#manipulates people so as to isolate them from everyone but him

[theokusgallery]

I freaking love your au and your latest comic because MAN

I FELT THOSE LAST WORDS AND I WAS LIKE "OH FUCK"

First panel was already a bit unsettling itself - like you get it's just intimate manners as you do as a couple but he felt so possessive already and

Sunny's inner thoughts

I'm sure 100% his abandonment anxiety will increase drastically the more he stays with nick and honestly slay

I mean it's kinda obvious

But like I felt that

Yeah

Nick is unhinged

Nick is crazy

Y'all are gay for him

Good 😵💥

Sunny has soooo many issues. So many of them. He's so vulnerable and he makes himself vulnerable to Nick while still being intimidated by him, it's... Dude's got some problems.

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There's something I need this fandom to understand about Martin Kartin Blackwood.

IS he an expert manipulator? Yes. Does he have some serious skills in using people pleasing and framing and psychology to his advantage? ABSOLUTELY. He is gaslight, gatekeep, girlbossing his way through the first 3 seasons and we LOVE him for it.

On the other hand, though, I feel like we don't acknowledge enough as a fandom how isolating people pleasing can be in itself. I ranted about this in the tags of another Martin post, but basically, the person you create to be palatable to as many people as possible becomes a wall. A barrier between you and the outside world. Yes, everyone likes you, but that comes at the cost of no one knowing you in your entirety because you don't let them see the parts of you that are harder to swallow.

Martin effectively trapped himself in his own web of lies, suspended 30 feet away from his own life. He's dissociated from it all from the beginning, which is what made him the candidate Peter chose in the first place. He was always slated for The Lonely as much as he was The Web.

That leads me into my next point, which is that MARTIN PRE-LONELY WAS NOT ENTIRELY DISINGENUOUS. I see so many people implying that Martin straight-up wasn't anything like he said he was in the beginning. Common fandom reading comprehension L. He really does like people, and he really does want to be nice. It just also happens that you don't end up people pleasing to those lengths without it having developed as a defense mechanism!

Take the wall I introduced earlier. You surround yourself in this persona and swallow your teeth to protect yourself from other people. Realistically, it probably started with his mother, who is implied in Canon to not have been kind to him. There's a 3rd partner to Fight or Flight that doesn't get discussed very often, and it is "Fawn." This is the people-pleasing response that we see him exhibit. Ultimately, what he fears is rejection, and therefore, he fears being alone. He's nice and kind and polite and swallows his teeth in order to keep people around.

Post-Lonely Martin is the other extreme. He has no energy to please anyone anymore, and it doesn't serve him. He is tired and angry and constantly stressed. He doesn't bother hiding his teeth anymore, and he's prone to lashing out. Post-Lonely Martin is when he's surpassed his limit. Post-Lonely Martin is burnout.

As someone who relates to Martin Blackwood very much, I can tell you that the quiet moments where he's not deeply distressed either way is where we see the real Martin. He still loves and cares in private, and we see that over and over. The love is real. He just doesn't believe he deserves it in return, so he tries very hard to be someone who does. To "make up" for it.

Thank you and goodnight.

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01 | SHADOWS OF OBSESSION ⭒ JJK

a criminal's obsession with a shy medical student starts a passionate mix of desire and darkness. As their worlds collide, secrets get exposed and possession turns into love. In a world filled with betrayal and the weight of their own pasts, can they find a way to survive together? or will their twisted bond ultimately destroy them both?

pairing — criminal dom!jungkook x student sub!femreader

genre — criminal au, dark romance, forbidden attraction, enemies to lovers, murderer!jungkook, stalker!jungkook, innocent shy!reader, virgin!reader, medical student!reader, violence, stalking and obsession, contrast of worlds, crime, thriller, smut, angst, fluff

warnings/tags — 18+, possessive!jungkook, angry!jungkook, graphic violence, blood and gore, unhealthy obsession, both characters have traumatic backgrounds, dark themes, injury, several mentions of blood, medical procedure, mentions of death and murder, emotional manipulation, smoking, isolation and vulnerability, mild sexual tension, dangerous attraction

wc — 5.3k

a/n — I decided to bring back this series because you all adore it so much, and so do I, absolutely love this couple, and I hope you all will show SOB the same love you gave it before. Love you all !! <3

series m. list | main m. list

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The city was alive in the night, the air filled with the smell of trash and the metallic scent of blood.

jungkook leaned against the wall, his black leather jacket clinging to his broad frame, the hard wall grounding him in a world that had never once shown him kindness. A cigarette between his lips, he exhaled, blowing the smoke out lazily.

In his thirty years of life, he has always found himself involved in things related to violence.

Tattoos all over his neck, chest, and arms—all of them a story of his scars, betrayal and a revenge that ran through his veins. His dark, messy hair fell over his dark eyes that flickered with a cold sharpness.

He was orphaned at ten, raised in the city, and being a street kid has taught him to steal, fight and survive before he even learned anything about the world itself.

The streets were like his mother, who taught him harsh and unforgiving things, also teaching him that trust was a trap and love a lie that blinded people.

He had seen several people get betrayed due to their kindness and such harsh experiences have taken away his own childhood and innocence.

The memory clung to him: when he was sixteen, he had taken his first life—a rival gang member who decided to come at him with a knife.

He still felt the spray of blood on his hands and the feel of a dying man’s throat, the way his own heart had pounded not with fear but with power.

Now years later.

His name was a whisper of fear in everyone’s mouth. His frame moving like a shadow through the city.

A criminal now who lives for himself and no one else, his heart long gone and made of stone now due to his hope being taken away.

Redemption wasn’t something he believed in at all; he thought it was a lie.

All he had in his life was his revenge which burned every time he got a new scar or got into a fight for blood.

Tonight that need burned further.

His latest deal with a rival has gone to shit, a betrayal that left him with a bullet in his arm and a fresh urge to use his own knife to dig into someone’s flesh. Blood seeped through his fingers as he pressed his hand to the wound.

The pain was dull, something he was used to from years ago.

But the blood loss was fucking with him—his head was hurting and his vision blurred. He clenched his jaw tightly, with a glare.

“Fucking cowards,” he rasped, voice dripping with venom, “you think you can hurt me?”

He flicked his cigarette to the ground, the alley he was in stank, and even though his mind was fogging, he scanned the area sharply, high on alert. His enemies were out there searching for him.

“Come on then,” he sneered, eyes dark, “I’m right fucking here.”

But his body was betraying him.

His knees buckled and he had to grip the wall for support. Blood dripped even faster now, pooling on the dirty ground. He needed to move and find a place to treat his wound. His hands tightened around the knife in his pocket that was always there, always supporting him at rough times more than anyone ever did.

“I’m not dying tonight,” he growled, “not until I have buried every one of you.”

۶ৎ

Across the city, your calm world couldn’t have been more different. At twenty-two, you were a medical student, that’s why your life is a mix of late-night study sessions with textbooks and your own thoughts.

Your tiny apartment was a haven for you.

Its walls were cream-colored, with curtains that swayed with the breeze. Your bookshelf was full of several novels and medical books. You were shy, an introvert, voice a soft murmur, only rising when you had no choice.

Your world was gentle, fragile, nothing compared to the brutality of Jungkook’s life.

You were orphaned at fifteen, and you have learned to live life alone, heart bruised, but it kept you going. Your parents died from a car crash, with no other family of yours to lean on.

You filled the ache and emptiness in your heart with dreams of becoming a doctor.

You wanted to heal, fix others wounds even when your own still ached.

You were innocent in a way Jungkook could never grasp, eyes always bright with hope and your heart too soft and open despite all it endured. You shied away from the crowds and found peace in books over people and blushed or felt embarrassed at even the smallest attention.

Your days were always simple, following through the same routine: classes, study, and nothing more.

Tonight you were walking home after class, tired to the bone. Your backpack is heavy against your shoulders, stuffed with books and notes. Your mind was already thinking of your bed and cozy blankets. The street was still, the only sounds the rustle of leaves and a distant traffic noise.

Your heart felt light, with a rare flicker of happiness—the exam went well today, which you had been preparing for an entire week.

A small win in your life.

You hummed softly, steps quickening as you neared your apartment. Your hand digging in your bag to bring out your keys

“Almost home,” you murmured, a habit from years of talking to yourself. The thought of sinking into your warm blankets, forgetting about the world, brought you peace.

Then, a shadow moved.

Almost subtly but enough to make your heart jump. You froze, fingers clutching the keys tight. Your eyes darted to the alley across the street, and there he was. A tall, broad man, his muscles bulging from how tightly his jacket hugged him. His right hand gripped his left arm, blood dripped slowly, staining his hand in the process as well.

The sight hit you.

You gasped silently, a trembling sound slipping out before you could stop it as you felt fear gripping your chest. The man still hasn’t noticed you yet. Your heart pounded loudly, legs screaming to run to bolt for your apartment and lock the door before the man can even get a small glance of you.

He looked like he’d walked straight out of a nightmare.

A whimper lodged in your throat as the man slowly lifted his head, his eyes—dark with a mix of something wild—locked onto yours.

It was like you were caught by a predator.

You couldn’t breathe, body no longer your own, just from his simple stare. He was danger in human form and every instinct screamed for you to run.

But then you saw it—the sway of his body as blood oozed out from his fingers and the sight twisted something inside you, a small flicker of sympathy in between your fear.

He wasn’t just dangerous.

He was dying.

Your mind was a mess. Run. Lock the door. Call the cops. He will kill you.

But another voice spoke inside you: he’s bleeding out, you can help him and you’re almost a doctor.

You breathed shakily as your hands shook. You decided to take a hesitant step forward and then another, each one a battle against the fear in your heart.

You stopped several feet away, close enough to see the way his chest heaved with shallow breaths, sweat beading his forehead, but far enough to run if he lunged.

The distance was nothing close to a shield, useless against a man like him.

“Hey,” you called with a trembling voice, “you’re hurt. Badly. You need help.”

His head snapped up with narrowed eyes and he scoffed with a low growl, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Mind your fucking business, girl.” he rasped, voice thick with pain.

“go home and play with your dolls.”

The words stung as heat crept up your neck.

You weren’t a child, but his tone made you feel small, like a little mouse.

Normally, you’d shrink from rudeness, but the blood—God, the blood—held you there. It was starting to pool at his feet until all you could smell was the metallic scent and a hint of cigarette smoke.

He was hurting and you couldn’t walk away.

Not from this.

“I’m a medical student,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady even though it trembled slightly.

“you’ve been shot. You’re losing too much blood. You’ll die without help.”

His lips quirked as his eyes flickered with something sharp and amusement, “you think I give a shit about dying, little girl?”

“I’ve been dead for years. Walk away before you join me.”

His threat made your breath catch as your nails dug into your palms. His words were not just a warning but a promise, and you believed him.

He could snap you like a stick and no one would know.

But you saw the tremor in him, the way his fingers slipped, blood flowing faster, and it kept you rooted to your spot. You were shaking, but you couldn’t leave him, not when you could help him.

Your knowledge and hands could stop the life draining out of him.

“I live right here,” you said, pointing towards your apartment, voice firm in a way you never thought was possible.

“I have supplies. I can stitch you up and stop the bleeding. Please… let me help you.”

