#particularly a fan of yandere content

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★a little about me!★

ALRIGHTY!! I've been putting this off for ages, and I figured it was finally time to introduce myself. I'm ChaosBeanUwU, I'm 22, I love drawing and reading, and writing from time to time, most half assed ideas that I have and wanna share, my page will consist of my brand of chaos. Staring Me, and Murphy's law.

Starting out, I love anime, and I'm a huge music lover as well, I love dark romance, and I'd say my music tastes lean into alternative pop! I'm currently trying to catch up in Mha/bnha, and jjk. My all time fav characters are (Mha/bnha; bakugou, shigiraki, and Aizawa) (jjk; Sukuna, Geto and our boy, Gojo.) I watch a bunch of other stuff too, and I play a whole bunch of video games, I love story based games, so games like beyond two souls and Detroit become human very quickly became a hyper focus. I've been learning german!

Anons and new friends are welcome with open arms! I'm cool with sfw/NSFW stuff, so don't be shy!(Unlike me🫰)

Stay toasty!

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Hello dear! How are you? Could you please do Perv! Chrollo if it's not too much trouble? I haven't seen much Perv Chrollo content out there, and I'd love to see that in your writing! You can ignore it if you want, have a nice day ♡ (Sorry if it seemed confusing, English is not my first language ☠️)

His pretty girl

Perv!Chrollo x Fem!Reader

warnings: perv behavior, panting stealing, reader is mentioned to be chubby, excessive gift giving, somno, dubcon, reader is innocent and naive, breeding kink, pregnancy, bit of Yandere chrollo if you squint, Chrollo calls you princess/angel/goddess, minor manga spoilers about Shalnark

A/N: not the biggest chrollo fan but him being head over heels in love and just a big softy with his lover does do something for me.

NSFW: @lightshowerrr @jungtoast @nenggie @pannacottababy @aliceattheart @atransmuter

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Unlike most pervs, Chrollo is much sneakier with his perversion. You won’t catch him sniffing your panties or jacking off to pictures of your cute face… but you will find pairs of your panties covered in his cum in your dresser, and lots of pictures of you saved on his phone if you go looking.

Chrollo absolutely adores you, he enjoys seeing you blush and stutter when you find a particularly nasty love letter stuffed into your mailbox, or those pair of missing lacy panties folded neatly on your bed, with strange stains on them.

He first fell for you when Shalnark introduced him to you. You met Shal through the Hunter exam years ago, though you didn’t pass. Regardless, the two of you stayed good friends, with Shal making sure you stayed safe while under his care.

But Shalnark was quick to back off the second Chrollo showed interest in you. You were just too cute, with your chubby frame and pretty face. Chrollo had never really put much thought into his sexual preferences, but seeing your plump ass and fat tits was enough to awaken something… sinful in him.

After that first meeting, you started receiving little gifts from him. At first, they were just pretty trinkets that Chrollo found on his missions, but as his obsession and adoration for you grew, those little trinkets because expensive dresses and luxurious jewelry.

At first you thought it was just him being generous with you, considering your living situation wasn’t the best. You were very appreciative, your cheeks heating up and your voice small when he smiled sweetly after you thanked him.

But over time, strange things started happening that you just couldn’t explain!

Your windows would be open in the morning when you were sure you closed them last night… and what was that sticky stuff on your face?

Chrollo had gotten into the habit of breaking in to watch you sleep. In the beginning, it was because he felt such intense love and care for you that he just couldn’t bear the thought of you getting harmed in your most vulnerable state!

He’d sit at the edge of your bed, reading a book while gently stroking your cheek. It was cute, you seemed so content and happy in your sleep when he was with you. It made his heart soar thinking that maybe, just maybe he had something to do with it.

But soon those soft and innocent intentions shifted when he noticed how… revealing your pajamas were sometimes. Those flimsy little shorts and the fact he could see your nipples through your thin white tanktop had his cock straining against his pants.

You always looked so soft and peaceful, something he wanted to protect and cherish. You were the only person linking him to the normal world, where your biggest problems were paying rent on time and figuring out what to eat for dinner, while his were trying to keep his friends from dying and which heist he should plan next.

You lived in a completely different world than him, and that was some of the appeal. Chrollo had never lived a normal life, but with you, he could have some shred of normalcy. He could marry you, make you his sweet little wife and live out the rest of his days keeping you happy and safe.

But… deep down Chrollo knew this was next to impossible. He was a wanted criminal, with more enemies than he could care to remember.

He still liked to imagine it, though. You, sitting in a rocking chair your swollen belly, carrying his child. He’d come home from a heist, carry you upstairs and ravish you, making sure to be extra careful with your delicate body.

Chrollo stroked his cock to this thought, his tip gently pressed against your lips as you slept. He’d done this exact things countless times… he hadn’t been expecting you to wake up right as he buckled his pants after cumming on your lips.

“… Chrollo?”

You rubbed your sleepy eyes, then wiped at your mouth, grimacing. Did you drool in your sleep? It was too dark to make out what was on your hand… but there was just enough light to see your friend Chrollo standing there, peering down at you with a slightly surprised expression.

He quickly took on his usual calm, charming facade. “Hello, (Name). Shal asked me to come watch over you. Apparently there’s been a few break ins in town that got both him and I worried for you.”

It was all lies, but something he loved about (Name) was her naïveté. You smiled sweetly, your cheeks heating up. “Really? You came to make sure I was okay?”

Chrollo nodded, setting his book on your nightstand before sitting at the edge of your bed. “Of course… I don’t think you understand just how much you mean to me, (Name).”

You didn’t have time to react, he was already leaning closer to you. His eyes were captivating in the moonlight, reflecting the light and shining like jewels.

“You’re divine, (Name), like an angel sent from Heaven just for me.”

He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lip. “I want you, more than anything.”

Hearing this from a handsome man like Chrollo felt unreal. He wanted you of all people? It was hard to believe.

As if sensing your hesitancy, Chrollo tilted up your chin. “Do you want me to show you?”

Before you could answer, his lips met yours. He had been holding back for so long, he needed this, he needed you. You were always so sweet to him, making sure he was eating well and even coming to visit him when you could. How could he ever ask for anything more than you?

It wasn’t long before his tongue entered your mouth and his hands slipped under your shirt to grab at your perky, plump tits. You whines softly into his mouth as his thumbs ran over your sensitive nipples.

“Like that, princess?”

He gave them a soft pinch, biting down on your lip as he moved one hand to your shorts. He didn’t both with taking them off, he ripped them and pinned you down, one hand pinning your wrists and the other unbuckling his pants.

“My darling…”

His eyes settled on your pretty cunt, wet and glistening in the moonlight. Chrollo had a few one nights stands in the past, but he never felt like this before. Your pussy, all wet and ready for him was enough to have him groaning into your neck as his cock sunk into your warm heat.

He grabbed onto your hips, his fingers sinking into the soft fat. You were so cute, tears pooling down your cheeks as you blubbered incoherently, too fucked out to speak. He leaned forward and kissed those soft lips of yours, so soft and gentle with his little angel.

“Shh, just take me okay? Fuck, you’re divine, my angel, my goddess…”

With one leg over his shoulder as he pressed your bodies together, Chrollo fucked into you. He tried his best to restrain himself, but god you looked way too pretty when you came around his cock for the third time.

You clung to him for comfort and some sort of stability as he mercilessly pounded your sensitive cunt. “Pretty, god you’re just gorgeous, my sweet girl…”

By the end of the night, you were too exhausted to even speak, your pussy full of his seed. He held you now, cooing softly as he peppered kisses along your cheeks and jaw. “Did so well, such a good girl…”

From then on Chrollo’s obsession with you would only deepen. He’d marked you up, leaving love bites all over your neck and chest. You were his, and he’d make sure everyone knew that.

It wasn’t long before he had moved you away, somewhere you could be together and also under the radar. After Shalnark’s death, he became a bit paranoid that Hisoka would come after you next.

So now there you were, belly swollen with his child as he held you in his lap, his palm resting on your baby bump.

Chrollo had you, and although it wasn’t quite the life he had expected, he was still happy with it. You were here with him, carrying his baby and unable to get a way, even if you wanted to.

And that was enough for him.

[winged-self-indulgence]

Why Do People Like Yanderes?

Hi everyone, my name is Diya, and this was going to be a YT video-essay-type-thing but I'm too poor to afford a mic and too busy with college to learn how to edit videos, so here's my vague exploration of the psychology behind why people like yanderes so much through the lens of my favourite Visual Novels.

TW for uh. yandere content. Mentions of sex, gore, and non-con, particularly in the last topic. This is more like the first draft of an academic paper so while it's not explicit, I do go into some detail.

Introduction

If you’re a fan of anime or visual novels, then you’re probably already aware of what a yandere is, or at the very least you’ve seen that one picture of Yuno Gasai. Still, for the sake of thoroughness, let’s take it from the tippy top. The term ‘yandere’ is a Japanese portmanteau of ‘yanderu’ – the progressive form of ‘yami’ – meaning ‘sick’, and ‘deredere’ which roughly translates to ‘loving’. Together, the word refers to someone who is – in short – extremely lovesick. Obsessive to the extreme, and with little morality to spare, the standard yandere is characterized by a dangerous fixation on a chosen target, often appearing shy and caring at first only to flip the script and become violently aggressive towards perceived threats (Kroon, 2010).

It should be noted that yanderes are not a strictly romantic or sexual trope. The Ancient Greeks classified at least six forms of love, from familial (storge) to guests (xenia). Modern psychologists may distinguish love as either Companionate or Passionate (Kim & Hatfield, 2004) or consisting of three dimensions of Intimacy, Passion, and Commitment (Sternberg & Sternberg, 2018). Realistically, possessiveness shows up in a variety of relationships. However, people are generally primed to view certain dynamics as inherently amorous. Societal norms tend to encourage the idea that romantic bonds ought to rank above all others, and therefore if Person A is bizarrely fixated on Person B, then clearly there must be an element of sexual interest involved regardless of the actual relationship between the individuals in question.

Regardless, yanderes remain quite popular in fiction. Many dismiss it as a fetish, which it can be, but that isn’t the case for everyone. While there is nothing wrong with indulging in kinky fiction, not all of us get horny at the thought of being chained up in someone’s basement, no matter how hot our captor may be. So why is it so pervasive? Why is this trope so appealing that most writers cannot help but include at least a single line of dialogue implying that – if circumstances had been ever so slightly different – my wholesome shoujo romcom might have turned into a psychological horror?

Hybristophilia

‘Hybristophilia’, also known as Bonnie and Clyde Syndrome after the titular criminal couple, is a word is derived from the Greek word ‘hybridzein’ meaning ‘to commit an outrage against someone’ and ‘philo’ which means ‘a strong preference for’. Sexologist John Money reportedly defined it as a paraphilia in which an individual is sexually aroused by a partner who has a predatory history of hurting other people (Money, 1986, as cited in Matuszak, 2017). In his book, Serial Killer Groupies, true crime and crime fiction author RJ Parker distinguished two forms of hybristophilia: passive and aggressive. The former is when an individual contacts a criminal with the intention of striking up a relationship with them, allowing themselves to be seduced and manipulated but having no interest in committing a crime themselves. The latter are far more dangerous, as the individual not only derives sexual pleasure from their partner’s atrocities but are active participants in carrying out or covering up the crime. To quote Griffiths (2013, as cited in Pettigrew, 2019):

“[They] help out their lovers with their criminal agenda by luring victims, hiding bodies, covering crimes, or even committing crimes. They are attracted to their lovers because of their violent actions and want to receive love yet are unable to understand that their lovers are psychopaths who are manipulating them.”

In some ways, hybristophilia is the nearest thing we have to a realistic understanding of why people love yanderes. I mean, much of the fantasy surrounding such characters and their media tend to be filled with posts begging to be spat on or calling the rightfully terrified main character ungrateful for being a teeny bit upset about finding surveillance cameras in their ceiling. However, enjoying fictitious immoral activity does not predict real perpetration, so what does? There exists little consensus amongst psychologists as to what sparks this particular predilection, and that was strange to me. You would think there would be more studies into this topic, in spite of or perhaps because of its controversial nature. Heck, that one dude wouldn’t shut up about white women’s obsession with Bundy and Dahmer, and I assumed he had gotten that information from somewhere, but it turns out that was just him using modifiers to justify sexism.

However, I believe that we can hedge a few guesses, and over the course of my research, I’ve organized the main rationalizations under four umbrellas which I will explore through the lens of my favourite yandere-themed Visual Novels. Please keep in mind that most of these games are rated as mature due to sexual scenes and/or gore. Additionally, in the spirit of transparency, this ramble will be focused exclusively on male or masculine yanderes. So, without further ado:

Call Me Bob the Builder Because I Can Fix Them

If you’re familiar with DC Comic’s Batman, or just happen to have attended any costume event held over the span of the last 20+ years, you may be familiar with the character of Dr. Harleen Quinzel, better known as Harley Quinn. Initially created as the Joker’s one-off sidekick in Batman The Animated Series, she was so well-received by audiences that she became a recurring character in the cartoon and was eventually given a proper origin story in the form of a one-shot titled Mad Love.

Harley’s origin story has seen some alterations over the past decades, but the core aspects remain largely untouched. In the beginning, Harleen Quinzel was a promising young woman who wanted was a degree from the university’s prestigious psychology department, which she gained through…less than scrupulous means.

