

hi its me again 😳

since ur requests r open may i request a y!technoblade or y!dream anything 👉👈 me me big techno and dream simp <3 if not tho thats so valid <3333 thank u gamer

Kancjan FUCK YEA MAN!!! I’ll be doing Yan!Dream since I haven’t done him yet 👉👈 Because been thinkin green man.

Also I got the other piece you requested outline- I just need to get over the second hand embarrassment

[kurimiaki]

SCREAMING AND CRYING KURIMIAKI SUPREMACY....

im going insane dog ur lupin iii fic... immaculate. your mind. your brain. its so large.

literally that is the FIRST lupin iii fic ive ever read and god. banger its so good.

this is kind of a pointless ask bc im not really requesting or anything but im just here to say that was literally so baller and good

i never expected such a positive reaction... i have more in the works, thank you so much for your kind words! made my entire day

[bye-bye-sunbird]

BRO YOURE SO VALID IM

"disappear" what r u talking about. u werent posting for like a week--thats called taking care of urself, not disappearing JFNSKFJF

still tho ur hella valid and welcome back! hope everythings goin alright in ur offline (and online obviously) life currently <3

Owwwww sweetpie <3 <3! I dunno, I think I felt a bit bad to go POOF out of nowhere asdjnaskj, honestly everyone is so sweet here! But don't worry, everything is fine, nothing bad happened these days, I just straight up didn't had the time to log in.

And thank you so much for the welcome back! Can't wait to come up with some new ideas akjsdnakjsdk.

[merakiui]

MERAKI HOLY SHIT your valentine's event post's layout is so cool ARGH!! SLAY!!!!

AAAAA THANK YOU!!!! Another day, another slay as they say!!!!!!!!!! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

[yandere-sins]

The Alien Project - Chapter VI

Wordcount: 5021 words Warnings: Yandere/Dark Romance, Aliens, Alien Cannibalism, Graphic content, Being stared at, Verbal Harassment, Eating strange food, Alcohol mention/consumation, Featured Aliens: Azazel @/me; Irzus @bluemoondust​​ ; Zarlia @fanfictyrant​​ ; Hona @gxmblinqueen​​ ; Ekkie @/anon; Mordro @weirdthinkingdragon​​

a/n: Letssss goooo!!! New chapter is out and we’re having some more sweet time with the priest :D Hope you all enjoy the feeling of peace. May it last as long as possible (;

The High Priest - Chapter VI

Covering your mouth with your free hand, you hushed yourself from giggling as Azazel told you about various funny stories that happened to one alien or another as you two walked by them. While it felt improper to laugh about them, it helped to ease your mind to hear how similar the imperfections of these strong and extraordinary aliens were to humans. Azazel, too, didn't judge them despite tattling on aliens accidentally knocking over the wood-carved pillars or some that crashed mid-air while they both weren't looking. It was a light-hearted gossip, always followed by tales of companionship and helping each other when something happened.

You passed a great lot of aliens, and for the first time, you saw smiles on some faces. Aliens that looked like children would wave after gawking at you, and you'd wave back, making them jump with joy. Azazel had been right that though a sense of mistrust laid in the air, everyone was slowly warming up to you, especially when they saw you close to their revered priest. Through all of this, Azazel stayed cordial with his fellow aliens but never stopped to talk or gave them more than a blink of his eyes' attention. He cared but treated them differently than you, who he was actively entertaining and leading forward with carefully timed steps so as to not rush you.

It made you feel cared for.

After so long away from the people who cared for you, you couldn't help but revel in the feeling that someone was looking out for you. Spurts of these feelings had also been there when you realized the slime was helping you. Still, Azazel's tenderness differed from the slime just doing what it wanted and how it wanted. Azazel had picked you up from your room, invited you, ensured you were okay, and had given you a choice. And all that with great care and assurance. Realizing that, you felt the sting of tears in your eyes, and you quickly looked up at the sky, blinking them away. You really didn't feel like sharing any tears right then, and the stars above you were twinkling more beautifully than you had ever seen.

