#loser yan i am looking at you

[yandere-yearnings]

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING, ASCENDING THROUGH THE ROOF,,, THE WALLS CAN NO LONGER CONTAIN ME

genie you absolute genius, you wonderful, precious, big-brained human, how do i thank you for this masterpiece😭💔 ALMOST 5K and it is actually the only thing i'm gonna read from now on ever (+ all your other stuff) i am so taken by this it's not funny, literally in love bc your writing style is everything and the CHARACTERISATIONNNNNNNNNN i couldn't have done better myself, i think you get him more than me actually bc you portray his instability so well, the fact that he notices things and decides not to comment, his little ✨️romantic✨️ heart and then the fucking aggression coming thru. i am not the same person i was before i read this😩💕

and the way you wrote darling in this is fucking stupendous, the co-dependency, the gaslighting and manipulation,, the fact that they know. and that attempt at manipulation on sun even tho he could see through it, THE MARRIAGE LINE TO PLAY INTO HIS DOMESTIC FANATASY DEJHFJDJK

THE WHOLE SUN'S LOVE BEING LIKE HONEY THING IN THE BEGINNING TOO I CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I LOVED IT❗️❗️❗️❗️you somehow captured him perfectly in just the first line and paragraphs that i am in awe, genuinely. and the BANTER, casonova,, the lady killer line killed me bc it is just so fucking good i audibly gasped when reading it. THEN THE BODY COUNT BIT THAT CAME AFTER i am kissing your brain rn just so you know, the way you're able to back-and-forth in dialouge is so satisfying hhhh

and then you wrote the gore scene so wonderfully (that makes me sound unhinged but i really appreciate good horror scenes like that) i was sitting there hitched breath and all and ive never been so invested before in my life like,,

the fact that even despite the... less than ideal circumstances, you can tell that sun is still very much sun in his nuances is just so astounding. how he switches between shy and then detatched and overjoyed to fucking murderous, you did it all so well it has my jaw on the floor in the best way

i could genuinely talk abt it for years, and you can watch me come back to this every day bc the way you write has me in a positive chokehold. my commentary has nothing on the actual thing, i think everyone should read this rn bc the prose speaks for itself really❤️ genie, you don't know how happy this made me and i wanna thank you eternally for spending time on crafting this work of art🥺🩷 i'm gonna treasure it forever, i am literally smiling so hard rn, thank you so so so much, i love you😭💕

sweet little thing called love ♡

yandere x gn reader

almost 5k words of dar's ( @yandere-yearnings ) oc sun bc i'm in luv with him, ty for letting me write about him i hope u like this xox ♡ yeah he's evil and vile and twisted and sick and objectively horrible but he's my little meow meow so,, leave him alone ok he's innocent i swear no guys i swear pls... i can fix him [gunshots]

cw; violence to side character/s (blood and gore, carving skin, implied death) possessive thoughts and behaviours, severe jealousy, toxic relationship dynamics (dubcon, coercive relationship, darling is gaslighting themselves, 'mutual' manipulation) nobody's quite mentally stable in this one whoops!

sun’s love is like honey.

heavy and viscous and thick, the way it was never quite easy to swallow. saccharine, with how it always left a sickly sweet taste in your mouth. suffocating, above all, the way you’d overwhelmingly feel as if you’d been entrapped by the extent of his obsessive affections.

you knew that your boyfriend loved you with a ferocity you couldn’t quite fathom. 

and so, it was because you knew him so well, that you could tell you’d fucked up when that lovely smile on his lips didn’t quite reach his eyes.

most of the time, your boyfriend was easy to understand. his flushed cheeks and shaky voice always gave him away. 

you knew, after dating him for so long, that he loved when you quietly ran your hands through his hair, leaning over to press appreciative kisses to the darling constellation of beauty marks on his pretty face. you knew he loved those scattered faux rose petals that formed a haphazard path leading the way to a romantic, candlelit dinner date that ended with the two of you a breathless, tangled mess under the sheets.

in this moment, though, the man before you is unrecognisable. 

“oh, baby.” those golden eyes are dull, as they trail over your face, lingering on your cheek where a faded lipstick mark remains. he hums in contemplation, beckoning you closer with a lithe finger, “come here.”

you hesitate before him, simply looking down at him stupidly. 

he’s sitting on the picnic mat the two of you had set up earlier, and only a few minutes ago you’d been feeding him small pieces of sweet fruit, laughing at the juice that coated his lips, and ran down his chin. laughing even more, with how he’d started stuttering and trembling when you’d offered to lick up that mess for him. 

but you’re not laughing anymore, and neither is he. 

“darling,” sun drawls. “sit. the. fuck. down.”

and so you scramble to take off your shoes and quickly crawl onto the picnic mat where he sits, the wicker basket and the savoury snacks and sweet treats it boasted laying forgotten besides him. the warm food the two of you had prepared going cold, cold, cold.

“i’m… i’m sorry.”

you tell yourself sun won’t act out, not in a public park where people occasionally pass by your cute little setup; even if it is tucked away behind a few of the bigger willow trees, their drooping branches providing you with a thin curtain of privacy in which you are utterly at the mercy of the man before you. 

“yes, you should be sorry,” he says softly, a hand reaching out to caress the side of your face. you lean into his palm, as he looks down at you. “are you going to tell me who that was, baby?” 

he’s referring to the old friend you’d just encountered, after years of no contact once the two of you had naturally distanced following graduation—and yet you’d recognised each other straight away, even if her hair was dyed brightly pink now, and you were much more jittery than she’d known you to be all those years ago.

“we used to be close.” you reply, desperately hoping you can get through to him this time. you’ve been so good, surely you’ve made some progress. “i-i didn’t know she was gonna kiss me, but i’m sure it meant nothing! she’s always been… affectionate.”

the memory of the pink haired girl frowning for a second when you’d told her the obvious lie about not having a phone, despite obviously holding it behind your back. the way she didn’t notice you nervously glancing back towards the willow trees when she planted a chase kiss to your cheek, choosing not to comment on how your breath hitched when she did—

“she kissed you,” sun repeats, running his thumb over the light trace of a faint lipstick mark on your skin. “but you know what’s really funny, darling?” his wry voice is ironically devoid of any genuine humour, “she kissed you, and you let her. you just stood there when she put her dirty lips on you,” his eyes narrow, and you catch a glimpse of something crazed behind that feigned apathy. “and like some touch starved attention seeker, i’m sure you fucking loved when she kissed you.” 

“sun!” your eyes widen at the accusation, and you will yourself to deny it even though it feels like your mouth’s been stuffed with cotton. you force yourself to say something, partly to appease him and partly to save yourself. “no—”

“you think i’m some fucking idiot, babe?” he pushes his thumb into your cheek, dragging it down with an unnecessary amount of force that smudges the stain, and leaves your face aching in the wake of his touch, the same way it does after your lips have been curled into fake smiles all day. “come on, spit it out. i’m dying to know.”

“sun, you need to—”

“you’re not going to tell me what i need to do, darling.” he says, and there’s something about the way he speaks that has you immediately stop trying to get through to him this way. “you leave that to me and just answer my questions, okay?”

you nod wordlessly, desperately. 

“did you like how her lips felt on your skin?” sun runs a finger down your throat, slipping beneath the neckline of the pretty fabrics you were donned in. his touch is warm, and it has you unintentionally leaning into it, in favour of the cold breeze on your back.

“you like this mark she left on you more than all of mine?” the thumb on your face only digging deeper into your skin, the other painfully pressing into a pretty hickey that he’d put there with his swollen lips, only last night. you wince, both at the sheer hurt of the memory and his touch.

“did it get you excited, knowing i was watching?” he asks, voice dipping an octave lower, rougher around the edges. you tried to meet his eyes, but his gaze was on that fucking lipstick stain your friend had left behind; the mark of an unwelcome affection on what belonged to him.