He stared at you with his heavy gaze, almost like he was stripping you open and bare.

His black eyes were pulling you in, and you almost thought he’d grab you and end you right there. You held his stare despite your heart pulsing loudly and goosebumps erupting all over your arm.

Then he laughed, a harsh mocking sound that filled the night, bitter and broken, like he was laughing at the absurdity of you.

“You’re fucking insane,” he said, shaking his head.

“Stupid or suicidal, I can’t decide. Fine, princess. Lead the way, but don’t cry when you regret it.”

The words were a dare that caused you dread at the pit of your stomach. You nodded, barely, and with a shakiness you turned towards your door, your keys trembling as you unlocked it. His large presence behind you.

And you wondered if you’d just invited death into your home.

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Your hands shook as you opened the door of your apartment. The air inside was warm, mixing with the scent of the lavender candle you’d left burning. His heavy boots hit the floor with each step.

You flicked on the light, your room a soft world of light colors and pink pillows, a stark contrast to the man standing in its center. His blood started dripping onto your rug, staining it.

“Sit.” you whispered, pointing to the couch.

Your heart was racing and you wondered if he could hear how hard your heart was pounding or if he could smell the fear and stubbornness inside you.

He raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his eyes, but he obeyed and sank down onto the couch with a grunt as blood smeared the couch. You winced, your tidy instincts pricking, even now.

You hurried to your bedroom. Your medical kit was under your bed, packed with tools—antiseptic, bandages and other items all neatly arranged. Your hands shook as you pulled it out, carrying it back to the living room.

Your mind was screaming that you were crazy to let this man inside your house—this bleeding, dangerous stranger.

You the girl who flinched at loud voices and who loved to stay alone, was ignoring every instinct to help him.

He watched you return, gaze heavy, tracking all your movements as you tried your best not to meet his eyes because you were already trembling. You knelt before him, the rug under your knees, and set the kit on the table.

You opened the kit as your fingers moved carefully, bringing out bandages, tweezers, and other necessary things.

“Why the hell do you have all this?” he asked, voice as always carrying that mocking edge but with a hint of curiosity.

“Are you some kind of wannabe surgeon, playing doctor in your pretty little apartment?”

You kept your eyes on the tools, cheeks pinking at his words as you nibbled your bottom lip, a nervous habit that caused Jungkook’s nostrils to flare instinctively.

“I’m a medical student.” you uttered quietly, voice wavering slightly, “I need those for practice and to learn.”

He snorted, “of course you are. little miss perfect saving lives with her pink things. You think you’re going to fix the world, don’t you?”

Your fingers paused, his words cut deeper than you realized, hitting the hope you held that was the dream of healing a world you barely knew.

You didn’t answer, focusing on his wound, his skin warm and rough.

The bullet had torn through his shoulder, leaving his flesh raw and bloody. You swallowed hard, stomach twisting as you wondered.

How did he end up in such a situation?

Was he a victim or did he do something to get shot?

Your inner thoughts hinted at the second option. You shook your head, setting the thoughts aside, focusing on his wound, your training kicking in.

The room felt smaller as you worked, the walls felt like they were pressing in. You cleaned his wound, wiping away the blood, which revealed the damage. You grabbed the tweezers, hands steady despite your chest pulsating and leaned closer with a shallow breath.

His arm was all muscle, veins bulging under his inked skin and your lips parted unknowingly.

“You shouldn’t be doing this.” he said suddenly, voice dark, making your skin prickle.

“helping someone like me. You don’t know what I am, what I’ve done. You’re too soft, too…”

He paused before talking again, “Innocent, and the world’s going to eat you alive, and you’re out here patching monsters.”

The tweezers hovered above his wound, his words sinking in. You lifted your head, locking eyes with him.

His irises were nearly black, burning with an intensity that stole your breath.

“Maybe it will,” you whispered, “but I can’t just walk away when someone is bleeding like this, not when I can help.”

He laughed bitterly, “you’re going to regret that, sweetheart. Kindness like yours doesn’t ever end well. You think you’re saving me, but you are just calling danger your way.”

The words hurt, but you pushed them aside, focusing on his wound. You dug the tweezers into his flesh, searching for the bullet. He didn’t flinch, face remaining blank, his lack of reaction surprised you.

A reminder of how different he was, how hardened by a life you couldn’t imagine.

His eyes never left you, watching your trembling fingers, the flush on your cheeks, and the way your lips parted as you focused.

It was as if he was memorizing you, gaze burning through you as a knot tightened in your stomach.

The candlelight painted his face with a soft glow, catching all the sharp angles and a faint stubble that you can see now that you are so close to him.

You found the bullet, small and glinting, and pulled it out as more blood oozed out. You quickly put pressure on the wound to stop the blood flow and the contact sent a spark through you, sharp and unsettling.

His arm was warm, and you pulled back quickly, your cheeks warming.

“You’re shaking,” he said with a growl, “scared of me, aren’t you? You should be”

You swallowed, throat dry, and focused on stitching his wound.

“I’m not scared,” you whispered, knowing very well that you were lying. “I just… want to help.”

“Bullshit,” he snapped, tone sharp enough to make you jump.

“you’re terrified. I can see it in your eyes and the way you’re shaking. You don’t even know me, and yet here you are letting me bleed all over your little apartment. Why? What’s wrong with you?”

Tears brimmed your eyes but you blinked them away, refusing to let him see.

“Nothing wrong with me,” your voice cracked. “I just believe in helping people. Even someone like you.”

“People like me?”

He leaned closer, face just a few inches away from yours, breath fanning against your lips, smelling of cigarettes and something so uniquely him.

“You don’t know what ‘people like me’ do, little girl. You don’t know the blood on my hands or the lives I’ve ended and you’re too damn naive to see it.”

Your heart pounded, his words terrified and hurt you even more, but you refused to pull away, your own confidence shocking you.

You met his gaze with wide, glistening eyes, “but I’d rather be naive and help than hurt someone.”

He went quiet after that, eyes searching yours, his own mind full of confusion because he wasn’t used to such innocence and fragility. Then he leaned back, with a smirk though it didn’t reach his eyes.

You finished the stitches, fingers quick despite your racing thoughts, and wrapped his arms in a bandage. Your hands lingered too long, his heat soaking through you and you pulled back with a racing heart.

You stood, legs shaky and grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen.

When you handed it to him, your fingers brushed his, rough and calloused and you nearly dropped the glass, a gasp escaping.

“You need to rest,” you said, avoiding his eyes, “moving too much will tear the stitches. You’ll bleed again.”

He didn’t answer, just stared, his expression unreadable as his fingers curled around the glass.

You felt the weight of his gaze like a physical touch, heavy and pressing into you. You mumbled something about getting a blanket, voice catching.

You fled to your bedroom with pink cheeks, heart pounding. The door clicked shut, but it did nothing to block out his eyes or his voice.

The way he’d filled your space with a threat you couldn’t name.

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The first light of dawn crept through your curtains. The air was heavy with the lingering smell of antiseptic and blood, a reminder of the stranger who’d invaded your quiet world.

You lie in bed, body still, breath shallow, thinking any sudden movement will bring the man back from the darkness.

Sleep didn’t come to you easily last night, your heart was pounding the entire night, caught between fear and a strange warmth you couldn’t place.

Something that made your skin prickle.

His rough touch felt like it still lingered on your fingers, his dark, almost black eyes still haunted you, those eyes that seemed to see through you, into you, unraveling secrets you didn’t know you kept.

You clutched the sheets tightly, it grounds you against your thoughts. Your mind replayed his low mocking voice that made your stomach twist.

“Kindness gets you killed, little girl.”

You wondered if he was right that your softness is a weakness that will eventually get you into danger.

Finally, you couldn’t stay in bed any longer. You swung your legs over, bare feet hitting the floor. Your faded baby blue sleep shirt clung to your frame. You crept towards the living room, each step slow and cautious, heart pulsating loudly.

You were sure it would betray you if he was still here.

The living room glowed softly in the morning light. Your eyes darted to the couch and breath caught in your throat. It was empty.

The stranger was gone, as if he’d never been there at all, leaving no traces of him, almost like he was a part of your dream you’d woken up from.

The only proof of his presence is the blood-soaked rug and the blanket you’d given him, it was folded neatly.

As if he’d meant to erase his presence himself.

You stood frozen, fingers twisting your shirt in order to ground yourself. The silence was too loud and you should’ve been relieved—he was gone, you were safe. But a strange ache settled in your chest, something unnamable.

It wasn’t just fear, not entirely.

It was the ghost of his presence, the way he’d filled your little space with danger and threat, leaving you both shaken and alive.

“Who are you?” you croaked, voice breaking the quietness.

The question hung there, unanswered.

Why was he shot? Was he a criminal or a murderer? The thought sent a shiver down your spine, goosebumps erupting.

You’d been reckless, letting him in without a second thought. Your need to help had blinded you to notice the danger.

And yet the memory of his intimidating presence, dark eyes and inked skin made your cheeks flame. You let out a shaky breath, pressing your hands to your face, wanting it to go away, but it stayed against your will.

You sank onto the couch, it was still warm from where he’d been, his scent lingering—cigarette and something darkly masculine like him that made your pulse quicken.

“You’re an idiot,” you muttered to yourself.

“He could’ve killed you. He could’ve…”

Your words trailed off, imagining his hands, calloused and tattooed, around your throat. But instead of fear, the thought sent a strange warmth pooling in your stomach and you hated yourself for it.

You stood, needing to move, to shake off his spell. You paced the living room frantically. The blood on the rug is a constant reminder of his presence. You grabbed a sponge and cold water from the kitchen and scrubbed the stain.

Your movements were desperate, your breaths coming out in shaky gasps.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” you chanted, tears pricking your eyes.

You didn’t know if you were crying for your naivety or for the stranger and the way his absence left you feeling hollow.

When the stain was as faded as possible, you sat back on the floor, chest heaving with your pants. The room felt too big, too empty.

You hugged yourself, seeking comfort.

“He’s gone,” you whispered, as if saying it out loud would make it real, erase the memory of him, the gravel of his voice and his intense eyes.

“He’s gone, you’re fine, you’re fine.”

But you weren’t fine.

You felt exposed, like he’d peeled all your layers and seen the soft, trembling thing beneath.

You stood up on shaky legs, moved to the window and pulled back the curtains. The street was quiet, no sight of him, gone with the night. But everything in your place proved that he’d been real that you’d touched the edge of something dangerous and lived.

“Why did I do it?” you whimpered, “why didn’t I just walk away?”

You pressed your forehead to the glass, breath fogging it.

You’d always been the good girl, the one who helped and believed in healing.

But now that belief felt like a curse that could’ve cost you everything, even your own life. And yet, the thought of him bleeding alone, dying—it twisted something inside you, something that said that you’d do it again, even now.

You turned away from the window, body restless with an energy you didn’t understand. You needed to study and focus, reclaiming the quiet life you are so used to. But your eyes caught the blanket and the rug again.

He was gone but he’d left a mark, a question that burned your chest.

Who was he? And why, despite everything, did you hope to see him again?

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jungkook’s world was full of edge, a place full of spilled blood and betrayal, where trust was a debt paid in bodies.

