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[forever-eternal]

Physical Headcanons of Dragon Slayers

Dragon Slayer Magic, and slayer magic in general, changes the User’s physiology in ways other magic types do not– though the element they correspond with does play a major factor in what changes occur, there are some that affect all Dragon Slayers: (Hiro and Tsuki are OC’s who only sort of exist in the same universe, but are both Dragon Slayers)

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All Dragon Slayers have enhanced senses, more so than their God and Devil Slayer counterparts– where only one or two of their senses are heightened

Their senses are nearly triple that of a normal humans, and often leads to sensory overloads (Hiro and Erik having stronger hearing than most dragon slayers, Erik due to the nature of his magic- able to hear thoughts and movements of the body- and Hiro due to her magic and a genetic defect- able to hear all the way to Fiore’s farthest border with her mufflers turned up to 10 [10 is the strongest setting on mufflers, allowing the most sound to come through, but still blocking most of it]. Without her mufflers, she can hear all of Ishgar)

Their sense of taste is also increased. To protect their nervous system and body from damage caused by certain flavors, dragon slayers have a thicker, viscous saliva that covers their mouth as a shield, which ends up blocking a lot of flavor

This means they can eat the hottest peppers in Fiore with little fanfare, fire dragons in particular are prone to such snacking habits.

It also means their food will have more spices than most humans can handle, because they want to taste it

Their magic forms a thin barrier around their vital organs, though the actual purpose is unknown, it is believed that it’s to guard against internal attacks – poison, illness, etc.

The thickness of the barrier depends on age and element, with Wendy having thicker barriers than someone like Erik (who is immune to toxins), but not as thick as Gajeels.

Natsu and Tsuki’s magic burns through toxins, though Natsu is still vulnerable to a few. Tsuki’s internal temperature, being a White Fire Dragon Slayer, is far to high for normal toxins.

This means that, if Tsuki gets sick, the bacteria has evolved to survive her body temperature long enough to effect her. She will be under quarantine, as some bacteria would die with the body temp lower than they evolved to handle, while others will spread even further.

Dragon Slayers are able to roar, though their age, gender, and element do play a part in what it sounds like:

Tsuki and Natsu’s pitch shifts and changes with their mood, but it’s always extremely loud

Tsuki’s is, by far, the loudest naturally– she’s had plenty practice– and it often causes the ground to shake (There have been a few fallen buildings as a result, she doesn’t roar often)

Tsuki sounds most like a dragon, as she’s the only one who really remembers being taught how to roar like a dragon and not a slayer. Hiro would have been similar if she were old enough to learn it.

Wendy and Hiro are able to twist their vocal cords to create such a high pitch, that it can’t be heard–but still bursts eardrums

Due to their age, they have to force louder volumes, and usually need several minutes to let their voices rest afterwards

Hiro’s is more draconic simply because of the nature of Storm Dragon Slayers.

Laxus’ is loud, and incredibly deep, sounding like ongoing thunder with an echoing higher pitch– and is the second naturally loudest overall

Hiro, due to being a storm dragon slayer, also has a bit of this effect– like rolling thunder and lighting aftershocks. It’s a lot quieter than Laxus’.

Gajeel’s sounds like grating, creaking metal; it’s very deep, and has a medium volume- though it does cause slight vibrations in a thirty meter radius

Sting and Rogue have a medium volume, and no one really knows what their actual roar sounds like

They mimic each other and others, like light reflections and shadows

Erik doesn’t really roar, it’s more of a loud, ominous hissing sound

The sound causes a primal sort of fear in all who hear it, though dragon slayers are more immune than average humans. It does not affect Tsuki, who was raised and trained around many slayers, and Hiro, who lives to spite her body and instincts

Dragon Slayers also purr, much like cats do, though the same factors apply

Tsuki purrs the second most, and does it especially when around those she considers hers

Her’s in specific has a soothing, and calming effect. It tells you everything will be alright, and that she’ll take care of it. It comes with being the oldest and most intune with her instincts

Natus also purrs quite a bit, usually while eating or sleeping

Since he’s still young, it’s more of the effect of a kitten on Tsuki, though non-dragon slayers don’t really notice the difference

Wendy and Hiro purr like it’s second nature, though Wendy only really does so to calm Hiro. Hiro purrs the most out of all of them

They are very noticeably kitten purrs, giving the urge to protect and nurture to the older dragon slayers that hear it

Laxus has deep rumbling purrs, and he doesn’t purr often

So far, Tsuki, Erik, Wendy, Hiro, and his kids are the only ones who have ever heard him purr

Though, it’s more like they feel him purr

Gajeel also has deep purrs, though rather quiet

Again, it’s more of something you feel than hear, his entire body shakes with the force

This is all according to Tsuki and Hiro, though some believe Wendy and Levy have heard them– neither will reveal anything

Sting and Rogue are much like Natsu, though they have more control over it– due to the trauma inflicted by Jiemma

With Tsuki, Laxus, and Erik, they are near constantly purring

They do purr around Hiro as well, its almost infectious

Erik is more similar to a snake than a cat, and his draconic sounds reflect that! So, while he doesn’t exactly purr, he also kind of does.

It sounds more like a quiet, content hissing though, but is described as more of a churr

Purrs are very infectious, if one purrs, they all purr, even if they’re doing so for different reasons

Stick em in a room with Tsuki and/or Hiro purring, and soon they’ll all be doing it without realizing

It’s a form of nonverbal communication for dragons, usually meaning happiness or contentedness

Dragon slayers have sharp claws, though their length depends entirely on the individual slayer

Some keep them filed down as not to accidentally scratch anything, but it does cause a strange, burning-itch in their fingers

The claws grow faster than an average human’s nails

Tsuki doesn’t cut hers beyond a certain point, cutting them down to the same length of the average nail is what causes the itching, almost like declawing a cat, very uncomfortable and not the usual

Natsu and Hiro don’t cut theirs down either, and it’s up to Tsuki to make sure they actually take care of them– though Hiro is generally very good at keeping them short enough to be able to do things, but long enough to defend herself if she can’t access magic

Gajeel also keeps his a certain length, and so does Erik, but Gajeel does it for max Bad Boy Effect and Erik does it because the tips can excrete poison if he wants them too, and if he cuts them too close it gets into his bloodstream and it’s really annoying

Laxus keeps his claws short because long nails make him uncomfortable, and the electricity in his body already causes itchiness. What's a little bit more?

Wendy keeps her short, but not super short, and also files them into more a square shape

Wendy likes to paint all their nails and once she and Hiro use the Puppy Eyes, no one can decline, it’s against the law

All kinds of Slayers have two magical cores, where their magic energy is stored, while other Wizards only have one.

No one knows entirely why, but it is believed that the first Slayers evolved the second core to manage their magic easier, as it is a very volatile magic genre

Dragon Slayers are hypoglycemic, mostly because of the volatile nature of their magic eating up at any sort of energy their body has– including their blood sugars.

Tsuki is the only one who is aware of this, but thinks the others are aware even if they’re not.

They know their body feels weird and they get tired, and that Tsuki makes sure they all eat after every fight and will shove food in their mouth whenever they feel that Weird Discomfort in their bones, but they don’t know why and don’t really care. That’s it.

It’s very annoying to deal with

They suck at taking care of themselves, all in different ways and all for different reasons.

[ryuzakemo128]

Call of Duty Headcanons

Summary: Ivanova Twin headcanons. For some sweet new future things with these two. These are based on their background. More coming in the future.

Content Warning: Dark themes. Mature Themes. Trauma. Violence.

Potential triggers: Violence, themes of war, trauma, and implied child neglect/abuse (due to the mention of a turbulent household).

If any of those things bother you. I suggest you click off this as soon as possible. Only you, and you alone, are responsible for the intake of media, with that being said. I hope you enjoy.

Masterlist / dividers / Credit (Dividers)

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part 3]

One) Oksana Ivanova, born in Saint Petersburg, Russia. She has an identical twin named Katya Ivanova. Despite their incredibly, possibly unsettlingly identical appearance, they could not be any more different from each other in terms of their personality.

Two) Oksana’s personality is far more unsettling in terms of her  perceived cold, calculating demeanour. She is known for her ruthless efficiency and an almost eerie calmness under pressure. Her eyes, often described as icy blue, seem to pierce through anyone who dares to challenge her. Oksana is a master strategist, always thinking several steps ahead, and she has a reputation for being utterly relentless in achieving her goals. However, this is brought on because she is the older twin by five minutes, and she felt entirely responsible for her siblings after their home life fell apart.

In contrast, Katya is a warm, compassionate individual and approachable, with a natural ability to connect with people. She is empathetic and often serves as the moral compass for those around her. Katya’s kindness and compassion make her a beloved figure among her peers, and she is often the one to mediate conflicts and offer support.

Three) This sense of responsibility has shaped Oksana into the formidable figure she is today. Her upbringing in a turbulent household forced her to develop a tough exterior and a sharp mind, traits that have served her well in her military career. Oksana’s dedication to her mission and her team is unwavering, and she often puts the needs of others before her own, even if it means making difficult decisions.

Four) Katya, on the other hand, took on the role of the nurturer in their fractured family. She became the emotional anchor for her siblings, always offering a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear. Katya’s warmth and empathy have made her an invaluable asset in her own right, as she excels in roles that require diplomacy and human connection. Her ability to understand and relate to others often helps her defuse tense situations and build strong alliances.

Five) Despite their contrasting personalities, Oksana and Katya share a deep, unbreakable bond. They have an unspoken understanding and an innate ability to communicate without words. This connection allows them to work seamlessly together, each complementing the other’s strengths and compensating for their weaknesses. Their unique dynamic makes them a powerful force, both on and off the battlefield.

Six) Oksana with her ten years of Spetsnaz as a sniper and dealing with anti-material sniper rifles, training in Russian martial arts of Systema and Sambo, training in close-quarters combat and her extensive experience in high-stakes operations. A force of nature, stewed within a familial background that would have suggested the opposite about her nature.

