#mr scarletella yandere

[satori-runa]

—The red means I love you.

Summary: Mr Scarletella doesn't like to wait anymore and makes his move.

Tags: Mentions of blood, yandere behaviour, obsession, slight stalking, fluff, slightly ooc

Words: 1,6k

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Blood dripped from your fingers, soaked into your clothes, and splattered across the floor in your wake. It didn’t matter if it was yours or someone else’s anymore. All that mattered was surviving in this weird place.

You paused to catch your breath, the cold air burning your lungs as another wave of dizziness hit you. Somewhere in the distance, you heard it—the soft, shuffling footsteps that never seemed far behind. He was still following you. He had been for a while now, his presence a constant shadow.

Mr. Scarletella.

He rarely spoke, but you could feel his pitch black eyes on you, his gaze almost tangible as it traced the lines of blood staining your clothes. The quiet creaking of leather shoes echoed through the hallway, growing louder. You turned, the crowbar raised defensively, and there he was—standing just a few feet away, partially hidden by the dim lighting.

He was a spectacle in crimson, the vibrant red of his suit blending almost seamlessly with the blood that covered the ground and the red light on the walls. His head was tilted slightly, a mess of scarlet hair falling over one eye as he stared at you. His smile was small, twitching at the corners, as if he were struggling to hold it back. And then there was this scarlet umbrella he was holding…

"You," he mumbled in his own language, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a small step closer, the leather of his shoes slick against the wet floor. His eyes were wide, pupils blown out in a way that made him look unhinged. He raised one gloved hand, fingers twitching, as if he wanted to reach out and touch you but was restraining himself.

You took a step back, crowbar still raised. "Stay back," you ordered, though it sounded more like a plea than a command. You weren’t even sure if he could follow your demands.

His head tilted further, almost like a curious dog. "Like," he muttered, the word shaky and filled with awe. His gaze fixated on the blood staining your shirt. "Like... you."

It was a childlike declaration, simple and obsessive, as if he couldn’t fully articulate the depth of his emotions in the language he spoke. He took another step forward, and this time, you noticed the way his hands shook, almost vibrating with excitement.

He pointed to the blood on your clothes, then back to himself, his smile widening. "Like... same," he murmured. He gestured between the two of you, as if connecting invisible threads. The blood. It was all the same to him. You were the same. You were his. You did this for him. You were like that for him.

You swallowed hard, backing away. "You need to stop following me," you said, but even you could hear how empty the words sounded. He wouldn’t stop. You knew that. You could see it in his eyes—the absolute devotion, the unblinking adoration.

His smile faltered for a second, his brows knitting together in confusion, almost like he didn’t understand why you were upset. "You," he stammered, taking another step. He was so close now, you could smell the coppery tang of blood that clung to him like perfume. "With... me."

He reached out slowly, fingers splayed wide, as if he were afraid you might shatter if he touched you. The moment his hand brushed against your cheek, it was cold and wet with blood. “Me like you.” He sighed, the sound almost blissful, like he’d been waiting his whole life just to be this close. “You like me?”

You flinched away, slashing out with your crowbar, but he was faster. His appearance glitched and before you knew it, he teleported. He caught your wrist in a tight, almost bruising grip, his expression twisting into something unreadable. His smile had disappeared, replaced by a wide-eyed, manic look that sent a shiver down your spine.

"No," he muttered, his voice barely audible, like he was scolding a child. He pulled you closer, his grip unrelenting. "Mine. Like you. Same."

It was almost pathetic, the way he whispered it, like he was pleading with you to understand. He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath shaky and uneven. The blood from his gloves smeared across your skin as he cupped your face, his touch almost reverent.

"Stay," he breathed, the word cracking at the edges. "With... me."

For a moment, you thought you saw tears welling up in his eyes, but then he blinked, and they were gone, replaced by that disturbing, gleeful smile. He didn’t need your answer; he’d already decided it for you.

You tried to pull away, but he only held you tighter, his fingers digging into your skin. His smile stretched wider, as if he were thrilled by the struggle.

"Like... you," he whispered again, almost lovingly, his voice broken and raw. "Together."