Gradually, you two approached the enormous center tree again, your destination. Countless tables in all shapes and forms—small, round, long—seats, pillows, blankets, and more were arranged around it and the stage in front of the tree, some far away from it, but all facing towards it. Every space was occupied by legs, wings, and tails, what seemed like endless faces of aliens collected on the spot. Feeling a little dumbfounded, you had to realize the sheer mass of inhabitants of this civilization, and yet, you couldn't fathom just how many there were on the whole planet just by looking at all of those collected here.

And then there was you and Azazel, stepping through the path in the middle, free of obstacles and straight towards the front. All eyes fell on you, making you cower into yourself a little while the priest took it with effortless confidence and pride. You felt the thumb lingering on top of your hand gently and comfortingly circle the back of your hand as he took deep breaths you could orientate yourself on. Under the stares of a couple hundred alien eyes, you didn't want to be seen as a weak human, so you forced yourself to straighten your back and puff your chest a little to assert your decision.

That was already enough for many of the stares to fall from you demurely, though you weren't sure if the heads that bowed were directed at you or the priest. Either way, it felt good, taking off a lot of the pressure you felt coming from these aliens—no, these people. On this planet, you were the alien, and you felt bad addressing them as something strange when here, they were not. From now on, calling them aliens, you'd try to associate the same respect you would give to another human with that word. They were the inhabitants and the ones that lived their—strangely normal—lives here. Somehow, that realization humbled you, and seeing how they weren't out for your throat, you had nothing to fear from them at that moment as well.

Glancing up at Azazel, you flinched lightly as you caught his third eye staring down at you. He patted your hand reassuringly, but the corners of his lips curled into a grin, then opened up into a brilliant smile. A mix between amusement and being caught staring darted through his expression, but when he turned his head to you, all of his eyes looking at you fondly, you felt like he was proud of you for standing up for yourself and making your presence known. "Told you, they'll warm up to you in no time," he reiterated, and you couldn't help but smile, nodding.

"So you did."

As you two moved on through the crowd, a few more remarkable tables came into sight, first and foremost, one occupied by faces you already knew. Just before a few private tables closest to the stage was a long table filled to the brim with what looked like regional delicacies. You could see Ekkie and Mordro, as well as the two aliens that brought you here, the latter already digging into the food with a merry eagerness. Shortly before you were passing by, Zarlia and Hona made their way through the crowd and took place next to the guards, greeting them curtly before looking up at you approaching, an expression akin to excitement on their faces as they watched you closing in.

You immediately perked up at the sight of them and gave them a happy wave that they returned just as delighted. Mordro lowered his head as he caught your eyes, and Ekkie breathed out long and deep before doing the same. It felt good to recognize anyone in the crowd, their eyes on you feeling a bit more prickly than the priests, but at the same time much more accustomed and relaxed than those of the crowd. Even Ekkie, who seemed to be a stickler for his rules, already appeared less tense and alert at the sight of you. You liked that. It almost felt like acceptance and making friends with the people here.

However, all the good feelings you had accumulated on your way here finally found their opposition in the hard, cruel glares of what you had previously assumed were the other high-ranking members of this community. They sat closest to the stage, their looks becoming more and more brilliant with accessories and colored garments the closer to the tree they sat. However, they all had the same disapproving and belittling expression on their faces, looking at you as if you were nothing more than dirt under their feet. All, except one.

It was the alien you recognized from before who had snorted at your introduction when you first approached the tree under the guards' urging. He sat on top of the stage, already at a table placed horizontally next to an empty one that was closest to the tree. You could only assume the free space was for Azazel, who still seemed to rank above all of them. And yet, though he was the unfamiliar alien that snarled at you before, he leaned at the table, staring at you with an intense interest in his eyes while you saw a lot of servants fussing and tending to him, aliens climbing on his lap and playing with his jewelry, asking for his attention. But even as he sipped from his chalice, he wouldn't look away from you, making it feel like he was lost in thought at your sight.