Oksana's ability to remain calm under pressure and make split-second decisions is unparalleled, unsettling and terrifying to her enemies. A master of disguise, able to blend and adapt to different environments seamlessly. Her observation skills make her an expert information gatherer. Oksana's ruthlessness is often mistaken for cruelty, but it's actually a cold, calculated strategy designed to achieve maximum efficiency.

Seven) Katya, while not as combat focused as her sister, has her own set of impressive skills. She has trained in various forms of self-defence and is proficient in close-quarters combat. Katya’s true strength, however, lies in her ability to read people and situations. Her background in psychology and negotiation has made her an expert in conflict resolution and intelligence gathering. Katya’s empathetic nature allows her to build trust quickly, making her an effective interrogator and diplomat.

Eight) Together, Oksana and Katya form a dynamic duo that is both feared and respected by their allies and enemies alike. Their complementary skill sets and deep bond enable them to tackle missions that others would deem impossible. Whether it’s a high-stakes infiltration or a delicate negotiation, the Ivanova twins are always up to the challenge, relying on their unique strengths and unbreakable connection to see them through.

[darkwitch1999]

Ronan Odeja OC Headcanons

Ronan Odeja

Age: 40s

Ronan is the father of Michael, Noelle, and Anais Odeja.

He has been happily married to Alyssa Odeja for over 20 years.

Ronan is a photographer who owns his own photography studio. He is well known in his profession for taking pictures that reflect "absolute perfection" by revealing the truth behind each photograph.

In other words, Ronan has a talent for telling whether a picture reflects genuine emotion or fake.

He has spent his lifetime taking pictures of perfect happy families. Ironic given that his own family is nowhere near happy.

Ronan does photography work for Gabriel from time to time. He's taken every family portrait of the Agreste family since Adrian was born.

Ronan is a kinder, more loving parent who loves all his children unconditionally.

Unlike his daughter, Noelle, who has no problem with blood and gore, Ronan cannot even endure talking about such graphic details let alone the sight without becoming nauseated. He still tries to support his daughter's interests by asking her about them even if he ends up feeling sick to his stomach.

Has an amazing singing voice. He always sang lullabies to his children when they were younger and still sings to them whenever they are sad or having night terrors.

A combination of stimuli such as flashing lights and loud noises causes Ronan to have panic attacks.

Ronan is old friends with Gabriel Agreste (Gabi Grassette), André Bourgeois (Anaximandre Bourgeois), Harry Clown, and Emilie Agreste.

During his freshman year at university, he met Alyssa at a party, and they both had a drunken hook-up, which resulted in Alyssa getting pregnant with Michael.

Not wanting to abandon his child, Ronan thought that the "honorable" or "right" thing to do was to marry Alyssa, a decision that his friends were strongly against (they had only met her once at that point and they could already tell she was a huge bitch).

They tried to convince him to not go through with it and to think about if marrying Alyssa was what he truly wanted. Gabriel, of all people, even made a big speech about how Ronan should marry for love and not out of obligation.

Despite Gabriel's speech speaking volumes, Ronan had already made up his mind to go through with it, even if he would end up regretting his decision for the rest of his life, he wanted to give his child a chance at a normal childhood.

Despite being in a loveless marriage, Ronan did everything he could to make their lives "comfortable" for them, even if it meant having to put up with his wife constantly berating him.

Tensions began to rise higher in their marriage when their son, Michael, came out as a boy. Ronan was supportive of his son's gender identity, but Alyssa was beyond pissed.

He paid for Michael's hormone therapy and had his name legally changed.

Took Michael to have gender-reassignment surgery at the age of 18 behind Alyssa's back. This act led to a MAJOR fight between the married couple, resulting in Alyssa nearly blinding Ronan with a glass vase that she threw close to his eye and kicking Michael out of the house.

Ronan continues to support Michael and help him through his struggles with depression and pill and alcohol abuse.

Had an affair with a family friend on Anais's last birthday, who also happened to be the widowed father of one of Anais's friends. Noelle witnessed the affair and called for her mother without even thinking first due to the shock.

Their marriage became unbearably worse after that day. Alyssa brings up the affair at every chance she is given and torments and berates Ronan even worse than before.

The affair is still ongoing; they just think that they are doing a good job at keeping it hidden.

The word about Ronan's affair had gotten around at Noelle's old school, which led to the bullying that she was already dealing with becoming worse. This also led to the decision for Noelle to transfer to Dupont.

While Ronan likes Noelle's new friends, the only friend that he doesn't completely trust Lila Rossi. In his words, "There's just something not right about that picture".

Despite his miserable and depressing home life, Ronan has yet to become akumatized. Hawk Moth/Shadow Moth/Monarch is lying in wait for the moment that Ronan reaches his "breaking point" and is at his lowest.

@princessbutterflysposts

[cerine0357]

*kicks the door*

So..I love the idea of a insecure!gn! S/O actually say that they are beautiful!

You can choose any oc! I do not mind! Feel free to delete this!

OC: Shimizu family, the MorningStar court, Elentia Acurion:-

. Oshinyu & Soweong Shimizu, Diavolo & Raemous, Drazoron & Rikurou X Reader

❃ Summary: You had been insecure and when you finally realized you were beautiful, you were alone in your room...or were you?

❃ Fluff, tinge of angst? || Established Relationship || Warnings: || Normal versions of OC

❃ Author's note: Thank you Achy for requesting again!! I love this idea!! I hope I was able to give it justice!! I'm dumb and don't know how to write scenarios...Kill me....

....The borned beauty

As you rubbed the lotion on yourself, you stared at your face in the mirror in front of you..You always found yourself to not be the most attractive around..and it wasn't your fault...most people though that..but why?? Why did you care about what they though if you liked the way you looked and the things that pique your interests?

You didn't have to care what they thought....you didn't have to stay in those things...these thoughts have been roaming your head for while now..but why? Because thy were true? I mean...you couldn't deny it..in your eyes...you did look slightly gorgeous...Maybe it was the way you had been doing good these days, maybe the way your hair looked, maybe the way you though you looked good...

"...Wow...I...I look..I look beautiful..." You mumbled...you may have thought you were alone...but no...

Oshinyu Shimizu

"...Wow...I...I look..I look beautiful..." You mumbled...you may have thought you were alone...but no...

"..Yeah...You look gorgeous dear..." her voice said.

You didn't notice Oshinyu walking out of the bathroom form her shower, rubbing her wet hair...she smiled sweetly as she nodded her head agreeing to what you said, you were thought surprised by her appearance giggled a bit. Of-course she would agree....she always thought you were gorgeous...

You walked up and hugged her tightly, hugging her waist...feeling better than ever..as you felt equal to her. She was such a gorgeous girl, one of the daughters of the Shimizu family. She had many suitors and you won her above ALL OF THEM! She felt extremely proud of your for doing that..You were definitely equal and perfect to her...

And you will learn that..though slowly..but surely..

Soweong Shimizu

"...Wow...I...I look..I look beautiful..." You mumbled as you smiled beautifully..you smiled seemed prettier today..

You turned on her heel, finally done and you shut the door with her foot as you started to walk but again pulled back into a tight embrace.

"....Yeah...My love is beautiful...more prettier than anyone else.." His silky voice spoke in your ear as he kissed the shell of your ear, hugging you tightly to his larger frame..

"You mean Coco??" you ask grinning at the kitten slipping on his hoodie's shoulder pocket, that he personally stitched on for the brown kitten, who was napping peacefully in it..

Soweong playfully rolled his eyes and grinned, before pulling you in a kiss and kissing your lips and cheek, "..Nope...I mean you..You're right...you're beautiful...And I hope you see that soon...it will take time and I'm here for that..."

Diavolo

"...Wow...I...I look..I look beautiful..." You muttered as you sat in the vanity chair, you looked away from your reflection and pulled out the drawer to look for a certain necklace you always wore, it would be the perfect last finishing touch!

When your eyes were suddenly closed by a rather large yet soft pair of hands, "Herverlia??" you called out, touching the person's rather large hands, but you were proven wrong as this person's fingers did not have rings...

"..You're always wrong about this..but I'm happy you finally agree with me, you're gorgeous...Keep that in your mind..It may take time, but keep it in your mind Love.." You heard Diavolo's raspy and deep voice say as he removed his hands from your eyes, to give you the view of the vanity mirror where he was standing behind you..

his hair cut slightly shorter now as she grinned at you, his black sclera eyes focused on your face...as his hands clasped the necklace you were looking for...finally you were ready..

He leaned down and kissed you.. before offering a hand to you, looking at you through the mirror, "..Shall we, my dear? Lucifer will whine like a child if we're late~" he says offering a hand with a charming smile on his lips...You smiled and turned around to actually look at him, as you placed your hand in his..

"Yeah..."

Raemous

"...Wow...I...I look..I look beautiful..." You mumbled when you were suddenly pulled by an invisible rope and flipped upside down..luckily, you wore a hoodie and sweatpants..and you held the hoodie with your hands to stay down..or rather up in this situation??

"..Yeah, you're really hot bright-eyes~" Raemous grinned with his tongue between his lips...you sighed at his stupid nickname which seemed to make you smile for no reason..

Raemous only grinned and slightly bounced while you were upside down before giggling like a little child and kissing all over your face.. "Awwwhhh, my cute muffin, you're literally the creature of my dreams!!!" He said clinging to upside down face as he kissed it,

"..We should do the spiderman kiss from the royal palace's highest tower!! We'll literally be most people's bi panic couple!"

He said as he continued to ramble about whatever he thought..and it was getting slightly annoying, so you did the best thing to shut him up, you pulled him into a kiss and soon pulled away to finally enjoy some peace.

"..Woah brighteyes! The moment you discover you're gorgeous and amazing and hot, you become more dom...devil..Wow...sheesh...step on me!"

Oh dear...it will be another big day with handling a Raemous...