You realized then that there was no escape. Not from him. Not from the Otherworld. And as his laughter echoed down the hall, low and guttural, you knew he’d already decided your fate long before you’d even realized he was watching.

“Me grateful for you. Me like you. Me want you.”

You kept your crowbar close, tucked against your side, but you knew it was useless. You’d tried to fight him before, slashing at his chest, hitting at his arm, but it never seemed to faze him. If anything, it only made him more excited, more desperate to keep you close. His suit was stained with both your blood and someone elses, merging into a deep red that matched the look of obsession in his eyes.

His pace slowed as he pulled you into an empty room, the door creaking shut behind you. The walls were stained with splatters of old blood, the floor sticky beneath your shoes. He stopped, turning to face you fully, his hands coming up to frame your face as he dropped the umbrella for a moment. You could feel the wetness of his stained fingers against your cheeks, the metallic smell of blood overwhelming your senses.

You tried to pull away, but he only leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing yours. "Pretty," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "You... pretty. Blood." His thumb traced a line down your cheek, smearing blood across your skin. He seemed mesmerized by the sight, as if he couldn’t look away.

"Mr. Scarletella, please," you managed, your voice trembling. "Let me go."

He frowned, the expression so out of place on his usually smiling face. His grip tightened slightly, almost as if he were afraid you’d vanish if he loosened his hold. "No," he whispered, shaking his head. "No... like you."

He brought your face even closer, his breath warm against your lips. You could see every detail of his face now—the tiny splatters of blood on his skin, the way his pupils were blown wide with an intensity that bordered on madness. He wasn’t blinking, wasn’t even moving, just staring at you like you were the only thing that existed in his world.

You tried to turn your head, but his fingers dug into your jaw, forcing you to face him. It was almost gentle, the way he held you, but there was an undercurrent of possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. He tilted his head, his smile returning, small and soft, as if he were looking at something precious.

You’d been trying so hard to avoid his gaze that you didn’t notice how close he’d leaned in until it was too late. You moved suddenly, trying to wrench yourself out of his grip, but the motion was too quick, too abrupt. Your lips collided with his, and you froze.

It was just a brief, accidental kiss—barely a brush of lips—but it felt like time stopped. His entire body went still, his eyes widening in shock. For a second, you thought he might pull away, let you go, but then his hands tightened around your face, fingers trembling.

"Y-You," he breathed out, his voice cracking with something raw and vulnerable. "Kiss... you kissed."

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your chest. "It was an accident," you insisted, your voice hoarse. "I didn’t mean to—"

But he wasn’t listening. He was staring at you, his expression one of pure, unfiltered adoration. His lips parted slightly, his breath shaky, as if he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. He let out a soft, broken laugh, the sound almost joyous, as if he’d just received the greatest gift in the world.

"Like me," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. His voice was so quiet, so full of desperate hope. "You... like me."

He didn’t give you a chance to respond. He leaned in again, his lips hovering over yours, his breath mingling with yours. It wasn’t a kiss—not really. It was like he was waiting for permission, waiting for you to do something, anything, to confirm that this wasn’t just in his head.

You could feel his heartbeat racing against your own, the warmth of his body despite the cold, damp blood soaking his clothes. You knew then that he wouldn’t let you go—not now, not ever. In his mind, that accidental kiss had sealed your fate. You were his now, just as he was yours.

And as he pulled you into a tight embrace, humming softly under his breath, you realized you had no choice but to let him hold you, his face buried against your neck, whispering broken, loving words that would haunt you forever.

The minute he let go of you, you took the umbrella he dropped into your hand, glancing at the scarlet color before Mr.Scarletellas hand touched yours. A promise to keep you by his side.

[suiana]

yandere! mr scarlettela who probably most likely makes you share an umbrella with him. he thinks it's cute and romantic, and he's a super romantical dude ☺️

yandere! mr scarlettela who will likely relent and get you your own umbrella after you repeatedly tell him that you want him GONE. why? cause whenever you share an umbrella he stands way too close for comfort like imagine sleeping on a king size bed but you're pushed to the edge cause he keeps edging closer and closer-

yandere! mr scarlettela who's highkey delusional... bro DEFINITELY thinks you two are married. like??? he thought the bodies you threw away were gifts to him 💀💀💀 if you as much as smile he'll think you want to have babies 💀💀💀

yandere! mr scarlettela who thinks you look the prettiest in red. sure you look pretty in other colours but red... you look beautiful in red. plus that's his colour! you're wearing his colour! that's like practically trying to get with him right? right????

yandere! mr scalettela who just loves you so much. why would you ever want to leave him? he'll treat you right, he will! please stay with him. please stay with him. please stay with him. please stay with him. Please stay with him. Please.