(Listen, I’m not sure if the authors were leaning on the Dumb Blonde stereotype, or if they simply thought that casting her as a genuinely bad student would make her later actions more believable. Either way, the idea of Harley as someone with a legitimate PhD came later)

After landing an internship at Arkham Asylum – a half-hospital and half-prison straight out of the 1870s that might as well be built out of one-ply tissue-paper soaked with gasoline and left next to a crate of fireworks – Harleen set her sights on the then incarcerated Joker. At the start, her fixation on the criminal wasn’t remotely sympathetic. She didn’t want to help him, she wanted to use him. Harleen Quinzel wanted piggyback off his infamy and write a tell-all tale detailing what sort of messed up childhood resulted in Gotham’s Clown Prince of Crime. Yet the more she interacted with him, the more the Joker took advantage of her empathy. By the end of their sessions, Harley no longer saw him as a violent serial killer with a clown schtick, but as a “lost, injured child looking to make the world laugh at his antics.”

But Diya, you may be asking, what does this have to do with the video? The Joker never loved Harley, and it could even be argued – as Shehadeh did in a 2017 essay – that her obsession with the pasty-faced clown is more akin to Histrionic Personality Disorder. While that may be the case, I believe that Harley’s story provides one of the reasons yanderes are so popular: their backstory.

Whether they were abandoned by their family, bullied by their peers, experimented on by evil scientists, starved on the streets, died under mysterious circumstances and then trapped in a haunted VCR tape for decades, or are simply so impossibly inhuman that they frankly do not understand why it isn’t socially acceptable to imprison their crush in a pocket dimension made of meat and non-Euclidean geometry, yanderes often have fairly sympathetic or at least understandable explanations for why they are Like That. Your mileage may vary significantly depending on how much you sympathize with these motives, but the point is that yanderes always make sense to some degree. Their morality and priorities may be twisted or even completely incomprehensible, but the audience almost always knows the reason, and that can be comforting. In the real world, other people aren’t always straightforward, and we never really know what they’re thinking, but narrative coherence demands a semblance of internal consistency lest the audience end up frustrated and confused. So yanderes are not only easy to sympathize with, but also fairly predictable. In-universe they may be unhinged freaks with a blood fetish, but to you watching from behind the safety of the screen they’re just acting out the script written for them based on a prototype. And if you understand the why behind their loose gears, then you might just be able to put them back together again.

The concept of rescue romances or “I Can Fix Them” has been around in our stories for thousands of years. The Epic of Gilgamesh detailed how Shamhat essentially ‘civilized’ wild man Enkidu through ritual lovemaking, and a concerning number of religions push the idea that women are dutybound to save men from the follies of sin. Yet men are not exempt either, with one notable example being the German fairytale, King Thrushbeard. Call it what you will regardless: Knights in Shining Armour, the Florence Nightingale Effect, or a plain old case of Because You Were Nice to Me, studies have shown that human beings generally like helping [DA2] others, even when the reason doesn’t necessarily stem from pure altruism. I will delve deeper into this later, but care and compassion are deeply ingrained in human nature, and arising from those roots is the appeal of this mentality: You can save them. You can change them. You can make them better. You are special, and the way you treat this person carries a weight that has not and will never be matched by anyone else for the rest of their mortal or immortal existence.

The illusion is a delicious one, especially if the person you’ve helped turns out to be a billionaire CEO with cash to burn, a super powerful ghost king willing to raze continents to dust for you, a demon having fun on a Friday night, or just your average hot creep with a knife. Moreover, different people have different ideas of what ‘fixing’ even means. Maybe you want to single-handedly rehabilitate your yandere into a functional member of society. Maybe you’re cool with the incessant stalking but would like them to stop slaughtering your friends, family, and local service workers. Maybe you want to make them much, much worse.

Not only do yanderes provide immediate proof that your actions have a tangible impact on the lives of others, but the fantasy also includes the desire of being seen as special. Of being admired and adored by someone whose life you inexplicably made better by virtue of simply being yourself, or an idealized version of yourself. In this fictional world, in this imaginary setting, the person you are is so uniquely, impossibly irreplaceable to someone. And if that’s the case then they can’t risk losing you, can they?

The Allure of Obsession, or ‘Til Death Do Us Part (Literally)

It shouldn’t be necessary, but here is my obligatory disclaimer anyway. Ahem: obsession is not a good thing in real life. Fixating on another human to the detriment of your own wellbeing and that of those around you is dangerous, as is encouraging someone else to obsess over you. You might think you are being worshiped, but real life is not a visual novel. The outside world doesn’t come with an age rating, the author’s guiding pen, and a convenient fade to credits sequence once you’ve reached an ending. The consequences will still be there in the morning, so don’t do it. Just don’t.

PSA out of the way, it’s natural to want to be wanted. Maslow’s Hierarchy places it just above physical safety, but I’d argue that it could easily be compared to baser drives. According to many psychological and anthropological studies, much of humanity’s continued survival and environmental dominance is largely attributed to our ability to form groups, cooperate with one another, and maintain complex interpersonal networks. Social support, intimacy, and a sense of belonging are linked to emotional and physical benefits, such as more optimistic health perceptions, higher subjective well-being, increased creativity and innovation, and greater self-efficacy (DeWall & Bushman, 2011; Harandi et al., 2017; Wang & Sha, 2018). Therefore, it’s perfectly understandable that rejection of any sort would be construed as a threat.

But if someone is obsessed with you, then you have no reason to worry about that, right? No more nights spent agonizing over how they feel about you, asking yourself whether your last text made you sound too desperate, or if you’re boring them because you spent the past hour info-dumping about Stardew Valley farm layouts. With a yandere, there will never be any doubt that they care about you. Sure, they might go about it in weird, manipulative, and insidious ways that violate your physical and mental autonomy, but you can’t deny their loyalty. They do love you in their own bizarre way. You are the sun around which they orbit. When you’re in the room, no one else exists. Every single messy flaw is just another bullet point on the mile-long list of why they adore you.

In essence, yanderes are not only attentive, but their love can be virtually unconditional. A yandere might know everything about you, and still revere you. It’s unhealthy as hell and you might genuinely question their taste, but it can be tempting to pretend that all of you, right down to the ugliest parts of yourself – the traits and choices that you would never share with another living soul even at gunpoint – are worthy of understanding, if not open praise and affection.   

Attractiveness, or Okay but Have You Considered That They’re Hot Though?

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I mean what am I supposed to say here? They’re hot, what do you want from me?

No, but in all seriousness, fictional media paints an idealized version of the world, and most yanderes are hot because they have the freedom of existing purely behind that screen; artfully arranged and edited to forever appear compelling to anyone who happens to enjoy their particular style. And there are a lot of styles to choose from. Whether you want them pretty faced and disarmingly cute, or scarred up and big enough to pin you like a butterfly, yanderes come in a wide variety of shapes and sizes that are meant to pique your interest and draw you in like a naïve little fish being lured towards the mouth of an angler fish, unwilling to believe that anything bad might happen to us when the bait is this pretty.

This is often referred to as the Halo Effect, a form of cognitive bias referring to the tendency for people to assume that a single obvious positive trait must be associated with other positive traits. The go-to characteristic is typically physical attractiveness, but a nice voice, good humour, and cooking skills are also factors which serve to influence our perceptions.

So, conventional physical attractiveness is one thing, but that’s only skin deep. What about beyond that? After all, the yandere still has to talk to you before they enact their master plan of tying you up in their basement until Stockholm Syndrome kicks in.

When I showed my friend a picture of John Doe from the game John Doe, she told me that he looked like a creepy slob, and she’s far from the only person who’s ever thought so. Look at them. I feel like if I tried to comb that hair it would simply eat me, and some of the CGs really put the scopophobia in Scopophobia Studios. I love Doe, but he is not hot, and he doesn’t behave in a normally appealing way either. If the player chooses not to take a bath, Doe will immediately comment that you “smell good” before following you home, breaking into your house, and leaving a bloody organ on the floor for the player to trip over. Many yanderes can at least fake a veneer of normalcy, but from the get-go Doe doesn’t even bother to pretend he’s anything less than an otherworldly creature stuffed into a vaguely person-shaped meatsuit. In an effort to find out why so many people had latched on to Doe – including me – I shopped around social media and YouTube for answers, and what I found was a widely unanimous sentiment.

While some were drawn to his fun design and goofy personality, most simply thought that he wasn’t inherently malevolent, just very confused. In addition to being a supernatural being with a completely alien axis of morality, Doe’s meta-awareness and unbridled attempts at winning the player’s affection lends him quite a bit of support from the audience, especially if you yourself also happen to struggle with social cues and relate to his pure earnestness. In Ending 7 of the extended version, the player character has the option to tell Doe – who has altered himself to pass as more ‘normal’ – that they prefer who he truly is, at which point he grows visibly flustered and sports an adorable pair of literal heart-shaped pupils.

Whether they’re charismatic, seductive, cute, sweet, funny, nurturing, or generous, the best yanderes have engaging personalities. Even while they’re committing truly heinous crimes against God, man, and your guts, you still kinda want to hang out with them, and you want them to acknowledge you as being just as interesting. And this is all fine in fiction because you’re the one in charge, and if you ever get bored or uncomfortable or busy with something else, then you can simply close the tab or window with zero consequences, which brings us to the final and most important reason.     

Power Dynamics and Consent in Fantasy (I Couldn’t Think of a Joke Here Guys, This Is Kinda Serious)

Once again, I feel that I must preface this section just for the sake of my own peace of mind: sexual coercion and assault are vile and disgusting crimes that should never be emulated or tolerated in the real world. We are speaking purely of fictional media, specifically adult-oriented media in this case, so please be mindful.

In 2009, Bivoni and Critelli conducted a study on 355 undergraduate women with the goal of assessing the reasons behind fantasies of non-consent. At the time, there were two leading explanations of this phenomenon. One stated that women with high libidos but repressed views of sex used these imaginary scenarios to alleviate the guilt they had grown to associate with sex. Because the simulation was a purely mental exercise and they themselves were cast as helpless victims in the scenario, they were able to remain blameless while still finding sexual gratification. The second stated that these fantasies were an expression of liberation by women who were adventurous and comfortable enough with their own sexuality to engage with taboo ideas that they weren’t at all interested in performing in real life. Which do you think was more common?

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If you guessed the second option, you’d be right. The study found that of the 220 women who had experienced such fantasies, 45% found theirs erotic, 46% were mixed, and only 9% reported pure aversion. One justification for this outcome relies on psycho-biological theories, for example masochistic preferences or the unintended activation of the sympathetic nervous system and subsequent mis-attribution of arousal. Other reasons have to do with higher order thinking and are tied to the power dynamics within such fantasies. On the surface is the appeal of being so desirable to someone that they simply cannot control themselves, but then there is a deeper impulse, which the researchers referred to as Adversary Transformation. To quote the article: “[fantasies] involve a struggle between an assailant and a potential victim in which it is relevant to consider who is the winner and who is the loser. At one level, it is a struggle over sex, but the woman's non-consent may be feigned or token. At another level, the woman may be seeking a victory that is not about whether sex occurs, but about what happens emotionally between the protagonists.”

Basically, the imaginary perpetrator may have ‘won’, but the self-character need not have ‘lost’.

Media provides an extra layer to the illusion, one that you as the viewer have absolute control over. If you are choosing to engage with a piece of media that explicitly labels itself as including R18+ yandere content, then you clearly have some expectations, and that background awareness goes a long way in reducing long-term discomfort and allowing audiences to make informed decisions. If you don’t like the plot, you can simply turn it off it with the click of a button, and when the screen goes dark it’s not like the yandere is going to punish you for saying no. Strade isn’t going to break into your house with a drill, there are no homicidal clown ghosts hiding in your TV, and no suspicious pink-haired hackers watching your webcam. They aren’t real, and the consequences aren’t real either. You have all the power here.

Conclusion

In summary, Yanderes are appealing for a variety of reasons. Whether you want to save them, think they’re attractive, wish to indulge in a dream of being utterly coveted, or simply enjoy a bit of spice in your me-time, it’s obvious why the trope has persisted for so long and will likely continue to do so. If you enjoy yanderes but are worried that having a taste for the less wholesome side of things might imply something about who you are as a person, don’t be. The notion that fantasies and media preferences directly reflect subconscious desires is not only painfully out of date debunked nonsense but also indicative of restrictive ideologies wherein bad thoughts = sin. This isn’t 1984. You haven’t committed a thought-crime by having a weird kink. You aren't going to superhell for fantasizing. The human mind is hardly ever so mathematically rational, and the point of fiction is to allow us to safely engage with and explore various ideas, provided the everyone involved is mentally, chronologically, and emotionally mature enough to do so.

Thank you all for listening to me. If you learned something or were just a little bit entertained. If you're curious about knowing more, I've listed my sources below

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[thatanimeramenchick]

Hi! I’m new and wanted to ask if it’s alright you you could do something for Yander Lucifer?(Hazbin?) if not that’s alright!

Yandere Lucifer Headcannons

Ah, no problem, I’ve been waiting for this one. Out of all of the guys on this show, he is my personal favorite. I have suddenly become a fan of short kings. Also, hope you have fun on this personal little hell spawn known as Tumblr.

I feel like his character very much would be in line with soft yandere content. Despite being Lucifer himself, he comes off as very gentle and affectionate, wanting the best for those he loves, even if it means doing things that make them unhappy. He just wants what’s best for you. Or at least he thinks he does.