“or did you wish i wasn’t watching,” he muses, eyes finally meeting yours, no remorse in those golden pools that stare at you, entirely unblinking. “so you could fuck her instead?”

your eyes widen, and he starts to look a little blurry with how your head feels like it’s spinning and splitting and—

“you know,” you’re about to speak, but he only moves the hand that has been creeping under your clothes so that a finger is firmly pressed against your lips. sun smiles, then, and you think that surely it’s because he can hear the pathetic sound of your heart going absolutely fucking haywire. 

“i’ve got half a mind to carve this sweet little thing out your fucking skin,” he admits, “give me one good reason that i shouldn’t, darling.”

your boyfriend leans away at that, and despite the flooding sense of relief that overwhelms you, there’s also a nagging sense of disappointment that he isn’t touching you anymore. 

“sun,” you breathe, and you wonder how the old you would react if they could see you now; how you bend and break to meet the whims of your pretty boyfriend. “i didn’t like that she kissed me. i—” a brief pause, as you turn your gaze to the soft gingham of the picnic blanket. “i begged her not to, but she did it anyways.”

a little white lie wouldn’t hurt you now, you decided, even though you knew you hadn’t told her anything, what truly mattered was convincing sun that you had.

“did you, now? because you looked overjoyed crawling back to me, baby.” 

it was a shaky, placating smile you’d given him at best, but you know your boyfriend is far beyond reason now.

“i didn’t want to ruin our picnic!” you insist, and there’s no need to fake the tears that threaten to fall from your wide eyes. sun doesn’t even blink, and there’s no remorse in those golden eyes that stare at you, entirely unblinking. it’s too much. “i begged her! i promise i told her that i was with you and- and- and she even asked for my phone number and i didn’t give it to her!” 

“obviously,” you don’t know what you expect, but it’s certainly more than what sun offers you. “i’ve let you keep that honeyed tongue of yours for a reason, darling. trust me, it would be much easier for me if you were without it.” 

“she wouldn’t have kissed you if you couldn’t have talked back to her.” your boyfriend seems to be thinking something through, the way he hums in thought. “wouldn’t that be nice? could do all the talking for you.” the saccharine tone he uses is too sickly sweet for your liking, and it hurts—

you’ve become too reliant on sun’s validation in the time you’ve been together. 

in some sick way, he’s become the primary source of light and warmth in your little life. so when he turns away, leaving you in the dark like he does now, you’ll say anything to get back into his good graces, dignity be damned; you hate nothing more than when your sun is upset with you—

—and you know him well enough to make sure that he doesn’t remain that way.

unfortunately for not only him, but also for you.

“but…” you start, in a small and shaky voice you know he can’t help but take pity on. “but i told her i was married. i said my husband wouldn’t like to be kept waiting. i didn’t want her to touch me!” you rub your eyes with the back of your hands, “i’m sorry, sun. i’m sorry, so please please please don’t be mad, i love you.”

of course, you’d said no such thing, too surprised to let out a single word in that moment, choosing to focus on the bright pink colour of her hair as opposed to the strange look she gave you when she realised just how much you’d changed.

none of that change had come by choice, of course, but it was there now, regardless. 

there’s a tense moment of absolute silence between the two of you, save for the sound of your own shallow breathing, and then you feel that almost tangible tension begin to give way to something else entirely—something you’re not aware is just as dangerous, for both you and your pink haired friend. 

you don’t even realise when warm hands pull you closer and into a familiar embrace, only instinctively curling closer. “oh, babe, come here.” 

sun runs a hand through your hair as you cry, gently holding you to him like a lover does. the warmth you’d so desperately been craving before seeps through the cracks in his resolve, and you cling to him tighter, finding solace in this man you’ve tragically come to love, as he silently soothes you, despite being the sole cause of your misery.

“darling,” his voice is low when he speaks, except now the questions he asks are sweeter, compelled by the most primal part of him that yearns, above all, for an unconditional, picturesque love. “why did you tell her i was your husband?”

“because i wanna…” you pause for a mere moment, realising that there’s no turning back now from this point onwards. no point complaining now when you dug this hole for yourself, you suppose. “well…”

“becauseiwannamarryyouoneday.” the words come out all rushed, in one breath.

because i wanna marry you one day.

sun’s absolutely still for a second, and you think you’ve somehow fucked up, an apology dancing on the tip of your tongue—

—but you’re basking in those warm rays of absolute joy again, when he presses a flurry of happy little kisses to you, seemingly an entirely different man than the cold one who’d threatened to carve out your skin only moments ago. 

“oh, baby! that’s so sweet!” he coos, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his lips featherlight as they pepper you in soft kisses that have you squirming in his arms, with how they tickle. “oh, i love you so so much!”

“i love you, too—” 

“you wanna,” low murmurs between a flurry of never ending kisses, “marry me?” you nod against him, feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin, “sweet, darling baby.” he practically sings, face all flushed and pretty and pink as he breathes you in shamelessly, “gonna make you my little spouse.”

your hand comes up to roughly wipe away the now smudged lipstick stain on your cheek as your boyfriend continues to whisper sweet nothings against your skin. 

sun pretends not to notice what you’re doing, and you think you’d call that mercy.

hours later, when you’ve shown sun just how sorry you are, and he’s accepted that apology of yours—

he might have let you keep that sweet tongue for more than one reason; you certainly know how to put it to good use.

—he’ll head out under the guise of some “work thing” as he so unceremoniously put it. not wanting to test your luck, you hadn’t pushed, only seeing him off at the door with an innocent kiss, and those big starry eyes you knew he was a sucker for. 

it was when you’d been eating dinner alone, a few hours later, that he’d called you on the phone you very much did have. you didn’t even check who it was before picking up, knowing he was your only saved contact.

“i’m going to come home late, tonight.” sun says regretfully, the moment you pick up the phone. he doesn’t even greet you with his usual million compliments of how much he adores you and how desperately he misses you. “you don’t need to wait up for me.”

“but i wanna wait for you! i really wanted to…” you trail off, and your voice is softer when you speak again. 

“can you just keep me company over the phone? pretty please, sun?” 

sun is nothing more than a man at your mercy. honestly, how is he meant to help the way his face inevitably flushes at the way you ask so nicely? 

you have no idea how much sun loves that pleading tone of yours; even now, it’s got his hands shaking—which makes putting on these heavy duty rubber gloves unnecessarily difficult. 

“only because you asked so sweetly,” he concedes. sun’s tone is lighthearted, and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding at the mellifluous sound. “and i love you too much to say no to you, but who would have guessed that, right?”

“definitely not me,” you quip. “because in that case, i wouldn’t be eating dinner all alone, and you would be sitting across from me right now and rambling about how obsessed you are with me.”

your voice on speaker, and the light sound of his footsteps are the only sound in this unfamiliar room sun finds himself in as he steps over the unconcious body laying at his feet, to pick up a digital camera sitting on the nightstand. 

“i’m flattered you miss me so much, sweetheart. if you want, darling, i can tell you how obsessed i am with you right now.” he offers shyly, “you might end up falling asleep though, because i could go on forever.” 

and he means it, honestly. if you knew, you might actually think that would be the most terrifying part about sun’s affection; how eager he is to be so entirely earnest in his adoration for you.

“how about you save that for when you’re back home, and tell me something else?” 

the camera comes to life with a melodic ring. sun catches a glimpse of his own face on the screen, and whilst the features are identical to the man you know and love—there’s no mistaking the fresh, crimson blood splattered across his jaw. 

it’s smudged, too, with the way he’d tried to rub it off with the back of his hand. despite how incredibly sweet you are, he’s not sure you’ll love this look on him, so he makes a mental note to clean up before going back home to you. 

“whatever you want to know,” he responds. you and sun both know that you’re smart enough to be aware of certain questions you shouldn’t ask; lines you’d do well not to cross. “ask away, baby.”

“well,” you start tentatively. “i hope you don’t mind me asking, but…”

“go on,” he encourages you, sounding all gentler and kinder and nicer the way he knows you like him to be. 

“…where are you?”

