#hidden personality

[mangohunny]

Yandere! Loser X Popular Girl! Reader

content warnings: blackmail, female reader, mentions of bullying, stalking, isolation

Yandere! Loser who’s been in the same class as you all the way up to senior year and has never been on your radar, you who was so well beloved by teachers and students alike for your looks, personality, and actions. 

Yandere! Loser who has admired you ever since you were kids but could never get close because of the guard dogs you have around you at all times, or as he likes to call them ‘the swarm of flies’. Three people that have been with you for years, the same three that are aware of his stares and hate him for it. 

Yandere! Loser who has memorized your class schedule and paths through the halls, always watching you walk with so much confidence and a sway in your hips, your skirt swishing and grazing the back of your thighs that make his pants tighten at the thought of getting a closer look at the contents under them. 

Yandere! Loser who follows all of your social medias on a burner account and knows your true self from how open you are on the internet. How you scorn the people in your life and rant about how you hate your horrible family, eager to finally move away from everyone once you get enough money. 

Yandere! Loser who knows the true you, and takes advantage of that. 

Yandere! Loser who corners you in a hallway with no camera and blackmails you with screenshots from your private social media accounts, making a deal that they won’t get out if you do exactly what he says. 

Yandere! Loser who is no longer terrorized by your friends on his order to call them off. 

Yandere! Loser who requires you come to his house every weekend and takes photos of you in whatever he wants, bunny suits, nurse outfits, nothing. 

Yandere Loser! who slowly isolates you from you friends.

Yandere Loser! who takes you on romantic dates and makes you slowly warm up to him, despite the circumstances

Yandere! Loser who comes up with enough money to move across the country with you, so it can just be you and him for the rest of your lives.

[onceuponaweirdo]

I'm like that crazy side character that is only there to boost the main character, only talks about two things the whole show and then out of nowhere there's a special ep on them and you learn that they're a well versed fella, with many interests and a degree in clinical psychology, with deep interests and actual substance to their ramblings.

[badeehbom]

Gone with Edna

The single white rose I held in my hand glistened with droplets of water and I stared at it for a while. Cool moisture developed on the flower from a slight drizzle of rain from gloomy clouds that decided to visit while the sun remained shining. An irony of a weather but accepted nonetheless because Edna would have liked this. The combination of warmth and slight cold would have made her stand out in that pink summer dress she always insisted on wearing every time we saw each other by the park for a picnic. I still remember that the little colorful frogs she painted herself just by the edge of the dress were messy, but she loved it anyway. "It's a plain dress and I'm making it my own. A chaotic touch of personality." She would say. I would joke around with her and she'd play offense while I sarcastically apologize.

We were good together like that, but I wanted us to be better—better together, maybe even best; however, Edna is my twin brother's girlfriend. Edna will remain forever his girlfriend because I am only but a living reflection of the man she is best with. I wanted to be him so badly sometimes, but I didn't want to resent him either for fairly acquiring a love that was consented to him in the same manner. I love them both (although not in equal measures) but respect for my brother outweighs the despair that creeps inside my heart.

Despite this boiling pot of jealousy, brotherly affection, and love for Edna, I still managed to find a way to secretly spend time with her. Does my brother know? Well that's a secret. One, I know, that Edna will bring with her, safely stored in her knowing heart.

There was one time when she came over, the only time I knew of, because our parents were taking a week vacation to a tropical country. Sandy beaches and fresh coconuts were the highlight of the trip along with local foods from restaurants. They sent pictures of everything to us and suddenly, the thought of bringing Edna to the beach crossed my mind. Next thing I know, she was ringing the doorbell and I quickly ran to my feet and answered it. I knew she came for my brother, not me, but I wanted to receive her myself. She smiled a strange smile and I greeted her before letting her know that my brother will come down shortly. "Take a seat on the sofa. I'll call him for you." She thanked me and I felt her stare piercing my back. Why is she looking at me?

Later that night, they both laid down on the bed. When my brother was finally asleep, she went to the balcony and sat on one of the chairs. I got the feeling that she was waiting for someone and after five minutes, I decided to follow suit. She smiled that same strange smile again, but directed to the stars and the full moon that shone brightly above us. Never would I ever expect the next two words that would come out of her lips and the sense of weird relief and embarrassment that proceeded it.

I know.

She said to me and continued to look on the stars. I stared at her for some more, taking in her beauty as the light of the moon pictured it; and I too managed to smile towards her and the celestial bodies above us. And so we continued our relationship whatever this can be called, and my brother knew none of it.

———

Six months later, at 5pm on a Sunday, the devastating news of Edna's death arrived at our doorstep and my brother wept loudly. Edna was on her way to our house when a drunk driver crashed into the mini-bus she was riding on her commute to our place. She died on the spot and we only got contacted because somehow, our address was written on a piece of paper stuck behind her phone case. They thought, perhaps, that we were family since her phone would have taken a while to open and her IDs with her home address were somewhere in the wreckage. Only a work ID, those that only had your photo, name, and position on it, were found next to her phone.