He also comes off to me as someone who is afraid to get too close to people out of fear of either disappointing them or hurting himself. Before making up with Charlie, he doesn’t talk with her much, seems to be internally clinging to the memories of the family he once had, and views most if not all of his citizens as too far gone to salvage. If he found himself with feelings for someone, I see him trying to push the object of his affection away, until something happens that causes his feelings to spiral out of control. This could be fear the of you being corrupted or permanently endangered; it’s something that pushes him over the edge to acting on the feelings he been trying so hard to push away.

Some of this manifests in being overprotective. He can present this as being a reasonable stance considering how dangerous hell actually is. Besides the typical problems of sinners running rampant and demons trying to trick you into deals, there are also angelic weapons floating around hell that you could be killed by even when it’s not extermination day. The idea of losing someone he cares for deeply in such a permanent manner is horrifying to him. He’d rather upset you by having you locked away by force than have you tainted by hell.

Has a jealous side, as can be seen with how he interacts with Alastor. Even as the king of hell, he can be quite insecure with his relationships considering his separation from Lilith and estrangement with Charlie. He can easily see other friendships in your life as competition, depending on who they are and how much time they want to spend with you. While he isn’t against the idea of you having any companions ever, he frowns on you spending too much time with them. Besides, they’re literally citizens of hell, why would you even want to be associate with them?

Tends to pamper you. He may have you trapped in a bubble, but he wants it to be pleasant for you. Anything that you wish that is within his power to grant he will do so happily. Your imagination is the only thing limiting you when you’re with him. Well, that and whatever restrictions have been placed on you to keep you “safe.”

Showing repeated frustration at his treatment, especially if you are being particularly passionate with shouting and tears, will leave him depressed. While he’ll try to hide it from you, in private there may be long bouts of self disgust and guilt. If you are lucky enough to find out about this and you’re particularly emotionally intelligent, you may be able to work this to your advantage. It’s your best shot at escaping him, as you’re definitely not going to be overpowering him any time soon and probably aren’t going to be able to outsmart him.

[ddollfface]

The actual meaning of being a girl is being torn between LoveSick!Athlete and LoveSick!Artist because while children are adorable they are annoying asf. Also, LoveSick!Bimbo? She's like, growing on me. How would the characters be with a darling who doesn't want kids? (Particularly referring to Athlete and Knight, since they seem to be the ones who want kids the most.)

- 💗 (Also, remember to drink water and take a deep breath. <333)

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬?

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Trigger Warnings; bad writing, obsessive behaviors, baby trapping, peer pressure, reader can get pregnant, lesbians, poking holes in condoms, hiding birth control, and just yandere behaviors ig If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Thank you for your kind words 💗!Nonny! I'm really happy that more of my characters are appealing))) It makes me happy that you're enjoying my writing!

Awwww, I'm so glad that my other characters are growing on you! I seems that LoveSick!Athlete is still the fan favorite, though I'm hoping that will change 'cause LoveSick!Bimbo is so cute (in my opinion)!!!

Anyway, I feel that for the majority of the LoveSick!Characters, wouldn't mind not having children with their darling, especially when reader doesn't want to have them. Half of them don't want kids or just don't care too much about them. LoveSick!Friend and LoveSick!Bimbo falls under this line of not wanting children, and I think they'd be content with just being aunties or just having you.

I feel like we have to keep in mind that they are yandere, meaning that they are obsessed with you. Like, literally, they love you no matter what, and they don't mind keeping you for themselves for the rest of your lives.

Now, for characters like LoveSick!Poet, I think that he'd be a little heartbroken, not because he wanted children, but because he feels as if he pressured you with his trauma. LoveSick!Poet did not have a good childhood, and it caused him to develop a poor self-image. And in return, he doesn't want children, in fear of becoming his father, so when you confess that you don't want children, he thinks that he's projected his personal feelings onto you.

But this obviously isn't true, you just don't want children. That's the thing with LoveSick!Poet though. He is hyperaware and is constantly overthinking, so no matter what you say he'll go on and on about how it's your decision, and that he doesn't want to force anything onto you.

And for LoveSick!Artist, I don't think I have to get to him because he, himself, doesn't want children, so he'd be pleased that you're on the same page. It would be difficult for him if his darling wanted children, seeing as he doesn't, like at all. Overall, I think it wouldn't even be a topic for LoveSick!Artist.

Now, moving onto the menaces, LoveSick!Athlete is far more puppy-like than LoveSick!Knight, who's quite violent and overly aggressive toward everyone.

I've kind of touched on LoveSick!Athlete and pregnancy in this post. Overall, I think that you didn't want children, then, at first, LoveSick!Athlete would accept it, telling you that it's all good, babe, we're so young after all.

But that's at the beginning of your relationship, where he's censoring himself so that you'll be more comfortable with him, not wanting to scare you off so quickly. He'll hide his need from you, ignoring the burning desire in the pit of his stomach whenever he sees you hold a little babe. He'll smile throughout it all, only giving you subtle hints, ones that you won't realize until it's far too late. But as the months go pass and as soon as your relationship gets physical, he's on you.

Now, the two of you are having arguments on whether or not he can go raw. You say no; he says yes. You'll practically give him a whole biology lesson, going on about how it's not safe, even though you're on the pill, but he'll just repudiate it. After all, don't you trust me, babe? I've always pulled out, I can do it again, don't worry. You just have to trust me.

If you're still persistent, he'll just poke holes in the condom, small little pricks will do the trick. A little hole won't do anything, right? You'll notice, obviously, because who wouldn't notice the warm rush you get in your stomach? You'll look up at him, eyes widened in worry and panic. Your mind will begin to spin, flooding with thoughts of all kinds.

You'll pat LoveSick!Athlete's shoulder, trying to get him to pull out, and he'll just tilt his head to the side, furrowing his brows. Of course, he knows what you're panicking about, but he feigns innocence, saying that it must've broke, sweets! Shit, it's okay, I'm sure nothing will happen...

And all you can do is trust him, hoping that what he's saying is true. After all, it's not like he'd ever do anything like that, right? He would never cross that boundary... right?

It'll be like that for months, constant broken condoms, and missing birth control. You'll begin to panic, doubting yourself because how the hell is you're the whole package of pills gone? As for the condoms, you'll begin to buy some yourself, thinking that LoveSick!Athlete must just be buying some crappy brand or something, little do you know that that was never the case.

Moving onto LoveSick!Knight, he'll be a lot less sneaky, not fearing pushing your boundaries whatsoever. He has full control over you, and he knows this full well. He has your father, the king, wrapped around his finger, besides, wouldn't the queen be glad to know that she's expecting grandbabies soon? Yes, she would.

If you don't want children, you don't really have a choice in the matter. Though it would take a long while before he'd ever physically force himself onto you, the peer pressure would settle in far quicker. The whole nation is expecting a child from your marriage. Your father, mama, siblings, lady-in-waiting, everyone is waiting for the announcement.

It keeps you awake at night, pondering over whether or not there's something wrong with you. It's your duty as the next queen, and current princess, to provide an heir to the throne. How could you deprive your people of that right? How could you keep the right of fatherhood from LoveSick!Knight?

Now, if you magically push through the pressure to have a child (you must be some type of superhuman), then you'll be subjected to LoveSick!Knight and his cruel actions. I have no doubt that he'd babytrap you, wanting to lock you with him forever.

Seeing as there's no such thing as condoms or birth control, you have no way of preventing a pregnancy, rather than celibacy. Obviously, LoveSick!Knight won't let you keep your body from him, pressuring you to succumb to your "wifely duties." It's only a matter of time before you get pregnant, seeing as LoveSick!Knight isn't holding back whatsoever, stuffing you full of him, him, him.

[girlwtdragontattoo]

Yandere Bard x Reader - Say you're mine

(your girl is trying pfjfsjafkdsa, i need an ipad so bad)

Universe: Baldur's Gate 3 or DnD

Follow up to the introduction of Elphael and his nightly fantasies, this is my yandere OC.

Summary: your childhood, musical friend is madly in love with you, fantasizing about you in secret and planning to make you his. He has written a song about you and thinks your compliments mean more than you intend.

Warning: 18+ content, general nsfw, toxic, obsessive behavior, self deprication

The song in this fic is below, they're an awesome band:

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He felt nervous. Rereading his lyrics, he was sure nothing directly referenced you. But what if you suspected him? Maybe you noticed his lingering eyes. Or the way his breath quickened when your thigh briefly touched his. He was always so obvious, damn it! And yet, you still stayed with him. That had to mean something…?

You looked over the new notes Elphael had provided for you. Your eyes flew over the lyrics and a small smile grew upon your visage.

Oh, Elph is really into someone! you thought. This idea excited you. He never acted particularly concerned with love. The topic always made him fidget, wanting to move on from it fast. It was nice to see that he was open to it now. You had tried to introduce him to people, you thought he’d like previously, but he never really showed any interest. You had decided to let the idea rest, it was his decision after all. But now, wow! The raw emotion in the words, this had to be something!

Elphael watched you from afar, his face engulfed in heat. You would figure it out. You surely would.

You started tuning your guitar, practicing your parts quietly. The curtains muffled the patron’s loud conversation in the bar behind it.

The drow let out a jittery sigh. You didn’t seem that bothered by the words, which calmed him slightly. He wasn’t ready to tell you, although his entire being ached to do so for an age. He instructed the other band mates on tempo changes and note enhancement to keep himself occupied. He dared not get too close to you, in fear of losing it.

It was time. The announcement had sound.

The curtains were raised. Elphael bowed to the patrons and the whole room blurred. He felt you close, which simultaneously calmed and terrified him. Taking a deep breath, he nodded and the band erupted in song.

He could hear faint squealing from some of the loyal fans at the front of the stage. They usually forced flowers or stupid notes into his hands, asking him on dates or leaving locations on where to meet them after the show. He never really cared for their flattery. You were all he thought about. And you hadn’t asked to meet him under a dank light after the performance. If you had...

The drow stood at the front, with you strumming wildly to the song he secretly dedicated to you. He opened his mouth and took another deep breath, starting to sing the words he longed to scream into your face:

Say you're mine, don't leave me hanging by myself

The band echoed in the background with the words: you make me lose my mind

Can't think of anybody else because every time you come around

Oh darling, all I want is you

Say you're mine, we'll get it right, get it right

(You make me lose my mind)

Got me going crazy every time

I've never played with fire

But I guess it's something about you-ooh

The band played the interlude, the swelling of the music made his skin shiver.

Lately, I've been tryna find a way out of my shell

Reconcile my own emotions by myself

Stay alone and claim it's for my mental health

The band let out an excited note in unison. He heard you join in the harmony.

(Say you're mine)

He knew you were just singing with him. But hearing those words from you sent chills down his scarred spine.

Don't leave me hanging by myself (you make me lose my mind)

Can't think of anybody else because every time you come around

All I want is you-ooh

Say you're mine! Got me going crazy every time I've never played with fire, but I guess there's nothing I can do

The crowd errupted in applause once the song had ended. The fans at the front screeched when Elphael’s eyes flew over them, thinking he noticed them. In reality, he was trying to stop himself from looking back at you, gazing anywhere else, fearful of you having caught on. You swung your arm around his shoulder and bellowed cheers into his ear. You were happy for the grand execution of the song, but also that he showed such vulnerability.

You thought the growing indigo blush on his face was due to the excessive squealing from the patrons.

The applause faded as you and Elphael made your way to the bar, adrenaline still coursing through your veins from the performance. You ordered your usual drinks - a honeyed mead for yourself and dark ale for him. As you settled onto the worn wooden stools, you couldn't contain your excitement any longer.

"Elph, that song was amazing! I had no idea you could write like that," you gushed, eyes shining with pride for your friend. "It was so... raw and passionate. You must really be into someone."

Elphael's grip on his tankard tightened imperceptibly. He forced a casual shrug, taking a long swig of ale to buy himself time. "It's just a song," he mumbled, not meeting your gaze.

What if you could read him now?

But you weren't about to let it go so easily. "Come on, you can tell me! Who is it??? Is it someone I know?” You pushed your elbow into him, teasing. Elphael’s stomach dropped at your touch and couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. He was a bit ticklish; you knew this.

“It’s a secret…”, he uttered sheepishly. You sat so close to him, your leg was practically on his. He didn’t dare look anywhere, but straight ahead, since his face was already an unusual shade of blue.

You turned towards him and took another big gulp of your drink. Your eyes squinted as you thought long and hard about who it could be. Elphael talked to the kitchen staff a lot. Could it be one of them? Or was it someone outside the inn?

“Come on…”, you purred, leaning closer to him. Elphael’s eyes turned to you. If he moved his head, your lips would touch. Should he do it and pretend it was an accident?

He pondered this too long, you had already moved your face away to make room to swing your arm around him again.

“You can tell your old bud!”, you beamed at him.

Elphael chuckled, mostly to mask his annoyance at the word “bud”.

His mind raced, searching for a way out of this predicament. He couldn't tell you the truth, but he didn't want to lie outright either. His gaze darted around the tavern, desperately seeking inspiration.

"Alright, alright," he conceded with a sigh, his gravelly voice barely audible over the din of the bar. "There is... someone."

Your eyes lit up with excitement, and Elphael felt a pang in his chest. They sparkled like starlight, partly why he was so enthralled by you. You were waiting for him to continue and the drow shook his head slightly to concentrate.

"I met them a while ago, during one of our…shows," he began, weaving truth and fiction together. "They have this... presence about them. It's hard to describe. When they walk into a room, it's like everything else fades away."

Elphael paused, taking another swig of ale to steady himself.