[solplease]

hi so this post has spoilers for both homicipher and tkatb!

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haha… doodle page… urg…

as always, close ups under the cut!

[vyunyaa]

His Secret

Warning: Obsession; yandere, hint at masturbation (but not said directly) 

Song: MASSIVE ATTACK- ANGEL 

Maneskin- valentine

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Imagine Mr. Scarletella’s room…

I imagine it as a huge hall in a red hue (in the style of its owner) with huge walls and high ceilings. There is absolutely nothing there, no bed, no chairs. Nothing at all.

The most interesting thing is that compared to other rooms in this world, this room looks absolutely clean! There is not an ounce of mold, not a drop of blood.

But the most important thing why Scarletella considers this room hers is this portrait of you covering this entire huge wall.

God, this fucking stalker is literally obsessed with this portrait. When he's not wandering like a maniac through these endless corridors looking for you, he spends hours in this room looking at the canvas of you. And he literally gets lost in his fantasies of you looking at him with those terribly beautiful doe eyes; where he can finally keep you under his umbrella; where you are literally connected to each other. These fucking fantasies simply cannot leave his heart to rise..

Scarletella stands in the center of this huge hall and burns your face with her bottomless gaze, his knees begin to tremble in pain, but he doesn’t care, even when his body gives in under her pressure, he will continue to kneel and look at you. Slowly rubbing the handle of his red umbrella.

[shysuccubusstuff]

Yandere! Mr. Scarletella:

Content: violence + stalking + voyerism + picture taking + masturbation + stealing + break of privacy + neutral reader + tampering with your food + noncon content + Stockholm syndrome. + mindbreak.

Summary: Human! Scarletella just wasn't able to stop himself from stalking falling in love with such an amazing person, God, he just loves stealing borrowing your stuff!

Note: So, I just had to write something about this amazing game, feel free to check it out and support the creator!!

SFW:

Yandere! Scarletella who fell in love since the first time he saw you around university, always being around those other guys... But he knew he just had to wait, yeah, wait for the right moment to approach you.

Yandere! Scarlatella who keeps randomly appearing on your classes from time to time. Oh, he isn't even in your course, but taking a few extra classes or even skipping some of his is no issue for him.

Yandere! Scarlatella who makes sure to get close enough so he can steal a few things from you while in class, sometimes it's your old pencil, other times he just takes whatever has touched your hand that class. That includes waiting until the university is closing to take your thrown away coffe cup (it still has your salive, so he has definitely kissed you, right?).

Yandere! Scarlatella who keeps on appearing on your daily life, you try to act as if the constant encounters are just mere coincidences, not like he even tried to strike up a conversation with you, so there must be no danger, right?

Yandere! Scarlatella who sometimes follows you back to your doorm. He always makes sure to walk quite far away from you trying to avoid freaking you out as he knows it would affect your daily routine.

Yandere! Scarlatella who climbs up the tree just to be able to catch a glimpse of your face while you're sleeping. You look so beautiful with your lips sligthly parted! ♡ You don't know it, but he has found a way of opening your window while you're sleeping. When he feels extra bold, he lets himself run his fingers through your soft lips feeling your warm breath is just enough to get him hot and bothered ♡.

Yandere! Scarlatella who begins to be feared by all your friends. They keep warning you about him, but it's not like you have any proof of what he's doing, such a shame :(( jk. He made sure to state his point, beating your poor friends to a pulp if he saw them getting a bit too close to you, he made sure to leave no visible marks, he doesn't want you worrying your pretty little head.

Yandere! Scarlatella who loses it after seeing that creepy long-haired guy far too close to you, if you wanted him to kidnap take you with him already you could've just said so dummy! Of course he wastes no time taking you from those filthy guys. You will be safe with him ♡.