Rikurou Takahashi

"...Wow...I...I look..I look beautiful..." You muttered as you sat on the bed.. you smiled to yourself, and turned around hoping to find a empty only to find Rikurou...he seemed a bit out o it, maybe work was hard?

You smiled and crawled over to him and kissed his lips, and stroked his cheek with your knuckles, about to ask him about his day but he beat you by speaking first, "..You're right..." your hands stopped stroking his face and stayed around his face,

"...Huh?"

"..You're right about being beautiful..."

"..Oh..you heard me??"

"..Yeah..don't be bad...you're right...you're ethereal...and an angel in my eyes...I don't want you to ever feel any other way.." he mumbled as he snuggled his face against your hands, kissing them often as he looked up at you with love-filled eyes like you were a deity...

Wow..he knew how to make you feel better than you already...

Drazoron Huernew

"...Wow...I...I look..I look beautiful..." You mumbled out as you heard Drazoron hum in agreement, you turn around surprised he'd agree...not like he wouldn't, he loved you, he wasn't an asshole...not to you at-least, but it still surprised you that you moved form the friend-zone area into his heart like a little worm in a apple.....

"..Wow..you agree,?! That's surprising~" this made him smile as he looked up at you from his cup of blue-jade tea...he grinned as he nodded,

"..Yeah, you look beautiful, as always..you always look beautiful than those losers, we call our classmates-", "DRAZORON!"

he grinned as he took another sip of the tea, making you sigh cause of-course Drazoron would say something like that///he loved his classmates, but he won't ever admit that...maybe you can be selfish and agree with him this one time, cause hey! Who wouldn't want to be loved by Drazoron???

© All three characters belong to me, Lxdymoon, Aurelia, Moon, Cerine. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for ready and if you like this check out my blog!

@macrylys @histxricaldrama @nyrwve @dxmoness @bertry3 @lombxrdi @achy-boo @honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe love you all!!!

[parvulous-writings]

I have several questions about your BG3 ocs again! I'm still curious!

What are Renton Hillmane, Thornbrooke, Markus Bluebrook, and Ilvon Leafgrace's sexualities/sexual presences?

How are their families & friends like?

Romantic partners if they had any or are any of them dating anyone?

Fears/Phobias?

Best traits?

Worst traits?

Secrets whether it's something they would never admit or only if they truly trust someone enough to tell?

Would you accept x gn reader requests for your ocs that I asked about? Only if you don't mind of course! Thanks! - Fluff anon

Notes: Anon.. I would Love to write requests for these characters! I've always wanted to write for my ocs, but I'm often nervous to - the only person I know (besides now yourself) who enjoys these is my best friend!! So I only have limited pictures of these characters, so I'll save them for if/when there are full oneshots! Thank you to @rey-is-not-a-skywalker for some help with some parts (both whilst writing this, and in the past!) My requests are currently open, though limited! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too!

Renton

Renton is bisexual - when he left the family farm at the start of his adventure he identified as straight, but after travelling with the companions after the Nautiloid, he discovers that he is in fact bisexual.

He comes from a family of two; himself, and his father - if you don't count the abundance of animals on the farm. His mother died when he was very, very young. Renton and his father are very close, and his father (Acton) is the one who encouraged Renton to seek out adventure in the wider world, so that he could be sure in the decision to stay on the Hillmane farm.

Canonically, Renton is in a relationship with Gale, and this is his first relationship (and also his queer awakening).

Renton is scared of most monsters; so the beginning of the adventure is quite difficult for him, as he often gets frozen in fear. This also, unfortunately, extends to Astarion. This poor man is absolutely terrified of Astarion when he finds out he's a vampire. The first time he sees a Beholder he is screeching like nothing on earth. He also doesn't like balloons (including hot air balloons.)

His best trait, without a doubt, is his optimism - one of the few ways that his naivety serves him well. No matter what he's faced with, he always manages to find a way to think on the bright side, no matter how bleak the situation is. His worst trait is probably his stubbornness; back home, there was no problem that couldn't be solved with a bit of elbow grease, and it takes a long time to try and get over that idea when he's travelling.

He sometimes serenades himself in the mirror when he's feeling or looking good. They also will put on mini shows for themselves as if they're at a concert - he does an amazing rendition of Song of Balduran when he learns it.

Micheal

Micheal is pansexual; the gender of his partner is of little relevance to him, what matters more is the connection he has with them. He's had quite a few flings in the past whilst on the road, but he feels little shame about it, he's very comfortable in himself.

Micheal comes from a large immediate family - and also views a lot of his close neighbours as family too! He has his mother and father, and his three younger brothers, all of whom he loved very much (despite the youngest of those three brothers being only a baby when he left.) His mother and father are both half-elves, so he and his brothers are as well.

Canonically, Micheal courts Shadowheart, finding himself most drawn to her out of all the companions he travels with; this being said, however, his partners have been of all classes, creeds and races, there's not really any pattern - he just wants someone he can bond with and feel close to.

Micheal's biggest fears are being forgotten by his family, and becoming like those he has sworn to take down - the men who take things too far, kill too often. He's often grappling with the line between man, and monster - and whether he's crossed that line, despite fighting for the good of the world.

His best trait is his loyalty; it's not that he's loyal to a fault, but he's loyal until he knows that there is reason not to be. He looks for the good in people, and tries to bring it out of them as well. His worst trait is probably the fact that he pushes himself far too much; he puts others before him so much that he doesn't always take care of himself properly. He also has a temper - which although he is difficult to anger, can get out of hand if he does lose his cool.

His biggest secret probably is the fact that his family were once slaves; he himself was never one, but whilst it is a point of pride to be a freeman, in his father's eyes, Micheal rarely ever talks about it, unless he's deciding to be more open with someone that he really trusts.

Markus

Markus has a slight preference for men when it comes to his love life, but wouldn't refuse someone if he felt a connection with someone else. He doesn't exactly use labels, letting his heart wander wherever it desires.

Markus' family is long gone, and he refuses to speak on them. When pushed, he'll reply with; "Silvanus is my father, and nature is my mother. Speak no more of this to me - you know me, and I believe that is all that matters." He is, of course, close friends with Ilvon as well, who acts like a quasi-big brother to him. He was also the 'ward' of Laenna (as previously mentioned) up until their separation.

Markus doesn't have a current romantic partner - and in fairness, he's still very sour and struggling to sift through his own emotions in regards to the shadow curse. Much like Halsin, he'll probably search for a partner after the curse has been lifted.

Markus' biggest fear is being unable to see his home in it's former glory - free of the Shadow curse, and thriving in harmony with nature. It's a plague of a thought, but it's never far from his mind.

His best trait is probably his ability to lead; he's headstrong and confident, which helps him to corrale Harpers, Druids, and others alike when it comes to eventually storming Moonrise Towers. His worst trait is without a doubt his temper; it's unruly and he struggles to keep it under control.

(If the shadowcurse is lifted) He keeps Laenna's shadow-vestige in a small, protective case, labelled with a plaque that reads "The night is darkest before the dawn. May the Morninglord give us strength to see it through." In remembrance of her, and her duty to Lathander.

Ilvon

Ilvon is a man who puts emotional connection above physical appearance when it comes to his relationships; he also, like Markus, doesn't really use labels. He's very free when it comes to love and relationships.

Ilvon left his family to pursue the life of a druid, and hasn't had much contact with them since. He still sends letters to his family, but doesn't receive any replies. He doesn't mind, though, he accepts that his desertion of his family may weigh heavily on them.

Ilvon also doesn't have any romantic partners at the current time; he hasn't managed to form that connection with anyone at Last Light; but he has had a few relationships in the past, which varied in length and partner. He typically gravitates to more open minded people than anyone else, since they seem to accept him and his lifestyle more than most others.

Ilvon is scared of the dark. If there's minimal light he can just about manage, but if there's no light then he's hit with a paralysing fear that makes his chest feel very tight - he's also afraid of heights. He can kind of get over it by not looking down, though!

His best trait is his patience - he has an abundance of it! He's the perfect mentor for unruly children in this regard, always making sure to treat them with kindness, no matter what they through his way. It also gives him the ability to sit for long periods of time - such as whilst hunting or waiting to attack an enemy. His worst trait is probably the fact that he doesn't always know how to assert himself in certain situations. He focuses a lot on being kind, and sometimes accepts workloads that over-burden him, when he should have just said no, but couldn't bring himself to.

He doodles little pictures of his friends, or animals, from time to time - though if caught or asked about it, he will utterly deny it. He's self-conscious of his artwork and mostly only does it to keep himself occupied, and entertain himself.

[rlms6anddanie]

Take some wild guesses on what kind of ppl my OCS are

[faintrustle]

He is young and naive, yet undeniably handsome

[saffron-rays]

Nightmare

HC: even though he doesn’t require sleep, if tav is human, Astarion picks up the habit as a means to spend as much time with them as possible… since humans have one of the shortest life spans of all the races in Faerûn.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

The Hands That Hold You

Yandere Assasin Harem x Oblivious Fem Reader

TW: Somniaphilia, uncomfortable themes, yandere, stalking, mention of size difference, potential of being held captive, cunninglingus, smut, etc

The town of Rellikhold, a peaceful town filled with quirky citizens. Each with a mysterious past and lack of warmth. And you had received a special invitation by the government to live in this new town! Aren’t you lucky?

Poor little you had no clue that this town was filled with ex-contract killers who’ve never felt warmth nor kindness in their life… they were all a moth to your flame. Each one wanting to stake a claim on you, even if it was at the expense of another’s life. You belonged to them.

Callum: Scotland (Florist)

Callum is a massive man with a soft yet muscular build. He has a thick red beard that he keeps trimmed and a mustache he keeps curled up. Callum also has red chest hair and arm hair (the curtains definitely match the drapes). He is 35 years old and a retired sniper. Callum has a heavy Scottish accent and he’s the warmest of the villagers.

This big, muscular red head was shocked when you waltzed into his shop. You were so small and your steps were so clumsy like a newborn fawn. Yet it was your eyes that caught his attention. He’s never seen someone’s eyes filled with such innocence. It intrigued him.