It was neither better nor worse to be examined so closely, and the discouraging stares of the others didn't stop just because you got closer to them with every step. Reluctantly, some looked away to bow their heads to the priest, though this time, you were sure they weren't doing it towards you. But Azazel didn't stop, not even to his fellow important figures. It was a showcase of power, superiority, and also respect. Suddenly you realized that your closeness to Azazel must be what brought you the wrath of these alien nobles, and you felt indeed unbecoming of the honor you were given. It made you want to pull your hand away, but Azazel locked his touch on yours firmly, shaking his head, and quietly whispered, "It's okay."

You gulped, unsure if it truly was, considering the nasty stares you received. But you weren't in a position to argue with him either. Instead, you directed your eyes forward, gazing at the lavishly decorated and filled table. Looking back slightly over your shoulder, you searched for a space next to the people you knew. But their seats were accounted for, none left to occupy.

So where were you going to sit?

Gaining your attention by patting your hand, you looked back at Azazel, who didn't let go of you or halted in his movement as you two approached the stairs. With a muted horror, you realized where he was leading you, waiting on every step for you to follow as you two ascended onto the stage. Azazel never left your side, always with you and shielding you from some of the scornful gazes directed at you, careful to not make you stumble or fall on the steps before leading you around the table.

There, two seats awaited you.

As with every other seat, they were on the ground, but instead of simple pillows, they had wooden backrests and cushy padding. Azazel pulled the chair for you, supporting you as he kindly instructed you to have a seat. Had he not held out his hand for you to hold on to, you'd have probably plopped down onto the chair, but Azazel had a firm grip on you, easily adjusting the height to make sure you'd lower gracefully. At this point, you had to admit that with him by your side, there was no way you'd ever make a misstep and embarrass yourself, as he seemed to have it all figured out. It made you feel very fortunate, and you thanked him with a big smile that tucked the corners of his lips a little higher as well.

"My fellow disciples," he called out after making sure you were seated and okay before letting go of you. Picking up his chalice, he addressed everyone gathered before you, most if not all picking up their own glasses and goblets. Your eyes fell to a shiny, gold cup before you, less adorned and jeweled than the priests' and nobles' but no less expensive. You had to stretch a little to see better, but it was filled with a purple liquid. You assumed it held some sort of wine like you knew from home, carefully taking the cup into your hands as you felt like a toast was coming. It was pretty heavy even when held by both of your hands.

"Today, once again, we are blessed by not only our Mother but also the sky as it has sent us a gift." Azazel turned towards you, the formal expression on his face softening as he looked at you, the hints of a smile crossing his mouth.

"I feel honored and blessed on this beautiful evening to be with all of you, celebrating the arrival of our special guest, and wish to make the most of this feast, given to us by Vela as always, forever. Please enjoy the fruits of everyone's labor and be merry and grateful to our Goddess who is looking out for us every second of our lives. And the sky for uniting us with a traveler from afar."

At the last part, Azazel looked back at you, toasting his chalice to you. You returned the gesture, touched and a bit confused about his speech, but thankful nonetheless. Around you, the people cheered and honored his words before having a drink. You felt hesitant, but out of respect, you did the same, a tender, sweet syrup coating your tongue before you swallowed it. The afternote was flowery but very light, and if not for the sticky consistency, it was quite delicious. However, you were thrown off just seconds after swallowing by a hit of what you assumed was alcohol, deciding you already had enough of the drink after just the first taste.

A soft chuckle beside you tore you out of your analysis of alien alcohol, and you looked at Azazel, who shook his head apologetically. He had sat down next to you, your knees touching if you shifted slightly, with no space separating you despite having a long table between yourselves. "I'm sorry, I haven't considered this might be strange for you, drinking Vela's Blood for the first time. Your expression was quite extraordinary to watch."

Heat flushed into your cheeks as you felt embarrassed that it had been so obvious what you were thinking and the emotions you were going through. However, you merely looked away, trying to brush it off. Azazel caught your chin between the fingers of his lower right hand, stretching a pointer to your cheeks and letting it flutter over your skin before assuring you, "I meant no shame for you. Every youngling looks much the same when they try it for the first time. It's adorable."