“would you believe me,” he laughs lightly. “if i told you i was in a woman’s bedroom?”

you frown, “is she in there with you?” 

he spares a quick glance back at the woman sprawled on the floor behind him, her pink hair darkened and damp with her own blood. 

“nah. she’s… out right now.”

“what sort of work thing is this?”

“more of a chore, really.” sun sighs, going through the camera’s gallery until he’s far back enough to have found what he was looking for. it’s a picture of you in a graduation gown, smiling cheek to cheek with a girl that is undoubtedly the one who’d dared to kiss you today. “don’t worry, baby. this is just something i have to get done if i want to make sure we live comfortably when we’re married.” 

“oh!” you flush, and he can’t help but blush too, whilst committing every stunning feature of yours in that charming photo to memory. “well, good luck then.” he thought it’d take much longer to convince you to marry him, so imagine his surprise when you were the first one to bring up your desire to be his spouse, entirely unprompted, and of your own volition. “i hope it’s nothing too annoying.”

“it’s easy,” sun couldn’t help the way his lips curled into a grin at the idea of being your husband. it would have been sweet, it not for the circumstances. he puts the camera back down exactly where he picked it up, digging through a pile of clothes haphazardly tossed onto the bed. “everything is easy and worth it if i’m doing it for you, baby.” sun picks up a pair of hello kitty socks, “because i love you.”

“flatterer.” he can basically hear you roll your eyes, even though he knows how fond you are when he tells you about how much you mean to him. sun knows about your developed depency on his validation and affirmation. he’d be stupid not to. 

he’d also be stupid not to realise what you were playing at in the park, earlier today. 

but it worked in his favour, got you all soft and sweet in the palm of his hands, waiting for him to put a ring on you; so who is he to complain?

“is it flattery if it works?” the man turns to the woman on the floor, crouching down and using his hand to pry open her mouth before he pushes the socks past her lips, effectively gagging her. 

he must have knocked her out harder than he thought, because she’s still out. “you’re breaking my heart, baby.” sun pouts, and even though he knows you can’t see him, he turns to where his phone is sitting on the windowsill, on speaker. “didn’t even say it back to me…”

“i love you,” you’re shy when you say it, probably thinking back to a few hours ago, when you’d been letting the worlds fall from your bruised lips like a prayer against the inside of his thighs, “so much, sunshine.” 

your boyfriend grins at the confession, “and yet,” he lets out a long, sad sigh he’s happy to hear you giggling at. “i still love you a million times more.” 

“is that why you’re in some woman’s bedroom at this time of night?” sun leans back to check the rope he’d tied around your old friend’s wrists, bound behind her. her ankles, too, because he isn’t in the mood to give chase tonight, only wanting this to be over as soon as possible so he can come back home to you. 

“i’m in high demand,” he shrugs, playing along with you. 

“you casanova,” you tease. satisfied that the knots he’s tied are tight enough, he leans back, still knelt besides her unconscious body. he pulls out a knife from his back pocket, one of those finer ones with a sharp blade. the smaller ones, meant to cut things up all fancy and precise. “how could you be so cruel?”

“personally,” you can practically hear sun smile over the phone. what you can’t see is the way the man you’ve come to love uses the knife in his hands to push a certain someone’s pink hair out of her face, and traces the shape of her red lips with the blade, “i’d consider myself more of a lady killer.” 

“would you, now?” sun adjusts his position so that he’s now kneeling directly on top of her, one knew pressed to her chest, keeping her pinned down to the floor, in an utterly helpless heap of painfully bound limbs. “well, try not to get too much blood on your hands, my handsome lady killer.” 

“no promises.” he shoots back, pressing the blade against her skin and drawing first blood. a thin line of crimson blossoms just beneath her lips, a satisfying hue much darker than the lipstick she had on when she kissed you. 

you sigh dramatically. “i can’t believe my boyfriend’s love has two types of body counts.” sun lets out a giddy laugh when the woman beneath him finally begins to come to, her lashes fluttering, gaze unfocused as she rapidly blinks, trying to make sense of the weight holding her down, the searing pain on her face and hands and legs and— 

“your boyfriend’s partner must be the loveliest, sweetest thing in the world.” sun whistles, when the woman starts thrashing beneath him in a futile attempt to escape, panic setlling in once she catches a glimpse of light reflect against the knife’s blade, poised and ready to carve off the lips that had touched you. “considering how much he loves them.”

“can’t deny that.” you grin, the line goes quiet for a moment. sun stuffs the hello kitty socks further back in her mouth, the makeshift gag muffling the sounds of her screams. your voice is hesitant, when you speak again. “hey, sunshine?”

“yes, my love?” sun asks sweetly, willing his hands to stop trembling from the adorable name you’ve come to start calling him by—digging his knee further into the woman’s body, as tears start to fall from her wide eyes at the sheer pain. 

now that he’s using his full strength, feeling the way her ribs nearly bend beneath him, it puts the way he’d been barely pressing his thumb into your cheeks earlier today to shame. the two are incomparable, given how fucking gentle he was being with you. 

“come home soon, please?” you bite the inside of your cheek, speaking in more of a hushed tone than before. “i think,” sun thinks he might have broken your friend’s ribs, with how she violently sobs beneath him. he doesn’t care enough to find out. “i think i’m gonna hang up now, because i don’t wanna keep you from whatever you’re doing but…” he pulls at her bottom lip, round around the makeshift gag. “i miss you.”

“aww, baby.” lining up the cut as well as he can, even though she still struggles, the knife’s blade is sharp as it digs into the soft, gummy flesh. “i miss you, too.”

“i’ll be home soon, okay?” the woman’s lips tear, and he collects what he cuts in his hands. her mouth is entirely dry, save for the blood that runs in rivulets, like a crimson river of his own making. “don’t force yourself to wait up. i love you, darling.”

“i know you do,” you smile softly. your boyfriend is so good to you. how lucky you are to have this sweet man all to yourself. you’d do well to keep him happy, “good night, sun.”

your night will be ending soon as you inevitably wander back to the bed you two share, but sun’s night is only just beginning.

“goodnight, baby.”

“hi, sunny.”

when your boyfriend crawls into the covers besides you, you’re the first to welcome him home, not even sparing a glance at the time, before your arms are around him and he’s lying down against your chest, listening to the slow, steady sound of your heartbeat. “missed you.”

“i know,” he says gently, pressing a kiss to your chest, loving the feeling of your hands running through his damp hair. he’s glad you’re too tired to say anything, he had to take a quick shower to wash all that blood and gore off his body. he’d made sure to use your conditioner and body wash, rubbing it into his skin where it mixed with the dried blood that clung to him, washing out in light pink, foamy bubbles.

sun won’t let you go out for a while, the both of you know that, as you lie down together; but whilst you think it’s more about the memory of the lipstick stain marring your pretty face, sun knows it’s because he can’t risk you seeing all of the missing posters that will inevitably follow, of a familiar girl you’re bound to recognise.

one with red lips and bright pink hair.

tomorrow, he thinks to himself, he’s going to ask you what sort of ring you’d like.

he hopes you say gold, just like his eyes. or you could say silver, just like his knife. anything to keep you happy, and in his arms. 

anything for you, forever.

you let out a soft yawn, and sun lets one of his hands wander, rubbing soothing circles on your arm in an attempt to lull you back to sleep. he’s glad you didn’t wait up; he loves lazy nights like this where you’re too exhausted to be anything but utterly soft with him.

“go to sleep, my love. i’ve got you.”

you only nod along to whatever he whispers in the darkness of your little room, pretend not to notice the faint coppery scent that lingers on the nape of his neck when you breathe him in; and you think you’d call that forgiveness.

[thehauntedetheral]

YANDERE ASSASIN

Requests are open !

• You and your husband has been married for 2 years now. And you were happy with each other.

• You are an accountant for a company while your husband is an engineer.

• You were like any other normal couple working, eating dinner together, going out on weekends, doing the usual day to day stuff.

• But one thing you didn't knew was that well your husband is an fake engineer who pretends to be one.

• In reality he is a most sought after assasin who is hired to kill top level people.