Callum is easily flustered with from your bright smile and warm personality. Yet he can’t help the intrigue he felt from your arrival. From one glance, he knew you were just a regular civilian… what on earth were you doing here? This place was so dangerous.

Yet you’re oblivious to everyone’s past and treat him no differently from a regular man! Your interest in his flowers warm his heart… Callum is immediately taken to you. You’re so cute and you’d fit so perfectly in his arms… he’s never felt this way before.

Callum often looks forward to your visits to his shop. The red head often reorganizes the flowers just to make sure they’re to your liking! Callum always makes sure his beard is well trimmed and his long curls are pulled up into a bun. He has to look presentable for his little lady!

Often lingers around you like a shadow when you’re in the shop. Callum would lose his marbles if you ever came into his shop with a visible wound or bruise. He’s extremely obsessed with your well being.

Callum often offers you his jacket and holds doors open for you, he’s a total gentleman. A gentleman who believes you’re his. He sees no other logical explanation on why you visit him so often. You have to have a crush on him, right?! Don’t worry… he doesn’t mind that you’re shy. He has no trouble taking the lead.

It will take a total of four months until he’s trying to be more physically affectionate towards you. Callum believes the two of you are dating. His large, calloused hands often brush against yours or he’ll grab your waist to steer you in another direction. He cannot get over the size difference.

You’ll often have free bouquets delivered to your house with cute hand written notes. Which are often accompanied by Gaelic terms of endearment. “M’eudail. Mo chridhe. Etc.”

And if Callum ever spots you with one of ten other villagers? His stabs at affection take a turn to be more bold. In his mind, you’re trying to make him jealous… not to worry! Callum will give you more of his time! Whatever you want, he will give you! Even the heads of your enemies neatly arranged in a bouquet.

Callum I willing to do anything to keep you happy and satisfied. He’s the least selfish of the others. If you want to have a sexual relationship with him, he’d be more than happy to oblige!

Callum will have you bent over every surface and even his shop (with the curtains pulled down of course). Just so he can stuff you with his thick fingers and fat cock. He’s extremely giving and he’s more than happy to perform cunninglingus on you.

One day, you went into his shop and were filled with such fright, it made his heart ache!

“What are you so scared for, m’eudail?” Callum husky voice asked. The large man made his way over to your disheveled form. “Has someone frightened you?”

Callum bent down to your level and held your cheeks in his palms. His thumbs brushed a few tears from your cheeks as he shushed you.

“It’s okay, mo chridhe. I’ll keep you safe.”

Günter: Germany (Police Officer)

A tall, muscular blonde riddled in scars from head to toe. His blonde hair is always cut in a military cut and he’s extremely stoic. No one can ever tell what he’s thinking and he hardly speaks. Günter is Char’s identical twin brother and also an ex bounty hunter. The pair are both 29 years old and very feared members in the community from their reputation.

Günter was extremely wary of you at first. He isn’t used to people taking notice of someone like him or being warm to him.

Günter is extremely stiff when you interact with him. He often glances the other way if you stare at him with your pretty eyes for too long. He’s unsure of why his heart flutters whenever you’re around. Günter has never been in a relationship in his entire life. He’s so awkward and quiet around you, but his stoic expression never shows it.

You once grabbed his hand when you tripped and Günter swore he was electrocuted. He was quick to help you up onto your feet as he silently checked you over. His heart thrummed in his chest when you gave him such a sweet, grateful smile. It’s how Günter realized he’s smitten with you.

Günter often offered to walk you home to keep you safe. He’s the least delusional of the others and a rather lucid yandere. He is aware of the difference of reality and his fantasies. Which is why he will never act upon them on you. Everyone else is free game.

If someone upsets you even the slightest bit, they are instantly on his shit list. And if they make you cry or try to harm you? They’re as good as dead. He’s the town’s cop and the most prolific killer of them, so what can they do to stop him?

Günter is very aware of the others’ twisted feelings towards you, especially Char’s. He often hides around the corner as he watches his sister wash your hair. He’s a bit jealous of the intimacy, but he knows better than to be greedy. He’s a cop, not a hairdresser.

He’s usually quite silent but he often shows you his soft side. Soft smiles and tender touches. Günter is incredibly gentle despite his massive height.

Günter would be over the moon if you wanted a relationship of any kind with him! If it’s sexual, you sadly won’t be doing much walking. Günter tries his best to be gentle, but he soon finds himself blowing your back out while he whispers German pet names in your ears.

Günter also secretly has a breeding kink so keep an eye on him. If he’s in the heat of the moment, he will whisper his darkest desires in your ear. Of how he wants you round and fat with his kids with a ring on your finger.

And Günter will not share. So don’t even think about sleeping with anyone other than him or he will make several attempts to baby trap you.

“Meine Liebe, why do you cry?” Günter asked you softly with a frown. The police officer sat beside you on the park bench, his muscular arms now wrapped around you in a hug. “You know you can tell me anything… did someone make you upset?”

You just rest your head on his chest which made Günter melt into a puddle. He’s quick to scoop you up into his arms. “Do you want to head to my home, meine liebes Mädchen? It’s getting dark out and it can get dangerous at night.”

And the instant you nod your head, you’re swept off your feet in a bridal carry. His normally stoic face now had a small smile on it.

Finally… you were finally coming home where you belonged.

Wan: China (Photographer)

Wan is an average height man of Chinese descent. He’s quite feminine appearance wise, but don’t like that fool you. He’s one of the most dominant of the villagers.

Wan typically keeps to himself. Hes not as massive or intimidating as the other men. His long black hair is typically pulled back into a braid and he usually roams the village’s park or beach.

Wan is a bit shocked when he first met you since he can tell off the bat that you’re a regular civilian. Did the government send you as some sort of social experiment to see if their retirement was successful? To see if a group of ex- bounty hunters can integrate into society without a hitch? How peculiar.

Wan often trailed you home to see if you had any attachments to any governments. He didn’t want a government spy ruining his idyllic life and he was not afraid to eliminate you if that were the case… but you were clean! Annoyingly so.

You had simple hobbies and a permanent smile on your face. You were friendly and warm like a dog… like a pet. It made Wan’s mind wander to more promiscuous thoughts. Would you enjoy a collar and a leash while he dominated every aspect of your life? Perhaps you would since you always greeted him with such a warm smile and baked goods. You must have some sort of attraction to him, right? Why else would you bake for an acquaintance so often? (Wan had no clue you did for all of your friends).

Wan often invited you out for walks with him on the beach while he snaps photographs. It’s when you accidentally enter one of his shots that turn his whole world upside down. How could someone be so beautiful?

Wan started to snap photos of you smiling and dancing when in his company but it wasn’t enough. These simple photographs simply wouldn’t do for him anymore.

What started off as innocent photography took a quick, dark turn into obsession.

Wan began to slip behind you in the shadows to follow you everywhere. Whether you were simply enjoying a meal or beverage, or even sleeping, Wan captured it all behind his lens. Wan wanted more! More. More. More. More!!

His photography room was now covered in photos of you. There was not a single empty space left of the wall or ceiling that wasn’t adorned with your being. His darkroom still had thousands of photos developing as well. Wan simply couldn’t get enough.

When Wan found out there were others, he was extremely upset. What on earth did you see in Callum or Günter? They weren’t nearly as impressive as him! Wan was slim and far more flexible. Wan could bend your body in ways it’s never been before.

Wan often snuck into your room to lay beside you. To inhale your scent and to caress your soft, pliable body. Would you freak out if you woke up to see him or would you submit to his desires? This risqué game of his never grew tiring…

If you begin a sexual relationship with Wan, he’s incredibly rough. He has incredibly sadistic tendencies such as pulling hair, choking, licking up your tears, and harsh spankings… but he will talk you through it.

Slender fingers stroked your cheeks as you slept soundly. Wan smiled at how unaware of your surroundings you were. How could someone be so cute?

“Lǎopó, you’re so precious…” Wan bent forward and tenderly pressed his lips against yours. In his eyes, you were his lover. His and no one else’s. “I just want you to be my beloved pet, bǎobèi.”

Wan pulled your covers over your shoulders and over his body while he spooned you. This was the only time you were all his and no one else’s… and that’s the way he preferred it to be.

Amari: Thailand (Musician)

Amari is an amab individual but prefers to go by they/them. The twenty four year old often enchant others with their ethereal beauty. They have sun kissed skin and long black hair that frames a symmetrical face, one would think they were carved by the gods themselves. Yet Amari is partially blind due to their final assignment so they were forced into an early retirement compared to the others. Yet they pretend they’re fully blind to appear weaker to the others. They’re one of the most dangerous of the villagers due to their unpredictable mannerisms.

Amari can often be found in Belladonna’s restaurant playing the khene. Their mystic melody is as intriguing as they are which often captivates their audience.

Amari is incredibly shy and will be startled at first if you talk to them. Yet they’re eager for the companionship. Amari is the easiest to get close to compared to the others due to their young age. If you compliment them, they’re completely enraptured by you. You think they’re beautiful?! You love their music? Amari cannot get enough of praise.

Amari often trails after you like a lost puppy. They will often play the ‘helpless blind’ card just so they can hold your hand. They can’t get enough of how soft you are. Oh what they wouldn’t give to be able to see you… there was not a doubt in their mind that you were lovely.

Amari will play their khene for you and sometimes they’ll even sing. They’re your own personal song bird! They’re willing to perform any song for you so long as you eagerly listen to them just like they eagerly wait for your praise!

Amari will want to spend every breathing moment by your side. They’re stuck to you like velcro and unmovable. Suffocatingly clingy due to them never receiving warmth, Amari cannot get enough of your sweetness. They want you all to themselves.

They cannot stand you giving your attention and affection to the others. Look at them! Listen to their music, you said it was lovely! Just be theirs! Please. Please. Please. Please.

Amari will pathetically beg for your love on their hands and knees. They will use every card in their deck to manipulate you into their hands. They will not share and they will not surrender you.