There was no time to react as Azazel smiled at you with the hint of a flirt before pulling away to manage servants coming to your table, bearing even more food, meat and odd-lucking vegetables. You blinked away the jitter after the compliment, holding back a giggle, and turned back towards the table, watching as Azazel and the servants both worked to fill your plate with regional delicacies. Despite the strange shapes and colors - mainly blue and purple-ish - of the side dishes, the meat looked much like you'd expect a steak to look like.

Your mouth was watering as your mind slowly realized how long it had been since you had solid food, and the well-cooked smell drafted to your nose, tickling your senses. Next to you, Azazel was getting his own plate arranged and served, waiting for you to meet his eyes before he lifted the ceramic up before him, scooping some leaf-like salad up in his hand as if he was teaching you. Quickly, you followed his example, not minding eating with your hands after the bath you had, and seeing how the priest took a hearty bite, so did you.

A symphony of tastes flooded your mouth, spreading to your mind and stomach, which let out a greedy, expectant rumble. The alien food was definitely different from how you had been eating on Earth and, later, on the spaceship. All the dishes had a fruity aftertaste, sweet and sour glazing, and your plate alone provided you with countless little dishes to mix and match like you wanted.

Amazed, you ate through the dishes, mixed the meat with a melted cheese-like dip, ate the coleslaw-looking salad with long, thick, and blue fries made out of vegetables you didn't recognize. The feast had the feeling of one of those extremely expensive experience restaurants, yet, seeing how everyone was feasting on the same delicacies, it had a much more intimate, familiar setting. Another cup was set before you while you were eating, deeply in thought about what you were tasting, not even having the time to say your thanks before the servant scurried off in a hurry.

Azazel watched you, though his gaze eluded you for a while as you were more captivated by the food. Occasionally, he'd lean over, suggesting another combination of dishes he personally liked. You looked back at him in wonder as you tried one of his, the sweet taste of the Vela's Blood you had before mixed with the savory meat, this time with no alcohol whatsoever. Strangely enough, nothing on your plate grossed you out, even though you liked a few sides less than others. You always thought that until you were back on Earth, you'd not have a bite of anything since it was deemed too dangerous to just eat anything you come across on a different planet, and space food was conveniently liquid. But this was great, and despite the feeling of fullness slowly setting in, you were tempted to sneak another bite and another.

You even had a sip of the new cup, finding it to be a very plain fluid and assuming it was water. It served as a good palate cleanser, though, and you were glad to get some more 'normal' fluids inside you after so long. Finally, you were on the brink of exploding from your newly acquired food baby, so Azazael showed you how to use a dish with water and a soft napkin woven from the same material as your clothes to clean your fingers.

Leaning back into your seat, you let your eyes drift over the countless strange yet merry faces, laughing and eating. The alcohol seemed to loosen up even the sternest of expression, the nobles no longer glaring at you but instead busying themselves with food and their company. Nothing seemed as serious as it had been just two days ago when you crashed on this planet, and you felt a sense of belonging and relaxation wash over you.

"If I may ask," Azazel caught your attention, your eyes shifting to him to meet his curious ones. "What brought you to Donavela, [Name]?"

Surprised about the rather intimate question, you straightened before a hit of confusion overcame you. "Donavela?" you asked. "Is that the name of the land here? The planet?"

Azazel raised his eyebrows, then chuckled knowingly, nodding. "That's right. It's what we all call our home. Everything you see is Donavela; may it be our forest, the Desert, or the Wasteland. I assume from your question you didn't know that yet?"

"No, I…" you paused, eyes lowering to your fingers, nitpicking at the skin around the nail of your thumb. Somehow, not even knowing this little detail felt like a disappointment. Of course, there had never been much footage from the robots, but with sentient aliens, there were also cultures and lives that no one knew about. And suddenly, your mission to come to this planet seemed a bit rushed, considering you never even learned the first thing about it—its name.

"We," you corrected yourself, trying to put up a more serious face as you talked about the things you had long suppressed. You've been busy with survival and finding help and your fellow humans; you didn't allow yourself to think much about the mission and why you came here for in the first place. To be fair, the thought of it always sent you spiraling into despair before. No wonder you wanted to push it far back into your conscience.