Yandere! Scarlatella who breaks your poor mind after being trapped several months. Maybe being taken care of isn't so bad, right?

NSFW:

Yandere! Scarlatella who masturbates to your sleeping face, his tip being dangerously close to your lips. He can't stop imagining them surrounding his lenght...♡ He knows he has to keep patient but each day it becomes harder to act neutral.

Yandere! Scarlatella who takes photos of your clothed cunt for his collection. This collection includes many versions, from more tame ones (you smiling) to less... ethical ones (your sleeping face).

Yandere! Scarlatella who robs your underwear while you sleep. He just needs some... extra motivation. So he uses them, wrapping them around his cock as he keeps moving his hand up and down, making sure to stain your poor underwear with his sperm. He makes sure to clean them throughly before giving them back to you, although he sometimes wishes he could just cum inside the underwear you're currently using.

Yandere! Scarlatella who keeps on putting his own fluids on the stuff he feeds you. Most days he keeps it tame, deciding to introduce a bit of his salive on your food/drink, but when you behave extremely bad, he uses his cum, mixing it with your food together with some aphrodisiac, just enough to make you lose a bit of your sanity from not being able to masturbate.

Yandere! Scarlatella who keeps cameras all around his house so he can see you from different angles (all make you look like an angel ♡). He may or may not use those videos to masturbate, just maybe.

Yandere! Scarlatella who begins to use your mouth to release himself as a reward. You were just so eager to be touched! He just knew you were in love with him! It has definitely nothing to do with him being the only human contact for over six months! You let him use your mouth as he wants, forcing his cock into your throat, those sinful sounds filling his room as you try not to puke from his tip hitting the back of your throat.

Yandere! Scarlatella who slowly begins to mark your whole body as his. He started by marking your face with his cum, moving on to your mouth and then to your beautiful chest, the next step was of course cumming all over your low abdomen.

Yandere! Scarlatella who refuses to cum inside of you. He keeps controlling himself by saying that he wants to make sure both of you truly love each other... that's... well. Let's just say that he is just another level of delusion, but don't worry, he would never give up on his sweet and precious darling ♡ !

[hime-bee]

Still in a shitty headspace rn, but here's an older sketch I did of Leu as Mr. Scarletella, since they're both freaky simps with shaggy bangs and umbrellas 💞🌂

[famwhy]

YOU'VE SEEN HIM—

—the man in red.

He's a tall, towering structure: poised with a sense of calm that almost feels too good to be true, too fake to be real.

His footsteps carry a weight to them, this slow, impending sense of danger—like the quiet before a storm—with each step taking its time, testing its patience, as if it knows, he knows, that whatever he seeks, he shall find. No matter how long it takes.

And oh how it takes long.

You know what it is that he seeks, can hear him call out to you in the static of his glitchy presence peering from room‐to-room, blood red umbrella clutched tight in hand.

You know and it scares you.

He scares you.

The man in—

You blink, registering a sudden, gentle touch on your thigh, and tilt your head down in a daze.

At your feet, sits a man. But not the one you fear, no. This man is different. Instead of impending danger, he brings comforting safety. Instead of heavy footsteps, he travels through light crawls. Instead of scarlet hair, he carries black curtains.

This man you can trust.

He opens his mouth, speaking to you in that foreign tongue you've yet to decipher, but from the concern that laces his tone, can almost make out the meaning of.

'You okay?'

So, like you do with every other monster that tries to interact with you in this wretched place, you respond with a smile and laugh.

But it's not real. It's not real because you've seen him—the man in red—

—and he's seen you.

[riverrrrunredd]

Mr. Red Flag

[mellowwillowy]

So I was watching my favorite local streamer playing Homicipher and right in the Mr. Scarletella event where we have to give him our name (I think it's ep 5), it fucking glitched.

Glitched to the point the player was kicked out of the game. So now I'm gonna write something based on this (hehe, it happened twice with Mr. Scarletella (Idk about others but it also glitched with Mr. Crawling during the moment Mr. Stitch hid us iirc, angry Mr Crawling…!)

Yan! Scarletella x GN! Streamer Reader

You knew Homicipher had been a hot shot even before it was released and a month later after the game was released, you decided to stream your playthrough. This had been your third stream and you were only trying to explore more endings for more lore and by the time Mr Scarletella appeared again, the stream chat went crazy for him.