No matter how puppy like they are to you, they’re a monster the others will not go near. Being involved with them is like being trapped in a spider’s web. You were doomed from the first interaction.

They’re one of the only ones who will stoop low enough to take advantage of you in your sleep (besides Wan). Their mouth is always buried between your legs as you sleep completely unaware of their efforts to get you used to them. They can’t get enough of how sweet you taste. Of how your body contorts and your toes curl in pleasure. Sometimes if the moonlight hits your face just right, they can see your face. And they make sure to burn that image in their memory forever. Oh what they would give for you to know it was them.

Amari pressed kisses up and down your thighs as your back arches in pleasure. So beautiful… so unaware. You’re just like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web.

“I love you…” Amari whispered against your skin, the assassin ran a tanned hand through their long locks in an attempt to reel themselves in. It was easy for them to get lost in the moment, but they needed to be patient. “And I know you love me too.”

Amari pulls themselves away from in between your legs and rests their head on your stomach. A soft hum escaped their thin lips in thought. It was such a beautiful night and they were happy to spend it with you.

Char: Germany (Hair Dresser)

Char is Günter’s identical twin and they couldn’t be more similar if they try. It’s easy to confuse one for the other since Char looks incredibly masculine. The only difference is their placements of scars and her blonde hair is just a little bit longer.

It takes awhile to earn Char’s friendship. She’s quite self conscious of herself since she looks so much like a man. Compliments will win her over and make her blush. She’s quite fond of being called handsome or beautiful.

She enjoys washing and trimming your hair for you. She cannot get over how soft your hair feels between her fingers…

It doesn’t take long for her to fall for you compared to her brother. She’s another sucker for praise, but she gives praise even more. Char is the queen of pet names.

Char is incredibly protective of you, just like Günter. The difference between them is that Char collects little keepsakes from you. Oh yes, she has a shrine dedicated completely to you.

Char is obsessed with you. She collects the trimmings of your hair and any utensils you had used in her salon. She tells herself it’s to keep herself from acting on her impulses, but that’s a lie. She’s simply obsessed with you.

If you ever vent to her about any one in the village, especially new comers, she will get rid of them for you personally. Typically in a rather brutal fashion. Anyone who upsets you simply doesn’t deserve to live.

If you’re ever curious about her past, she will tell you. She’s the least secretive and the most honest. Char will even admit about her shrine of you if you ask. She wants to be an open book that you can read at anytime. Trust her.

Char will often flee to the back room of her salon if she gets a bit too riled up from her interactions with you. If you follow her to the back because you’re worried, there’s no guarantee she won’t have you bent over the break room table with her lips eagerly pressed against yours and her fingers yanking at the waist band of your pants.

Out of everyone, Char is the most obsessed with your pleasure. She’s incredibly giving. It doesn’t matter the time or the location, if you’re a bit moody she will pull you into the nearest room and go to town. Be as loud as you want as she pushes your body to the point of overstimulation, she wants the others to know you’re hers.

“Meine Liebe…” Char whispered as she presses kisses all across your fear stricken face. An expression you always wore due to how passionate of a lover Char was. “I’m sorry I got carried away again.”

You nuzzled into your lover, who only peppered you with more kisses. “Mein liebes Haustier, I love you so much… how about you just stay in mein arms forever?”

Belladonna: French (Chef)

Belladonna was once a renowned poison specialist, hence her name. She’s a tall, slender twenty nine year old woman with fawn brown hair and sharp, feline like features. Belladonna is heartless and cold, just like the deadly poisons she once used. She’s a closeted lesbian and a very open misandrist.

Belladonna is the owner and head chef at Le Jarden. She’s quite prideful of her cooking and she only prepares the best cuisine. Belladonna has a tendency to be quite pretentious and she’s very rude if your French isn’t adequate.

Belladonna does not like Ignacia, to others it looks like she singles out Ignacia a lot, but they have a very complicated past. Belladonna is incredibly critical of others and holds herself at the highest standard. She’s also quite the bully.

Belladonna will chase out male customers from her establishment. They are not allowed in Le Jarden, no matter who they are. (She often gets into arguments with Callum over his floral choices).

If you catch her attention, it’s because you stood up for Ignacia when Belladonna gave the poor woman a verbal beat down. Belladonna immediately takes your defiance as a challenge.

Belladonna will often pick verbal fights with you, but she’s intrigued by you. You were a regular civilian and yet you stood up to her of all people? You had some guts. Plus, you still tried to be kind to her. It frustrated the chef to no end. Belladonna always feels conflicted when it comes to you.

Belladonna’s words often cut like a knife but you’re surprisingly quick witted with your comebacks. She enjoys the back and forth. To her, it’s like a game. And Belladonna wanted to win.

Her hostility increases the more she interacts with you since Belladonna has never experienced feelings of this magnitude before. Belladonna could not differentiate between love and hate. You confused her and made her mind in constant disarray…

You’re sweet to the point you make her teeth rot and she hates it… or at least she tells herself that.

Belladonna hates when you interact with the others! Especially the men (and Amari). She’s much better than them- wait… why did she care so much about what you did?

Your once pleasant words soon become sour whenever she enters your peripheral. You no longer try to smile or wave at her, only scowl. It confused her even more. Why did she care whether you liked her or not? You were just a civilian… right?

You eventually snap sense into her when you tell her you despise her. You… hate her? No… she didn’t want to be hated! No. No. No.

Belladonna loses her mind when you constantly reject her. You won’t come to her restaurant and you won’t accept the many, many bouquets she leaves on your doorstep. Why won’t you forgive her? She never apologizes, so she truly means she’s sorry. Please forgive her, she can be soft. She can be soft.

She will kiss you until your lips are swollen and bruised. Until your lungs are nearly out of air and you’re breathless. Belladonna could be your oxygen! Your reason for being! She can do everything the others do, if not more! She has access to various poisons and other plants, some that could take you to pleasures of immeasurable heights! Just let her worship you…

Belladonna will go to extreme measures if you continue to ignore her desperate attempts at reconciliation. And that includes poisoning you so that you’re briefly paralyzed.

Belladonna’s slender hands hold your cheeks as she quietly sobs from above your still form. She knows you’re afraid, but this was your fault! You pushed her to do this!

“All you had to do was forgive me… Je t'adore. Je ne voulais pas te faire de mal…” Belladonna slipped into her first language while the waterworks began. She was so conflicted and confused. Her new feelings were overwhelming and concerning. Belladonna was usually level headed, but when it came to you? She was a dumpster fire.

Belladonna pressed her forehead against yours, her tears now mixed with yours into a long stream down your face.

“Je n'ai jamais ressenti ça auparavant, mais je suis sûr que je t'aime. Je t'aime tellement, ça me rend fou.”

Ignacia: Nicaragua (Writer)

Ignacia always wears a steel mask over her face and completely covers her body. No one knows what she looks like under there and she prefers to keep it that way… she was a twenty seven year old bomb specialist. At least until the accident. Her entire body is now covered in third degree burns. She is no longer beautiful so she hides herself away in order not to scare anyone. Her accident landed her in an early retirement as well.

Ignacia is biromantic and asexual. She’s always been more interested in books than people. Fictional characters comfort her more than real people.

A few years ago, she had a mission to take down a French politician and ended up destroying Belladonna’s secret hide out. Which is why Belladonna despises her. Ignacia isn’t too bothered by it though since she’s the one who received the worse end of it,

Her English isn’t the best so she rarely speaks. She often observes others from the corner of every room. Through the various interactions she observes, Ignacia created a fictional world for her characters in her stories. It was an escape from her harsh reality in the real world…

She’s so shy when you come up to her. Don’t you know she’s a beast under this mask? That she’s not as picturesque as the others?

Yet your kindness makes her knees turn to jelly and her heart leap in her chest in hopes it will escape its prison made of bones. Perhaps you were her chance at real life romance rather than the comforts of the printed texts in her books?

Ignacia is delusional. She overthinks every interaction you have with her. If you touch her hand on accident, she believes it’s because you’re shy! She’s shy too! If you compliment her eyes, she will try to wear masks that show off her eyes more. She’s so ecstatic that she shakes whenever she receives words of praise from you. It’s so exciting! Ignacia is living out a fairy tale romance!!

Ignacia began to build a perfect image of you in her head. To her, you were the perfect princess in a fairy tale book and she was the knight that would save you from the monsters (the other villagers). You were kind and sweet, the kind that needed to be locked away so nothing could harm you.

Ignacia begins to decorate your future home with her! She will ask more questions and bout your hobbies and interests so she can make it all perfect for you! She will incorporate your favorite colors and themes just to make it into your dream space! A pretty cage for her pretty princess!

Ignacia simply wants to keep you safe from harm. She doesn’t want you to ever injure or harm yourself. Her carelessness had landed her in her own predicament and she wouldn’t dare let you suffer the same fate. Ignacia was your knight in shining armor!

“Buenos díaz, mi amor!” Ignacia beamed at you while she handed you some breakfast. You were confused on your whereabouts, but Ignacia simply crinkled her eyes up from under her mask (she smiled). “Did you sleep well, mi princesa?”

“Ignacia? Where am I-“

“¡Estás en casa! !Donde perteneces!” Ignacia giggled as she affectionately pressed her mask into your cheek. Home? What did she mean by home? “Estás a salvo aquí, mi princesa. Para siempre.”

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Sweet yanderes who are so gentle with their darlings, handling them like they’re made of glass. They never raise their voice and hold their darling like they’ll break under the slightest pressure, terrified of harming their darling in any way.

Sweet yanderes who can be a bit overwhelming, always doing everything for their darling and making sure their always within eyeshot of them. They just don’t want their darling to strain themselves, is that so bad? Their darling won’t have to lift a finger as long as they’re around!

Sweet yanderes who would never hurt their darling, no matter how much they acted out. Yanderes who rely on rewards rather than punishment, giving their darling more privileges the longer they behave.