But you—you were a soft, maddening intrusion he couldn’t cut away.

He tried to push you away in his chaotic life, to forget your memory under the weight of his revenge. He hunted his enemies through the city, gun heavy and a knife in his pocket.

But no matter how many bodies he killed, your face lingered—your wide, innocent eyes, the way your hands trembled as you stitched his wound. It drove him crazy, a memory he couldn’t break.

Pushing him deeper into his own darkness.

He soon started watching you, not by choice but by need, like a starving man drawn to you.

The city at night would hide him as he stood across from your apartment, a cigarette between his lips. He would lean against a lamppost, exhaling smoke.

Tattoos itching as if they felt your presence as well and how they affected him.

Your routine became his obsession.

At 7:30 am, you’d leave the apartment, backpack over one shoulder. Your hair, often loose as you tucked it behind your ear, a habit of yours that Jungkook learned. He memorized the way you paused while walking, lips moving slightly as you talked to yourself, he noticed even the simplest detail.

By 8, you were at the university, getting into the lecture halls where he couldn’t follow, though he pictured you there, bent over a notebook, with a pen or pencil between your lips when you were in deep concentration, that act of yours that tightened his jaw and always boiled his blood enough to kill a man.

Evenings, you would always visit the library. He’d linger outside watching you read with your head down, lips moving as you read the words, that tongue peeking out sometimes when you licked your lips, his cigarette crumbled in his tight fist at the sight.

Other times, you’d stretch, sweater riding up to reveal a small bit of the soft skin of your waist. It was a reminder of your vulnerability, how fragile you were and it made his blood boil with a mix of protectiveness and possession.

He hated it—hated you.

For being so breakable and unaware of the constant danger around you, the one that was stalking you.

Fridays were his favorite.

You’d stop at the campus café, walking in. You always ordered the same thing, he memorized that as well—iced tea and a strawberry pastry.

You would drink the tea contentedly, sitting by the window, hands wrapped around your mug.

Once you licked icing from the cake off your thumb, your tongue quick, Jungkook snarled from where he stood. He wanted to barge in, to wipe that sweetness off your lips himself, to taste the sugar and you on his tongue as well.

The thought was sharp and dangerous and he forced it away, teeth grinding.

“Why can’t I stop?” he muttered, gruffly. “you’re nothing. Just a girl. A fucking distraction.”

But you weren’t.

You were like a poison, one he craved even if it would kill him eventually.

He learned everything about you. Your favorite books—romance novels and your thick medical textbooks. Your scent—floral lotion, sweet and clean, always clinging to the air in your space along with your clothes and blankets.

The way you blushed, the rare softness of your laughter that angered him wanting to see it often—he craved it even though it felt like a gift he didn’t deserve.

How you hummed softly when you cooked, a melody that he always strained to hear even from outside your window. He hated how you made him weak, how you made him want to see you happy, make you smile and the things he’d sworn off completely from his life.

He was jealous of everything, jealous of anyone you even glanced at, even though it didn’t mean anything.

His hands twitched towards his knife, wanting to kill and carve out the flesh of the male professor you had or the guy who helped you carry your bags that day.

You didn’t interact with a lot of people in general, so he held back.

During his time of stalking, he realized exactly how much self control he had else he would have been on a killing spree of any males who even dared to breathe near you, and that included items you wore or touched.

Yes... he was fuming towards even those.

Because even such items didn't deserve your touch. He was going crazy, possessiveness towards you angering him but he cannot stop it, even if he wants to.

He also knew that you were alone, no family, your parents dead and your life was only held by small dreams. It pissed him off at how exposed you were, how easily the world could crush you.

He could crush you.

The thought was a dark temptation, one he fought every time he saw you.

He watched you from everywhere possible: alleys, rooftops, a presence and a shadow of someone you felt but couldn’t see.

You often felt your skin prickle and goosebumps arise all over your body from the feeling of constantly being watched.

You’d pause sometimes, movements pausing, eyes scanning the darkness, feeling the weight of someone’s stare, brow furrowed.

He'd hold his breath, blending into the darkness, heart pounding—not from fear, but from the pull you had on him without realizing.

“Look at me,” he’d rasp quietly, voice rough with longing and hate.

“See me, damn it!”

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One night, he’d learned about your student loans, the debt that kept you up at night, window open for him to see as you stared at the bills.

He saw the way your shoulders slumped, eyes welling with unshed tears.

It was a weakness he couldn’t ignore.

A crack to a part of him he’d buried a long time ago. The next day, without thinking, he acted. He left an envelope on your doorstep stuffed with an insane amount of cash, your name written in his sharp handwriting.

The bills were blood money from his world.

He told himself it was a debt repaid for the night you saved him.

But when he saw you find the money, your eyes wide, fingers trembling as you counted the bills, he felt a twist in his chest, a sick pride.

A hunger to see that look on your face again.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me.” He hissed, watching you from a distance, the envelope pressed to your chest as tears of gratefulness streamed down your face.

“You’re going to ruin me, and I’ll ruin you back.”

He kept doing it.

Leaving cash when you weren’t home, each stack a claim, tying you to him. He’d watch you use the money, paying your rent and loans.

Your eyes are bright with relief but full of confusion.

“Who are you?” You’d whisper to yourself, voice soft and trembling as you clutched the money in your hands.

“I’m your fucking shadow, princess,” he wanted to say, the words stuck in his throat.

“and you’re mine.”

As time went by, his obsession grew, a beast fed by every glimpse of you. “I don’t need you,” he snarled, voice loud in the empty alley, “I don’t need anyone.”

But he did.

He needed you something fierce and it was a truth he couldn’t ignore, no matter how much blood he spilled.

You were his weakness, his obsession and he was a man drowning in it, watching you from afar.

Soul in a war he couldn’t win.

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[abbyfmc]

Yandere Story Idea #17:

Yandere President! Husband x First Lady! Wife Reader:

I have never seen a yandere as a political figure, be it a mayor, minister, senator, congressman or president of an entire country.

The Yandere President met you before he rose to power, and from there he became madly infatuated with you.

The yandere president came from a very powerful family like you, so your parents and his arranged a marriage despite the modernity of the time.

He received a very comprehensive, albeit and very strict education.

Your education wasn't very different from his; you even knew each other from a young age, as your parents purposely brought you together.

The Yandere President won't take "no" from you for an answer.

A president needs to have charisma and know how to communicate with people, and the Yandere president is no exception. He KNOWS that there are people who believe in him, and whether he is corrupt or not, he will use this chance of manipulation to his advantage to have you.

The Yandere President will always make sure you're comfortable wherever you go together, or whenever you want to stay home. You will have the best medical care and attention, as well as the best food, drink, clothing, treats, accessories and, above all, protection.

And by the way, you will have a great and powerful status that others would envy.

The Yandere President is one of those powerful, paranoid, manipulative, protective and, above all, controlling yanderes.

Whether you're alone or with him, you'll ALWAYS be watched by him wherever you go, even if it's from your bedroom to the living room. The Yandere President will have bodyguards on hand to carefully protect you, him, and his family; he also has servants such as private chefs, maids, chauffeurs, butlers, security guards, etc.

ALL of those servants will tell the yandere president everything you say or do.

The yandere president has a WHOLE team of security cameras and microphones watching you from every possible angle (even if you can't see them), so he ALWAYS knows where you are, who you're with, what you say and what you do. After that, there's no way you can lie to him.

He would even limit your outings to the patio, for fear of snipers, according to him.

Needless to say, you have become the main object of his crazy obsessive love. He would do anything to have you; including killing his love rivals; overprotecting you; isolating you; censoring or controlling all information about you in the media.

The Yandere President knows he has enemies everywhere, both politicians from other parties and other nations and civilians (including rebel groups) who are willing to kidnap you, torture you, extort you, rob you, rape you and even kill you for the simple reason of being related to him.

The yandere president would barely let you see your family.

The Yandere President would love any gift you give him, just because it came from you, his greatest love.

The Yandere President would proudly show you off to everyone, and wouldn't stop reminding the citizens that you are his.

Even though you participate in politics and charity events, the yandere president considers that you should only be his due to his jealousy.

And speaking of which, the yandere president will not stand for you leaving him or talking to another man other than himself, your father or maybe a brother.

Whether in public or private, he will hold your hand, hug you or kiss you, but not to keep up appearances, but to show you the love he feels for you.

Although the yandere president knows that he must protect you from the paparazzi and the media, since he knows that if they have no mercy on him (being the president), much less will they have mercy on you.

I almost forgot: the yandere president would NOT accept a divorce.

He can't bear the idea that you, his beloved, want to leave him.

He would question you intensively to find out the reason for the divorce. Did he not take care of you? Did someone threaten you? Did he not give you enough gifts? Did he not love you or give you enough affection? Did he not give you the attention you wanted? Did someone do something to you and he did not protect you enough?

The Yandere President would talk things over with you and tell you right away that he would NOT let you go anywhere.

The yandere president will even lock you up to make you reconsider.

The Yandere President is not only someone with a lot of money; he also has the best team of private detectives, investigators, spies, hackers, guards and even police officers; so he knows EVERYTHING about you and your family, so if he can't get you to give up on the divorce, he'll have your parents pressure you or threaten to make them disappear.

The Yandere President is capable of ordering the killing of any lover you have.

He is the yandere president; he has absolute control over every part of the country, be it houses, apartments, schools and universities, public administration sites, establishments, all streets and even airports and/or borders.

Now, he would never dare to hurt you directly.

The Yandere President would be capable of making your life difficult if you divorce him. He will do everything to get you back, even sending his men to kidnap you.

He would not accept a divorce even if his election campaigns fail, just think that if he fails, you'll do it together.

The yandere president would be able to become a yandere dictator for you.

He would invite you on the most dazzling trips around the country or around the world.

-The end.

So, what do you think?

[animeyanderelover]

Black Butler story where Claude, Sebastian, Hannah, and Ash all think reader is their mate/soulmate and fight over them leading to Undertaker finding out about them and becoming obsessed as well. Whether some of them team up and choose to share or not is up to you. Thank you!

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, paranoia, clinginess, manipulation, gaslighting, isolation, abduction, violence, death

Tags: @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz

Fighting over the same darling

ᥫ᭡Do you wish to see a whole city burn? For this is a nightmare which can turn frighteningly fast into a reality with not one, not two, not even three but five people who are the farthest thing from human being obsessed with you. Where exactly did it go so terribly wrong for you? Was it when you visited the young Earl of Phantomhive for business and caught the eye of his butler? Was it when you accepted an invitation to a prom in the name of the young Trancy lord accompanied by his butler? Was it when you decided to strike a conversation with the only woman in the household, noticing how she observed from the sidelines rather than being in the center? Or was it when you caught the eye of the butler of her majesty when she made a short appearance in public? Perhaps your fatal mistake starts even before all of those events yet what is undeniable that with each meeting something unraveled and now you are at a point in your life where nothing is like it used to be. A mate bond is a connection immediately forged and felt by the supernatural. A bond which is invisible to your eyes has chained you to four powerful creatures who will go to great lengths to have you.