"We, the humans, have been searching for another inhabitable planet for a very long time. It's… a long story, but our world, Earth, isn't doing so well, and we are pressed for a new planet to continue our life should Earth get destroyed. So many other humans and I were sent here, traveling through space for months, but the spaceship we came here on, got hit, and we crashed down on this planet, on Donavela."

Azazel listened carefully, occasionally nodding along to your description, the faintest whispers of your words repeated in his mouth like "Earth" and "spaceship". It probably was a lot to take in for him too. Still, he had a clever head as he effortlessly continued questioning you with curiosity. "And you can't find the other humans?"

Looking down, you stopped fiddling with your hands, instead gripping your clothes tightly, hoping you'd be able to keep your emotions in check if you tensed your body up more. You didn't want to seem desperate or ask for pity, but you also didn't feel like you could refuse his questions. If anything, Azazel was the closest you had been to anyone on this planet by now. He treated you well, deserving to know about you. Still, it was hard to be completely open up.

"No. When I woke up after the crash, everyone was gone. I don't know what happened or if they are okay. It's been hard to survive on my own this far, but I hope they are… they…"

A couple of tears spilled from your eyes, landing on the back of your hands before rolling off and seeping into your clothes. Crying was the last thing you had wanted to do, but all these negative outcomes of your comrades ran amok with your imagination, causing you grief and stress as you didn't know if these ideas were true. A big, warm hand cupped yours, squeezing it gently and tearing you out of your spiraling. Quickly, you lifted your free hand to wipe away the tears before putting on a fake smile to show Azazel briefly as to now worry him. "But now I'm here, and I hope the others were taken in and welcomed just as kindly as I was."

Giving you a sympathetic smile back in return, Azazel nodded, promising you, "We'll keep looking for them, and you are welcome to dwell with us until we know more. I promise you'll be well-treated here. I have heard of the hardships you endured with the Glutton, but I'll personally make sure that you won't encounter such a fiendish creature among us."

"Thank you," you whispered, sniffling one last time before deciding to change the topic. He squeezed your hand again encouragingly, and you already felt better after telling him that and hearing these comforting assurances out of his mouth. It was incredible to finally have some help and someone you could talk to, and you were truly thankful that fate brought you two together. But now, having shared your story with the priest, it was your turn to still some of your curiosity.

"I don't mean to be rude, but can I ask you a bit more about this world?"

Straightening his back, Azazel seemed ready for every question you could throw his way, eagerly leaning towards you to hear it over the sound of chatter and laughter. "I heard you talk about 'Vela' quite a lot, but what is it–"

You jolted in surprise as a sudden loud bang exploded next to you, both of Azazel's right arms shooting out before you to keep you safe from the ambush. However, in his usually so beautiful and warm features, anger crossed his expression as he looked at who was standing in front of the table, a low growling rumbling in his chest as a warning.

After recovering from the initial scare, you looked up, peeking anxiously between the arms that kept you away from the table. You could see the shaken state of the dishes, your water cup having toppled over and rolling side to side. Finally, you mustered the courage to look at who interrupted you, staring into the dark green eyes of a surprisingly familiar face. Two, four-petal-shaped pupils stared back at you, even with Azazel having moved before you defensively.

"It's not fair. You've been hogging our guest all night, Azazel," Irzus complained, finally pulling his drilling gaze away from you and towards the priest. From a human's standpoint, he was clearly drunk, and you could smell the waft of sweet syrup alcohol from across the table. He had not been the most welcoming alien so far, but the brash appearance and the way he emphasized you were their guest, didn't sit well with you. Still, you wanted to believe Azazel would keep his promise and make sure you'd be safe, and though he sighed and slightly lowered his arms, he was true to his word, putting himself between you and Irzus.

"Irzus, stop making a fuss. You're being rude."

"The only rude one here, Brother, would be you."