Sweet yanderes who want nothing more than to keep their darling safe. Sure, they kidnapped them and took away most of their freedom, but it was for their own good! They can’t have their darling being hurt and corrupted by the cruelty of the outside world, it would destroy them!

Sweet yanderes who make their darling as comfortable as possible as a way to make up for their lost freedoms. They’ll buy all their darlings favorite things, nab all of their comfort items just to keep them happy. They know what they’ve done is upsetting but eventually, if they keep treating their darling well, they’ll see that it was for the best. They have all they need where they are anyways!

Sweet yanderes whose hearts break a little more every time their darling tries to escape or lash out. Why can’t they see that this is for the best? Aren’t they doing enough to keep their darling happy? Yanderes who work even harder to keep their darlings satisfied, doing anything and everything they ask (except for letting them go).

Sweet yanderes who would and do murder anyone standing in between them and their darling without regret, brutalizing their victim until the body’s almost unrecognizable. Yanderes who make sure their darling never finds out about what they’ve done, too afraid of scaring their darling even more than they already are.

Sweet yanderes who remind their darling how much they love them every day, gently kissing them on the forehead while snuggling up to them. It’ll all be ok in the end, they just need to give their darling a little time to adjust, eventually they’ll be living happily ever after, just the two of them.

Forever.

The sweet yanderes: MICAH, Rain, Stella, REN, Leo (kinda), GWEN, Ivy

[ryuzakemo128]

Original Characters Headcanons Part 1

Author's Note: These are the original characters I will be using for my original writing from time to time. If you want to request headcanons for any of them feel free to do so.

Masterlist 01

Masterlist 02

[Part 2] - Coming soon

Tara

She comes from a long line of ancient witches who were hunted in the time of the Witch Trials.

Merlin is her raven familiar who can speak, and he's been with her since she was a child.

Her powers are unpredictable, often manifesting in unexpected ways.

Her powers came on her thirteenth birthday, and she almost burned down the house trying to control them.

She lives in a cottage on the outskirts of town, hidden away from prying eyes.

She has a deep love for nature and animals, which is reflected in her magical abilities.

Her favorite spell is one that allows her to communicate with animals, and she often spends her days conversing with the local wildlife.

She has a scar on her left arm from when she accidentally transformed into a hawk during a botched spell.

She's self-taught, relying on old grimoires and her own instincts to hone her craft.

She takes care of animals like geese, ducks, quails, chickens, cats, and dogs at her home.

She has a greenhouse and a garden where she grows herbs and vegetables.

She is careful not to reveal her true identity to anyone, as she knows that it could put her in danger.

Her favorite color is green, which symbolizes growth, renewal, and nature.

Her raven familiar, Merlin, is her closest confidante and advisor.

Samantha

Samantha is a witch who lives in a quaint little cottage in the woods. She inherited her powers from her grandmother, who was also a witch.

She has an affinity for potions and brews magical elixirs that she sells to local shops in the nearby town.

She has a pet rabbit named Peter Cottontail who has the unique ability to turn invisible when scared.

Her favorite time of year is autumn, when the leaves change color and the air is crisp. She loves brewing potions that capture the essence of the season.

Her cottage is adorned with candles, herbs, and crystals, creating a cozy and magical atmosphere.

She has a large collection of rare grimoires that she uses for research and reference.

Her favorite spell to perform is one that can make people laugh uncontrollably.

She spends her weekends volunteering at the local animal shelter, where she helps find homes for abandoned animals.

Amelia

A fae princess, Amelia, has a pet fox named Loki.

She also specializes in healing magic, which she uses to help her people.

Her cottage is surrounded by a lush, magical forest that is home to all manner of enchanted creatures.

She has long, flowing hair the color of sunlight on leaves, and her eyes are the shade of moss.

Amelia loves music and often plays a small harp made from enchanted wood.

Her favorite time of year is the summer solstice, when the fae realm is at its most vibrant and alive.

She is known for her gentle nature and kind heart, often going out of her way to help those in need.

Despite her royal status, she prefers simple clothing made from natural fabrics like linen and wool.

Lily

Lily is a mermaid who lives in a secluded lagoon deep within the ocean. Her cottage is made entirely of coral and seaweed, blending seamlessly into its underwater surroundings.

She has the ability to control water, which she uses to communicate with other sea creatures and navigate through the ocean.

Her long, flowing hair is the color of the deepest blue sea and cascades down her back like a waterfall.

She spends her days swimming among the schools of fish and playing with dolphins in the lagoon.

Her favorite pastime is composing hauntingly beautiful melodies on her enchanted conch shell, which echo throughout the ocean.

She has a pet seahorse named Neptune who can change colors to blend in with his surroundings.

Lily's cottage is adorned with shells, pearls, and other sea treasures she has collected over the years.

Despite her solitary life, she is content and at peace with herself, enjoying the simple beauty of the ocean and its inhabitants.

Marianna

A incredibly wealthy fae, Marianna, has an affinity for glamour and beauty. She possesses an enchanting voice that can mesmerize anyone within hearing distance. Despite her love for luxury, she is deeply concerned about the environment and often uses her influence to promote sustainable practices.

She crafts her own clothes and accessories using rare fabrics and precious gemstones, which often catch the eye of even the most experienced fashionistas. Her home is a testament to her exquisite taste, filled with priceless artwork and antiques from around the world.

Marianna is known for her philanthropic efforts, often donating large sums of money to various causes. However, she remains somewhat reclusive, preferring to avoid the spotlight and maintain her privacy. Despite this, she is deeply loved and respected by those who know her.

She lives in a large estate on the outskirts of the fae realm, surrounded by lush gardens and a stunning natural landscape. The estate is guarded by powerful magical creatures, ensuring that Marianna remains safe and secure at all times.

She has several pet cats , all of which are magical in their own right, and spends much of her free time reading or practicing her musical talents on the harp. Despite her many luxuries, Marianna remains grounded and humble, always aware of the responsibilities that come with her immense wealth and power.

She has an alchemist laboratory hidden deep within her home, where she spends countless hours experimenting with new potions and elixirs. Her knowledge of magical substances is unmatched, and she often uses her expertise to create new spells and enchantments for friends and allies.

Jasper

Jasper is a powerful and respected vampire, known for his wisdom and diplomacy. He has held numerous positions of authority within the vampire community, always striving to maintain peace and stability. He is deeply concerned about the balance between the supernatural and human worlds.

Jasper possesses an air of regal elegance, which is amplified by his ageless beauty. He is fluent in several languages and has a vast knowledge of history, politics, and culture. He is often sought after for advice by both vampires and humans alike.

Jasper is committed to promoting tolerance and understanding between the various supernatural races. He frequently hosts gatherings at his luxurious estate, where representatives from different factions can come together to discuss issues of mutual concern. Despite his age and experience, Jasper remains open-minded and adaptable, always willing to learn from others.

Jasper lives in castle along with his male lovers, all of whom are also vampires. The castle is situated on a hill overlooking a small village, and its towers and turrets are adorned with stained glass windows that cast a kaleidoscope of colors throughout the castle's interior.

Jasper is an avid collector of art and rare books, which fill the castle's numerous rooms and corridors. He has a particular fondness for ancient manuscripts and illuminated texts, which he studies extensively in his private library. Despite his passion for knowledge, Jasper is also known for his love of music and dance, often hosting extravagant balls in the castle's grand ballroom.

Jasper is a talented musician himself, playing the violin with a virtuosity that rivals even the most accomplished human performers. He also has a secret garden on the castle grounds, where he spends hours lost in thought or composing new melodies. Despite his many responsibilities, Jasper remains dedicated to the pursuit of beauty and creativity, both in his own life and in the world around him.

Ember

Ember is a vampire from Italy, known for her beauty and charm. She's been living for centuries, and her life is filled with intrigue and danger. Despite her immortality, she's haunted by memories of her human life and the love she lost.

Ember was a nurse, caring for the sick and injured during World War II. She met a handsome soldier named Lorenzo, who captured her heart. They fell deeply in love, but their happiness was short-lived. Lorenzo was killed in action, and Ember's grief turned her into a vampire.

Now, Ember wanders the world, searching for meaning in her immortal existence. She avoids other vampires, preferring the company of humans whom she can control without resorting to violence. Ember's beauty and allure make it easy for her to blend in with society, but she remains an outsider, always looking in.

She became a chef for humans in the late 1980s, opening a restaurant called "Blood and Roses." The menu features dishes with a twist, incorporating ingredients like garlic and sunlight into the recipes. Her culinary skills are matched only by her ability to manipulate people with her words and actions. Despite her best efforts, Ember can't escape the loneliness that comes with her immortality.

She currently lives in a renaissance era mansion that was in her family for generations, located in the heart of Florence. The mansion is filled with priceless art and antiques, but it's also a prison for Ember. She longs to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin and the touch of a loved one. Her existence is a constant reminder of the love she lost and the life she can never have again.

[rxmye]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌 — you might hate him, but he couldn't be more happy that you feel for him at all . . .

KINKTOBER — OVERSTIMULATION / SUB!YANDERE gender neutral reader . . .

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: Jumpstarting Kinktober strongly by bullying Elliot <3

Elliot lets out a choked sob, his voice cracking as the burn of overstimulation threatens to overwhelm him. Tears prick the corners of his hazel eyes, wetting his lashes but not falling.

Sweat trickles down his forehead, his body drenched in cold sweat, yet all he could focus on is the way your hands wrap around his cock—how he fits so perfectly in your hands . .

He's truly blessed, the last two hours had been spent with him being in a pure state of Euphoria, underneath you, coming undone in your skilled—cruel—experienced hands.

Your touch was like a drug, and each harsh blow, each cut, bruise, bite mark, and more, was a high he could never forget, or erase, everything you did to him was embedded in his sick mind, his body was stained with you—and as his mind blanked—he couldn't help but wonder if heaven would ever come close to comparing . . with this.

He let out a strained half-moan half-scream, his head falling back as your movements grew harsher, he didn't bother voicing his complaints or pleas of slowing down, after all he's your servant and your his ruler, he's thankful for anything you provide, for even being touched by you.