“When I hear their voice, it makes me go crazy. I could never tire of it. And they are…”, he looked at you briefly, studying your features in seconds, “absolutely stunning. In every way."

You were clapping your hands in excitement, delighted at this information. You had always wished Elphael would find someone, because you truly felt he deserved all the love in the world.

“That’s amazing, Elph!”

The drow felt another sweet twinge at the sound of his nickname. He adored it.

“Well, have you told them? Are you going to tell them? Are they here?!?!” You turned around and looked frantically from one end of the bar to the other, trying to spot the person Elphael could be describing.

You were so cute. But he wanted you to look at him.

He put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you to face the bar again.

“Stop staring at strangers…”, he laughed, but there was a distinct assertiveness in his voice. Your attention belonged to him.

You turned back to face Elphael, your eyes blinking at his sudden change in tone. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," you said softly. "I'm just so excited for you! Have you told them how you feel?"

Elphael's grip on his pint tightened, his knuckles turning a paler shade of lavender. He stared into the dark depths of his ale, as if seeking answers in its murky surface. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, rough with emotion.

"I... I can't. I don't deserve them. They're too good, too pure. And I'm..." he trailed off, his free hand clenching into a fist on the bar top.

You leaned in closer, your brow furrowed with worry. "You're what, Elph?"

He could smell the perfume you wore. It drove him insane. You always smelled so fucking good. He paused to breathe it in more.

You tilted your head slightly.

“...A piece of shit! Obviously! I’m disgusting. The things I’ve done, thought about…Gods I can’t even utter what I imagine sometimes. No one wants someon- something like me. An ugly, poor drow that whores himself out for money. Debased and damaged." He pointed sharply at the deep scar on his face.

"They could never want me. They are…”, he didn’t want to look at you, but your radiance pulled his grey eyes towards you, “just so damn perfect…”

Your eyes widened in shock at Elphael's harsh words. You grabbed his arm, forcing him to face you.

"Elph, what in the hells! When will you stop saying such terrible things about yourself?"

He stared at you and his forlorn eyes always made you feel an immense amount of sympathy. There was such a vast glimmer of loss within them, something was constantly eating at him.  

You turned on your stool to face him fully, your knees brushing against his thigh.

"Listen to me," you said firmly, your voice low and intense. "You are not disgusting. You are not ugly. You are one of the most beautiful people I know, inside and out."

Your fingers traced the constellations tattooed on his arm, making him tense up.

"Just look at you. These paintings tell a story of survival, beauty and strength. Showing how much you've overcome." You cupped his face gently, thumb brushing over the scar that marred his cheek. "And this? This just makes you look dashing and mysterious."

Elphael's breath caught in his throat at the intimacy of your touch, his skin tingling where your fingers drifted over his face. He screamed internally, resisting the urge to pull you into a deep, hungry caress. To throw you onto the bar top and hover over you, pressing himself between your legs: the thought made his body vibrate.

“You're one of the most handsome people I know, honestly! Do you not see how many people throw themselves at you?"

You pointed at the group of fans, huddling together, staring in anguish at the back of the drow’s head. He kept his gaze on you.

Your hands fell from his face and you gripped the drow’s hand that was clawing the side of the bar intensely.

"Your music touches people's souls," you insisted, your voice yanking him back to the present. "The way you play, it's like... it's like you're weaving magic with every note. And your voice? Gods, Elph, when you sing, it's like the whole world stops to listen."

You squeezed his hand, your eyes boring into his.

"And you're so kind and gentle. That person is so damn lucky to have you care for them. I love the way you comfort me… it always lifts me up!”

Your face was so close to his.

Elphael's heart thundered in his chest, your words echoing in his mind. The tavern around you seemed to fade away, leaving only you - your earnest eyes, your soft hands still clasping his, the intoxicating scent of mead on your breath. He wanted to believe your words, to let them sink into his very being and wash away years of self-loathing. But more than that, he wanted to crush his lips against yours, to taste the sweetness of your mouth and feel the warmth of your body pressed against his.

His gaze flickered to your lips. What if...what if your words meant more than friendship? The possibility sent a jolt of electricity through his body. Maybe, just maybe, you felt the pull between you too. Maybe you'd been waiting for him to make a move all this time.

He felt his body move without command.

Elphael leaned in slowly, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure you must hear it. The din of the tavern faded to a dull roar as his focus narrowed to your lips, slightly parted and glistening from your drink. He could feel the warmth of your breath mingling with his own. This was it - the moment he had dreamed of for so long.

His eyes fluttered as he closed the final distance between you. He imagined how soft your lips would feel against his, how you would taste of honey and mead. His hand moved up to cup your cheek, fingers trembling slightly as it traveled upwards.

Just as he was about to make contact, a thunderous crash rang out from across the tavern. Your head whipped around instinctively towards the source of the noise, leaving Elphael's lips to barely brush against your cheek. The movement startled him and he twitched upright, swallowing hard at the shock of how close he had just been.

You were still looking over at the tumult, some people were fighting loudly. You turned to him briefly and smiled, completely unaware what almost just happened. You thought he had just been swaying weirdly from the alcohol. You leaned over the back of your stool and watched as the barmen pulled a group of ruffians away from the other roudy troop. Evidently, there had been some kind of disagreement while gambling.

You sighed and shook your head at the idiocy.

“See, Elph. This is the level of morons that exist in this world. You are much better than any of them combined. Don’t beat yourself up like that.” You patted his shoulder with gusto. The sudden friendly body language made Elphael’s world spin, when you were just so intimately intertwined.

So close.

But this meant something. You wanted him, too. Surely.

The night went on with you joining the other band members to drink a few rounds. Elphael stayed at the bar, replaying the scene in his head over and over again.

Maybe if he told you the truth,…or tried again?

What would your reaction be?

[harmonysanreads]

Do you have any yandere blogs to recommend?

Oho, you just gave me an excuse to fangirl >:) I took my time with this ehe

Note : You might already know some of these blogs if you've been in the yandere genshin community for some time but here we go! Please read their dni/byf/rules before you decide to follow or interact with them, too.

@ddarker-dreams [Yandere multi-fandom]

If it wasn't for Miss Lock's writings I probably would still misunderstand the yandere genre lol, she just makes it AN ART. You can tell how much effort she puts into her work, too! She makes me want to both be an obedient housewife towards the characters and to strangle them ;—; Her Deep Sea is such a masterpiece—I've literally never seen THIS much cultural accuracy in any fanfic and it inspired me to do my own research, too!

@yandere-romanticaa [Yandere multi-fandom]

The face of Yandere Tumblr tbh. Her works always make me end up hanging by the brainrot cliff for days and even WEEKS lmao and I respect her so so so much for helping smaller blogs <333

@bye-bye-sunbird [Yandere Genshin Impact]

The legend, the pioneer of The Capitano Agenda™️!! I personally really love her Spoil of War series — somehow, she makes me think twice about characters I wouldn't have otherwise given much thought towards. (*cough* osial *cough*)

@glimmeringtwilight [Yandere Genshin Impact]

There's just— I can't quite explain it but their writing is just so beautiful??? They can take some of the simplest stuff and execute in such a demure manner o.o

@shumidehiro [Yandere multi-fandom]

I'm a big fan of her Yan!Pantalone works, the way she writes him is so charming<3

@chococolte [Yandere Genshin Impact, sagau]

Her Yan!Al haitham works are something else honestly, easily intensifies my alhaitham brainrot.

@jessamine-rose [Yandere multi-fandom]

Complexity through simplicity, she'll easily charm you with her writing. She loves tender but twisted endings and executes them wonderfully through her works. Her Harbinger fics are absolutely phenomenal. I have immense respect for not only her magical prose, but also the fact that she can write so much about characters with little to no screentime xD

@yestrday [Yandere multi-fandom]

10/10 AUs! Very easy to follow but delectable nonetheless<3

@amarias-yandere-genshin [Yandere Genshin Impact]

They've been offline for some time now, I believe, but I still recommend checking them out! They've got some really good content

@moyazaika [Yandere Original]

They create some of the most jaw-dropping, heart-stealing Yandere ocs and their prose can easily keep you hooked. My personal favorite is their Yandere!King OC. I must say, Genie writes fear really well <3

@teabutmakeitazure [Yandere multi-fandom]

If I had to recommend one writer who could transform someone into a Childe simp, it'd be her. She comes up with the most creative and delicious brainrots that keep me up at night <3 I particularly admire the way she weaves dialogues :> Her Magenta Die, Cyan Bullet series for Yan!Aventurine is a masterpiece!

@wishluc [Yandere multi-fandom]

I find the reflection of ‘brevity is the soul of wit’ in their writing — how they express so much in such short drabbles is beyond me. Her Yandere!Lilia works are my favorite :>

@throwaway-yandere [Yandere multi-fandom]

Reading Ansy's works is like watching a cool science experiment unfold (I'm not joking). From absolutely show-stopping fics to a literal game — they can do it all. I feel incredibly fortunate to be able to read their works for free <3

@vivalabunbun [Yandere Genshin Impact]

Their works are literal adventures, there isn't a single fic by them that I haven't liked. If I had to recommend one writer that can make you fall in love with Alhaitham, it'd be them! Their writing style is straightforward and easy to follow but it manages to touch the heart in such a way that there is a good chance you'll never forget what you've read. I have nothing but praises for them <3

@yandere-wishes [Yandere multi-fandom]

Incredibly magical writing style and a very creative person! Her Do Not Weep Hydro Dragon and Analysis On The Damsel In Distress Trope are my favorite works!

@penguinlop [Yandere Genshin Impact]

Absolutely scrumptious writing, the themes and motifs that are intertwined in her works will leave a lasting impression on you as well. My personal favorite fic by them is Ignorance Is Bliss !

@mayullla [Yandere multi-fandom, original]

She has an amazing glossary of works for both different fandoms and Yandere Ocs! Writing style is flowy and you can tell she's always experimenting with something new <3

@brynn-lear [Yandere multi-fandom]

Their works will never bore you, I guarantee it. Aside from their absolutely delectable writing style, they also do illustrations! Their Who Drank It? game is a must-try. I feel like one of these days, I'll see them on the app store lol

@dottiro [Yandere Genshin Impact]

Her Hide & Seek is such a unique work! She took such an interesting concept, successfully integrated it with Yandere!Dottore and turned it into something so hauntingly alluring. I've never read something like this before.

@stickyspeckledlight [Yandere multi-fandom]

Now this one will scratch the brain in a certain way and leave imprints for a long time. Her Destroyed Onset series for Yandere!Aventurine is a jaw-dropping piece. It'll confuse you, amuse you, bewilder you and you'll like it.

@ataraxiaspainting [Yandere multi-fandom]

Aya's Icarus and The Chauffeur fics are my absolute favorites! The writing is extremely catchy, keeps your attention hooked and you can really feel the writer's control of everything through the word-play. In Icarus she takes the classic bird-captor analogy and spins into something remarkable and in The Chauffeur she paints the dire circumstances of reader so splendidly!

There are many other talented blogs out there, of course. These are just the ones I'm most familiar with :>

Last Updated : September 3, 2024

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

Result from the Google Form (part 1/x)

'The Exile' by Pheo

Okay,, there is a lot of reasons why I ABSOLUTELY adore The Exile!! First of all, it is particularly long and since I am a fast reader, nothing really takes me more than a day to read, but The Exile is perfect for a long read! There are lots of stats and different scenarios to come across that, literally, make every playthrough unique. I also love how dark and gritty it is, I would just keep the content warnings in mind!!

Triaina Academy

i can be a tsundere, stoic or just sort of an asshole and still get the ro falling in love with me without having to act flirty or charming or being a very nice person, also the flavor text and the backgrounds of the MC, and that one yandere RO, plus the worldbuilding

In the cards

i liked where was the drama going, idk it just stick up

When Twilight strikes

The plot and whole mistery behind our boss kidnapping and that one RO suspected to be involved somehow, omg such a tsundere pookie bear, plus some of the action scenes are mesmerzing

Speaker

because it was the first IF i ever played and it opened a whole new world to me

Super System: Monster Evolution

first isekai IF i played and actually liked it

[mamamittens]

Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Pt. 11)

Platonic Whitebeard Crew & Reader-Insert

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Warnings: Yandere behavior (somehow I think I managed to loop Teach into it now too, so congrats, you've charmed a bastard man). If you find yandere content uncomfortable, please do block the tag 'oh sweet child of mine' as well as any relevant variations to 'one piece yandere'.

Do not tolerate this behavior in real life.

Stay safe and have fun!

If my mental math is correct, I should finish this in 4~ish more chapters. So we're nearing the end!

Also, surprisingly sympathetic take on Teach's backstory, didn't know I had it in me. This is assuming the fan theory that he's from a winter island and was with Whitebeard since he was young, btw.

Word Count: 2,099

Teach grinned as his new crew set the sails to leave the small island he’d recruited them from. Dawn was just breaking and he wanted to make good time—just in case he already had tails from his old crew. He wasn’t entirely sure how much of a head start he had given the rush he was in to ensure Thatch didn’t eat the fruit. Decades looking for it and he nearly lost his chance again.

He adjusted your limp body under his arm for a moment, enjoying the palpable feeling of his power increasing from the contact. The shadows seemed to writhe hungrily at his senses, eagerly awaiting his command in a way they simply didn’t without you. You… well, you were a bit of last minute surprise as well. Sure, in theory, he could just take your fruit but he wasn’t confident it would work the same way. And he couldn’t risk wasting it if it didn’t. Besides, you’re the perfect bait.