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the comment, eyes going back and forth between Azazel and Irzus as they bickered underneath their breaths. Brothers? Those two? It was hard to believe. Where Azazel was baby blue, Irzus's skin was a vivid pink. Azazel had no tail, whereas Irzus had one that fanned out into leaf-like applications, the tip of the tail as green as his eyes and the freckles on his body. Beneath Irzus's eyes, you could find two more eyelids occasionally opening but closing quickly, when in comparison, Azazel only had one more above his nose. They both seemed to be on the more muscular yet lean side, but aside from that, even their clothing was so vastly different—Azazel wearing flowy, open garments, while Irzus had more skin-tight clothes covering his chest and shorts for his legs—their similarities in looks and character didn't seem to match very well.

For a moment, you thought he might just call him his brother like a monk would to another. Perhaps, even if it was an unlikely image, Irzus was a priest too? But at the same time, seeing him speak to Azazel so openly, without hesitations or shame, much less the respect he seemed to get from the others, left you wondering if it might be true. Only a sibling would be so unbothered, talking without considering consequences to someone so revered among their people.

Eventually, Irzus rolled his eyes dismissively to what Azazel was telling him, his gaze shifting back to you as he called out, "You. Human," demanding your attention on him. As your eyes met, a broad grin crossed his features, your attention seemingly satisfying Irzus. He leaned further over the table, much to Azazel's annoyance, who let out a sigh, putting himself further between you two. But Irzus didn't seem to care, simply placing his arm between his brother's and pushing him aside to see you better.

"Isn't he a bore?" Irzus asked, pointing at his Azazel. "Don't feel obligated to sit here and listen to his ramblings. You should come over to my table, let loose and join me and my friends for a few drinks instead. Get a feeling of real hospitality."

"Irzus!" Azazel grumbled exasperated, and you could understand where he was coming from, being on the receiving end of Irzus's digs. A warning was written in all three, wide-open eyes as Azazel called his brother out, seemingly knowing more than you about the hidden meaning behind Irzus's words, which you couldn't have understood yet.

"Thanks, but I'm fine," you spoke up from behind Azazel's protective shoulders, and you heard a soft, relieved chuckle from him. At the same time, Irzus's expression soured, turning appalled at your refusal. But his eyes flitted from yours to Azazel's, and though you couldn't see the expression he was making from your position, it seemed to stir Irzus away from continuing his harassment. "Have it your way, I guess," he spat dismissively. Turning around, he added, "You two suit each other."

You and Azazel watched him return to his table, where he was welcomed by what must have been his 'friends', all of them having sent nasty glares your way while Irzus was over to persuade you to join him. "Sorry about that," Azazel eventually muttered, but you quickly shook your head. "There's nothing to be sorry about, I was surprised, but I'm not mad."

Giving you a thankful smile, Azazel explained, "He can be a handful, but he's a very ambitious and honorable disciple of Vela. He may even take over my duties one day."

"I see… I was surprised to hear you were brothers."

Azazel's gaze became wistful as he looked back over at Irzus, and you realized the topic may have been a bit too direct. But just as quickly, Azazel shook his head, shaking away the memories that had nagged at him before answering. "He is. The best I could have asked for. Thanks to him, I never lost myself after I was chosen by Vela as the High Priest of the Disciples. It was a long, stony road to get where I am now, but I'd rather not bore you with it. Lest I might actually start to ramble. We left off with your question. Does this world interest you, [Name]?"

Nodding eagerly, you were surprised to hear he remembered what you last talked about before the interruption. Your question is only manifesting more now that Azazel talked a little about himself. "Well, then," he said chipperly, looking around with careful watchfulness. Finally, he turned back towards you, leaning in to whisper and holding out one of his hands to you simultaneously. "Would you like to come with me somewhere less crowded? So I may tell you all that you want to know without people chiming in or bothering us anymore."

Your mouth opened to reply as you looked around once more, seeing the aliens you already knew from the very beginning, Mordro and Ekkie being passionately in conversation about something you couldn't hear, and the strange harpy-like creature passed out on the floor. At the same time, Zarlia and Hona sat over some papers, and you imagined them designing clothes together after discussing their ideas with you.