"Give him a fake name? Let's try that." You input a fake name and Mr Scarletella repeated after you before realizing you lied. His face glitched closer to your screen, his eyes staring eerily at you. You've always found his gaze unnerving but since Homicipher wasn't a very textbook horror game, it didn't budge you.

'teach/tell name?'

Until your screen glitched horribly. Black dots appear and disappear, his eyes still staring at you. You questioned the glitch to your viewers and all of them roared in laughs and light-hearted horror, commenting on how Mr Scarletella is really coming to get you. You input another false name and he knew it was a lie.

Another box for you to input the name appeared and just before you could insert the name, the screen glitched terribly and kicked you, and forced you out of the game, leaving you with a blank white window screen. Just before you were kicked out of the game, you could see Mr. Scarletella's eye glitch closer to the screen. One of the viewers commented that it might have been the little update error and you decided to trust them, re-opening the game and loading it from one of the save data.

Once you reach the same event again, you give him another false name. The second time he asked again, it glitched before you could even give him your name. His eye glitched closer to you before it turned black from the glitch again.

'Have your name?'

He appeared again, almost giving you and your viewers a seizure from the amount of glitches. It turned black for a moment before it glitched back again with him still asking for your name.

'Have your name?'

It glitched again and the whole game turned black. You looked at the chat, the viewers all laughing at how Mr. Scarletella was ready to take you into the game with the amount of time the game glitched. You joked with them as you waited until the bug was fixed, unaware of the fact that Mr Scarletella was really trying to pull you into his world.

Bonus: The same thing happened to Mr Crawling albeit just a little bit of glitches. Mr Stitch was hiding with us under the bed and Mr Crawling was looking for us.

'you go?'

The screen glitched for a moment though not as bad as Mr Scarletella's was.

"Is he going to fucking stand?"

[mdrxq]

hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby

[nosyp]

Mr Scarletella as a yandere

It's no doubt he's obsessed. He'd spend hours and hours observing you, memorizing your daily routine, social interactions and habits.

If anyone even glances at the you, even for a split second, Mr Scarletella is going to go crazy. The jealousy burning hot inside of him. He might make subtle threats to those around them, or worse, he could sabotage their relationships, spreading rumors or creating misunderstandings to isolate them. He’s convinced no one could love you like he does.

He'll shower you with affection and gifts, trying to make you feel special, BUT only when you show loyalty to him. If you even drop a hint at wanting space, he reacts by being overly clingy, blaming your distance on others or outside forces. He refuses to let you go, no matter how hard you plead.

He sees any perceived threat as a reason to lash out. If he thinks someone is trying to take you away, he’ll act with frightening speed and unpredictability (sometimes resorting to violence or threats to keep you “safe” from the world). He sees himself as your only true protector, and anyone else who tries to be in their life is a potential danger.

Mr Scarletella is skilled in bending the truth for it to be in his favor. If you start to question his behavior, he’ll gaslight you into thinking you're overreacting or that he's the only one who truly cares. He’ll use your emotions against you, convincing you that you need him to survive and thrive.

When things don’t go his way, shit goes down real fast. He’ll throw a tantrum or any other way to show emotional distress to make you feel guilty. His tears aren’t for real remorse—they're to manipulate you into comforting him and reaffirming his love, keeping you emotionally attached to him.

[jestaar]

How to use an umbrella

Mr.Scarletella x reader

Warnings: nsfw, improper use of umbrella, reader is female, mdom, yandere character.

The impatient, unsteady rhythm of thrusts, heavy, growling breath of the ghost that had almost folded in half behind you. The cold of the concrete, scorching your heated body when it touches its bare areas. Hot steam from your mouth, mixed with sharp sighs and groans.

With one, inhumanly large, hand the man in red pressed you by the waist to himself, lightly pressing on the bottom of your stomach. With the other, he moves his umbrella inside you. The smooth curved handle slides in and out effortlessly, slightly changing its temperature during the process. You feel the liquids flowing out of you, you feel how large viscous drops roll down your thighs, cooling down, you feel how a light film of sweat grows and, turning into drops, rolls off your body like rain. Involuntary tears flow down your cheeks, sometimes clouding your vision. The knot in your lower abdomen threatens to explode like fireworks, then subsides, leaving you wanting to finally finish.