• The "I have to go out for two days for a project darling" is nothing but a excuse he gives you to go and kill his target in another state.

• Have guns hidden in various places in your shared home for " safety purpose ".

• One time you found one of his gun and asked him why is it here? "Hehe well darling the crime rate is increasing day by day I bought it for us for our safety I even have a legal licence for the gun." (Yes a licence for being an assasin)

• This is the same man who melts into your arms, follows you around the house like a puppy, looks at you like you hung the moon and stars and also the same man who doesn't miss his target even from miles and shoots them mercilessly.

• Hits all the target in a shooting game giving you a huge stuffed teddy bear while saying "Beginner's luck, baby."

• Yan vowed in the beginning phase of his job that he would never get married due to his job risk but you entered his life, made him break his vow as he asked you to marry him after falling so desperately in love with you. How couldn't he? You are just so damn perfect.

• You mentioned in a conversation to him casually how a co worker creeped you out by his staring. Boom from next day the co-worker now always avoids you like plague. (Because some unknown assasin threatened his life if he ever came near you)

• He has never been guilty in his life for killing people or having it as job but becomes guilty in a millisecond when he sees you sad thinking how bad of a husband I am? And to make all the clarifications clear you were not sad due to him you were just having your usual period mood swings. Because no way in hell this man would ever make you sad. Before making you cry he would shoot himself with his own gun.

• You both were watching an assasin movie on a weekend and you said how good looking and skilled that assasin the movie character is.

Meanwhile Yan's Mind : Control your self yan no need to be jealous you are better than that freaking stupid looking loser assasin. y/n just doesn't know. Control.

• Yan at a Halloween night comes home after shooting his target with a little blood on his clothes wearing his assasin black clothes and a gun in hand knowing full well that you are at your friend's house. Only to be surprised that you are at home throwing him a suprise Halloween party with others. You looking at him with a confused look as he stands on doorstep shocked.

Yan : Suprise baby!!! I came up dressed up as an assain that you liked in that movie. I hope you like it. (Saying with an akward smile while telling himself to not be so reckless next time)

Meanwhile the people at party who know the true Yan : 🧍‍♂️

• Is so damn protective of you due to his work line that whenever he leaves for days makes sure your friend stays with you and making sure you are safe through all the hidden cameras spread all over the house.

• He loves you a lot. He might be a deadly assasin to the whole world but he is just a normal engineer madly in love with you who just wants to devour you whole so no one else can have you.

• Reader to their friends : My husband won't ever hurt a fly.

Meanwhile Yan listening to this conversation: 🧍‍♂️

• When he is off duty he just spoils you with his cooking and spending all his time with you cuddling watching shows and just talking.

• Prays to god that you never found out about his true job afraid that you would get scared and leave him.

For more yandere reading :

[heartfullofleeches]

Loser Reader gets isekai'd into their favorite horror smut game, but instead of the humans being the love interests it's all the monsters who terrorized the MC and their group who are also now nightmare horror femboys-

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Friend: Look out, it's coming right for us!

Loser Reader: Why does that monster have such a fat ass?.... [Shouting] Hey, why's your ass so fat?!

[The Monster blushes - pointing at its leathery face with four of its spider-like arms]

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Loser Reader: I found your missing eye. We're cool now, right?

Femboy Ghost Yan: Finally....I am whole. Now we can be together, my love.... Will you take me as your groom and/or bride? I'm fine with either title so long that is is you I wed.

Loser Reader: Huh. This isn't how this plotline went when I played this game-

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Friend(?): Y/n! I love you!

Loser Reader: Finally, a relationship with someone who's alive or doesn't have three mouths... Actually,that second one isn't so bad- besides the teeth

Friend, eyes black as the night sky: Which is why I won't let this one take you away from me.

[The friend grins from ear to ear - slowly walking backwards into oncoming traffic]

Loser Reader: God-DAMNIT! Every fucking time it's always the same shit-

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Antagonist, pointing a gun at Reader: You're what they seem to be after. What's stopping me from shooting you in both legs and giving them what they want?

Loser Reader: uhhhh ughhhhhh....Fuck it-

[Loser Reader rushes forward and kisses them on the lips before shoving them away as if they had been the one to kiss them]

Loser Reader: Whoa....Whoa! Dude, we're just friends! If my boyfriends found out you kissed me they might kill you-

[Their attacker's face goes pale as dozens of hands pound and claw at the windows of the cabin they're trapped in]

[hkruu]

Can you write a cold and distant yandere CEO with everyone but a total puppy to the reader?

“NOTICE ME.” — hkr

\\ yan ceo , loser behavior behind doors lmfao , implied favoritism , stalking , mention of murder and violence , slightly sadistic (?) , not my usual style of writing but I tried !! //

Keith was loosing his mind, do these worms that work under him not understand English? He swears that anyone could drop dead and he wouldn't care except for that worker (you) that he always seemed to favor out of anyone.

Of course everyone that worked on the company was aware.

"Seriously, how do you even gain the favor of boss? I swear he's a tough ice." One of of your co-workers had asked, you could only shrug in response. You of all people didn't know why Keith favored you among the best, I mean just why? There was Kayla who was employe of the month, Seth who was his assistance so what could you offer?

Keith who somehow gets jealous of everything and anything, you try to interact with the newbies? Huh, when did they become so busy with a lot of paper works? It's only their first day . . . If you want answers you might wanna turn to Seth.

Keith who really likes seeing you working hard, it reminds him the times where he watched you study hard for your degree during September 3 at 3:17 am — you're asking why he knows that? Well he's Keith, a normal guy trying to make business.

When Keith is alone, you might mistake him from another guy. Behind the doors of his office room, you're greeted with the warmth of his affection and a soft tone going “Good day".

Keith acts like a total puppy around you and he doesn't care, if you want to change your schedule it's already done in a swift! Want to be an air-conditioned room? Already done and dusted. You murmur wanting to be employee of the month? Oh would you look at that, you're employee of the month!

Of course, he'd always find a way where it's always related to him. He did want his name engraved into your head. . . .

Keith's love language is definitely act of service and gift giving. It's one of his strong suits since it came so naturally over him, he'd always remind you that he only shows this side to you because you are special to his eyes. Of course, some employee who overhead it will be the one who's flustered instead.

You two don't have a label in your point of view, but in Keith's? He practically thinks it's your 4th anniversary! He just loves you so much, why can't you just accept his love and let him trap you in his safe space? You won't have to work, do chores and even lift a finger. Keith would happily do anything you wanted, your needs mattered more than his.

Keith is the type to let the situation defuse by itself but when dealing with someone getting in his way to finally make you his — he's not above to resorting to violence. Even if Keith soft to you, he will never hesitate to resort to bad behavior just to make you stay by his side, like an actual loyal partner.

Murder wasn't a second choice, it was always the first choice. It didn't matter if it was a simple misunderstanding or a little trouble, there was no harm in ending lives when it came to you. Keith doesn't find blood dirty, he finds it fascinating. Blood keeps your heart pumping, blood runs through your veins at this very moment, it's something he likes feeling, touching.

That CEO is no psychopath, he calls it affection. Can't you see all the efforts he did just so that you could be in a higher position? Did you not acknowledge everything he did to you during highschool? During middle school? College? Do you not remember Keith? It was a shame, but this time he would make sure that you'd remember him for the rest of your life.

Even if you run away, quit your job, live in another country. Keith will always follow in any shape or form, he'll engrave the memories you spent together in your stupid brain, he'll carve his name into your skin and watch it bleed with your blood.

Keith is a normal guy. He's distant and cold, he keeps everything to himself, and he certainly doesn't like sharing.

\\ sorry if it's short ><!! I thought I was free the whole day but uhhh my schedule said no and sent me to a writing frenzy irl again!!//

\\ grrr request now cus I AM SKIBIDI //

\\ tysm for requesting anon, I hope I didn't go ooc 😞 (I did) //

[yuutryingtowrite]

I love all these submissive yans! their loser vibes have charmed me… I‘m eagerly looking forward to salaryman pt.2

Will he at some point want to quit his job and become reader‘s house husband? since they’re probably better at providing for him that the other way around

Thank you very much! They definitely are huge losers lmao. I will do my best for part 2! He is my most difficult pookie to write and I definitely wanna do it well, so it is coming a bit later 😭 I also got some other yanderes i wanna write first, I am working a bit on everything haha!