Irzus was the only one whose mood seemed to be dulled, everyone else assembled here being festive and merry. He merely sipped from his chalice, and you caught him staring at you before he quickly looked away, huffing in hurt pride over your rejection. Turning back to Azazel, you nodded eagerly, placing your hand into his as you prompted, "Let's go!"

Quickly, before anyone else could notice, you two snuck away. Azazel let go of your hand briefly to lift you off the stage as you two climbed down the back, setting you down on both your feet before confidently reaching out to hold your hand again. And you let him without hesitations.

Following him where he led with lightness in your step, curiosity on your mind, and finally, some peace in your heart.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Here's a little food for thought for @gxmblinqueen:

Before he became The Spot™ the two of you used to be friends. He strikes me as someone who would possibly pine from a distance and chances are you friendzoned him, hard.

When life kicks you to the curb it'll always come back for more.

He became a monster, a blob, a nothing. He had no one to turn to and he was alone.

However, even in the darkest of times there is always that one little sizzle of light which gives a man hope and for him, that's you.

This whole time he has been a background character in his own life and even as he has crazy powers now he's still just a run of the mill supervillain according to stupid Spiderman. What no one seems to understand is that, regardless of silliness, a villain is STILL a villain.

He is done playing games, he's done being Mr Nice guy. He is taking you for himself, it's high time that his feelings be put first rather than the other way around.

There is no force in the universe which could delay this inevitable fate.

[nonobadcat]

YANDERE ALL FOR ONE X FEMALE READER

Rating: For readers 18+ only

Entire Story TW: Noncon/DubCon, gore (non-reader directed), numerous kinks. Highly mentally and sexually abusive relationship. This story is absolutely not for minors and readers should consult the warnings/tags at the top before reading.

This chapter’s TW: Dub-Con Oral, mentions of past trauma, AFO calls himself “daddy” unironically

Read the entire story at: Archive of Our Own

Chapter 55 Excerpt:

The plush nylon carpet beneath your body made your skin itch. Hands clamped over your ears, you curled your knees into your chest and wedged yourself against the closet wall. Eyes tight shut, your teeth chattered as you tried not to listen to the conversation in the bedroom. All For One’s cheerful glee refused to give you peace. It cut through your head like an arrow to the heart.

“It’s hard to say for certain, doctor. The ‘Read Ability’ quirk said that she drew out a triple the hours she gave, but the aging process seemed very excessive for that amount. The patch that turned grey was nearly two by two centimeters!”

So you could give sleep in hours, but you were stealing life days? What kind of monster had he made you?

“I’ll take her out shopping this weekend to see if the passive effect is still in play. Hopefully so. Frankly, I’m unwilling to share her touch with others.”

Things that shock no one: A man named “All For One” doesn’t like to share.

“Of course I’ll keep you updated. I called you right when I got home, didn’t I?”

Dang near bounced off to do it too. Those two talked more than a bunch of high school gossips.

“Take care and let me know when you get the tanks set up.”

Hope you drown in them you stupid little troll.

The clatter of plastic on the nightstand was followed by the ruffling of soft fibers. A shadow fell over your balled-up body. There was a low hum from your villainous husband. Long legs and big feet came to a standstill by your side. A warm hand reached out and shook your shoulder. You wrenched it out of his fingers and buried your chin in your neck.

“Come now, my dear. Are you still in a mood?”

You gritted your teeth and refused to look at him.

Your husband took a seat beside you, toying with the clasp on your necklace. Hot breath whispered over the shell of your ear. “Why don’t we pick up where we left off in the car?” His hand trailed down your neck, slipping along the side of your body. “As I recall you asked me to 'eat you, scumbag'.” He grinned. “I don’t believe we ever got that far.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You’re clearly angry.” He hoisted you against his chest.

"Gee, can't imagine why," you muttered.

In his lap, a firm bulge pressed against your backside. “Let me cheer you up,” he murmured, nibbling at your neck.

"You just made me into a life-stealing monster." You pressed your palm flat into his face, bending his pointed nose as you shoved him off your throat. "Do you really think that turns me on?"