He has the power. He has the plan. Now he just needs the reputation to become the Pirate King. And what better way than taking down his old crew one at a time? Sowing chaos to fracture them until Oyaji is too weak to stand against him and properly claim rise to his lofty goals as ‘Blackbeard’. Killing Thatch would certainly get someone on his ass, though he was torn between commanders as to who it could be. Izo was sore enough about losing old friends, and Marco may feel responsible as first mate. But Ace—well, he was a spitfire at the best of times and his old commander to boot.

Taking you was sort of like kicking the hornet’s nest. While also becoming even more powerful in a single move. How could he not do it?

The minor issue of ensuring you never have a chance of squirming away was easily solved with a bit of chain. It’s not like you were particularly strong, though you were smart enough to not do anything too risky—which he appreciated really. Though he’d prefer you sticking around willingly if only to not have to carry you every time you fell asleep.

Teach chuckled a little to himself as he returned to his newly minted quarters. You were wearing down pretty fast the longer he was ‘on the run’. No real chance to properly rest or recuperate from what must be a stressful situation—for you at least. If he neglected to feed you every now and then it only helped ensure you were weaker than before. Who knows, he might not even need the chain if this kept up.

Teach set you down on the sparse bed, unhooking his end of the chain to secure it to the latch on the wall. It wasn’t like he was going to use the bed himself. He paused a moment to watch as you curled up against the wall, completely dead to the world.

Heh. Cute.

He didn’t get why Oyaji recruited the way he did. Pretending to be a big family when they were actually just a band of pirates taking what they wanted. Too soft for a man with the strength to do anything he desired. Too many vulnerabilities. But every so often he thought he understood it… a little. Late night parties with lighthearted competition. Long running arguments about inane subject that both parties are a little too invested in to be serious.

Teach reached down and removed your glasses, examining the cracked lens. Bending it in the light to watch it refract as he considered your position. His prisoner and, technically, first mate. Though he wouldn’t be having you fight—not that he’d trust you to fight for him right now. He had the absolute upper hand over you. Chose to stay his hand. Because you had use to him.

He heard you shudder a little and paused, setting the thick glasses down. You were cold—weak body sensitive to the relative chill in the room. Unbidden, he remembered long, cold nights on his home island in the snow. Powerless and unsure if he’d survive to see daylight again.

Until Oyaji found him. A small, frail part of his chest ached at the memory. The sheer relief that he was safe now. His next meal guaranteed at no cost. No more cold, lonely nights. Even now, he calls him that. Oyaji. Despite fully planning to kill him. The idea didn’t conflict in his head. It was simply the way of things. Old replaced by the new. What higher respect could he pay his father-figure than personally ensuring his demise to further his own prospects? To step out of the shadows and get rid of one of the few people alive that can remember the sad, pathetic child in the snow?

Perhaps this strange sense of sentiment was his own, personal weakness. Crafted by a man too weak of heart to truly conquer the seas.

Teach shrugged off his coat, laying it over you gently. Chuckling when you stopped trembling.

He was a pirate. He could indulge in whatever vice he wanted… though perhaps cautiously. It wouldn’t do to deride Oyaji for something he, himself, was guilty of in excess.

He didn’t get why Marco took you. Why Oyaji agreed to take you in. Well, aside from your devil fruit. But the soft glove approach smacked of weakness given your surprisingly stubborn refusal.

But the slow, rolling satisfaction that settled in his chest knowing that he made sure you weren’t cold… he thought he could understand Oyaji a little better now. Why he kept picking up strays everywhere he went so indulgently in the same way he’d sneak sips of good booze when the nurses weren’t looking.

It was a strange, frail sort of pride to partake in. Pride at providing. But Teach learned at Oyaji’s knee to take enjoyment from the little things in life.

Besides, it wasn’t like you could sell him out or take advantage of what scraps he gave you. As long as you behaved, he supposed there was no problem in these small gestures of kindness. So long as you never forgot your place, that is.

--*--

Luffy laughed, loudly and with glee as his older brother teased his crew. He was so proud of the people he’d recruited so far and wanted Ace to see what he did. Those bright, beautiful sparks that drew Luffy like a moth to flame. The spark that Ace himself had since they were children that only grew since they parted. Ace was still hurt, a little broken inside, but it had healed since they last met.

“Why are you here, anyhow?” Nami asked, “I thought Whitebeard mostly stuck to the New World?” Ever inquisitive, Luffy’s smile widened at how clever his navigator was. Ace scowled, tipping his head towards the man he brought with him.

Pineapple. Well, Ace called him ‘Marco’ but obviously Pineapple was better. Tall and blond with bright blue eyes—achingly reminding him of Sabo but different enough that Luffy could barely see the ghost of his other brother.

“We’re tracking down a traitor. He tried to kill one of our own and kidnapped another.” Pineapple scowled with dark eyes. Luffy’s crew was shocked—giving Luffy the impression that this was an even bigger deal than he first thought.

“A nakama-killer? Who?” Ussop asked breathlessly, “What kind of monster would make it out from a Yonko ship after that?!”

“Teach.” Ace hissed in a way that reminded Luffy of the few times he said Bluejam or Celestial Dragon. Fire flickering between his teeth. “He goes by ‘Blackbeard’ now. Promise me if you run into him you won’t fight him, Lu. He nearly killed Thatch. You’re not strong enough to fight him yet.”

Luffy made a noise of surprise, both at Ace’s words and the name.

“Hey, didn’t we already run into him?” Zoro asked, glancing at Luffy for confirmation. Luffy remembered the weird pirate well. Poor taste in food and rude as hell.

“Yeah, we did actually. Weird guy with a weird laugh. With the tired four-eyes.” The two looked at Luffy sharply. “I almost got in a fight with him but he weirded me out.”

“Tired four eyes?” Ace asked with a pissed off expression. Luffy felt a small twinge of guilt for not helping the stranger at the time, but something inside him whispered ‘not yet’.

“Yeah. They were connected with a chain. Thought he had a slave or something but Nami said it wasn’t quite right.” Luffy explained. Nami nodded, tensing slightly as the two looked at her for more answers.

“Well, usually slaves just have the collar. And he didn’t make any demands or order them around. They just had to… follow him. He even yanked them by accident and apologized. Most slave owners don’t bother with that.” Nami huffed.

Luffy pouted. They looked promising. He even felt… weird when they were around. Like he was stronger somehow. His heart like a steel drum in his chest. Like he felt when he was around his nakama. But they lacked a… spark. Like they lost it and Luffy didn’t know how to give it back. Almost tried anyway but his crew stopped him.

He hoped that next time they found that spark again. He’d love to have them on his crew.

Ace nodded.

“We’re getting close, at least. Hopefully we’ll catch up to them soon. Who knows, we might be able to introduce you guys properly!” Ace grinned, the edges a little sharp like he was suggesting dine-in-dashing when they were kids and hunting crocodiles was too much of a hassle. Luffy grinned.

“I wanna meet them again! Hey! Hey! Ace, do you think they’d join my crew?” Luffy cackled when Pineapple and Ace jolted at the question. Ace narrowed his eyes, clicking his tongue with a thin smile.

“Oi! Don’t go stealing from my crew, you little shit!” Ace hooked his arm around Luffy’s neck stretching it out as he gave Luffy a noogie through his hat.

Luffy squirmed, crying out at the unfairness.

“Ack! Aaaaccee~! They look cool. Though really tired! I promise to take good care of them! Ace!” Luffy complained. Arms failing uselessly as Ace kept him pinned in place. “Ace!”

Luffy’s crew watched with wide eyes as Pineapple smirked from his spot against the wall.

Okay, that felt a little like Sabo.

--*--

You looked out at the growing island, Banaro, chain wrapped around your waist so it wouldn’t drag across the deck. You knew that Teach would come over shortly to reattach it to his bracelet. For the past couple of months, he’d given you relative freedom while at sea and restricting your movement once they got close enough to an island. For the most part, you’d been avoiding the crew, which Teach encouraged.

Probably to make sure you didn’t get any outside help, not that you felt confident you would have received any if you’d asked.

The closest chances to escape you’ve noticed was the revolutionary early into your capture with Teach and Straw Hat—surprisingly. Not that you think Teach knew that.

Though the occasional spotting of a sea king was also promising, Teach had them firmly sail in whatever direction was away from potential pods. Kill joy.

Anyway, it wasn’t that Straw Hat was stronger than Teach, he was definitely a bit too green to manage it given Teach’s decades at sea.

But… that devil fruit of his.

It called out to you. Boundless as the horizon. A drumbeat that vibrated your soul. A call to… something. Something just out of your reach. And you had the sense that if you had only known what that ‘something’ was, Straw Hat would have thrown hands the minute he saw you.

The pirate seemingly breathing in sync with his fruit, only held back by how weak he was currently. Which was a strange thing to sense. Usually fruits were just not utilized well. They didn’t typically hold such obvious power that the user simply was unable to access it at that time.

It felt elastic. Snappy and twisting in a way that you found delightful. Made you want to laugh without even hearing what he was saying.

You smiled a little. Strangely optimistic for the first time in a long time.

Pirate King, huh?

… Somehow, you felt as though Straw Hat Luffy would shake the world. And despite being a ex-marine, you looked forward to it.

Hopefully, you’d be in a position to see it for yourself.

[venus-haze]

Fame (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Summary: Getting your start among the dozens of other fresh-faced teeny boppers in the 1950s, you expertly navigate your career through the decades, the only one remaining in public consciousness and on the charts–apart from Elvis. With yet another single at the top of global charts, you’re long past that part of your career, hardly thinking about the man who was long ago considered your biggest rival, until you run into him unexpectedly at a party, and he makes it his business to make sure he’s always on your mind.

Note: This is based on an anonymous request and also David Bowie’s song Fame. Reader is gender neutral and no specific descriptors are used. Paragraphs in italics indicate flashbacks. This is set in the 70s because that’s just the vibe I got from the song, and I wanted to write a reader who was more of the aloof and superficial type of celebrity who only tolerates the fanfare and is more interested in the money and lifestyle. Do not interact if you are under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: This is a yandere fic, so expect dark themes such as obsessive and manipulative behavior, stalking, abuse of power, and some elements of victim blaming, which some people may find disturbing or triggering. Do not interact if you are under 18.

Leaving clubs and parties was one of your least favorite things to do, not because the night was over, but because somehow word would inevitably get out that you were there, and weirdos would hangout at every exit just to catch a glimpse of you. Perhaps they wouldn’t care as much if you weren’t so private and aloof, mostly inaccessible to the masses, but you weren’t about to pretend you wanted to see any of them. Almost as soon as you opened the door to a service exit, hoping to leave undetected, you cringed at the sound of a girl practically screeching as soon as she saw you.

Putting on a forced smile, you hastily signed some of the things shoved your way with nothing more than your initials as you pushed through the small crowd to get to the limo that was waiting for you in the street. You were particularly horrified when a man collapsed at your feet, even more so when you realized he wasn’t moving. Of course, as soon as you flagged someone down to call an ambulance for help, the man stirred, throwing his arms around your legs to keep you in place. Enraged at his audacity, you barely managed to kick him off of you before your chauffeur came to your rescue, guiding you into the limo and locking the doors before anyone got the bright idea to try to join you.

Thankful the windows were tinted, you didn’t bother hiding your disgust as you sneered at the fans banging on the side of the car. You could never imagine debasing yourself like that, going so crazy over someone you didn’t even know. Hell, sometimes you hardly gave a damn about people you did know. From Hollywood to London, you’d earned your icy reputation over the years, and it served you well. People who you didn’t want bothering you left you alone, and those you wanted to talk to considered it an honor when you approached them.

The drive back to your hotel was uneventful, and as you dragged yourself into your room, you figured you probably shouldn’t have gone out that night since you’d be flying from Los Angeles to Las Vegas the following day for a party some friends were throwing. You planned to stay the weekend and then fly out to New York to record a promotional interview for a late night talk show. 

You were at least able to sleep on the flight from LA to Vegas, and slept off the previous night’s party in your hotel room before having to prepare for the next party. There were times earlier in your career when you could party for days on end with limited sleep, but now you had to be choosier about when you partied and who you partied with. The friends who were throwing the party you were getting ready for never disappointed in the past, so you figured it’d be worth attending. In all honesty, you hadn’t bothered to ask who would be there, but you figured some worthwhile people would be available to chat over drinks or whatever else was being served.

The penthouse apartment wasn’t far from your hotel, but as much as you would have enjoyed walking up the street to the party, there’d be no way to do so without the ten minute stroll turning into an hour-long ordeal as you’d be inevitably mobbed the second someone noticed you. Sometimes you wondered if all of those people even cared about you or your career, that it was just the excitement of being around a celebrity that they were interested in–the photo, the autograph, the story, whatever commodity they could get from you. That’s all you were to most people who weren’t famous; it’s why celebrities tended to stick to their own. Everyday people didn’t really get it, and you got to the point where you felt the most normal around other people whose lives were also undoubtedly abnormal from their fame and fortune.

To your relief, you recognized just about everyone at the party, which was full of familiar faces as your friends excitedly paraded you around at your arrival. There was one person, however, whose face you and just about everyone else on the planet were extremely familiar with, but you hardly knew the man personally. Still, when Elvis saw you, he greeted you like you were an old friend, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You hadn’t seen Elvis in person in at least a decade, the two of you briefly sharing RCA as a label for a few years in the ‘50s, but you were never that close to begin with. He was handsome as ever, though, as he’d undoubtedly matured over time. There was still a familiarity about him as he shared how much he enjoyed your latest single. You hadn’t kept up with his career, in all honesty, as being poised as rivals at the beginning of your respective careers left a sour taste in your mouth at the mere sound of his music for quite some time, but that was long behind both of you. He certainly didn’t seem to hold a grudge as he brought over drink after drink, sticking by your side for most of the night.