Salaryman hates his job, it is really stressful for him, so, if reader wants, he of course will be reader’s househusband! He won’t be good at it in the beginning though. He doesn’t know how to cook since he only eats instant or frozen food. He also gets discouraged easily (especially after what he went through at his job), so he needs lot of support! He is quite capable at chores though, since he lives alone and does everything himself. He doesn’t like being dirty so. As for greeting after work, he is quite shy and awkward, reader is gonna be the one who has to hug/kiss him at the door lol, at least in the beginning.

[cinnamonest]

I know nothing about Persona let alone Goro Akechi but after reading the bsf and yan profile post I want to give this man a hug (and my tits). His story seems so sad ;-; and he's so pretty and for what?? 💢

Honestly, as much as I enjoy genshin I never truly found it to have any meaningful or extremely well written characters (which is not a bad thing, I just can't take them seriously when they all look like that lmao). All credit to making me think twice about them goes to writers and artists in the fandom. So the change in content feels soooooo nice. Made me appreciate your writing in another way

I've heard about Persona a LOT for years, but I didn't have a huge drive to play it until your liveposting (p.s I love the LP so much) and especially the posts with that one insane policeman guy who is a loser (affectionate, also giving him my pussy). Any recs? 😅

HE IS MY BABY BOY you're so right he is so pretty 😖😖😖 Akechi is genuinely an excellently written character, and Persona 5 Royal is one of the few games I think fully deserves to be so hyped as it is.

Tbh I think the problem genshin and similar games has is that there's so many characters, you have to essentially go out of your way to dig into lore to get anything beyond surface level from them. This happens a lot in series with lots of characters — like with Danganronpa for example, your experience of a lot of characters completely changes upon playing their free time events. A lot of genshin characters get very little screen time on the main story, so all their characterization is in their quests, lines, and character profile content. Which to be fair, with a game of this nature that's kinda the only way to really do it, so, I'm just glad they give us that extra content tbh. I've played some gachas that would introduce new characters but give very little beyond a design and name which is kinda sad when you want to know more about the lil guy you're playing with.

But AAAAAAAAAAAAAA thank you so much anon I am going to ramble here, but I'll put a tl;dr at the bottom!

Soooo if you want to get into Persona, I'd recommend the series in a certain order with some notes. There's 5 main entries in the series and a lot of spinoffs.

A word of advice in general with marathoning a game series: with any series it's a good idea to play in order of chronological and thus technological progression, especially if you intend to play the series back to back, otherwise going from a more recent game to an older one can damper your experience due to the decrease in graphical quality, gameplay smoothness, and general content quantity.

However for this series, the ideal order to play really depends on the factors of 1) which version of Persona 3 you choose to play, and 2) if you want to play Persona 1 & 2.

Regarding Persona 1 and 2: These are some of those games where your enjoyment will strongly depend on whether or not you're a person who is okay with some of the frustrations, limitations and slowness/jankiness common to old games (they came out between 1996-1999). I know some people don't mind or see it as a sort of vintage charm, while others get very frustrated with that — if you're the latter, I'd recommend saving yourself the frustration and skipping them, but if you like old games or have a high tolerance for jankiness, you could start here. I will also say that, even amongst the vintage/90s games fan crowd, P2 is definitely more popular and considered better than P1. It's also much better on the aforementioned issues.

Also, unless you have an original PlayStation or PSP, you'll have to emulate these.

Regarding Persona 3: there's several versions — the original came out in like 2006, then there was a remake version called P3 FES which added an epilogue (which is being added to the recent remake soon anyway), then a PSP remake called Persona 3 Portable (which has ports on modern consoles), then the most recent remake, Persona 3 Reload, came out just a few months ago in 2024.

Obviously the newest remake has vastly improved graphics and added lots of gameplay content. However, one of the biggest differences is that P3 Portable had the option to play as a female protagonist — this altered a lot of aspects of the game and is exclusive to that version (which has disappointed a lot of people hoping she'd be in the 2024 remake), so you can't play as her if you play Reload (unless, I believe, you play PC, there's a volunteer team currently making a mod for her).

Personally, I bought P3 Reload, and couldn't get into it, so I dropped it. Then I bought P3P on a whim and LOVE it so far. Getting to play as the girl protagonist makes a massive difference in my opinion, and more than compensates for the older graphics/gameplay. It's not just the romance routes either, her dialogue options, interactions, music, and overall vibe is different enough that it changes the feel of the story.

It really depends on what you value more — 2024-tier visual quality/gameplay and the epilogue, versus the Female Protagonist experience, so just pick which you prefer.

For the order thing, if you choose to play P3P (or the original/FES for whatever reason), I'd start here, but if you want to play Reload, I'd play it either last or just before P5 Royal.

Moving on, Persona 4: Golden and Persona 5: Royal are both the definitive editions of their respective games. They're remakes of the originals with a lot of added content, and unlike Persona 3, there's no reason to play the older versions over these. Notably their themes/vibes are kinda opposite of each other (big city world-scale societal rebellion versus small rural town murder mystery), I wouldn't say either story is better or worse, they're not really comparable and more a matter of personal taste.

As for the stories, admittedly if you've read my posts, you've essentially already been spoiled on the identity of the killers, but honestly it's still worth experiencing the story, there's multiple big plot twists before and after the reveals regarding Akechi/Adachi.

I would play Persona 5 Royal last, largely because it's widely considered the best entry to the series and is by far the longest. However if you only intend to play one game, it should definitely be P5 Royal. The only real flaw to P5 is it's much easier than previous games.

From here, there's a few more spinoff games, whether or not you want to play them really just depends on if you enjoy the genre. There's a bit of lore in some of them but nothing critical.

Dancing All Night/Starlight/Moonlight - dancing rhythm games

Arena Ultimax - fighting game, acts as an epilogue to P3&4

Persona Q 1&2

These are Nintendo DS spinoffs with chibi style art. I haven't played these and admittedly don't know much about them, I think they're dungeon crawler genre? It's popular for the aspect of which it involves the characters of the different main games, so you get to see them interact with each other.

The downside is that these games are oddly expensive, I think because there weren't too many copies. I intend to get them eventually.

Persona 5 Tactica/Strikers:

These are P5 spinoffs that put the cast in alternate stories, strikers is the closest to a true sequel from my understanding, tactica is more of a dungeon-crawler. I didn't get them because Akechi isn't in strikers and is just minor dlc for tactica.

The Phantom X

This is upcoming I believe, it's going to be a mobile game with a new cast.

The TL;DR of my advice:

- Play P2 only if you're into vintage gaming

- Play P1 only if you're REALLY into vintage gaming

- Play Persona 3 Portable if you really value the female protagonist/male character romance experience, otherwise play Persona 3 Reload

- If you play the original Persona 3, FES, or P3 Portable: start with that, then P4 Golden, then P5 Royal

- If you play Persona 3 Reload: play P4 Golden FIRST, then both P5 Royal and P3 Reload in either order.

- Play the spinoffs just based on what type of games you like, if any.

[silviakundera]

Joy of Life S1 Ep 42 liveblogging

watching for the 1st time, so don't tell me secrets ;)

Fan Xian seems really sure he's the emperor's son. Hmmmm Do I feel confident the emperor likes him, as much as a selfish schemer of his kind can like anyone? Sure. Do I feel confident at this point that the emperor thinks FX is his illegitimate kid? IDK because this could be another cover and he was actually helping her hide something. I'm just not at the place yet where I am taking that as an irrefutable fact.

The look on FX's face when Xiao En says as long as he knows he's a Xiao. Good acting! You can see the compassion FX has for him. He's not only ruthless and vicious.