ᥫ᭡Sebastian is the wolf in gentleman's clothes. Suave, charming and guaranteed to always make your heart flutter. It was he who laid eyes on you first and has been taken with you ever since. Your voice, your scent, your very essence is something that he craves for everyday. Never before has he entertained the thoughts of a mate yet it doesn't take long before he has recognised you as such. If he were aware that he has fair competition he would claim you as his solely because he found you first. Yet he knows that everyone else is far away from traditional honor and fairness hence why such a silly claim would never work. Of course if he were in their position he wouldn't care for that meaningless argument either. He is a demon after all who takes what he desires. For the others he imagines it must be the same. With no allies by his side, Sebastian finds himself working alone. He cannot rely on his master to help him nor could any of the human servants offer more than a short distraction against those he must face. So with a thrilling ensemble of tension and anticipation he enters this fight alone. Centuries of a long and greedy life have taught him lessons that will undoubtedly be useful.

ᥫ᭡Claude is much more direct in his approach. Thoughts of a mate have rarely crossed his mind yet when he finds out that it is you, he is surprised to figure out that he is bonded to a human. Yet there isn't even the briefest hint of disappointment. Just a deep-rooted entitlement that you are his. Whilst still striving to charm and seduce his patience is much shorter than those of many others. He doesn't seek out a long game that many others seem to want to drag on as he wants to claim you as quickly as he can. The actions he takes can therefor be much more aggressive and sometimes even far too impulsive, giving his emotional state of desperation away to his opponents. In Hannah he assumes to have a pawn at the beginning as he has always done the mistake of underestimating her. Yet he soon finds out that the control he believed he has over her is shaky at best as Hannah too has found her mate in you. Working for the same master you would assume that they would work together but Claude doesn't plan to form an alliance as he knows neither one would even entertain the thought of sharing. So he uses her as little as possible by using her weak spot in Alois.

ᥫ᭡If Sebastian is the wolf in a gentleman's skin than Hannah is the wolf hiding behind the sheep's skin. She is quiet and mellow which fools initially everyone and it fools you for the longest time. Differently from the other demons she has found herself wondering about a mate, especially once the death of the little brother of Alois shook her heart more than expected. She is capable of emotions, more than other demons perhaps, but that makes her all the more intense when she finds her mate in you. She doesn't woo and court you as openly as others as she instead seeks to claim your heart through quiet manipulation and a forced dependency on her. Everything that might intimidate or frighten you in those who also chase you, she hides on purpose to create the illusion of a safe space for you when with her. With the demon triplets she has pawns that she can use in her game even though they lack the experience and strength that others posses. Still, she has additional eyes who can watch you and helping hands to set traps and put her plans in motion. You won't find out until it is too late just how scheming and dangerous Hannah is though. At heart she is still a demon.

ᥫ᭡Ash is impatience personified. If Claude has a short temper and little patience compared to others, than Ash has none of it. His infatuation is a direct stab to the heart that aches so much that he is physically in pain. It comes harsh and fast and leaves him trembling. Thoughout his entire life he has considered your kind to be tainted and dirty, in need of a cleansing to rid the souls of all their tainted emotions and sins. Then he lays his eyes on you though. And in a world drenched in lies and sins, you are a singular beacon of hope. The web of impurity is far too big for you to avoid it forever though as eventually you will be caught in it like a helpless butterfly. The presence of three demons in your life is only a confirmation. Demons are creatures who yearn to destroy all that is good. So you have to be protected from those who wish to break you open and devour you. With Pluto doing all his bids and the Queen under his control who has authority over both Alois and Ciel, Ash has arguably the most cards. Yet in his burning paranoia he fails to play them right which is a weakness that everyone else learns to explore quickly. This game is far from being over for him though.

ᥫ᭡Undertaker is the odd one in all of this. For him the concept of mates doesn't apply as it does for everyone else. What you have going for you though is the fact that four strong creatures chase after you. That is an achievement so rare that it is enough for him to seek you out. Not of obsession yet but of curiosity. What could it be that has made you so fascinating for fate to burden you with such a life? Undertaker revels in chaos so he hides you and offers you protection simply because he wishes to observe the reactions of everyone else. Initially it is all for his own entertainment. Until he too falls for you. Not because you are his mate but due to a connection that has been forged through close observations and an interest that has grown into dangerous fondness. He doesn't tell you of that just yet though. He has been granted a special privilege where you hand him most of your trust the further this game of obsession has spun and he plans to use that to his advantage. For him there is a different playground and different rules as Undertaker is a Shinigami. He has knowledge no one else has and has different tricks up his sleeves that not even someone like Sebastian would be able to predict.

ᥫ᭡There will be no such thing as sharing amongst any of them. They are all creatures driven by their own sense of entitlement. The demons view you as their mate to protect and keep, Ash is deluded in his belief that you need to be locked away to preserve your purity and Undertaker doesn't plan to let go of the one person who has made him feel alive again after so many centuries of chasing only fleeting entertainment to fill his heart somewhat. However, there is an unofficial agreement that happens amongst Sebastian, Claude and Hannah. Whilst there is little that connects them they are still kin. All of them are demons. Ash and Undertaker are something else. Ash is an angel who is the sworn enemy of any demon and Undertaker is a shinigami whose attachment they do not view as respectable enough for he didn't imprint like they did. Both play by different rules and it is that difference that leads to a fragile agreement that doesn't bound. If there should ever be a fight where one or both of the unwanted participants is present the demons will go for them rather than fighting amongst themselves. They aren't going to actively help each other but they won't actively attack each other either then.

ᥫ᭡It could have all been something that happened right beneath the noses of the people. A fight that leaves visible traces but no way of identifying the culprits. It is Ash's abduction that shatters everything. Everyone else could have played an intense and destructive long game where betrayal and dirty play would have been as common as breathing. Yet Ash has the most intense need to protect you from the evil and with three demons and one shinigami, all harbingers of death and destruction. He cannot let you wither away under their corruptive forces. That abduction is the trigger that leads to dire consequences for every soul that lives in the city. More violence is used as the intent to eradicate the rivals heightens. Buildings burn. Structures collapse. People die. The greed amongst everyone grows. Even the respective masters of each demon are unable to do anything for this is a matter that transcends even the contracts. A mate is worth more than even the rare souls that Alois and Ciel have to offer so there is at one point no leverage that could be held against Hannah, Claude and Sebastian which chips away the control Ash thought he had by using the Queen to his own advantages.

ᥫ᭡At the end of it all there will only be one creature left standing. The deaths and the destruction that it has taken to get to that point will be immeasurable though. A whole city will have been burned and terrorised all in your name yet most victims won't even know who their killers were nor that a simple human was the catalyst of it all. Whether it all boils down to one big fight between everyone or if there will be violent but sneaky attacks to sort out single rivals beforehand is a question only time can answer. Depending on how terrible the fights escalate it could be possible that by the end of it you are the only survivor left in a city that has been burned and torn down to nothing but ruins. No matter how violent and bloody everyone gets, their most primal principle is that no physical harm shall come your way. Your emotional wellbeing is a different subject of course as your heart will be torn apart over time as every party tries to claim it for themselves, leaving fractured parts at the end of it all. That is nothing that your now final captor can fix and use to their advantage though. Now it is only the two of you after all with all the time in the world.

[brawberryz]

The fallen warrior

Batfam Yan! × Negleted! Reader

《Platonic》

Note: English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error / M.list

Tw: yandere behavior, manipulation, murder, torture, isolation, child neglect, child abandonment, mommy/daddy issues, use of katanas/knives, gore, eating disorders, hallucinations, corruption, dark themes, religious themes

The devil is real

He's not a little red guy with a tail and horns

He may be beautiful

Because he was a fallen angel, and God's favorite

A fallen angel destined to burn in the flames for his actions

You kept looking at your food without touching it, it was another lonely night in the mansion

It was the same old routine

Getting up

Training

Going on a mission

And 'eating'

Even though that food entered your mouth years ago, every time a bite entered your mouth you ended up throwing up

Any normal parent would have started to worry because their child wasn't eating

But you knew your family didn't care, nothing mattered

You got up from the table and threw your food on Titus' plate

You went back up to your room, the only noise in the mansion was the thuds of your footsteps on the old floors of the mansion

You opened your room it looked as dirty and messy as ever, it was far away from all the other rooms

You walked in and closed the door as you took off your clothes and left them lying somewhere in the room

Your bathroom felt cold and lifeless, some shampoo bottles lying around and other things you didn't even remember you had

The cold drops from the shower fell down your scarred body, your body shuddered when the soap touched those unhealed scars

Your body was full of them, in a way you felt disgusting about it

Some were from battles lost or won, others you caused yourself but they all had a story to tell

You leaned against the shower wall as the water fell on you

You felt tired

Tired of this life

Tired of having to pretend that you weren't affected by what others said about you

You could still remember those moments, you just stayed quiet and bowed your head

You were just a dog, a pet

A pet that would do anything for a prize

And that prize was their attention

Sometimes you thought about retiring from everything, being a person "normal" but you knew it was impossible

The only thing you knew how to do was hurt others, you were raised to be a weapon

A monster

They took an innocent child and turned him into a weapon to fulfill the whims of others

A bird whose wings were broken so that it could never fly

A bird in which it sees other birds flying from its cage

A bird that also wishes to be free

A bird that wants to be free

When a child grows up without love in their family

Being ignored and hurt all the time, most people believe that they will end up being aggressive people

Full of hate and resentment

And although it is a valid response, it is not always the case

They grow up feeling ashamed

Ashamed of themselves

Ashamed of not being able to be themselves, ashamed of not being able to show their emotions

Ashamed because they believe they are not enough

They believe that love must be earned

They believe that because their parents never gave them the affection they needed meant that they were never enough

They are afraid of not being loved

Of making a mistake and being ignored again

Of being hurt again

Ending up distancing themselves from everyone, being ashamed of being helped

Ashamed of asking for help

Broken people who unintentionally end up breaking others

And they also end up breaking themselves more

Your body moved faster than normal, this was supposed to be an easy mission

That's what your father told you, you just had to stop another stupid plan from your riddler and everything would be fine

But it wasn't, his riddles were confusing but you were smart and it was easy to solve them

But then you realized that it was all a trap, he had snuck the bomb somewhere else

It was all a trap, a very clever trap

You had little time but I wasn't going to let innocent people die

You arrived faster than you thought, you broke one of the building's windows to enter the place

You went through the entire abandoned place until you heard the crying and calls for help from some people

You entered the large room and found people inside a transparent box

Next to them was the bomb connected to a cable, you had to be fast if you didn't want people and this whole place to end up destroyed

You tried to deactivate the bomb but it was in In vain, you even tried to destroy them but it was in vain

So you decided to free the people, you took all those scared people to a fire escape and told them to get down as fast as possible

I wasn't going to let everyone get crushed

You sent a call to the batcave saying you needed help

You weren't going to be able to get all the people near this building to leave

In a few minutes it was going to be destroyed by the bomb and you needed help

It was the first time you asked someone in the family for help, you always did it alone

You never asked anyone for help, you thought you were weak

Your mother came from a dangerous family, full of sorcerers and powerful assassins

And your father was literally batman

You couldn't be weak, you couldn't allow yourself to ask for help

But now you really needed it

You were strong

But sometimes even the strongest needed help

When you were sending the signal you heard a cry, this one didn't sound like the others

It seemed more childish and scared

You walked through all the halls following the sound

It was supposed that only these people would be here but you were wrong

In a small room there was a little girl crying while she was lying on the floor

You approached her trying to calm her down, saying that everything would be okay

She clung to your suit scared that something would happen

"Calm down little girl, I'll get you out of-"

And then you heard it, the sound of the bomb

The clock had stopped meaning that the bomb was going to explode right now

This wasn't supposed to happen, there was still too much time before the bomb was detonated

"Shit!"