A freak accident.

My brother didn't take that lightly and screamed while crying at some point. He even acted like he almost wanted to murder the police officer that stood before him—the man who delivered the news of Edna's passing. It's true that it's much easier to project one's grief in the form of sadness towards the messenger, but I knew it in myself that he didn't want to be angry at the officer either. I wept and screamed in my own way without my brother knowing while he nursed his grief the best way he could.

———

Somehow I knew that I could never love anyone else like Edna. My heart and soul were captured by her, sealed by fate on that night by my brother's balcony. The moment she confessed her knowledge to me with the blessing of the moonlight and the veil of the night, there was no turning back. No one could ever replace Edna in this heart I share with my brother, but he deserves another chance at love too.

We watched her casket's slow descent and felt our drenched coat as the slight drizzle slowly became a shower while the sun remained shining. The single white rose on our hand accepted the offering of rain too; and when we finally decided to let it go, so did I from my brother's hold. His heart will remember Edna, but mine while live forever on the memory of that evening—that evening where Edna knew she loved two different people in a body of one. Before I left, I wondered what her last thoughts were. Did she thought of us? Of me perhaps, if I so boldly think? Well, it's alright. Similar to those last thoughts, I too, am gone with Edna.

21-June-2023 Finished: 3:20am

[maneljavier]

Pokemon Scarlet & Violet DLC New Pokemon | Dipplin

[zoeyhorse]

After a while, Fluttershy's new mind reading abilities starts to become too much for her to handle

Fluttershy found everything easier with RainbowDash around

[riddledem0n]

Here I am, posting something similar like the fibro post... this one goes out to my psychotic folks🫶

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Random loving acts of service (Part 3/?)

A Breeze Of Love

Hidden Agenda

Unknown

Egoist

Tokyo in April is...

Love Class 2

Our Skyy 2

Cooking Crush

My Personal Weatherman

To My Star

Favorite acts-of-service as part of my favorite bl-tropes-collection in no particular order.

[bixels]

Speaking of Portal 2, I dug up this old fan animation I did when I was 10 years old.

[starrysharks]

winter assassin outfit

[madamemiz]

y'know what i find interesting about sun now that hw2 is out?

i've seen various interpretations of him since the game's release with all the new dialogue and scenes we got ranging from "stressed and in bad need of a cigarette and a three year vacation" to "petty bitch" to "caring but pushed to his limit" and like

the thing is, they're all right

he probably played favorites with some of the kids--cassie's testament combined with his general mannerisms certainly make me think so. sun is a little mean to the player character. he insults you, he talks down to you, he treats you like you don't have two brain cells to rub together when you screw up. in the carousel level, he's clearly begrudging that he can't simply do the job himself. he is petty and he is stressed and he is frustrated

you'd think, then, that sun would happily let moon do what he will with the human employees he clearly detests, with the kids that obviously frustrate him. you'd think he'd make good on his threats to turn off the lights himself, to let these people get what they deserve. how many times have we dreamed of petty revenge on the shitty customers and coworkers we've had to deal with in our jobs?

he doesn't. instead, he resigns himself to a life of isolation to keep moon in check, doing whatever he can to keep anyone else from getting hurt or dying. despite all his hot air, sun cares. deeply, selflessly. when we see him during the ruin segments of hw2, he's shaking in fear, hiding in scant light he has access to in his and moon's horrible room, out of easy reach from most, trying in the only way he can to keep more tragedy from occurring. he knows how bad his situation is; he's acutely aware of it in a way most of the other animatronics don't seem to be. his actions speak far louder than his words, and god knows he has plenty to say

sun is a deeply flawed person who tries to do good in spite of it all, and to me, that's fascinating

[cruelplatonic]

my personal headcanon is the vees were unremarkable nobodies when they were alive. i just love it as a thematic throughline for them. they love to let the public of hell speculate on them being famed and acclaimed since before death, but the the truth is they were a d-list failed influencer that got by on cheap controversey and scamming, a broke junkie who burned every shaky bridge he ever had, and a worn-out broadcast production assistant with more rejected auditions and tossed out script pitches than he could count. nobody missed them when they were gone, nobody cared who they were until they were dead.

[loliefeather-art]

Too Late

[maneljavier]

Pokemon Scarlet & Violet DLC New Paradox Pokemon

[babykittenteach]

neck kisses.

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - Traverse Town

[canisalbus]

I found your art like right before you started featuring Vasco more prominently in the lore, and seeing the focus shift from "This sad wet cat of a dog man priest is doomed by the narrative" to "this sad wet cat of a dog man priest has a sunshiny gay lover who is his world" has been a fun trip lol

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