"It turns me on," he mumbled into your skin.

…great. Of course it did.

"Leave." Shove. "Me." Shove. "Alone!"

Thick arms locked tight around your ribs. "You don't mean that," he teased, grinning his fangs into your neck.

"Like heck I don't!" You fired back.

He tickled his way along your chest, tracing circles into your shirt. "I know you're upset now but give it time" he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "Once you realize what a gift I gave you, you'll feel better."

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[devilruin]

After being tagged by the lovely lock (@ddarker-dreams) herself, I have (painstakingly) compiled a quick list of some of my favorites! I also love Perfect Blue, Howl's Moving Castle, and Hereditary, however, since Lockie already put those down, I figured I try to add on a bit! These are in no particular order!

I will tag @monstrouslyobsessed , @yandere-romanticaa , @j0succ , @kissingkazu , @gxmblinqueen , and @josuke8 !

I'll add some quick commentary on these under the cut as well!

Airplane! is probably the funniest movie I've ever seen and I can rewatch it over and over again and still laugh! Honestly I can recite most of the jokes in my head and smile, so it's a great movie to watch as a pick me up!

Ex Machina is like cold steel. It's a wonderful film that explores the scientific and moral repercussions of creating artifical life. It's beautifully haunting, and a necessary reminder that just because we can do something, doesn't mean we should.

The Emperor's New Groove is absolutely hysterical! All of the characters are extremely relatable and it has fun making fun of cliches (and the movie itself!) which is the cherry on top of this side splitting (in laughter of course) movie.

The Silence Of The Lambs is the original thriller / mystery / horror combo movie! It's truly a fan favorite, and for good reason. While it may have quite a few differences from the book (especially Hannibal's and Clarice's relationship), it's an enjoyable film that also makes you wonder: what can be considered evil?

EEAAO speaks for itself. One of (if not) the best movie(s) I've ever seen. If you haven't seen it yet, this is your sign to watch it!

Nausicaä Of The Valley Of The Wind (and also similar to this is FernGully, which is also up there for me!) is very near and dear to my heart, and I love the message it represents: people must work with the earth, not against it, in order to be at peace & be healthy.

Life is one of the greatest horror movies I've ever seen. Every moment of this film had me on edge, as you truly cannot predict what happens in this movie.

World War Z is one of two zombie movies that I actually enjoy (the other being Train to Busan) due to its complexity. The zombies are not mindless puppets or fools, and as you explore more of the setting within the movie, you start to realize that they're more like a new species than a parasite / infection, which is so neat! I still jump at a lot of the parts, especially the ones near the end, even though I've seen it at least half a dozen times!

And finally, Godzilla (2014) [also really love Pacific Rim!]. I love this specific version due to the graphics, the monsters, and the complex web behind the story. The MUTOs are an interesting touch, especially as you start to get a feel for them. They are not truly at "fault" for anything, and if you look closer, they're justing trying to survive and repopulate, just like any other creature. Of course, the appearance of Godzilla in this movie is stunning, as they're both awe-inspiring and terrifying!

(also want to add Crimson Peak, Battle: Los Angeles, A Monster Calls, Brave, and How To Train Your Dragon)

i was tagged by @frozenfauna to share my nine favorite movies !! this was really fun, i went through a phase where i was pretty obsessed with cinema… it’s cooled off some but i still love movies. this is in no particular order. 

there’s uh… quite a range of stuff happening here. as for who i’ll tag, let’s see, let’s see… how about @after-witch @uvobreakmylegs @ramwrites @dear-yandere @bye-bye-sunbird and @khaenruin​ if you guys are up for it!

[dodo-begone]

I WANT TO BEFRIEND YO ASS!!

YOPP THAT’D BE SO FUCKING POG YO!!!!!

[bye-bye-sunbird]

NO BECAUSE YOURE LITERALLY SO RIGHT that one specific tavern scene... MY GOD

And the first time she sings for him, and he looks at her with such admiration and adoration? UGH BEAUTIFUL <3