“It’s really nice to see ya again, Y/N,” he said when the party began to wind down. “Shouldn’t let it go so long without seein’ each other.”

You were taken aback, hardly considering Elvis a friend before, but the way he spoke, it was as if he’d known you far more intimately. “You know how busy schedules can be. Plus, I’m sure it’s hard for you to get away from Vegas.”

“You’re tellin’ me,” he muttered. “I got things worked out, though. I think we’ll be seein’ a lot more of each other.”

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you said, figuring the alcohol was to blame for his odd behavior. 

“So, how much longer are you gonna be in Vegas for? Maybe you could come to my–”

“I’m flying back to New York tomorrow, or today, actually,” you said, rambling about the late night show interview and other promotional engagements that you’d be busy with for the rest of the week.

“Sounds great,” he said. “Never was much for New York, though. You still live there, don’t you? Near Central Park?”

“West 71st, yeah, I can’t believe you remember that,” you laughed. “Same apartment for all these years. Well, same building, bigger apartment.”

“Ever consider movin’?”

“Sometimes, maybe for privacy, but I love being close to everything. Nothing beats the nightlife there.”

When you bid him goodnight at four in the morning, you’d tripped over your own feet and into his arms, and you made a weak joke about definitely needing to head out. You thought it was kind of him to walk you to the car waiting for you outside, even going as far as distracting the fans who had congregated outside of the apartment building, talking with them and signing autographs as you were spirited back to your hotel.

Unbeknownst to you, Elvis had taken your answer of ‘sometimes’ and ran wild with the slight indication that you weren’t happy with where you lived. Privacy, as you’d emphasized, could certainly be afforded to you at Graceland, nightlife be damned. There was plenty of nightlife in Memphis. You’d get used to it in no time, he was sure of it.

Of course, you felt right at home when you returned to your apartment, never taking for granted how nice it was to sleep in your own bed and not have to travel far to record music or go on talk shows. Everything was so close, so convenient. You could hardly consider living anywhere else. You didn’t have much time to enjoy being at home before you had to leave for your talk show engagement. 

The show in particular was one you’d been on at least half a dozen times before, the host usually asking you softball questions that gave you the perfect opportunity to charm audiences and sell them on your latest music. You looked over the list of questions presented to you while getting your makeup done before going on, gazing over them before approving with a quick nod. 

You stood backstage, waiting for your cue to go on. As soon as you heard the host announce your name and the house band begin to play, you walked out, the friendly yet distant smile you’d perfected over the years painted on your face to the fanfare of the studio audience. The host greeted you with a handshake, and you sat down in the chair next to his desk.

“Y/N, every time you’re on here, ratings go through the roof,” he said. “You’ve been in the business for 15 years now, and people can’t get enough of you.”

You smiled, that much was true. By keeping your personal life as private as possible, the air of mystery surrounding you was magnetic. You were never a celebrity with a lot of drama attached to you, so whenever you did much of anything, people waited with bated breath to see what was going on.

The interview was going smoothly, until, oddly enough, the host brought up Elvis of all people. His comments and jokes confused you, though the audience seemed to be in on it. 

“What are you getting at?” you asked.

“You can’t fool us now, Y/N. The people at home are dying to know the details, how long have you been dating Elvis Presley?”

Suddenly, you felt like you were fresh in your career again, when you could hardly get through an interview without someone mentioning Elvis. Your chest tightened upon being presented with the photos, which you had no doubt would be blown up for home audiences so that they too could see you chatting up Elvis, drinking with him, and finally cornering him for what looked like a passionate kiss. 

You weren’t sure how to respond, not expecting the normally friendly host to divert from the pre-approved questions that he was supposed to be asking. A million thoughts ran through your mind, including how you didn’t notice any cameras around or how the hell you could convince people it wasn’t what it looked like. There was no point in trying to deny it, especially not on the spot like that. 

“I don’t kiss and tell,” you answered coolly, hoping your bored expression would conceal your rage at being publicly humiliated. 

You blazed through the rest of the interview before storming into the green room, demanding a direct line to the International Hotel. Sure, the poor sap who was on the receiving end of your ire probably didn’t deserve it, but you wanted to make it clear that you weren’t going along with whatever Elvis was trying to pull. You wanted to laugh at the fact that you had felt bad for disliking him for so long. 

When you watched the interview later that night, you felt tears well up at how stupid you looked, from the photos to the host’s commentary after your interview. Who the fuck is he to do that to me? You made a mental note to never go on that talk show again, but most pressing was figuring out what was going on with Elvis. You had a busy schedule through the rest of the week, but you managed to move some things around so you could return to Vegas and confront him.

Even though you hadn’t publicized your intentions to go to the International Hotel that night, no one among Elvis’ entourage seemed particularly surprised to see you. In fact, it was almost like they were expecting you as you stormed past just about everybody to get to the man himself’s dressing room. Without so much as a knock, you barged in, all of the pent up anger and humiliation you’d felt the past few days coming to a boil upon seeing Elvis.

He was clearly unbothered as his face lit up upon seeing you enter. “Darlin’, what’d you think of the show?”

“Are you insane?” you raged, slamming your palm against the vanity. “I can deal with rumors, I’ve had plenty of rumors go around about me, but to stage photos that make me look like the instigator? I don’t know what your end game is, but I swear to god Presley–”

“C’mon, darlin’, after seein’ you the other night, I knew we should’ve been together from the start,” he said, too calm and collected for your taste considering how angry you were. “I’m just settin’ things right. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. Remember? At RCA’s New Year’s Eve party?” You didn’t show the recognition he’d hoped for, as he huffed when he had to elaborate. “1956 into 1957, you’d just released–”

“My debut album,” you whispered.

New York - December 31, 1956

There were definitely places you’d rather be spending New Year’s Eve than at RCA’s party, where even with the open bar you had to keep up appearances for the executives and their families in attendance. The party marked the end of a record-breaking year for the label as they brought on as many up-and-coming rock n’ roll musicians they could squeeze corny love songs and covers of covers out of. After a few weeks of well-charting singles, your debut album released to much fanfare and unprecedented sales–except for your label-mate, Elvis Presley. Even during interviews for your own damn album he somehow came up, and you had to do your best to politely steer the conversations back to your music. 

Rumor had it he would be at the party that night, but you hoped he wouldn’t show and steal the spotlight from you. While you liked getting attention from important people, signing autographs and taking photos with crying fans was the bane of your existence. By all accounts, Elvis seemed to relish in it, going out of his way for his fans in a way that seemed incomprehensible to you. You hated artists that tried to pull the humble act, finding it in poor taste. At the very least, his music was good and he was extremely easy on the eyes, you’d give him that much.

He did arrive about an hour later, much to your chagrin as the focus quickly shifted to him. You watched with contempt as everyone rattled off the exact same compliments to him that they’d been giving to you just moments before. Regardless of how handsome or talented he was, the last thing you were going to do was humiliate yourself by being a kiss-ass like the other RCA stars did, flocking to him as if being in his proximity would somehow make his success rub off on them.

You kept your cool as you nursed your drink and wandered around the party, making small talk with the other stragglers. All things considered, the as the night progressed, you were enjoying yourself, though you were wondering what your friends were getting up to at their New Year’s Eve party on the other side of Manhattan.

During a moment to yourself, someone called out your name from behind. You turned around, eyebrows raised as you watched Elvis eagerly make his way toward you. When he stood in front of you, he openly stared for a few moments before finally pulling himself together.

“Y/N, I’m sorry to bother ya. Someone mentioned you were here, and I had to find you,” he said. “I know you don’t know me, but I’m—“

“You don’t need to introduce yourself, Elvis. I’d have to live under a rock not to know you.”

A bashful smile appeared on his face. “I hope that’s a good thing. I swear I’m your biggest fan.”

“That’s what everyone says,” you joked.

Instead of the forced laughter you expected, his face grew serious. “Well, I mean it. There’s no one else like you.”

“Thanks,” you said, feeling the pressure of his intense gaze on you. “You too, you’re all anyone talks about.”

“I’m sure you’re tired of hearin’ about me.”

“It’s not you; I promise. I know it’s just weird marketing stuff, the posing us against each other and all that. I think RCA sells more albums that way.”

He nodded. “Good, because you really have a gift for music, Y/N. The last thing I’d want is for you to think I don’t support you.”

He seemed to be laying it on thick the more you spoke to him, and you wondered if it was his weird way of trying to strong-arm you into bed with him. You weren’t impressed with what you perceived as his desperation, especially considering how high up he was in the musical food chain, and came up with an excuse to prematurely end the conversation.

Somehow, you found yourself buzzed and alone during the inexplicably minute-long countdown to midnight. Sipping your drink of choice, you half-heartedly joined in while glancing around the room. Everyone already seemed to be paired up, not that you cared too much about a New Year’s Eve kiss, anyway.

3! 

You looked over at Elvis, who incredibly seemed to be on his own too.

2! 

It’s not like it would hurt anything if you went over and kissed him.

1! 

Pushing your way through the party-goers, you stumbled your way over to Elvis, grabbing his arm. As soon as the clock struck midnight, you sloppily pressed your lips against Elvis’ for a brief moment, giggling a bit at his stunned expression before throwing a wink over your shoulder as you walked away. 

You left the party not long after that, hardly remembering the kiss the following morning, and even less so as the years went by. The two of you crossed paths briefly at RCA events the following year, but then he got drafted and focused on acting when he got back. Around the same time, you broke your contract with RCA to switch labels and branch out in your music to keep up with the rapidly changing state of rock n’ roll. The two of you were hardly in the same social circles, to say the least.

In Elvis’ mind, however, the kiss was everything. You had kissed him, not the other way around, and as nostalgia clouded his memory, the incident became increasingly personal and intimate. A half-drunk peck on the lips had transformed over fifteen years into a profession of love accompanied by a passionate kiss. The reasons why you couldn’t be together would change from time to time, but he had convinced himself you were star-crossed lovers, communicating through songs and veiled comments in interviews. Once you realized this was how things were supposed to be, he was sure you’d calm down one way or another.

“That was fifteen years ago. I didn’t even remember it until just now,” you said. “If you’ve been that hung up on a New Year’s kiss, you need help.”

”It wasn’t just a New Year’s kiss, and you know it,” he argued.

“All I know is that you’ve lost your damn mind, and you better find it before I–”

“Before you what, Y/N? I’ve spent all this time lovin’ you, and it’s like you don’t even care.”

“Because I don’t care! I don’t even know you!” 

He’d been leaning against the wall for most of the conversation, but when he stood up to his full height, you felt yourself wither under his gaze as he approached you. He was no longer the starry-eyed boy you had met at the RCA party nor the rival you harbored resentment toward for a solid two years. No, he was a man with determination blazing in his eyes as he stood over you. If he was willing to stage photos and make sure everyone and their mother saw them, you couldn’t fathom what other lengths he would go to have you.

Still, you had stormed into his dressing room, guns blazing, and you certainly weren’t going to let yourself be run down so easily. You returned his gaze with an equally determined one as you straightened your posture. Neither of you wanted to be the one to fold, to break eye contact or the silence. All you could hear was your heart pounding as you stared at him, and though he folded first, you knew you lost when he nearly knocked the wind out of you by pulling you in for a kiss where you had to steady yourself with his shoulders so as not to fall over. You could hear a faint click behind you, and pushed away from the kiss you had yet to return.

“You’re sick,” you spat. “Do you seriously think I’d want to be with you after all of this?”

Provoking him wasn’t the best idea, considering how angry he looked when you pulled away, but you had to use what little leverage you had in the situation since he had you locked in with yet another photo, one far more damning than the others. He had far more emotional investment in the situation than you, though you now had so much at stake far more quickly than you expected.

He shook his head. “You know they say to never meet your heroes. Makes sense in your case, I swear I’ve never met anyone as full of themselves as you.”

“I have lawyers and PR people who’ll tear you to shreds–”

“For what? Kissing you?”

Your face fell as a smug smile appeared on his. No one cared if someone kissed you without asking. It wasn’t like it hadn’t happened before at public events or parties, and Elvis doing so in his dressing room after you had let yourself in certainly wouldn’t elicit sympathy from anyone. Your general persona was the antithesis of sympathetic, and you were too admittedly too proud to even try to portray yourself as a victim. He played you right into his hands, and for half a second you considered lunging at him.

You inhaled, unsure of how exactly you ended up in such a situation but determined to figure a way out of it. 

“I can be photographed kissing anyone, you know,” you countered, voice shaky as you tried to hold yourself together.

He scoffed in clear amusement, not at all the reaction you had hoped for. “I got you photographed doin’ a lot of other interestin’ stuff too, darlin’. It’s almost unbelievable what bein’ friendly and generous to a few paps will get you.”

Just as you were about to call his bluff, he grabbed a folder from the coffee table in his dressing room and began flipping through it, your stomach dropping as he held up each one, describing what you were doing and when, every photo more compromising than the next. Almost a year’s worth of your most personal life which you guarded so fiercely. It was more than enough to end your career, and you knew he probably had copies stashed all over the place. 

“What’s your plan then? We become fucking Sonny and Cher? They hardly even like each other,” you said, quickly realizing he had little to no rationality that you could appeal to. 