His thighs quiver, the burning ache growing as he feels an impending orgasm, a loud squeal escapes his mouth as you flick his tip, the harsh pain to his sensitive skin overwhelms him and pushes him over the edge, hot tears spill from his eyes as stars cloud his vision.

He doesn't even realize he's drooling, or crying, as his body falls back on the headboard.

"Hah—", his breathes come out heavy, as he tries to control his body, another squeal escapes his mouth as you touch him once more, continuing your harsh speed, yet all he did was bite down on his lips, silencing his inhumane noises . . letting you do whatever you craved, he was at your mercy.

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

[astroisonline]

I shouldve posted some of these actually ermm

[parvulous-writings]

I have several questions about your BG3 ocs! They seem interesting!

How does Renton Hillmane, Micheal Thornbrooke, Markus Bluebrook, and Ilvon Leafgrace look like?

Any fun facts about all of them?

Likes & dislikes?

Hobbies/Interests?

Hidden depths? Thanks! - Fluff anon

Note: You best believe I made the most excited screech when I saw this in my inbox!! I'll go through each question in turn, with each character you've asked for, fluff anon! Some of them I do have actual in-game pictures of, others I've only got from the character creator, as I'm running out of space for runs! I'll try not to go on too much about each of them... I could yap for hours to be honest

Renton Hillmane

Renton is a human in his early twenties, and has never left the farm that has been in his family for 4 generations. Due to the physical labour involved with farm work, he's very strong (with a stat of 16 STR in game, one lower than Karlach's STR) and also not that charismatic until much later in the adventure- the exact opposite of the typical bard. He plays the ocarina, and this was the only instrument he knew before going on the road (his abilities were later expanded, through means I may explain later and will be explored in depth in the fic!)

He's a fan of food!! He loves to eat - and try new food! He especially likes homemade food - bread, cakes and the like are a particular favourite! He doesn't like crowds, though. They amaze him for a while, especially from a distance, but being in them makes him incredibly nervous and jumpy; he's never really been around masses of people before.

Renton loves spending time with animals - especially Scratch! At times it's hard to separate the pair of them. Scratch reminds him of home, and gives him some much needed furry company. When it comes to more magical creatures (Such as the Owlbear cub, and Tara the Tressym), he's a lot more wary, but quickly warms to them.

To begin with, Renton is very naive, but he's fairly quick to learn not all is as it seems in the big wide world. That being said, he's still susceptible to some tricks. The adventure is also the first time Renton has ever questioned his sexual preferences and identity, having never needed to confront the idea before!

Micheal Thornbrooke

Micheal is a 48 year old half-elf, who took an Oath of Devotion and went on the road at 17. He originally hails from Rivington, just outside Baldur's Gate, from a small compound-like community, full of elves, half elves, humans, and a few Dragonborn. He is the oldest of 4, having three younger brothers, one of which he never really got to meet.

He loves to walk! Whilst he's not a druid, he loves to walk through nature, or anywhere really. Seeing the world up close brings him a lot of joy - and thankfully he's had a lot of it due to his lifestyle. He also loves spending quality time with everyone around the campfire, sharing stories about everyone's adventures - like Karlach's time in Avernus, Wyll's time along the Sword Coast, and Gale's endeavours before the Netherese Orb. Micheal isn't as fond of fighting as one may be led to believe; yes he has been in many battles, and yes he will talk about them if you ask, but he never brags and he never gloats. He dislikes war and will only fall on physical confrontation if there is no other option, or if someone is in danger.

He writes music about those he cares about - though most of these compositions never see the light of day, or the eyes of an orchestra. They're mainly a little pass-time for him, to keep him occupied on the odd day where he's taking a rest. He also likes birdwatching and star gazing.

The reason for Micheal's Oath is twofold: one, he saw an abundance of injustices as a youth in Rivington, and felt compelled to help put them right, and also the fact that his father and elders were bondservants in times gone by, giving Renton a deep-rooted feeling for justice, for everyone.

Markus Bluebrook

Markus is a Wood-elf druid, at 137 years old - He resides in Moonrise, and has done for quite some time. He is close friends with Ilvon, and was forced to take shelter in the Last Light Inn when the Shadow Curse overran the land. This has made him incredibly bitter, as he hasn't been able to do anything to save his home. His favourite wildshape form is a boar - though he's also rather fond of a stag, if he needs to move quieter.

Before the shadowcurse Markus travelled with Jaheira, Ilvon and Laenna for a time, being under Laenna's care after a personal family tragedy which he rarely speaks about. He, Ilvon and Laenna settled in Moonrise after that particular adventure, spending time with the locals - and Ilvon and Markus in particular teaching them about the land.

One of his favourite hobbies was weaving - he used to make the thread out of fibres himself, and would weave beautiful tapestries; though he had to stop after being cooped in Last Light, due to running out of thread.

His mood significantly improves if the Shadowcurse is lifted; but if not, he doesn't sit and mope, like Halsin does, he loses his temper big time. He blames Halsin for letting this fate befall his beloved home, he blames you for not doing more though you promised to help, and he will likely attack you also. The sight of his home being overtaken by an impenetrable darkness that kills all within has done a number on him - particularly the fact that he knows that most of his friends are likely dead.

Ilvon Leafgrace

Ilvon is a little older than Markus, at 209, but this Wood-elf is still close to his friend. Ilvon makes sure to make strong bonds with whomever he feels would make a good friend, and is actually quite sociable, although soft-spoken. His favourite wildshape form is an owl, but like Halsin he can get comfortable as a bear too. He's also been known to wildshape into a wolf!

He loves books - all kinds! He harbours a particular fondness for romance novels; particularly the spicier variety. He also absolutely loves trees. Not in a weird way, or anything, there's just something about them that piques his curiosity, but he can never quite explain what it is. He also likes to decorate people's hair! His favourite thing to do is read by the river side, the gentle waves of the current soothing his mind as he indulges himself in a good novel.

Like Micheal, he's not a fan of violence - he's much more mellow than his friend, Markus - but when push comes to shove, he will do what he must.

Ilvon deeply, deeply misses the way Moonrise was, before the shadowcurse. He doesn't speak about it much because it pains him, but he thinks about it every moment there is a lull in activity; his mind just wanders there, to the time before, when man and nature were in near harmony in this small place, even if only for a moment. He hopes, that with Silvanus' blessing, some miracle will help them rid the land of the blight that has tainted his home.

Bonus, the message I sent to my best friend when I saw this ask in my inbox:

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Circus

I've been wanting to draw some of my dolls for the longest time and this turned out to be my most detailed artwork so far :') And since I really love the circus, I thought I could turn this into an interactive story, too. Let me know what you think! Based on classic stock characters from Italian theatre, Commedia dell'arte. Content: gender neutral reader, horror, dark comedy, human and monster romance

You're finally here! Come on in, don't be afraid. Where is everyone else, you ask? Why, you're our only special guest, Darling (Y/N). This is all for you. Come, do not upset the Ringmaster. We will show you everything.

A night carnival? You've never heard of such a thing. Nonetheless, curiosity got the better of you when you found the trampled poster on your way back home. The actual message almost escaped your attention; you'd been too focused on the thick, ornate border, and the colorful, swirling patterns intricately filling the page.

"Last night in town! 'Wizard of Ozz' Night Circus, a mesmerizing show that will keep you glued to your seat. We're still searching for our Columbina. Perhaps you could become part of our story?"

Might as well check it out. Which is why you're currently here, in the outskirts, trying to find a walkable path among the weeds. It's dark and you can barely see anything in front of you. They're not trying very hard to provide an inviting atmosphere, you think to yourself.

Eventually, you discern a glimmer of light in the distance. You have found the circus tents.

The campsite is quiet and still, causing you to hesitate in your decision. Is it truly open?

There's a faint murmur coming from the main entrance. A small, melancholic Pierrot - when did he show up? - awaits by the heavy curtain, pale hands stretched out.

"Your ticket, Columbina", he announces with decorum. "Me and Arlecchino will show you any tent you want to visit. We are here to entertain you."

He ponders for a moment, before adding:

"I'm sure you'll like him more. He's a very alluring fellow. Me, on the other hand...Oh, forget it", he mumbles through pouting lips, ushering you inside.

"Aha! There's the star of our night! Our Columbina!"

A tall man in a pompous, glittery costume bounces towards you and lowers himself with a theatrical bow, giving your fingers a quick kiss. You pull your hand away, visibly bothered by the odd gesture.

"You keep calling me that. I'm (Y/N)", you argue.

"Yes, yes, of course we know that. Do ya take us for fools?" the Harlequin asks, kicking one foot in the air. The jingle of the bells at the tip of his shoe echoes across the hall. "You have, however - you must understand, yes? - you've entered Ringmaster's Circus. From now on, you are the Columbina to our play."

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief.

"Just like that? Why me, and not someone else?" you scan the surroundings, pursing your lips. "Where are the others?"

"Others?"

Harlequin makes an exaggeratedly shocked face and tilts his head towards Pierrot.

"What are they saying? You're the only one here, Columbina darling. After tonight, we-"

Pierrot's hand lands firmly on his friend's lips.

"You always talk too much. Always, always! And yet, you're the favorite. Of course you are. Oh, what pity, what misfortune", the pale young man laments. "We're wasting precious time."

They both burst into a little dance; a rather silly one, you think with an amused smile. Then, they place themselves besides the entrance, each one standing at one end, back straight and chins raised.

"Go on, go ahead, Columbina darling. This is your carnival. Choose any tent you'd like."

Pulcinella's Tent

The stage is pitch black, save for one spotlight contouring a patch of ground. You can see a large, colorful ball, and two feet clumsily rolling their way atop of it.

You chuckle at the sight. This must be the clown.

"No one can compete with Pulcinella's juggling", Pierrot declares somewhat monotonously. "His acrobatic spectacle has left many guests speechless, acting with such dexterity that one must wonder: is this truly the work of two hands?"