All you could remember was the sound of the bomb exploding and the building shaking, the girl cried louder and you tried to protect her with your own body

The building ended up falling leaving a mess all over the street, broken cars and you could hear the ambulances and firefighters approaching the area

You felt your body weak, you thought you had received all the damage

Since you could swear that almost all the games in your body were broken

"Hey little girl, are you okay-"

You couldn't believe what you saw, your arms and suit were covered in blood

The lifeless body of the girl, that scared look was still in her eyes

She was dead

No

No, no, NO!

This isn't supposed to happen, heroes are supposed to save everyone

And now because of you someone as innocent as a child is dead

Your body couldn't move, you could only cradle the lifeless body of the little girl

Your mother was right

A monster will never stop being a monster even if it acts nice

Your mother's soft hands cleaned your blood covered body

"Mommy is so proud of you honey, you did perfect"

You could only watch as the water in the bath turned red as the blood left your body

But you could still feel the blood

It was like it was stuck to your skin, no matter how many times you tried to clean it off that blood never went away

Your mother's hands cradled your face

You accepted the affection she gave you, it was rare that she acted so kind to you

There were times where she acted like you were the best thing that ever happened to her

And there were other times where she simply treated you like garbage

She gave you love and understanding and then took it all away from you

It was a cycle that repeated itself all the time, you wanted her to always be proud of you

You wanted her to hold you at night when those nightmares kept you awake

Her love was so shallow and fake

Your hugs felt so cold and uncomfortable

Mom

Am I still young?

Can I sleep in your arms?

Would you still love me after all I did?

Look into my eyes and tell me

Tell me I'm enough

Tell me I've done enough

Please

Just look at me

Look at me

Your eyes slowly opened, you felt your body burning

You saw the bandages that covered your body, and one of your arms was in a cast

Great

Now you weren't going to be able to train in peace anymore, although you didn't care

When you were with your mother and her clan they made you fight even if all your bones were broken

A simple broken arm wasn't going to stop you, and your family would never care

You had been on the verge of death too many times and they never cared

You got up from your bed staggering a little but you held on to the small piece of furniture next to your bed

You mentally told yourself that you could do it

You weren't weak

You couldn't see yourself weak

You left your room limping a little, with every step you took you felt your bones hurt

You passed by Bruce without even looking at him, you didn't want to see him or talk to him

"You have a broken arm"

Your father said making you stop

You sighed tiredly, you didn't have enough spirit to talk or argue with him

"I know, I'm not blind"

When you were about to leave you felt a hand on your shoulder, that sudden contact made your skin crawl

Since the first time you arrived at the mansion you had had very little contact with him, only some morning greetings that were rarely returned

"You're hurt, you must rest, now"

He gave you those looks that he only gave to criminals when he was being batman

But he didn't intimidate you, he never did

You pushed his hand away with a sharp movement

"Don't touch me, don't pretend that you care about me when we all know that you don't"

You said for the last time before leaving through the halls without even listening to what he said to you

You didn't want to hear it, His words weren't worth it

You didn't need him, you were fine on your own

All people were cruel and mean

In a world as selfish and evil as this, you're either the prey or you're the hunter

And you stopped being the prey a long time ago

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After that strange and awkward encounter Bruce was left wondering

What was wrong with you?

Why are you acting so angry? He thought it was because of the recent events of your previous mission.

But something about your rejection made his chest hurt. Why are you rejecting him like that?

Maybe he wasn't the best father, but he tried

Well, he tried to be a good father to others

But not to you

Those thoughts kept him awake at night

He couldn't even have a quiet day without that thought of guilt consuming him completely

He tried to get close to you for a few days But all he got was a dirty look and an insult

You refused any kind of interaction from him, you didn't even let him touch your shoulder

He thought you just didn't like physical contact, but when he saw you hug Alfred it made something inside him flare up with anger

And soon your attention became more than just an interest, it became an obsession

Why did you treat others so well but not your family?

And this strange behavior did not go unnoticed by the others

Richard was the first to notice it, he saw how Bruce tried to spend more time with you

Which seemed strange to him, before Bruce seemed too disinterested but now it seemed as if something turned on inside Bruce

He thought he was just being paranoid or plotting something

He decided to go talk to you, surely you would have answers!

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"Fuck you" was the only thing that came out of your mouth when Richard asked you something

Richard's face changed drastically when those words left your mouth

Why were you so defensive?

"Excuse me?"

"What you heard, fuck you I don't care what happens to Bruce, if you want answers go and ask him, don't be fucking me up with stupid questions"

You said one last time before closing the door to your room in his face

Richard was left processing everything that happened

What the fuck was that?

He knocked on the door again but no one answered

Why were you rejecting him like that?

He's supposed to be your older brother! Why did you treat him like that

Although well, he doesn't remember the time that either of you talked

But you should have at least had one conversation, right?

God...

He really screwed up

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You thought Richard would be the last person to bother you but sadly that wasn't the case

It felt like the whole family had come together to notice you existed for the first time in your life

And you hated that

You hated being treated like you didn't know what they did to you

But you weren't going to give in that easily, if they wanted something from you they could fuck off

You weren't going to let anyone hurt you again

I'm not your friend

I'm not your partner

I'm not your sister

And I'm not your daughter

I bite

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"Hey (name)!, do you-"

"Fuck you Tim"

You didn't even give him time to speak when those words cut through you like knives

You didn't even think about it, they came out on automatic

He just stood there with the words hanging in his head as he watched you walk away from him

He felt something weird when you so rudely rejected his invitation

You just walked away disinterested, you didn't feel like talking to him

You didn't have time to talk about stupid things

Seriously, what's wrong with this family?

First your father, then Richard and now Tim!?

You need a break right now

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Apparently Tim wasn't the only one who started to take an interest in you

When your father sent you and Damian on patrol you thought it was the worst thing that could happen to you tonight

But you were wrong

You hated that little demon with all your soul, his mere presence made you want to break his neck or run katanas through his body

You were both agile and it was normal

You two were sons of powerful and dangerous mothers

Sometimes you thought Bruce had some fetish for women who could easily kill him

The patrol was "normal" or if you could call it that

You could feel Damian's penetrating gaze on your neck

"What the hell is wrong with you? You've been looking at me like that the whole patrol"

You said without thinking when you two stopped at a building to rest

You couldn't stand it anymore, you were a direct person and you were tired of having to put up with his childish behavior

"Nothing's wrong with me"

"Liar"

You accused him, you knew when someone was lying or hiding something from you

Damian didn't answer and ignored you the whole patrol

And it's not like you cared

But what Damian hadn't told you was that he was jealous

The previous week he saw you hug a child and give him affection on a mission

Bruce had sent some members of batfam on a rescue mission

And seeing you comfort someone made him jealous, why did you treat a strange child that way?

The way you hugged that child and whispered to him that everything would be okay made his blood boil with jealousy

He's supposed to be your real brother, why did you treat a stranger better than him!?

It wasn't fair

He wanted that affection too

And he wanted it just for himself

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You could say that Jason was the worst, one day he just decided to show up in your room and force you into the mansion's library

You protested for him to put you down but he just ignored you

He literally had you on his back like a sack of potatoes, he made you sit down reluctantly in one of those comfy chairs

He sat down next to you and started reading

Was this some kind of joke!?

He literally pulled you out of your comfy bed and then brought you here to sit down doing nothing??

"I'm leaving"

"No, you're not"

You said without flinching as he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and made you sit back down

You just grumbled and swore

You sat there for hours, you started to tease him thinking that this way he would let you go

"Can I go now?"

"No"

"And now I can go now?"

"No"

"I can-"

"NO"

He said that last word annoyed forcing you to sit down again

This day was going to be very long and strange...

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And as the days passed this obsession grew more in them

To a point where they didn't even let you make your own decisions

For some strange reason you had some family member watching your every move all the time

It got to a point where it was just suffocating

And you tried to escape, maybe you could go back to your clan

I was sure your mother would welcome you with open arms

Yeah, you betrayed your clan and killed almost half of their sorcerers and assassins but it was for a good reason

But this time you weren't going to be so lucky

They weren't going to let you escape from their clutches so easily

.

.

.

"LET ME GO!"

You screamed trying to free yourself from your father's grip but it was in vain

He had you pressed against the cold floor of your room, he had caught you just as you tried to escape

You tried to fight but it was in vain, in size and strength he far surpassed you

"I didn't want to do this (name)"

"What are you talking about-"

You could barely finish your sentence when a scream of pain came from your annoying

You could feel that scream completely tearing your annoying

Your father

Your own father had broken one of your legs

You could feel how that place swelled and the only thing you could do was cry

He carried you in his arms while you tried to scratch his body But it was in vain

In this pitiful state you could never go anywhere

Your wings had been torn from your body, causing you to fall into that eternal fire

You fell like a jerk when he is shot by his prey

Maybe one day your wings will grow back

And you will be able to taste that sweet wind

But all you can do is admire that paradise that seems so far away but at the same time so close

Locked in a cage, of course the cage gives you love and food

But that will never change that it will continue to be a cage

An angel with cut wings

And a bird with broken wings

They both have the same dream

To be free

I like writing angst because people can't see when I'm venting and projecting

That aside, I hope you like this shit

I might make the story longer if I'm not too lazy

[lucadrewfan]

"Femboy Vulpes" this, "Furry Vulpes" that, can we talk more about how genuinely unsettling he is.

He's a stalker with an emotional disconnect from his crimes against humanity, speaking with an eerie calmness and politeness in his voice while he addresses what he's done to the courier. He holds 0 remorse for his actions and because of that his demeanor is so offputting.

He's a master of manipulation, and despite being so well known as Caesar's top Frumentarii, he still gets basically every job done. Hes not afraid for people to know who he is, that's why he addresses the Courier so publically outside the Tops instead of approaching you in a more isolated area.

He's intelligent and charismatic, and he uses these traits to his benefit consistently, that's how he convinced his men to kill themselves for Searchlight, or convinced the mayor of Nipton to round everyone up for the lottery. The only time you really see true emotion in him is when you talk to him after Caesar's death.

I just feel like a lot of people get so caught up in trying to build more on him that they lose some of the basics of his design like him stalking the courier and being so unapologetic about his war crimes and populicide that he speaks of them so nonchalantly

I love my fucked up evil dog

[14dayswithyou]

As a humble admirer of Everything Yandere and of the inner workings of the sick and twisted minds of loving, lovesick maniacs and of their warped and muddled perceptions of love and intimacy, I pose you the question: What type, kind, flavor, species of Yandere is Ren/Redacted? I've gone through the asks on the blog answering what lovesick and yearning behaviors he goes through, why he does them, what they mean to him — but can we go deeper? What disturbing things does Ren do, be it for his own twisted satisfaction and perception of "love", be it to those he sees as threats to his Angel? What are his limits, where does he draw the line, how far is he willing to go to get what he wants, and who is he willing to hurt and how? Where does he draw the line when it comes to Angel? I know he would never physically hurt them, but what kind of mental warfare would he inflict on them to get them where he wants? Are we talking isolation, manipulation, gaslighting, brainwashing? And if so, how does that happen?