“I got it all figured out, darlin’. You just need some guidin’ in the right direction to get us back to where we used to be.”

There was no point in arguing with him that there never was an us or we to begin with, just a stupid New Year’s kiss you gave him at a party you didn’t even want to go to fifteen years prior. He probably already had a retort to every protest you could possibly hope to come up with, like the promotional engagements you had planned leading up to and after your newest album release, or the fact that you lived in New York and he in Memphis. Over the years, you’d receive truly disturbing pieces of fan mail from people you could only assume had been stalking you. You began to wonder if any came from him.

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[euniveve]

Rate your moots?

let me be honest I'm rating all my moots a million/10 because they are all amazing and talented and amazing BUT i will give you some "describe the moot/appreciate the moot" content if you dont mind. also I'm sorry to all my moots in advance because I will tag you ANYHOW LETS MOVE TO IT

@ainescribe = my very very first follower and moot in my first and current blog- ABSOLUTE GOD at writing angst (known as the angst queen for a reason) amazing writing style (the poetic artistry hello?) very very nice and sweet, is my gateway to genshinblr <3333333

@meritamiau = this is my beta, i love my beta very much, THEY ARE A GODSEND FRFR also their writing hello??? love it, got that poetic artistry going on, check out their ao3 lucworld, it is awesome (i honestly cant believe this amazing writer is my beta, still blows my mind fr)

@yuellii = *chef's kiss* writing (you guys need to read it) veteran writer, super sweet and nice, VERY VERY PRETTY BLOG (shapes and colours entertain me), her writing is like a box of chocolate, there is one for everyone (she is an everyone kind of writer, i really recommend her blog if you are a beginner)

@rainswept = HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THEIR BLOG? LAWD HAVE MERCY IT MAKE ME WANNA STARE AT IT FOR HOURS, they are THE lyney simp, multitalented, basically a prodigy, i wanna put them under a microscope and study them (affectionately)

@localplaguenurse = one of the reasons why i got into writing in the first place, first fic was inspired by his magnum opus (everyone who likes TPHD please thank the predecessor because LAWD ALMIGHTY IS AS GOLD AS THE GINGKO TREES ONE OF THE LEGENDARY ZHONGLI X READER MASTERPIECES OF ALL TIME), we don't talk a lot but is definitely an amazing dude (i can tell frfr), honestly if you are in ao3 go check him out he is an amazing writer fr

@silentmoths = on god write one of the best smut on this damn platform (minors don't interact with them I am watching you guys) ) their writing makes me say "ffs/pos *reads more*" yk what i mean? honestly she is an all-around cool dude and very nice too, one of my Star Rail friends, a cutie pie very nice person (i think i said that twice but that's okay)

@meimeimeirin = listen listen, if you want a zhongli fic/drabble/oneshot, this is the writer for you, it just LAWD HER BLOG IS THE ZHONGLI HEAVEN I'm telling you, i can just stare at her blog and be content with my zhongli cravings, she is THE zhongli writer fr, also one of the reasons i got into writing, particularly writing drabble &oneshots, anyhow check out her blog if you are a zhongli simp like me

@otomempress =(if you are a minor, don't interact with her) VERY NICE VERY CUTE VERY SWEET, ALSO DRAGON SIMP (like me) AND WRITE AMAZING WORKS (if you love wrio &neuvi you are eating good at their account fr) very fun person overall

@i23kazu/@yinyinggie = this cutie pie is also amazing at writing, VERY VERY NICE PERSON LIKE EXTREMELY NICE LIKE VERY SWEET i would like to bite them and they would probably taste like marshmallow sweet, owner of two beloved communities that are very well-known, very creative with their blog (remember tevyat airlines era anyone?)

@ansy-tea = if you like yandere... this is the writer for you. they write GOD LEVEL YANDERE FICS FR (that statue fic will forever haunt me/pos) also from their rbs i could tell they are a funny person

@ryuryuryuyurboat = VERY VERY NICE PERSON AND AN AMAZING WRITER TOO (tumblr please let them out of shadowban jail pls lawd)

@mhiieee, @dumbificat = i don't talk to them a lot HOWEVER i can tell that they are amazing writers and everytime they post a work I EAT IT UP GOOD frfr

@tanspostsblog = this is the og TPHD & TLRA fan, was their with me every step of the way, is there in every update, super supportive about everything LAWD IM GRATEFUL TO BE MOOTS WITH YOU TANS MUAH MUAH MUAH

notice how all my moots are amazing writers? yeah they are amazing writers, give them love everyone they deserve it muah muah muah

[sugoi-and-spice]

Do you have any bnha fic recs? Btw im such a sucker for ur bully dabi fic…. Hes so hawt

Thank you so much, I'm really glad you're enjoying it!! And oooooh, ok, this is fun lemme think.

Let's start with some Dabi fics.

I am absolutely obsessed with the Us series by @nohoney these days. All of their work is amazing, but this Dabi x Reader x Hawks series especially is just such a poignant, compelling, and (at time frighteningly) accurate representation of toxic relationships, depression, and drug use.

Loveless by Clashgirl07 is an amazing slow-burn with a really exciting and well-plotted AUish adventure. It still takes place in the hero world, but with a completely alternate story and timeline - SUPER fun! I can't even believe how talented this writer is for how young they are and I'm really excited to see what else they put out in the future.

oh you pretty thing and a bad day by an Anonymous writer who I would literally DIE to read more work by are so gd good. Very sexy and compelling mean Dabi x Reader x Shigaraki dubcon/noncon.

And now for fics and authors that are not Dabi-centric, but that I can never NOT recommend.

@shig-a-shig-ah has a really lovely Dabi one-shot, Full Circle. But the majority of their content is Shigaraki-centric and HOLY SHIT are they just a master at it. Addicted to Bad Ideas (In-Progress) and Paper Skin (Complete) are absolute masterpieces, and I'm also a particular fan of their one-shots Tutelage and Assistance - two noncon voyeur fics guest-starring All for One and Redestro respectively.

@nonobadcat also writes a lot of amazing villain content - including multi-chapter fics for underwritten characters like Mr. Compress and All for One. Their Shigaraki long fic A Taste of Your Own Venom is so well-plotted and has such an interesting MC, and it's currently left off in a really satisfying place. ^_^ A Blistering Affection is some A+ yandere Chisaki too.

GRIEFING by rotworld is the quintessential Shigaraki fic. It hasn't been updated since 2020, but I think it leaves off in a decently satisfying place and is always worth a reread imo.

[[save scum]] by @feral-creep is another masterpiece (damn, all you Shiggy stans are so talented xD). Super unique concept, great MC, and the beginnings of some sweet Dabi/Reader/Shigaraki action.

The Danger Next Door by @ratmonky is freaking chilling. AU Stalker!Shigaraki where they actually still have quirks! I'm not sure if they're planning on finishing this, but god, it's so compelling and creepy that I think it's definitely worth a read regardless.

That's what I got for now! There are so many stupidly talented writers in this fandom, particularly in our lovely little villain corner so this list is definitely not exhaustive, but I hope this gives you some fun new reads in the meantime!

[author-chan06]

Writing Requests

Requests: Closed

Fandom Categories:

Green Fandoms are ones I’m heavily/more involved in at the moment. These requests will be the most likely of the ones to get done first unless another prompt particularly inspires me.

Orange Fandoms are ones I’m still willing to write for, but am less into/involved in at the moment. These requests will be completed after the green fandom ones, unless there is a particular prompt that inspires me.

Red Fandoms are ones that I am not involved in at the moment. I will not write for these then, but if I don’t take them off the list, then that means I believe it is likely that I will eventually be open to writing for them again.

This post will be edited every two weeks so it’s accurate, and if you are unsure of when that is, at the bottom of this post it will tell the exact date and time of the last edit was done.

Fandoms:

Markiplier Egos

SCP Foundation

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Sanders Sides

Batman

Gravity Falls

Marvel

The Owl House

Hamilton

My Hero Academia

Haikyu!!

Naruto

General Knowledge:

Batman:

I have a general knowledge of big events that involve specifically Batman and Joker, and quite a bit about some of the Batfam (Dick, Tim, Jason, Damian, Barbara) but I am not fully up to date with everything, as that seems to be almost impossible, so do be specific about things that I might not know so I don’t do the requests wrong. I have read the first ever Batman comics (including many of the ones in Detective Comics), some of the World’s Finest Comics, Batman: Europa, The Killing Joke, Batman: Lovers & Madmen, and Batman Confidential #2. I also know about things like Death Of The Family, though I haven’t read it yet. I have watched The Dark Knight, some bits and pieces of Batman: The Animated Series, The LEGO Batman Movie, Season One Of The Harley Quinn Series, Joker (2019), The Suicide Squad, Birds Of Prey, and up to S3E14 of the Gotham TV show. I also know the basic idea of Telltale, and The Arkham series, have played some, and have written about them before.

This means that if you do not specify which Batman you want, I will use my own interpretation of their characters that I have gained from all of these sources and from some spectator fan content I’ve found as well.

Markiplier Egos:

I have watched Who Killed Markiplier?, Wilford ‘MOTHERLOVING’ Warfstache, DAMIEN, Markiplier TV, A Date With Markiplier, A Heist With Markiplier, DARKIPLIER vs ANTISEPTICEYE, The Fall of Slenderman, Five Nights At Freddy’s: The Interview, Warfstache Interviews Markiplier, Google IN REAL LIFE, Google IRL, Google Gets An Upgrade, Danger In Fiction, Hire My Ass, Ed Edgar Adoptallot’s Baby Bulk Buy, Super Infidelity, Worst News Doctor, King Of The Squirrels, all the Yandere Simulator Videos, all the older quick Ego appearances before the story line was established, all of the Jim Videos, and In Space With Markiplier. I have not watched the longer explanation videos but I have seen parts of them and heard others talk about them, so I know some of that information as well.

SCP Foundation:

Though I don’t read many of the files on the wiki I have read through SCP-049, SCP-682, and SCP-610. Most of my characterization and knowledge of these guys comes from Site 42’s YouTube, and SCP Explained on YouTube.

If you want anyone to act like they do in a certain story please either explain how they act or direct me towards the story. A link would be helpful if you are able, but it is not necessary.

Sanders Sides:

I have watched all of the videos in the Official Sanders Sides Playlist, including Asides. I have also watched Janus Plays Among Us, and quite a few of the old Vines and the new shorts with Remy and Andy, and will write for them as well.

Hazbin Hotel:

I have watched the Pilot, and all of Season One. I do not know much at all about the old comics and the like, but I know some things (like that Alastor and Mimzy were dating in that or that Angel and Vaggie were dating) and I would be willing to write a bit about it, but I would need those requests to be more specific to make sure I don’t get anything wrong.

Helluva Boss:

I have watched the Pilot, all of Season One, and all of Season Two that is out at the moment. I have also watched Hell’s Belles.

Gravity Falls:

I have watched all of Season One, and all of Season Two. I have a Journal 3, and know about the Cipher Hunt. I have watched all of the Game Theory videos about this series and know about all the codes and hidden stuff in the journal and in the series. I also know about the Axolotl, his riddle, and know about the Same Coin Theory that says that Stan and Bill are the same.

Marvel:

I’ve fallen out of recent iterations and the like, but I still do like these things. I’ve watched the Tobey Maguire Spider-Man Movies, the Andrew Garlfield Spider-Man Movies, The Ryan Reynolds Deadpool Movies, the Iron Man Movies, the Thor Movies, the Avengers, all the Guardians Of The Galaxy Movies, Black Panther, the Tom Holland Spider-Man Movies, Black Widow, and Loki. I know the gist, and have seen clips, of movies that are pivotal to the movies and the universe (like Civil War or Endgame) but I have yet to watch them, so I can reference them but not in a lot of specific detail.

The Owl House:

I’ve watched Season One, Season Two, and Season Three. I also know about its connections with other shows, so those can be referenced, but I don’t know a lot about some of the shows, so they would have to be smaller mentions.

My Hero Academia:

I’ve watched up to S3E7, My Hero Academia: Heroes Rising, My Hero Academia: Rescue! Rescue Training, and My Hero Academia: Training of the Dead. Though I haven’t watched or read them yet, I do know a lot of the pivotal or big moments that have happened (like the Dabi reveal or that Deku left UA, becoming a vigilante) I especially know about the “villains” stories, and could probably talk more in detail about them than the other characters.

Haikyu!!:

I have watched up to S2E14, and the Lev Appears! OVA. I know a lot of what happens in this later, from minor spoilers to very big ones (like I know that Karasuno gets to Nationals and I know that Oikawa and Hinata end up on the same team, Brazil, for a while before Oikawa moves onto playing for Argentina)

Naruto:

I have watched all of Naruto, and Naruto Shippuden. I even watched all the fillers. But I have not read the manga, nor have I read the novels, though I have heard about some of the things that they talk about (like Itachi’s lover and what happened between Sasuke and Sakura) I also haven’t watched The Last: Naruto The Movie, though I know what happens in it.

Hamilton:

I have watched the musical, and listened to the deleted songs. I also know quite a bit about the actual real life people, and know many of the ways that the musical was misleading or just wrong (especially with the King, as I know quite a lot about him because of my research)

Rules/Guidelines:

Do not request romantic ships with anyone younger than 8 with a teenager or an adult

Do not request smut for anyone younger than 14 with anyone, even with another kid/teenager

Do not request smut with any animal that is not sentient. Animals are fine so long as they are able to understand the world around them.