"Don't bury me. I don't want to be underground anymore." 😢😔

"I am sorry I am not your grandson. Sit tight. You won't be bothered anymore." All of his dialogue in this scene is simple but full of sincere feeling. FX is not as wholly dark as he thinks he is. What a fantastic, complex character. I really like him.

That secret was indeed underwhelming for me but Xiao En had a fantastic arc.

Chen Pingping always has like 5 reasons for anything he does. Love that about him.

LMAO Chen Pingping even set up things so evil Princess' plot ended up giving FX a chivalrous bestie. (He reminds me a lot of Korn, the mafia kingpin from Kinnporsche. Can't predict everything but makes great bets based on all the variables he can control and his understanding of people's hearts. Willing to risk it all for the reward.)

Hi Gao Baokun! Ohhhhhhhh now FX is on the trail of Chen Pingping's 5th Reason. Teng Zijing was set up to be in that village! Hand selected to be positioned into FX's life. Just a pawn.

Gao Baokun is just a random loser who got dragged into the mud (but wait--we already knew he didn't try to kill Teng Xijing's fam in the end, and that part was the Bureau? Or at least I thought we knew that.)

It's touching that after all FX still trusts Teng Zijing. His one true friend! ❤

ahhhhhhhh Fan Xian is super pissed at his uncles. Guys you may have miscalculated this. Like my beloved Korn from Kinnporsche, Chen Pingping & Emperor want it all and are betting big that they can have their power AND their chosen people. Or at least the Emperor really wants both. Korn won the day in that drama (tho fandom keeps punishing him in fanfic). We'll see if FX can eventually forgive.

His Majesty is actually calling it out that they say to each other & perhaps even to themselves that they see Fan Xian as their baby boy and yet.... I like the emperor for his self awareness and inner conflict about his hypocrisy

Does Fan Jian truly think of FX wholeheartedly as his foster son? Are Chen Pingping and His Majesty actually having real trust issues..? Remains to be seen.

We're back with Yan Bingyuan and FX admitting this was a test for him.

Who's Xiao En's real grandson? Yan Bingyuan? ....... LMAO that took the drama like 3 min to answer. Yep it's probably him.

nah don't tell Bingyuan any disabling shit before you are out of the country 🙈 this man is already like an anxious chihuahua

I believe the emperor sees what I do: that a fealty to Qing & determination to make it the most powerful does not necessarily = fealty to the current emperor. Saying Chen Pingping is dedicated to the best for the country does NOT read like perfect loyalty to His Majesty. It's not that he's against the emperor or FX and doesn't gaf, it's just that his obsession for the bigger goal is what it is. A common fear that cdrama royalty has to grapple with. They both hunger for personal loyalty & can't trust it.

oh is it Shen sister? She's way more fun than her erstwhile boyfriend, let her in!

lol that's right Bingyuan, give us nothing

FX just watching the drama because Bingyuan is too obvious

So..... Now Fan Xian wants to be the Investigations Bureau head and a top official.... to find out how mom really died and get revenge? 🤔

[yn-dere]

[2:14 AM]

TW: Extremely dark topics, please practice caution whilst reading.

The headlights of the car flickers softly, illuminating the bushes and trees spreading out across the dead end street. The crickets and the small croaks that I can only guess are coming from frogs, seem to get louder by the passing second. Roaring, almost as if they are small spectators tittle-tattling about this son of a bitch. The night black and bleak, the upended crescent moon frowning over my claustrophobic car. Droplets can be heard on the roof, even the clouds seem to be mourning.

I sigh as I cast my eyes upon the woman laying backseat, her eyes closed as the car lights vaguely reveals her face. My breath hitches as it has been my body's automated response to her for a long time. Along with the sweaty hands and stammering.

I wish it wasn't. I wish I wasn't such a loser. I wish I could conversate with her like a normal person without tripping over myself and falling head first. But it doesn't really matter... she understood me. She understood me and she liked me, she told me she did. Dates after dates, mostly her talking and me shyly chiming in at times. It was all that I treasured, really. At times she would be happy and I would be merry with her, other times I'd happily be her shoulder to cry on. She understood me... or at least I thought she did.

I didn't take her out to a concert for her to be making out with a nuance. I wanted to yell but I was confused! Why was she acting like everything is fine after flipping my entire world upside down? Smiling from ear to ear as we got into the puny car to drive back home. Why did she look so happy? Why kiss HIM on OUR date? Also, why didn't she care? Pulled up to a dead end street after gathering all the courage I had to confront her, and if the current predicament was bad..it worsened with an influx of questions thrown at me by her.

Why was I angry? Why did I care about who she kissed? Why was I acting crazy? We were just friends...?

...Friends?

Even through the dark lighting, I can still see the blood seeping in through the seats, creating dark parallel lines. The huge gaping wound at her neck takes nothing away from her beauty and I could almost swear that my hands were sweating like always, if it weren't for the headlights casting light upon the dark red colour coating them.

I take a deep breath as my thumb hovers over those three digits, leaving blood residue on my phone screen.

....

It's 112, what's your emergency?

Uhh, there has been a murder suicide at the.....end of poe street?

The end of poe street?

Yeah

Okay, do you happen to know any of the victims?

Yes, her name's YN YLN and the perpetrator is uhm... choi-choi soobin?

Oh. Are there any signs of life? Are you sure they're both dead?

She is, yeah and I'll be in a few minutes.

( Leading on someone like yan!soobin wether by accident or deliberately, is not a good idea.. I'm sure you'll agree )

Gif by @yeonjune

[bite-sized-devil]

What are your first vs last impression of the demon brothers?

@crazyyanderefangirlfan

Ok Yan, since it's you asking of course I'll answer!

Disclaimer: these are just MY impressions. Don't take offence if I insult your favs. I won't give a fuck anyway (if I'm being honest I actually will give a fuck so please don't make me cry! I'm soft ok!)

Lucifer first impression:

Why does this chest clutching motherfucker think he's so fucking great, yeah he's good looking so what? Did he not choose me to be the exchange student? Why is he giving me so much fucking attitude then? Fucking annoying first born, oh you think your life is hard? Try being the first daughter, I look after my entire family including my older brothers. Unbelievable.

Lucifer last impression:

Daddy let me make you feel good, are you stressed? What am I saying you're always stressed! Let me give you everything you want/need. Let me look after your brother's for you, take a break, get some rest, wanna fuck?

Mammon first impression:

He's so pretty! But why is he always so mean to me? We could be friends man but you're ruining it by all the annoying pushing me away shit. I definitely don't think you're trash? I am also very down to steal from the rich. Bring on the shenanigans! Let's annoy the shit out of everyone!

Mammon last impression:

He's my precious babygirl! My favourite little dumby! My partner in crime! Does mammoney want to cuddle? A kiss? A dollar? Something shiny? He can have it all and more! Out of curiosity/necessity can we fuck on that pool table? Or is that like not in the cards for us? Because I have trick cards that we can use so it becomes in the cards?? Interested? No? Just me? Okkkiee!

Leviathan first impression:

My third crush. Angry little e-boy needs to get fucked, and I'm willing to take that one for the team. I instantly liked him. I love insecure losers, because I am one! Now continue your 3 hour speech about that new anime you're into, I am listening, I am interested, I am wanting to kiss that silly little face of yours!!!

Leviathan last impression:

See first impression, it has not changed. I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOUR. Is what I'd say if I was on trial. He's just such a pathetic nerd and I love that. And you know what, he's got a huuuuge dick and no one can convince me otherwise.

Satan first impression:

Book worm also likes cats. Ok I can dig that, personally I was not fussed on him to begin with, I was like where's the fire? Mainly because he wasn't very into the surprise guest shit and I didn't think it was worth it to spend my dp's on his favourite food for every surprise guest visit. And then I did the gold hellfire newt syrup arc and I was like oh damn there's the fire. Ok ok ok, I can get on this Satan train. I'll buy a ticket to ride.

Satan last impression:

I LOVE FLIRTING WITH HIM!! It's so easy and quite endearing to have him become a blushing mess. Proud member of the anti lucifer league, it gets me the punishment I neeeed 🙏🙏🙏 I also have like a fuck ton of cat pictures on my phone and I know he'd love that.