I'd be very very happy if you'd be okay with going into this analysis — and would it be possible to answer the Yandere Alphabet for Ren? Thank you for blessing me with this mess of a boy and sowwy for the ramble ♡ ♡ Tell Ren to clean up the bloodstains he left earlier ♡

⌞♥⌝ Because I get this question a lot, I personally feel like I've answered it to the fullest possible extent that I can gdkfgjdj ^^; So if you haven't already seen them, I reccomend going through these asks: one, two, three, four, and five!

As for your other questions:

I've highlighted them in pink to make it easier to reference/link it back to the questions above

The "disturbing" things Ren would do to his victims have been answered more or less in a few of the asks mentioned above.

Ren honestly doesn't have any major limits aside from physically harming or forcing himself onto Angel in any way. He doesn't find any pleasure in doing so, nor would he ever want to turn out like his father — much less subject the only person he genuinely cares about to the same things he had to endure as a child.

Ren also doesn't really draw the line anywhere — again, aside from upsetting Angel in any way — so anything is fair game when it comes to everyone else. But speaking as his creator for a moment, I will say that Ren is not the type to harm babies, animals, abandon his own/Angel's children, force himself onto anyone, or coerce anyone into sexual activities in order to get what he wants. That's icky af and I'm not rocking with it /gen /lh

On a slightly lighter topic, Ren is willing to go as far as necessary if it means having Angel rely on him and him only... So long as it keeps them happy at the same time. As much as he'd love to "remove" Angel's friends and family permanently, he won't entertain that thought if it'll make them upset. At most, he'd likely try non-lethal ways to get rid of them in hopes of keeping Angel happy (and oblivious).

One of Ren's major characteristics is that he's willing to change himself to suit Angel's needs, no matter how drastic it may be. If they find any sort of reliability or comfort in him by doing so, then he'll latch onto that notion and feed into it. By becoming someone Angel can trust and confide in, Ren would (potentially) be able to manipulate them and sway their thoughts... Almost like a metaphorical devil on their shoulder, in a sense lmao

I've said this a few times on this blog before, but Ren is the CEO of gaslighting and manipulation. He's down to try a bit of isolation if it's somehow possible to keep Angel happy while doing so, though I don't think Ren would be into mindwashing since he idolises, honours, and blindly trusts Angel's original thoughts more than his own. He wants them to genuinely develop feelings for him, not because he forced them to.

I've actually been asked to do the Yandere Alphabet by a few other people recently, so I'll get around to doing it sometime!! ^^

[jayktoralldaylong]

One of my favourite things about Arcane is that all the couples can be read as toxic, which is GREAT.

I'm tired of people bringing morality debates into dark media. Let dark media be fucking dark. You guys wouldn't survive a day in the TMA fandom, needing everyone to be as good as gold. How are they going to make for enjoyable complex characters if they're not morally grey. In fact, I wish there'd been more expansion on just how morally black they can become!

"CaitVi is so toxic" According to lesbian statistics, that sounds just about accurate. 💀 Heck, I wish Caitlyn had done more (Not really, but it would have been nice to further explore the darkness in her heart). Isn't it adorable how she immediately folded as soon as Vi called her cupcake? Caitlyn's like one of those villains that will consistently do the most....until it comes to someone else hurting her girlfriend. The only one allowed to hurt her girlfriend is her. 💀

Then let's talk about Vi. Someone pointed out how Vi never cared about Zaun's independence in the first place and many people yelled that they were wrong. But actually, they were right. Vi never wanted Zaun. Zaun was Silco's dream, and Jinx inherited that dream cause Silco would never shut up about it. Vi wanted Piltover to take responsibility for all the shit they allowed to happen in the Undercity. That's a part of the reason she joined up with Caitlyn in the first place. Let's not forget she wasn't dissuaded when she dragged Jayce down to fight with her and he killed a child. Children been dying, it's been her whole life. Someone needed to do something about it, and Zaun would have just isolated the people from all the privileges that Piltover SHOULD have been providing for them. Some people just can't accept that Independence cannot in fact solve every problem, and sometimes independence is colonisers running away from the responsibility of fixing the mess that they started in the first place.

Besides, we all know Vi joined up with the Enforcers because "I feel like I am worthless if I can't be of service." She'd already run out of family members to serve, Caitlyn was the next best thing. She's just like Jayce.

And speaking of Jayce, let's talk about his violent levels of codependency with anyone who'll give him attention. People LOOOOVE to talk about Mel, but it's there with Viktor too. When bro wasn't basing his worth on his inventions, he was centering it around Viktor.

Viktor who decided at some point in his life that he would not LIVE without Jayce. He was fine dying without him, but living without him was unacceptable. Oh how healthy. 🙄😂 Viktor be the kind of toxic ex to threaten divorce 500 times over, then burn the world when you actually leave him. Jayce is no better cause he's the kind of guy to keep going back to his toxic Ex.

Yes, Mel is manipulative. That's what I love about her. How are you guys failing to give this woman the praise of being an outsider in Piltover, but running their entire council. 💀 Girl raises her hand once and the whole government starts spinning. She was the best sugar mummy Jayce and Viktor could ever ask for. She kept the whole city running. Literally the entire of Piltover dancing on her palm. And yes she manipulated Jayce but let's not forget she thought that was a love language. 💀 You wanna be mad at someone, be mad at Ambessa for raising her that way.

I also don't think it's fair to blame her for the Undercity situation, she's not native. Monkey see, monkey do, and not a single one of those Council members actually cared about the situation down there, it was deplorable. 💀 Jayce did way more in his two weeks as Councillor than any of those drug pushing, money laundering, Piltovian heads of government.

And that just covers MelJayVik, we don't even need to get fully into TimeBomb, cause we know what's wrong there. 💀 Surely we have not forgotten the many teammates Jinx has killed, but making sure to never kill Ekko cause that's her man. Ekko has a lot to unpack, like how his consistent and unwavering love for Jinx is an indication of a lot of doors he might not be ready to open. I know they dynamics go crazy and I love to see it.

Ambessa and Sevika are a crack ship but I'm sure we all know bedroom dynamics go crazy with Mrs. Warlord and Miss Liberation. I love it when characters clash in a toxic heap. It's insane and should be explored.

Quit saintifying my toxic ships with your woke morality debates. If you want everyone to be sunshine and rainbows then you should be watching literally anything else. 💀 "It's not healthy." GOOD, I like it that way. 💀 Angst, spice and trauma are the recipe for a plethora of explorative fanfiction. Any of their dynamics can be taken in any toxic direction and I want that EXPLORED.

[rie-092]

congrats on 2k!!! may i request song 21 with yeodan from inso law?

ENTRY'S EVENT OO4 : CAN'T FEEL MY FACE

[ yandere! ban yeodan ]

note : the event ヾ⁠(⁠*⁠’⁠Ｏ⁠’⁠*⁠)⁠/

you and yeodan are two sides of a same coin.

sure, you two shares the same habits and characteristics. but you are a delinquent while yeodan is the top student.

but honestly? this doesn't bother him at all.

he doesn't know the reason behind it. but, the first time he saw you, he was mesmerized.

he doesn't know why his friends and the people around him asked him if he hit his head when he accidentally called you ‘beautiful’ when you passed by.

as a yandere, yeodan was chill.

he likes watching you from afar. he likes to see you free and running around the school.

you rarely attend the class, but it was fine. since yeodan always give you a notebook that contains the lessons and put it on your locker. he also make sure that it will be easy to understand.

but when you saw that unfamiliar notebook in your locker, you were worried <3

i mean, you never gave anyone a spare key on your locker. but little did you know, the top student of your school was really good in lock picking.

when he sees you in the class with that notebook? damn, the usual stoic face of yeodan will disappear because he will be smiling all day (which is unusual but the girls likes it so much)

the first time you and yeodan interacted face to face was when he got assigned as your partner in a certain project.

yeodan was happy (even though his face remained the same) and you were confused.

why? because you felt everyone's eyes on you when you and yeodan interacted about the project.

you even started to pity yeodan when you got countless letters saying that you should stay away from their angel, prince, king, etc. wow, what a chaotic life yeodan has.

little did you know, yeodan who usually looks inside your locker (to get rid of the things that might ‘harm’ you) just let you see those letters. he wants you to pity him, after all.

yeodan will always ask you to go with him on the coffeeshop near the school after class so that the two of you can talk about the ‘project’ even though he already finished it a day after the teacher gave it.

don't blame him, he just wants to spend time with you.

expect that once the two of you become close, yeodan will become reallyyyyy clingy.

he will start dragging you to class so he can spend more time with you.

this guy is surprisingly shameless since he didn't hide the fact that there are times that he took countless pictures of you.

and what happened to those pictures? he will put it on his ( name ) collection. along with the pens and other gifts that he got from you.

he is surprisingly good at manipulating people. this guy managed to isolate you from the boys in your class by simply telling them how much you hate boys. and you usually beat up the boys who talk to you. of course, everyone immediately believed him since he was ban yeodan, the top student of their school— so why would they doubt him anyway?

and yeodan knew that this wasn't good at all.

using his influence at school to isolate you, invading your privacy, clinging to you, being obssessed with you.

he knew that he was slowly destroying himself.

but you see, yeodan doesn't care at all. because if he will be able to win your affection by destroying himself, so be it.

so be ready, because he won't stop until you were his. and it was unfair how he was already yours (but of course, you are not aware of that) when he first saw you.

and yeodan is not a fan of unrequited love at all.

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“ i know that she'll be the death of me, yeoryeong. but i'm already in the point of no return.”

[hexhomos]

little random but i really appreciate your dissections and analysis of Mel mainly bc the fandom either adore her and won't admit she is a flawed character and get over defensive when you call her out, or straight up hate her and make her out to be completely evil.

Mel is written as morally grey for a reason and when ppl try to act like she was morally correct in everything she did, it goes against the whole plot. yes, she regrets most of her actions by the end of the series and is left to deal with her family's leagacy and the weight of her actions, but that doesn't undo anything she did. and her eventually starting to care about Jayce doesn't just cancel out that she manipulated him (you'd think this would be obvious)

what bothers me the most i think is meljay shippers who say Jayce mistreated her and that Mel only ever helped and care about him and aided him in rising to power politically, and how she was so understanding of Jayce's and Viktor's friendship. yes, encouraging methods of political corruption in order to gain more power is so caring and kind of her! ❤️

Mel might've told Jayce to go spend time with Viktor after finding out he was ill, but the one time in the show she interacted with Viktor was... prejudiced to say the least. she never directly spoke to or answered Viktor, and the expression on her face any time she looked over at Viktor was so clearly full of dislike. it shocks me ppl still believe Mel and Viktor could get along and respect one another, especially romantically. no way.

anyways, sorry for the rant. just tired of how many bad takes there are in this fandom and very fond of your account lol

you are right and you SHOULD say it re: that oft repeated argument about her "only wanting what's best for him" bothers me so much. Its just... weirdly patronizing and spousing pro-piltover nationalism every time i see it being brought up. "She's doing what anyone would do/what is best for the city!" IDK MAN I AM NOT ROCKING WITH THAT. Im not an ubercapitalist. I don't think any of that was the good option actually lol. Probably I hate piltover too much to humor these arguments but from day 1 we are shown this is a city of immense class inequality in which the elite few holds all the power and all the profit gains at the cost of everyone else's submission and humanity. (Not for nothing: these are also the classic old guard Noxian tenets of supremacy. That's how they do colonization.)