Lights flicker, allowing you to catch glimpses of smaller balls being thrown around. Juggling so many balls while bouncing around is indeed impressive.

"Rest assured, this is the art of one single man. Although four eyes are better than two."

The shadows are abruptly swallowed by spotlights, and you squint your eyes, adjusting to the brightness. A two-headed man continues his performance, throwing you the occasional cheeky smile.

"Ah, that is..." you place a hand over your mouth.

"A bother, truly", the Pierrot remarks, sitting next to you. "They're complete opposites."

He observes as both Pulcinella's heads tilt in your direction, visibly entranced. He sighs deeply:

"You'll love them either way. They're funny and entertaining, unlike me...A pathetic miser. Oh, if only I had half their charm!" he bemoans with a soft sob.

"Hey! Don't sadden my beloved like that", Pulcinella barks, jumping off the ball and running towards your seating with a comically merry jingle to accompany him.

You cannot help but marvel at the man in front of you.

"Enough of this, I've had enough! You don't get to decide yet, Pulcinella", Pierrot exclaims in sudden panic. He claws your wrist tightly and pulls you after him. "It's time to see other tents."

Sandrone's Tent

You peek behind the heavy curtain and freeze. Are your eyes deceiving you? Someone is idly resting at the bottom of a large aquarium, showing no struggle despite being underwater. The mysterious man senses your presence and emerges to the surface.

"Would you look at that! I can't remember the last time I had a visitor."

He gestures for you to come closer.

"Are you the new guest? Our Columbina?"

"I don't know what you're talking about", you speak up with hesitation, eyes glued to the scaly tail that seems eerily genuine. "I think I'll be leaving now."

"Leaving? Didn't the Ringmaster already tell you?" The merman claps his hands, amused. "You're naïve, I like that a lot. Perhaps this time I'll be the one to have you."

He abruptly grabs your wrist, and you jolt at the feeling. His hands are ice-cold and moist.

"Let me have a look at you, won't you? I'll help you hide from the others if you're good and listen to me."

You feel a pair of hands sinking into your shoulders, and you're ripped away from the merman. Harlequin's voice rumbles deeply across the room.

"You're being a fox again, aren't you, Sandrone? Hands off our guest! You don't get to pick yet", he scolds in a low growl. "Ringmaster won't be happy about it."

"Go on then, tell on me! Ringmaster's good boy, eh?" the dark-skinned man smirks mockingly and slams his tail against the glass. "Put a collar on that one, Columbina. See how well he barks", he snarls, then slides back underwater and promptly vanishes.

Harlequin's grip on your shoulders becomes tighter for a brief moment. You can tell he's tense.

"Let's get you out of here. Don't listen to a word he says, Columbina darling. He lies, you see? No one trusts him. You should rely on me."

Pantalone's Tent

You gawk at the impressive height of this tent, head nearly spinning from tilting yourself all the way back. Ah, this must be the trapeze artist. Indeed, one of the two handles is dangling above you, and it occurs to you there's no safety net. A tall, lean man swiftly pounces across, reaching for the trapeze. His movements are slow, yet calculated, and you can't help but wonder if he might actually be flying instead.

Upon closer inspection, it appears he has no arms.

"Madness", you find yourself shouting. "Stop this nonsense!"

He gracefully wraps his legs around the bar, swinging back and forth with a confident smile.

"You doubt me, Pantalone himself?"

With another thrust, he lets himself go, spiraling down against your terrified protests. His heeled shoes clack against the hard tile. Lastly, he stretches out his bandaged stumps, as if signaling his successful landing.

You find yourself bowing to the grand gesture.

"Yes, yes, it's rather impressive, isn't it?" Pierrot follows behind you in his usual dull tone. "Pantalone is our master acrobat."

He lifts his gaze and notices that the man didn't bother waiting for a full introduction; he's already standing before you with a flirty grin.

"...and a charmer, I suppose. What, you're already doing your tricks?"

The sallow clown squeezes himself behind you two protectively.

"Shoo, shoo! Columbina is merely visiting."

He lightly pushes you away, towards the exit. You throw one final glance at the mysterious individual; he waves with his residual limb, and winks.

"You know where to find me, love."

Il Capitano's Tent

You feel a radiant heat coming from this tent. In the middle of the ring stands a grand cage. An animal of sorts? You keep your distance, observing from the benches.

A monstrous giant stumbles within your view with heavy steps. A thick, scaly tail rattles the bars of the cage, swinging itself with the precision of a bullwhip.

"Il Capitano himself!" the Harelquin announces theatrically, bending his arms in the direction of the blue beast. "The strongman, the fire-spitting artist, a most devilish creature captured and chained by our Ringmaster."

"Is this one mine?" the monstrous man pins you down with a predatory gaze.

"Perhaps", Harlequin spits out bitterly. "They decide, not you."

You squirm in your seat, suddenly much smaller under his intense stare. The charismatic guide's smile falters for a brief second, replaced by an envious grimace.

Il Capitano inhales deeply, expanding his torso and contracting his muscles. His fanged mouth then unhinges, releasing a great flame which spreads all the way to you. You're almost tempted to reach towards it, feeling the sting with your very fingers.

"Amazing", you mumble, still mesmerized by the spectacle.

This was no cheap trickery. Capitano is truly a one-of-a-kind artist. No human could replicate such a feat.

The beastly creature holds onto the bars of his cage, shoving his snout outside and grinning. Puffs of smoke escape between his teeth.

"Come down here and I can do even more, little one."

Harlequin gasps and gestures for you to stand up.

"Outrageous! How dare you-!"

He urges you to follow him outside. Enough monstrous sights for now.

"Shall we head towards the other tents, darling?"

Harlequin walks ahead, deep in contemplation. Pierrot scurries after him, whispering the remaining choices. Your shoulders are heavy, and you're quite tired from the eventful night.

You notice a little opening between the lavish curtain folds and decide to sneak away. They needn't know about your departure. You stumble around dark halls, following the cool breeze of the outside, until you're met with the starry sky.

Your path is blocked by two large poles, so you step to the right. Your body freezes in terror when they move with you. Slowly, you raise your head and follow the black shapes, and realize they're legs.

Far, far above ground, towering over the entire circus, you see two glowing eyes.

It's the Ringmaster.

"Bad, bad Columbina", he reproaches.

The voice is off, like an old, broken record reverberating against your eardrums. A cold shiver runs across your spine.

"I'm sorry", you blurt out in fear.

A long, bony hand appears before you, twitching with a loud pop. You wrap your hands around a finger, desperate to not anger this unholy creation.

"Let's take you to your caravan. We're leaving tomorrow."

Oh, God. What have you done?

Now, now, don't fret. There's nothing to be afraid of. Come, put that frown aside. Everyone loves you here. After all, you're their most precious Columbina. What's a Circus without its treasure?

[yuutryingtowrite]

Yandere!Maid who looks at the castle in front of him, then the flier in his hands, then the castle again. Unless there was a typo in the address, the job interview should be here. He hesitantly uses the bat shaped door knocker and waits...This place looks so creepy and ominous, was this a prank ? Was it to scare him? Seriously? Sigh…He has had enough of being treated like a fool. As he continues his descent into frustration, bitterness and self-pity, he doesn’t hear the door opening. Nor does he see the butler standing at the entrance until he hears a: “Sorry for the wait, my kind sir. Are you here for the housekeeper position?”.

Yandere!Maid who thinks the butler is telling him a load of bullshit. According to him, the owner of this place is a vampire in search of additional staff members. He resists the urge to scoff. Whatever, if the “mistress” wants to take part in some weird role-play, then so be it as long as he would get paid. The same guy tells him to “please take a seat” in the living room and that “mistress will come and attend to you in a moment”. Soon after his departure, the air shifts. Black particles float around until it materializes something, or rather someone. The poor boy shock and confusion quickly turn into enchantment. Fuck, you are totally his type. This is bad, he can feel his face burning. “Shall we go to my office?”, you ask with a smile.

Yandere!Maid who hates you. Who hates the fact that your personality matches your looks. Who hates how much control you have over him. The other day, your...pet sneezed on him, so he needed another uniform. “It seems that I only have a female one left ”, you told him. “There is no way in hell I am wearing that”, he sneered. “But wouldn’t you look cute in it? Besides, it is either that or cleaning with your normal clothes on until your new uniform arrives here-” “Alright, shut up, just give me that”, he abruptly took the offending dress from your hands and went to change. Since that conversation, his work attire has fully transitioned to said maid outfit. Maybe he becomes a bit too proud of himself whenever he catches you staring at him. And maybe, just maybe he wants to give you a nice view by bending down and taking his time “to clean the table” whenever he knows you are behind him. He will never admit that though.

Yandere!Maid who, one day, demands asks you about your eating habits. As soon as you answer, something regarding animal blood, he turns oddly quiet. You are about to ask what is wrong, but then he surprises you by climbing into your lap. You watch him get comfortable and, with trembling hands, undo the first buttons of his dress. The cherry on top is him pulling on its collar a bit to show a silver of his chest. He now avoids eye contact as he waits for you to take the lead…You are still just looking at him, so, with a blush becoming darker, he snaps at you: “A-are you stupid or something ? Do you want me to spell it out-” “I am just enjoying the view”, you respond with a teasing smile. Before he can sputter more insults, you grip his chin and tilt his head to the side, exposing his neck to your hungry gaze. “But if you insist…Thank you for the meal <3”

Yandere!Maid who has his face buried deep in his pillow while he tries to calm his flustered self down. After you finished drinking from him, he hurriedly got up and scurried to his room without so much as a word. The more he recalls the embarrassing noises he made in front of you, the more mortified he becomes. It was not his fault, it just felt really good and you even pulled him closer and tugged on his hair and-He whines and squirms in his bed as he feels his body turning hot again like that time. The action causes him to feel a sharp sting on his neck. He freezes. That is right. You marked him. You marked him. You marked him.

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Don't drink from anyone else, ok?