Asmodeus first impression:

He's pretty, and pink! But kind of full of himself. Originally I wasn't super interested in him, but he kept doing all this cute shit that kept drawing me back in. I want to pet his pretty little head and tell him he's the prettiest little being in all three realms. 🩷

Asmodeus last impression:

Besties! Fuck buddies! Dancing partner! He'll be seeing all of my naughty pictures before I send them because he's the one taking them. I still think he's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I'll be telling him that every second of every day.

Beelzebub first impression:

B I G. Like hello up there can I get a kiss? My second crush that took over first place. How could he not? He's so sweet, I want to take care of him. I want him to fuck me senseless every single night. My goodness, when he blushes I swear my coochie swoons. Did I say big already? I did? Ok well I'm saying it again! B I G!!!!!

Beelzebub last impression:

My one truest love. My favourite biggest boi. My sweet pumpkin pie. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I'm completely not normal about him! I can't be, he drives me insane. Fucking BIG!

Belphegor first impression:

My first crush actually! He's just so pretty, and soft spoken and angry and he's so fucking romantic when he wants to be. He blows me away. And the fact that he is fine with me wanting his twin too? My god could he be anymore perfect.....

Belphegor last impression:

Hehe now my second crush! His twin takes first place. Still everything the same as first impression, but like X10 because he killed me. *Swoons* don't ask me to explain, it's obvious.

Would love to hear your first/last impressions too Yan! Or anyone's actually 😂

@sassykattery @delphi-dreamin @attic-club-sandwich @kyungjoon-do @yourboyhack @yuujispinkhair

[dangermousie]

Before I get to the substantive meta post, let me just say that Sun Yi Zhou is ridiculously my RL type in terms of looks, and is 100% equipped to be one of those sexy general mains in danmei or het web novels. 

But also! The first time around and even more so on this run, He Xia is a wonderful character who is just as interesting and complex (and in some ways more so) than our OTP. This drama is 62 eps and sometimes it’s to its detriment (the separation near the end could have been shortened in terms of runtime) but most of the time it uses its time wisely and the run time allows all characters to breathe, not just focusing on the OTP, making it more epic and real. 

In another drama, he’d be the hero, a loyal, brave and competent general betrayed and hunted by his own king out of insecurity and returning to seek vengeance; Lan Ling Wang is actually about that very topic! (And is next on my rewatch list.) 

The pontentiality for him and Chu Bei Jie is actually the same - both of their rulers are insecure losers and CBJ’s king comes pretty close a couple of times to doing to CBJ what He Xia’s king did to him. The difference is solely in that CBJ’s king is somewhat more functional (and has a somewhat deeper relationship with CBJ than Yan ruler does with He Xia) and that CBJ is older and tougher. But in a less lucky universe, I can easily see the Jin king overstepping irrevocably and you know CBJ would embark on the path of vengeance. In a way, it is fitting that He Xia is CBJ’s ultimate and final opponent because it’s CBJ who created him by intriguing with Yan king against Yan’s best generals’ family. It is totally understandable CBJ would do that as a Jin subject but the concept of you sow what you reap is delicious.

Why yes, the Yan king is the type of man who decides to hunt down his best general(s) while he’s fighting an existential war. Clearly he doesn’t have TV and never watched The Young Warriors, Patriot Yue Fei, Rebel Princess, Lan Ling Wang or a dozen other dramas about perils of the same (and not even getting into reading a single rudimentary chronicle either.)

The thing that gets me in these early eps is that He Xia is just...good. He is a good person - a loyal subject, a brave general, a devoted son, a lovely quasi-brother/potential husband for Ping Ting and his incredulity about what is happening to him, to them, his attempt to believe that if he could only EXPLAIN, they would understand they are wrong and this is a good faith error, is heartbreaking.

By the end of the drama, he is a broken monster for whom death is a kindness, a man who amassed huge power but lost all humanity and everyone he’s ever loved. And he should be removed; a monster should not be allowed to rule the world. But when Chu Bei Jie kills him it isn’t a pure triumph of good over evil; it’s bittersweet at best and tragic at its base. Because CBJ is not the only reason He Xia is broken - the monster dimwit ruler is one, his psycho family (I agree with @mousieta his father’s “I am gonna off myself so he seeks revenge” is gross as hell), his own descent into darkness as the result of sufferings and humiliations he undergoes all play a part. But in a lot of way, Chu Bei Jie is putting down a monster he himself created, a man he once respected and who respected him, even if only as an honorable enemy, he is the one who set into motion a set of circumstances that turned a chevalier sans peur et sans reproche into a rabid animal. 

It’s interesting though because CBJ is ruthless but he has his own set of rules and honor. When he comes for the old prince of Jin’s head, it’s because the man broke his word to retire. Unlike so many others in this narrative (including later He Xia), he is willing to give you an out if you take it; it does not have to be blood. (Side note, hell of an entrance!)

Even here, he spares the old general because he realizes he’s too old to be a threat. Too bad the man is one of the characters who’d rather die that be worsted and live to fight another day. Old man, congrats, you are building a road for your son to become a psycho.

CBJ’s grim face at that. Old man ain’t wrong, he’s wrecked CBJ’s life for many years to come as payback (though ultimately works out.)

And He Xia survives his horrible battle and finding his mother having stabbed herself to death (a woman who did not think about her kid, both his parents are no good) only to find his father dead (I love love love that CBJ respected his fallen foe and made him a plaque.) PS when he starts digging into the burial mound with his bare hands!

PS This convo before it all goes truly to hell is super interesting because they are loving and affectionate but I do not get any romantic vibe on their part, just friends and quasi-siblings. The thing is, if nothing bad somehow happened and Ping Ting and He Xia got hitched, it would be a functional marriage with liking on both parts but not only is it not the passionate love she experiences with CBJ (or he with the Princess), Ping Ting would never truly be as fierce, as unleashed, as her own woman coming into her own as she is with CBJ. She’d always feel she owed He Xia’s family, and also much as I love him he’s not her equal the way CBJ is.

@renewedmotionforjudgment​ said that one of the things she liked that Ping Ting and CBJ are adults making adult decision in an adult way and that is so perfectly put! But also, the rest of the characters are the same. Even characters who are petty or self-absorbed or immature are so in an adult way, if it makes sense. This drama is so damn good!

[heartfullofleeches]

Creep Yan: You don't judge me for who I am.... Haha, if anything- you're just like me. I love you so-

Loser Reader: nah, lemme stop you right there. We're ending this conversation before it even starts

Creep Yan: h-huh? You don't like me either? Are you rejecting me because of how I look? How I act? I thought you were different!

Loser Reader: This ain't about you. Stop watching people sleep and you might even pass for a decent partner someday. No, have you seen me? Cause I definitely have, and buddy - you could do a million times better. Leave while you still can because I will ruin your life

Creep Yan, blushing: Wow.... you're the only person who can break my heart into hundreds of pieces and make me fall deeper in love you more at the same time~ How can we not be soulmates?