The interactions Mel has with Jayce for majority of the series, before she watches that bomb come in and has her rapid onset change of heart, are her talking about how investors want his work and how she can use his discovery to advance this city (which is already built on exploitation!) or instigating his rise to power as a new ringleader for the council's rigged mercantile operations, and this is just not good or heroic in any way to me. This isn't love either, it's industrial convenience. The fact that she's conflicted by the end doesn't cancel these actions out! Jayce realizes that he's been used in ways he strongly disagrees with and any the affection in that dynamic vanishes instantly. The time he spends in isolation replaying his mistakes in that cave has an emphasis on mel/heimerdinger's voice on the council too, all of his regrets with blindly following someone else's vision or disappointing an idol he held in high regards.

And Jayce DOES care about the state of the cities, or he did before the writers forgot: He's the one who pleads for Zaun's independence at the end of season 1! He's the one who spent all his life trying to work towards improving the lives of common people, giving them the miracles they've been denied!

Viktor is a fucking nobody. He is extremely worthless in the eyes of the piltovan upper crust, only kept around on the merits working with Jayce have afforded him; and they still don't care. They're probably hoping he dies quicker. We *SEE* him being singled out and alienated during that weapons discussion where Mel is pleading for Jayce to think about "protecting his people" (only piltovans, never, ever zaunites- protecting piltovans against the zaunite menace.) and Viktor is set off at that whole exchange because it doesn't matter how loud he screams, these people can just tune him off and pretend he doesn't exist anyway. It's what they're used to doing. It drives me insane!!!!! His indignation is extremely under-explored and very inline with his act1 speech of feeling like an undesirable presence in piltover and having to push through with the grit of his teeth. It's open faced classism and I still see people pretending it didn't happen. Fandom makes all of these characters FAR less interesting by defanging them. The heart is in the friction and in the ugliness of them fucking up because they have very, very different conceptions of "utopia" - and some of those utopias require the death of the other characters present.

A lot of the Arcane character arcs have to do with realizing the above, and weighing if the sacrifice is worth the risk. Sometimes it turns out their utopias were shit.

[fenrelmercar]

Woobification of Solas.

This is a fandom critical post. Proceed at your own risk.

Let me start this piece off by saying that this post is not meant to target a specific demographic of the fandom. If you feel targeted, that’s on you. 

In this essay, I want to talk about the infantilization, woobification, or just good plain headcanoning the bad out of Solas. Mostly it comes down to a few of the most regurgitated lines of thinking: he is a spirit of wisdom despite everything he does or has done and he is just confused and perverted from his natural state, Solas is his true self while Fen’Harel or The Dread Wolf are just select masks he wears. The sentiment is so strong that at points it comes down to disregarding or ‘uncanoning’ the entire storyline of The Veilguard because in the minds of individuals that follow this school of thought it does injustice to the character of Solas they have created in their minds. In their minds, it is bad writing to show Solas being a prideful, treacherous liar. 

Because the man, who led rebellion for centuries using dubious means, using creatures he claims to respect as if they are expandable, killing his closest confidant because he dared to oppose him outright somehow is a paragon of virtue that is just bent out of shape by his misguided loyalty. All the atrocities he has committed through thousands of years he had a physical form comes down to him being manipulated and emotionally abused by his former closest friend Mythal and later by grief and anger of losing her. Slapping the label of emotional distress and trauma on a perpetrator of … well, quite literally, war crimes, does make them more palatable, but it does not mean it should be seen as a normal practice. The acts Solas commits during the war with Titans, his rebellion against the Evanuris, and later on in current day Thedas are being construed as desperate actions of a broken man, wisdom twisted from his purpose and left to fend for himself, despite his self-induced isolation. So let me ask you this: how many acts of desperation does it take to realize that they are becoming choices? 

Yes, he was manipulated through their shared emotional bonds by Mythal. Yes, he was coerced to leave his spirit form in favor of a physical body. Then Mythal used his wisdom as a weapon, warping him against his own beliefs, making him participate in the war in ways he did not wish to. Yes, he was pushed by Evanuris’ cruelty to rebel and then lost what he perceived as his only friend to their arrogant ways and later had to live through her death by their hands. He was broken to the point he could not see a way out and doomed the entire way of Elven existence just to win the fight against the cruel and the unjust. Yes, he is a man who lost his people and his version of the world due to his own actions. He is a traumatized, sad, lonely man, who has predetermined himself to the path from which he cannot see a way back. And yet, many of the steps he took along the way cannot be downplayed as acts of a spirit of Wisdom that was bent out of shape by grief and desperation. Destroying the Titans and leaving their children orphaned is seen as an act of devotion and unconditional love towards his manipulator, Mythal. But as the world’s best detective, Jake Peralta has once said: “Cool motive. Still a murder.”

And now we arrive at the most beloved sentiment. Solas is his true self. Fen’Harel is just a mask. Oh, boy.

Everyone says that they hate one-dimensional characters until they are served a multifaceted one on the platter. Then they get to declawing and defanging them, ripping their personality apart into this and that, robbing them of parts of them that make them whole, and when that is not enough, they take on dulling off any edges they might find too abrasive. Assassination of the character is just the beginning; the remains have to be sanitized and scrubbed off any wrongdoing whatsoever, so supporting them doesn’t seem like a moral failing on fandom’s part. 

Cutting Solas and Fen’Harel apart as if they are some conjoined twins, where Fen’Harel is the evil one, is stripping Solas of things that are inherent parts of his character for the sake of feeling more comfortable with his actions. Solas is kind, caring, and wise. Fen’Harel is prideful, scheming, and treacherous. These two sides of him are now separated by their representation in the Inquisition and Veilguard. In Inquisition, he is Solas - a thoughtful mage obsessed with dreams, a soft-spoken man keen on sharing his knowledge. Except for the part where he doesn’t see current Thedosians as real people. Where everyone is tranquil in his eyes and thus, lesser. People, who he is willing to sacrifice to achieve his goals. The thoughtful things he said by the end of the road to the Inquisitor he supposedly cared for:

“I will do what I must, but there is no benefit in allowing harm to come to innocents before it's necessary.”

“I will save the Elven people, even if it means this world must die.”

“As this world burned in the raw chaos, I would have restored the world of my time... the world of the elves.”

And then he mutilated them. Yes, he did it to save their life. But the Inquisitor had no choice in the matter. What if my Inquisitor would have rather died than lost their arm? Doesn’t matter, because our thoughtful, kind apostate knows better. A kind apostate who sacrificed his world to avenge Mythal, but then by the time of the Inquisition killed her all over again. For power, of all things. And then he stripped the dignity of the one who carried what remained of Mythal through ages by depicting her as an elf, proving once again that he does not see current Thedosians, humans, as real. 

The most egregious crime of Solas’ portrayal in Veilguard seems to be painting him as a liar. Because in the Inquisition he didn’t lie. He just avoided telling the truth. He shaded it in a comfortable tale that no one would question. He spun the narrative. Solas made himself appear as an apostate mage who has gained all his knowledge from the Fade. He crumbled just enough truth without revealing his hand. Or simply said he was lying by omission. Luckily to him, no one would ever ask a random mage if, by chance, they are the infamous Fen’Harel, so he doesn’t need to lie outright. 

And what did he do in Veilguard while not being his true self and wearing that mask of Fen’Harel, that degree of separation from his true, kind self and the trickster god? He spun the narrative. He said just enough truth to be believed. He was deceitful. Solas can be caught saying one outright lie—“I abhor blood magic.” Oh, wait. He can be caught lying exactly one time in Inquisition too—if you confront him about missing court intrigue. So much for a completely different man in Veilguard. 

Fen’Harel as a mask is such a beloved statement that it disregards thousands of years of his life. “I was Solas first. Fen'harel came later, an insult I took as a badge of pride.” A badge of pride Felassan used to flock followers to his side. Badge of pride he wore all through his rebellion. The one he tried to reclaim once meeting Dalish of the current day Thedas. One he used to amass following during the events of Trespasser. How many millennia can a person willingly wear a mask and not have it be a part of who they are?

And then we end up here, where somehow the portrayal of Solas in certain parts of fandom becomes an eerily similar story to that of Portrait of Dorian Grey. We have this beautiful, virtuous man, who’s telling you the most fascinating stories of the Fade, lulling you with his kind voice and beautiful eyes. One who was manipulated, traumatized, desperate, and pushed to act against his good nature. One who would tear down the Veil to restore what was lost and make the world right again. An idealist, working towards his goal. Damned be the sacrifices it requires. Because being hurt in some minds absolves people of guilt. Some agree with his goals and damn his ugly side to the attic. The one who manipulated, one who deceived and killed. One who has the blood of countless lives on his hands. One has to exist for the other to reach that goal. One who is just as much part of his true self as the other. 

Solas is Fen’Harel. Fen’Harel is Solas. One could not exist without the other. And to love someone truly, we must accept the good, the bad, and the ugly. Because to be loved is to be seen fully. Loving a villain is not a moral failing. And yes, he is a villain. Doing something horrible for the sake of something good is still, at the core, doing something horrible. 

Love him because of the awful things he did and in spite of them.

[nosyp]

First years as yanderes

Second years | Third years

Ace Trappola

When you first meet him, it's mostly just playful teasing, harmless pranks and subtle flirting but as time passes, it becomes much much worse.

From an outsider's perspective, they would probably think you and Ace are the cutest couple but behind closed doors, it's a whole different narrative.

He's possessive, always demanding to know where you were going, claiming it's just to 'protect you'. At some point, it gets so intense that he ends up making curfews for you and installing a tracker on your phone.

And when you try to leave, he finds a way to guilt trip you by saying things like "I thought we were more than that. You're really gonna leave me? Even after everything?"

Deuce Spade

He's overprotective. He has a really short temper and is a former delinquent. You can't blame him if he accidently sends someone to the hospital because they made you trip on accident, can you?

He’s convinced his violent outbursts are justified. After all, he’s only doing it for you. “They disrespected you! What was I supposed to do? Let them get away with it?”

When you attempt to scold him for injuring someone, he pleads with you for you to understand... after all, he did this for you.

“You still love me, right? I did this for you… you understand that, don’t you?” "No Deuce! You're crazy! Stop it!"

The whole situation is a crazed mess. He felt as your relationship crumbled into pieces and he tries to piece it back together like a huge puzzle.

Deuce would never hurt you directly though, instead he would isolate you, trap you in a secluded area, far away from everyone else. He does this all because he believes that if you interact with anyone else other than him, your mind will be 'corrupted'.