Scarlettla moved the umbrella erratically, it seemed he was too excited to find a rhythm that would satisfy both of you. Even though he is much taller than you, and your position seems uncomfortable, he bends his head even lower, breathing right into your ear, biting it. His eyes, always a little too wide open, devouring you with incredible greed, the view pleases him way too much. He mumbles something, quieter, louder. You manage to catch only a few words from his seemingly incoherent stream of thought. "Human..." "mine..." "glad..." "together you..."

Perhabs, Scarlettla was happy that he finally got what he wanted. The handle of red umbrella pushed inside more roughly, the knot in your lower abdomen threatened to explode at any moment. And when the spirit in red began to repeat his mantra again, the knot finally dropped lower and exploded, making you see fireworks. Tears flowed uncontrollably from your eyes, your body shook, your breathing was ragged. You held tightly onto the man's hand that was lying on your stomach. He was breathing heavily too, it seemed, having received his satisfaction. Scarlettla slowly pulled the umbrellas handle out of you, leaving a small feeling of emptiness behind. The black material glistened from the abundance of liquid on it, reminding you of what had just happened.

You were tired. Your breathing was slowly but surely recovering, as was that of the ghost behind you. You wanted to get up, to tidy yourself up, but the man did not loosen his grip. And you gave in. Too tired to actively fight him, you leaned your back against his chest, letting your tired eyes close.

Next one might be mr.Silvair

[elsecrytt]

corruption kink is desperately underutilized with yanderes btw.

the love of a yandere is inherently twisted. it's selfish somehow, or harmful, or restrictive - it may be love but there's a fundamental flaw in how that love can be expressed or where it's coming from.

so if a yandere wants to be loved back, they wouldn't necessarily recognize love as it is normally. it wouldn't feel real to them.

no, they want to be loved the way they know it. they want you to love them how they love you, true love, love without boundaries or restrictions, a love they feel whenever they see you - they want you to feel that when you see them.

yanderes who manipulate you until you learn to manipulate them back. who bend you until they break. who lie until you know what questions to ask to get a lie that tells you what you want to know.

lock you in until you learn to pick it, foil your escape attempts until you start faking attempts just to get them on edge.

control what you say, what you do, until you start acting strangely compliant one day, smiling and amenable and so eager that you have to know how obvious you're being.

or maybe you go dead silent, empty eyes. not a single word for them no matter how they threaten or plead.

they starve you, so when they offer you food you refuse to eat. when they force feed you, things go missing, empty toothpaste or cleaner bottles, anything to make them panic and cause poison control.

they hurt people you care about? you know one (1) person they care about. and you'll hurt that person. you'll make them watch.

if you have no weapons then you will make them. you fill find some way to hurt them back, to take what they want.

it doesn't matter anymore. escape, protection, your future - you'd turn it all down for the chance to make them suffer like you have.

they ruined your fucking life. you couldn't stop them, but you can make them regret it, and you will stop at absolutely nothing to make that happen.

yandere who have no boundaries, no limits. they won't stop until you're just as crazy as they are.

that's what love is, isn't it? it never gives up, never goes unrequited.

yanderes who are not unaffected, indifferent. they care, desperately so, even if their superiority is assured. who want a reaction out of you, any reaction at all.

they relish the dance, and want nothing more than for you to join them in it.

their love isn't constrained by morality or kindness and they don't want you to love them like that, either.

it wouldn't feel real.

after all, if they were normal, they wouldn't crave the sting.

they wouldn't pursue someone who would spit and slap and pull away. the pain of rejection, how you lash out at them, every last agonizing moment of your ill-fated relationship -

if they weren't a little fucked up to begin with, why would they have done any of it at all?

you think you're hating them back, but all they feel is love.

[lurvelybones]

He got that delulu rizz

[darkflames29]

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every time I go out of my room and then get jumpscared whenever I come back to see this drawing I did was diabolical...

[kellowyellow]

Increase your volume people! This song was made for him! 🩸

Art from Homicipher

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