[merakiui]

AAAAAAHH THE SCARA FIC!!! it was so good!! the part where he's mean to us for attempting to receive help from teyvatcord rather than the internet ( ; ω ; ) and the fact u call it teyvatcord instead of discord is so cute!! honestly I feel like that small detail made me enjoy it 10x more because I'm a sucker for little canon eastereggs—and!! the harbingers and knights of favonius mention (scaras right, that name is lame!! like, who names their team 'knights of favonius') T_T sobsob <33 scara being mad at his teammates was so adorably funny hehe — that whole little segment was so funny and domestic , him mocking us and the little bickering between us <33 AND!! THE ENDING (＠_＠) don't even get me started orz.. he was surprisingly cute and somewhat nice T_T and his little ego-boost and cocky demeanor after finding out it was our first time!! (>_<) and, and!! him crying at the end aaaaa my heart orz

AND I SEE U ALREADY UPDATED UR LUNAR LOVE HOTEL M-LIST (≧▽≦)!! it's cute how u give us a little snippet and idea of what the next work will be about and who will be featured (excited for the idia piece!!) :3 I'm not really sure what u plan working on next (I think u mentioned dru? :o) but either way I am so excited and ready for anything u post (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ reading ur work always makes me happy; your blog is an addiction for me!! (>_<)

I hope u have a good rest of your weekend and make sure to rest up if you can!! :D u deserve any and all rest u can get after all the effort and work you put into feeding us so well ^_^

AHAHDHWHF (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ I LITERALLY JUST SENT AN ASK IN BUT I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVED SCARA COOKING FOR US (｡T ω T｡) he was so cute and such a little loser wanting to make sure we got three meals a day and keeping us comfortable (＞﹏＜) and the way we were teasing him about it aaaa!! the crumbs of scara's domesticity while being in his captivity LOLL

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LOVELY, WONDERFUL, SWEET ANON, THANK YOU FOR SUCH A KIND MESSAGE OMG!!!!! ＊*♡( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ）

I'm very flattered you liked the little easter eggs I sprinkled throughout. I like the sound of Teyvatcord; it's really cute, so I'm happy you could enjoy it as well! And the Knights of Favonius versus Harbingers for the tournament Scaramouche was complaining about... I had fun mentioning it! Hopefully his team can win in the tournament!!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ and subtly dropping Xiao into the story, too!! >:D aaaaa so many fun little allusions are packed in there!!

But I'm glad you liked the part where he's getting angry at his teammates (writing "can you stop spamming the chat for five seconds, Tartaglia? Damn!" had me cracking a silly smile because I could hear it in his voice so perfectly). I had so much fun writing that scene and his banter with Reader!! They have such a fun chemistry. >0< and his ego boost at learning you're a virgin!! He shouldn't let it feed his pride too much because he's also a virgin LOL. I had fun writing the sex scenes. Scara is so cute and lovable when he isn't being a bully. <3 originally, he was going to be very mean and it would be more so punishment sex than anything, but I liked the idea of Scara softening over the fact that it's your first time as well. Even he can be sentimental at times hehe!!

And cooking for you yes!!!! Beyond the death threats, he cares in very subtle ways and one of those is making sure you're always fed. It's perfect domestic malewife energy. Scara just wants you to be content when you're here as his kitten-captive-roommate???? All of those things... orz he's a loser, but he's a loser who cares and isn't that so sweet!!!! ^v^

I did indeed update the masterlist hehe!!! :D I'm happy to know you're looking forward to Idia's ficlet! As for what I am working on next, the upcoming chapter for DRU is halfway complete, so I might release it before finishing "The Most Dangerous Game" (a yan!Jade fic). After those fics, I'll either finish Dr. Riddle, the next Bittersweet Secret chapter, or begin writing yandere!Trey. I hope those fics can be something you can look forward to!!! (˚ᗜ˚*)

Thank you again for enjoying what I post!!! <3 I'm glad that it can make you happy!!!!! And I will be sure to get plenty of rest! Please also make sure to get enough rest and eat delicious foods and drink water and don't forget to take any medicines or vitamins you may need!!!

[scruus]

God, Silverwolf playing games 24/7…what a loser. (my loser!!!!) But think about Yan!Reader to spice it up.

In Silverwolf’s life, all she cares about is gaming. Like, GOD how pathetic…Oh, but it makes it easier to keep her to yourself when she doesn’t bother facing actual faces of people but more so on faces of screens instead. Hell, she honestly doesn’t even give a fuck when you start acting all needy and touchy. As long as you don’t bother her while she’s playing, it’s fair game. And like a true simp, whenever she loses a game to some other addicted loser, it doesn’t take long for her to leak his i.p address…not unless you found it first. What you do to him? She doesn’t care, but she has a few ideas! Oh well, if anything that benefits her as much as it does you. Less competition for her gaming skills = happy gamer gf. And a happy gf (soon to be wifed up) is all you need…Now then, Silverwolf dear, why don’t you stop paying attention to that game of yours and look at me?…Hello?…Hm, since you’re so busy with your mind focused on playing with that stupid screen, than you shouldn’t care about me playing with your sweet body then right?

I am not really into yandere shit but damn this sounds scarily hot. Uk reader going around slaying people who stare at her or play games with wolfie (yes i will call silver wolf that now) and then she wonders why all her teammates are offline and aren’t playing the game anymore 🫣🫣

she would never know what reader does behind her back because reader knows very well to clean off blood from their hands🫡

[proxylynn]

i am a simple man, DG.

all ya gotta do is feed me and call me cute nicknames and im yours.

Yan!DG: *looks at the other yans* I don't know the fuck you all are talking about?! "Oh, no, my darling resists me" Meanwhile this one serves themselves on a goddamn platter! Suck it, losers!

[magical-characters-tourney]

SO! I am now looking for (additional, in some cases) propaganda for the losers of round 1 listed under the cut. Reblogs, replies, asks, whatever you use, If you have something to encourage someone to vote for your blorbo so that they can win something, please tell me!

Due to the two ties we had, there are only 62 contestants for the loser’s bracket. I will likely run a mini-poll of additional characters that were not submitted but I have been told could’ve counted and allow two of them into this bracket.

Tatsuhisa Kamijo

Judar

Cure Kagura

Takuto

En Yufuin

Haruhito Sugiyama

Io Naruko

Gabe Travolt

Bright Illusion

Takuto Tsubashi

George Honda

Takeo Takumi

Yuki

Riku Amami

Jio

Ryouma Kirishima

Tsubasa Yuunagi

Shu Yan

Kikyou

Hideki Shibuya

Kousuke Kasuga

Blanc

Basil

Kazune Kujyo

Schlain Zagan Analeit

Ichiro Dougo

Synn Sakura

Jason

Hinomiya Kaito

Asahi Minamikawa

Camilo Madrigal

Ran

Akihito Sugiyama

Souta Kishibe

Homura Hoterase

Ryousuke Katashiro

Shining Cosmo

Bright Heart

Max Owen

Cure Top

Mei Xin

Adora Flora

Satoshi Hiwatari

Juka Mutsuoka

Minatsuki Sakuya

Magikal Nuko Len Len

Ikuto Tsukiyomi

Nagihiko Fujisaki

Takashi Dai

Eylan Hasegawa

Giyru

Xia Lou

Kevin

Prince Citron

Saki Uno

Kim Dokja

Kazama Mika

Wagner

Starchild

Itsuki

Rikumori Yuu

Mashira Shinkiro

[needsmoreknives]

got tagged by @numetalpuppygirl, a Poster of Quality, to name 5 things that I like so step one mimd control rays go check char out step two here it is

starting with the most important one lest i get stood on at night. Schrödinger master of emotional manipulation soft fluffy menace and a professional Orange Bastard (reference attached)

daggers!!!n knives of any sort really but especially daggers. am trying to collect them but i set a rule to only come by them honestly via random irl encounters or gifts which is harder than you think. gift me daggers

drawing. especially my OCs who i never post here but also just drawing period and also OCs period. everyones. including YOURS. everyone post more OC stuff im looking silently but intently. i should maybe start an art sideblog. putting a pin on that idea

soft fluffy textures. fluffy socks fluffy jackets those uber-soft brand new fluffy blankets you can stand in a store and pet until people start looking at you weird. proponent of Big Fluffy

my friends who have been handpicked and headhunted for their unique trait of being the coolest raddest bunch of losers on earth. luv you gang especially cuz most of you dont have tumblr and wont know im being nicey <3

ok. tagging. l dont actually talk to people here much so lets go with those I exchanged at least a couple words with: @the-ehm (i know like 90% of things about you but you are new here so. authentic tumblr tag game for you, redditor) @mer-yan @anarchistfrogposting

also any of my mutuals!!! i had a dozen or so longtime mutuals' names in mind but chickened out. so if we silently but amiably coexisted in the same corner of tumblr for a while now consider yourself tagged and feel free to link me. if you want. mwah.