Jack Howl

He's not a guilt-tripper or a manipulator like the others, but he is for sure just as overprotective.

He'd follow you everywhere, he's convinced that you need his protection 24/7. He believes that even if for a second that he looks away, you'll get hurt... and it'll be all his fault.

He's not as crazy possessive as the others, but he does things that make you think he is. He'd cut people out of your life if he believes that they're a bad influence. It gets to the point that he cuts everyone out of your life, except for him.

Jack believes he knows what’s best for you and if you fight back? He’ll look at you with those stoic, disappointed eyes, muttering: “You’re being stubborn again. Don’t you trust me?”

Finally, when you lose everything, you could only cling onto Jack. Binding you with him forever.

Epel Felmier

Epel’s obsession stems from his frustration with his history of being underestimated. Around you, he wants to be seen as strong and capable, but it quickly becomes suffocating. He’ll lash out at anyone who dares undermine his masculinity or threaten his place at your side.

He clings to you as proof of his strength. If you ever reject him, it shatters his pride. That’s when Epel becomes truly dangerous—his temper is explosive, and his upbringing makes him surprisingly ruthless when he wants to be.

He’d sabotage friendships and relationships behind the scenes, spreading rumors with a sweet smile. “I’d hate for people to misunderstand you. It’s better if you stay with me—you can trust me.” he'd mutter to you.

Epel would be the type to snap if you tried to leave. His desperation would finally boil over, his hands trembling as he blocks the door. “You can’t leave. You’re mine, and I’ll fight anyone who tries to take you away.”

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek’s obssessed. It's loud, unwavering, and borderline fanatical. He worships you. He adores you. He'll never let you out of his sight.

He sees himself as your protector, often to an extreme. He’ll argue, yell, and shame you for spending time with 'unworthy' people. “They’re way under you! Why waste your time on them when you have me?”

Sebek’s outbursts make it impossible for anyone to approach you. While he never has the intent to hurt you, the sheer intensity of his actions becomes overwhelming.

If you tried to distance yourself, he’d be furious, raging mad but underneath it all is desperation. He would spew out random nonsense in an attempt to earn you back. “Don’t you understand? No one can love and protect you like I can! I was made for this—I was made for you!”

Ortho Shroud (platonic)

Ortho's an overprotective yandere (platonic). He'd monitor your whole life, from where your going to who your spending time with. He knows it all, no details spared.

If you ever mention that you were going out, he'd insist on coming with you. Telling you that it's much safer for you to let him come with you.

He's emotionally dependent on you. Just like how attached he is to his brother, he'd easily become as attached with you. He'd feel like he needs you in his life, and his happiness would become increasingly tied to your attention and affection.

He's not jealous or anything but when he realizes that you're spending less time with him, he'll get more clingy or subtly try to make you feel guilty for not spending enough time with him. "But… I thought we could hang out. Don’t you want to be with me?"

In the worst-case scenario, if you ever try to pull away or create distance, Ortho could start to tweak. He’d be unable to understand why you wouldn’t want to spend every moment with him, and he might say something like, “But I’m your friend… I thought you’d never leave me. You’re my only friend. Please don’t abandon me.” His voice would be soft, and though his words would seem sweet, the emotional pressure behind them would be overwhelming.

[lucky-traveler]

Yandere Chance thoughts again. This time, it's post-forsaken.

Death used to be one of the ways you can escape obsession, but now that death is no longer permanent, you'll be stuck with a gambler who will never leave you alone. Even though they have lost their life from before, they could still pretty much be as terrifying as pre-forsaken in their own way.

Luck, of course still sways their way, and it almost seems to double when you're around. Why so? The Specter, the being that thrives off of misery, a needed factor to keep them alive and their abilities strong, cannot pass this up. They will manipulate the rounds to pair the two of you more often, they will even switch your cabin placement to be close to Chance's. You can think of the Specter being a twisted version of Cupid, feeding Chance's obsession much to your dismay.

You can try to tell the other survivors, but Chance is good at keeping a poker face and managing their own emotions. So, 9/10 times, the others won't believe you much, and the best they can do is comfort you and try to ease you up. Although, Two Time could be one of the few to see through the act, or maybe 007n7. Builderman can be the one to talk to Chance about it, but he will just tell the gambler to be more easy around you.

Does he listen? Somewhat. He can't let the people around him lose trust in him fully after all. However, he'll just get more creative in ways to be around you, to continue overstepping your boundaries. Reason with him, yell at him all you want, it doesn't change the fact that you can't escape them.

Stockholm syndrome can form if you don't figure out a way to save yourself, or at least keep your distance. No matter the reason for their obsession, it's still wrong. You shouldn't cave, for your own sake.

Sure, complying and accepting is fine, saves you from the late nights that you wake up in your cabin, only to see Chance on your bed with you, arms wrapped around you, or the way they are constantly hovering over you. But, you'll drive their unhealthy mindset even further, affirming that what they are doing is right.

Now, if you accept and decide to be in a relationship with them, they will be doing everything in their power to keep you safe. Your personal bodyguard whenever you two are in a round. However, this protectiveness can apply to the other survivors. Don't you see how Two Time can be dangerous when they hold a knife? Don't you see how careless Shedletsky can be with his sword? What if either of them hurt you by accident?

He won't kill anyone, since it's pointless as death is not permanent. No need to waste his time on that. They'll just isolate you from everyone, ensuring that will be the only one to have your attention and your love.

Don't you worry dollface, you won't break under their love. Not entirely. Just enough for them to have you all to themself completely.

[mullermilkshake]

What type?

Eliminating.

Satoru is an eliminating Yandere. Yeah, he’ll kill everyone who tried to touch you, because he’s possessive and has the means to kill without suffering the consequences.

He’s too powerful and overwhelming for you to ever get away from so it’s easy for him to keep you where he wants.

Though, at times, he can grow bored, so he is known to flit form darling to darling, whenever they break. But he always comes back to you. Always.

Because you refuse to break.

Manipulating.

Suguru is manipulative by trade, his words hold so much water a lot of the time you don’t know which way is up.

Like water drops, if he says something enough times, you start to believe it.

Why you’re here.

How he’s the only one that loves you.

How no one else will match up because he is the one who is most equipped at looking after you.

He expects nothing in return but your love.

And that’s a big ask.

Delusional.

Kento wants nothing more than see your affections towards him made public. He knows you feel a certain type of way about him and are only keeping it to yourself in some twisted mind game you've convinced yourself he wants to play.

He doesn't. He just needs you come clean about your feelings towards him soon because it's driving him crazy. The silent treatment and harsh words are only a way to keep him interested further, and that won't change.

But every now and then, when he finally gets you to sleep in the same room, he prays you'll give in and at least give him a smile or lingering touch to set his heart ablaze to let him know you love him.

He knows you do, but perhaps you're just too shy to come out and say it.

Eliminating.

Sukuna will strike anyone down who dares to come near you, to even think about touching you.

It's not that he loves you the way he's been told he should, it's just that you are a play thing he enjoys toying with, and he's grown... an attachment. Your pretty little cries are something he enjoys listening to and they play on his mind more and more whenever he is apart from you.

He actually tells himself that he doesn't love you, that you're just a pathetic human who holds not one candle to him in his presence, but it does not stop him from making sure no one else has you in their sights.

You're his to play with. Nothing more. So he thinks.

Isolating.

Toji finds that its easier for him and less hassle just to keep you held up at his place. He managed to maintain it so there was no chance of your escape.

Sometimes he does think about it. Escaping, just the two of you somewhere where no one will find you. Living the boring domestic life and getting comfortable with just your company.

Yet other times, he wonders about a scenario where you do escape. How would you do it? The mere thought actually excites him, like a sudden movement enough to make a cat's pupils dilate into hunt mode.

The chase seems a little more interesting. He wants to know just how intelligent you are.

Submissive.

Choso does anything for you. If you ask him to sit in the corner like a little scolded puppy just to make yourself feel better, he will.

He dotes on you twenty-four-seven just to see a glimmer of a smile ghost your lips. One blink and he would miss it. So he doesn't blink. It makes his eyes burn for as long as he can keep it until he has no choice.

If you told him to break his own heart, he would find a way. Though you do that perfectly when you try to leave, and every time it takes a little part of him with you.

But he still loves you because it's you.

Because at the end of the day, he is yours.

Isolating.

Hiromi keeps you. He knows what damage you can cause utilising the legal system in your favour. The rate of conviction in Japan is at 99%.

That isn't good if you manage to speak to someone, who by unfortunate luck may believe you. Hiromi is sure he would have no issue in convincing them otherwise given his risk taking in court to defend people in precarious places.

But there's no way he can look at you from across that court room if you were to get out.

So he keeps you where no one can get to you. That way you'll be with him forever.

[prapaiwife]

"A friend, someone you know, a close one, roommate assistant"

It's the way Kim said said all how he feels kenta is to him at this moment. And the way kenta was like tussling with him but looking at kim hearing him say all these words to him because he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Like he obviously understands what those words mean but it's also like he couldn't take it in or have it even process to grasp what he actually means to someone. After all he's someone who didn't grow up with any love so to have someone tell him that so openly and easily is a disbelief.

But I just love how all in kim is he has such a protective nature towards kenta. Like their bond is already an emotional one but it's going to be more of a sentimental one as time passes. Like with these two it's all about the control vs autonomy because kenta spent much of his life under Tony which we know has caused a lot of trust issues and being manipulated constantly. He was conditioned to suppress his feelings which makes it hard for him to be vulnerable. Before he opened up to Kim about his feelings he was keeping them to himself. All that he's endured and encountered will make it really challenging for him to assert any of his feelings. So it's inevitable that Kenta's struggle with his autonomy will be an obstacle.

But kim has a lot of patience and understanding when it comes to kenta's reluctance to open up to him about anything. He knows that his upbringing has really shaped him and how he views people. How he views the world and how he especially looks at himself. But Kim gives him that really good gentle encouragement for him to feel like he can talk to him. Make him feel safe at least with him so he can express whatever he's feeling without any hesitation and fear of being punished for it. And we all know that Kim is very protective especially if kenta pushes him away his persistence is to just protect but also gives kenta space as well. But that doesn't mean he doesn't ever get frustrated with him because of how Kenta is so shielded from everything and anything it gets in the way when he wants to get closer to kenta and wants to understand him more.

I feel Kim being so observant he can see that Kenta doesn't like loneliness but he's been isolated since he was a child. He doesn't even necessarily hate ppl or have a disdain for them (except tony) but he's been told and believed that everyone hates him. I think Kim can tell that kenta wasn't born cruel and aggressive it's just the world he was thrown into has turned it's back on him. It's like kenta doesn't want the weight of the world on his shoulders but asking for help and letting ppl in is foreign to him.

With everything that Kenta has been through since he was a child it was like as if his age has stopped. But his body obviously kept growing! but his brain has been forced and or used to skipping certain stages of things in his life that he's meant to experience and to feel. It's like his mind is frozen and his feelings are very limited he doesn't really know what he's capable of when it comes to love and to love someone fully. And the fact that he will get to experience that with Kim even though it might not be right away I do think as time goes on within their relationship he'll know what it's like and that's going to be just so great for him to witness to see that he is meant to be loved.