When making a request you are able to make it as specific or as vague as you want, but remember that the more vague you make it, the more likely I am to embellish things into it.

I will do Character X Reader, and Character X Character. I will not do Character or Reader X OC, because I do not think I will be able to do then well, and I would prefer to write for the characters that I already know and love.

When making a request tell me whether you want it to be platonic, queerplatonic, romantic, or sexual, and any other specifications of that kind. Whether there’s tertiary attractions that you want shown, or more than one type, etc…

When making a request tell me whether you want a fanfic, headcannons, or just a question answered. Or if you want it answered by me or by a character. If you don’t have a preference for what it is, let me know that too. I would hate to make the wrong thing for you, so let me know.

Fanfiction that is made will be cross posted onto AO3 unless you state that is something that you are not comfortable with. Headcanons and answered asks will stay on Tumblr only.

I do take anon asks/requests, though if you plan on asking multiple times please assign yourself a name of some sort.

If you request something off anon then when it’s done, I will tag you in it, unless you ask me not to, so you are sure to notified.

The Ships I Will Write For Are Here, minus the ships I will write for Markiplier Egos, SCP Foundation, Naruto, and for Haikyu!!, as I haven’t had the time to update it for those yet. But as long as I have a grasp of the characters, I’ll pretty much do any ship. Just ask me if you’re unsure, and I’ll let you know whether I’ll write it or not, probability that I will is high.

If I hit twenty requests I will close requests until I get then number back down to at least five and then will open them again.

I do queue things so expect your request to take from three days to about two weeks, depending on the already existing queue and my own personal life which can be busy.

I think that’s all for now! I look forward to all your requests! <222

The Last Edit Was On August 26th At 10:16pm

[takami-takami]

Heyooo! If I may, could I recommend some Dabi oneshots/fics/headcanons?? Or even just blogs, really, whichever works.

Ah, I'll do both, why not?

Just off the top of my head:

@malewifetouya runs a soft Dabi blog, meaning that there's no non-con/stalking/ Yandere stuff. It's fluff and smut, but the way Dabi is written is very soft and indulgent. She really explores the softer side that we could have had in the manga and anime, and kinda humanizes him. It's beautiful, really. Truly one of my favorites!

@dabisqueen writes soft stuff and dark stuff! I would honestly recommend her oneshot, 'Devil With Blue Eyes'. The way Touya/Dabi is written in that would be perfect for this cuckolding idea of yours! He's cocky, he's arrogant, but also soft for the reader. I know she recently uploaded a new oneshot called 'Virgin Call' but I haven't gotten around to reading all of it. From what I've read though, he's witty, he's quick, and the smut definitely delivers in that one!

@justanotherpersonwhohateslife has some Dabi headcanons on the Masterlist, and some of them are hilarious! The way Dabi is written is cocky, smug, and a bit of a tease, but it's all in good fun!

@dabislittlemouse is another good blog. (It has dark content, be warned) She writes fluff, smut, and angst, and Dabi is mostly portrayed as smug and confident, slightly cocky sometimes- just enough that you might feel slightly annoyed. But her writing is awesome!

@dabiboy has a Dabi section on the Masterlist, and it's a mix of fluff, smut and angst. There's also a bunch of texting story things, ranging from smut to fluff; I feel like those specifically would be great inspiration for writing his character for your idea, particularly the smutty ones.

(If I may, one of the texting stories involves cheating. That would be great inspiration for this idea of yours!)

I hope these recommendations help with you writing Dabi!

You're welcome bb, and have a good night 😁

Thank you for these, and I will post this for other people who want to check out those blogs and writers; however, I will not be reading them for idea inspiration!

I'm unsure if I've posted about this before, but I am not a fan of reading other people's works and writing my own works based off what I get from it; I think it shows, and people can tell. If you don't have a writer's consent, it can turn into ideological plagiarism fast.

When I said I was thinking about reading Dabi fics, it was to get a better idea of how he talks because I don't know his speech patterns for dialogue (which is why I omitted dialogue in one of my drabbles). But I realized quickly I should just rewatch the anime (even if it'll take time lol) if I want that information, or have a conversation with someone about it.

I want to be respectful of other writers on here and of their works, and their characterizations of Dabi as well. If that makes sense!

[yanderelmk]

Which of the royal yanderes (Redson, anyone with king/queen in their name, etc.) would most likely pick out their darling's outfits like their darling's their dress-up doll? Btw, the darling is gender-neutral and usually wears suits or business-casual outfits, but wears dresses once in a while

Definitely Princess Iron Fan and Spider Queen Iron Fan always has the slay on point. What with Demon Bull King being too thicc to make fancy outfits for and Red Son insisting on his signature red coat, she has no chance to pull out some of her finer wear to let another try. The idea of dressing someone up in attire befitting someone of equal or higher position than her is a particularly exciting one, she's always admired the fancier fabrics and ornate detailing. After all, a darling of the great Princess Iron Fan can't walk around looking like a common mortal. Spider Queen is a woman who loves to be spoiled, but spoiling someone else makes her happy too. When she was an Empress she had an empire's worth of finery at her fingertips, something she desperately wishes to get back to when she takes over the mortal realm. Until then, she's absolutely content to grab as many fancy outfits she can get her clawed hands on, dressing you up and doing your makeup. Normally she's only good at feminine makeup, but for you she began learning how to do more masculine techniques.

[seawitch62]

What if your fantasies became real! Too real!

Alcohol and sex mentioned

Yandere

Word count 2351

             Tulpa.

In contemporary paranormal discourse, a tulpa is a being that begins in the imagination but acquires a tangible reality and sentience. Tulpas are created either through a deliberate act of individual will or unintentionally from the thoughts of numerous people. (Novo Religio)

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"Work, study, classes" is this  what my life has become? The computer monitor silently mocks. Tapping away at the keyboard, crunching numbers, and for what? Student loans!  A degree which may or may not be beneficial. When Covid 19 hit it was decided that working from home was the prudent way to go. After all, the employee's health is important. It was fun at first then it became as mundane as any office. Locked in the apartment with no human contact, just online meetings. The classes are even online classrooms. Yes, stopping the spread of the Covid is very important but what about my sanity? The need for human interaction! Music, my solace, my constant companion. YouTube  watching music videos. This is where it all started my obsession, if you can call it that. It all started when I watched NCT 127….

Kpop opened a whole new world, I immersed myself in the culture of fandoms, and read all the fanfiction I could find. Watched all music videos countless times. Scoured YouTube for all the content that was available. Gradually a favorite emerged or bias as is the term, Taeyong the leader. Handsome and talented, what is not to like. So I researched him extensively, storing my fave photos. Basically I became my own personal expert on him. I even went to the extent of photoshopping myself into his photos.  Crazy right? What can I say I was lonely! 

🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌

🎶🎵Imaginary lovers

Never turn you down

When all the others turn you away

They're around

It's my private pleasure

Midnight fantasy

Someone to share my

Wildest dreams with me

Imaginary lover you're mine anytime

Imaginary lovers, oh yeah🎶🎵

The fantasies and stories I conceived within the realm of my own imaginary world. They kept me warm and well satisfied on many a lonely night. Even as the restrictions eased up, I found I did not want to leave my home, the security blanket of my own private Idaho kept me wrapped in contented delight. Groceries and other needed supplies delivered to my doorstep, work and classes continued from the comfort of my castle. Reality and illusion became a thin line, yes I knew where the line was drawn but still I delved deeper and deeper into my own little universe. Concocting story after story Taeyong and I are always the central characters. As time passed his personality evolved. I deviated from his  well publicized persona and developed another.  This Taeyong was mine, all mine! He in turn was devoted to me, me only! Jealous, possessive and territorial but all mine! In hindsight and what I know now, I lost the plot. Previously in the real world any guy acted this way, he was dropped in a heartbeat, but this is not real its mirage, a day dream, a trip of the mind.

🥂

One particularly gloomy cold night, sipping Sauvignon blanc and feeling very sorry for myself, I did something my sober self would never do. I posted one of my doctored photos, Taeyong and I enjoying a romantic dinner, I added a caption "who is she?" Of course I posted anonymously, giddy from the wine I consumed I watched as the fans chatted and debated, the text now blurry and out of focus due to copious amounts of alcohol I called it a night and went to bed. Never believing for a moment it would spread from the chat room I had just exited. I was wrong! 

The jackhammer in my head never let up, the talon grip of pain a constant, simply put a hangover. My own stupid fault drinking all that dry grape juice. Barely remember stumbling into bed, stomach churning, head beating like a drum. I spent most of the day in bed. Finally a reprieve in the late afternoon,  with a fuzzy head but I could hold down a cup of coffee. Progress! Shower and change a light meal feeling somewhat human again. Checking my favorite social media, my post with the photo had blown up, in fact it had gone viral! Fuck a duck! It was everywhere. "What have I done?" Besides  making  a complete fool of myself! In a panic I tried the useless, I deleted the original post, "who is she?" But it was too late so many people had shared, downloaded and uploaded to other social media sites, it was now an entity of its own. A monster made from my own drunken loneliness. It will calm down, these things always do, right? Watching in horror as the photo garnered more and more online attention. With the wave of momentum came the usual, it was fake, but something else was also gaining speed, she is so lucky, wish it was me. The fans made up scenarios that they felt suited the photo.  Inside I just wanted to curl up and die of embarrassment. "What an idiot!" My only happy thought was this will die down soon. I soon discovered when something is viral it does not disappear overnight as much as I wished for it. With a life force all its own all I could do was wait it out. 

🧊

Persistent knocking at the door broke my concentration. This account I was working on had loops and bumps as if Loki himself created it. A tangled web of names and numbers with many paths. Knock knock knock. Damnit! Standing in frustration at the interruption, "maintenance? No cant be? Delivery? No? Salesperson? More likely" wish they would piss off! 

Standing by the door, peeping through the peephole, "no!?!?" I've lost it! Slowly backing away as the knocking perseveres, heart racing, palms sweaty I once again look at the determined knocker. It is Lee Taeyong's doppelganger.

🛎

Once the shock subsides, opening the door. A man the spitting image of Taeyong stands. Handsome, well dressed and smelling delightful. "Sweetheart, finally!" With a look of concern on his handsome face "I was getting worried when you didn't answer" as he strides into the small abode as if this was a common occurrence. Taeyong proceeds to wander into every room as if he is looking for something. "What are you doing?" Without blinking an eye Taeyong responded "making sure you are alone!". Stammering "who are you?" With a look of concern Taeyong gently raises his hand and runs his fingers along the puzzled frightened face "babe it's me! Are you okay?" Flinching from his touch and stepping back "I'm sorry I was drunk" mumbling trying to make some sense of the situation, seeing his baffled look "the photo".

"Photo? I have no clue what you are talking about, are you drunk?"

"What? No"

"You must be ill, you need to rest" he states with confidence.

"I… I… yes,  when you go I will".

Taeyong stares, "you need chicken noodle soup! I will be back" and with that he leaves.

Door locked and bolted, "was I punked?" That must be it! The fans found me! Maybe I'm dreaming? A nightmare! Or due to isolation my egg cracked! Nerves frayed as the body reacts with slight jerky movements. "Calm down, be real, get a grip" 

Alerts from the computer draw me back to reality. I'm logged in, I'm awake, it must be one of my daydreams! That's it.

🪀

Logging off from an arduous day of work, feet firmly now set in reality. 'Dinner time!' Knock knock knock

"No!"

"Open the door, I know you are in there" an irritated Taeyong demands. Upon opening the door there he stands takeaway bags in hand.

"Chicken noodle soup as promised" walking directly to the kitchen and setting up the table for a meal.

Staring in disbelief as he works his way around the kitchenette. Knowing the placements of everything needed. "This isn't real?" 

"Real? Yes it is babe, I got your favorites as well" he grins.

After a scrumptious dinner, Taeyong insists that he cleans up, and suggests we watch some television. Cuddling, the scent of his masculinity intoxicating, arm firmly planted around my shoulder. Laughing and commenting on the sitcom, 'they are coming to take me away hahaha' plays in my frazzled brain.

This scenario, one of my best! The sex, orgasmatic, a tender yet demanding lover who knows all the right moves, then some. Lost in the veil of reality, fantasy slowly the invading conqueror. Weeks pass, Taeyong my lover, ever thoughtful, always concerned for my well being.  The line between reality and what is not, fades, becomes obscured and slowly loses focus.

Today is a big day, a lunch, well business lunch, the powers that be, suggested a luncheon to do a face to face catch up. Basically check up on their employees. Excited to see co-workers, stupid yes, but to see real people who are not a figment of my imagination, I need it.

Parking the vehicle in my allocated parking space, it was nice to get out, take in fresh air, see people, and communicate. The food was delicious, but more importantly it knocked me back to reality. My asinine behavior has to stop. Foolish, daft fabricated reveries end now! Time to find a real flesh and blood guy, not an illusion.

With dusk, the stars shine, cuddled under a blanket on the couch watching television. Phone by my side, its lighting up like a Christmas tree, texts and incoming calls, ignoring all, the messenger of my sanity Taeyong blows up my phone.  "It's not real!" I tell myself over and over and over.

Ten thirty pm, bedtime, work tomorrow, thinking of the accounts that need my attention, with heavy eyelids, sleep.

Awoken by an erotic dream with Taeyong, I realize I'm not alone. Just as I am about to let out a scream a hand covers my mouth

"Shhh shhh babe it's okay its me"

"Taeyong?"

"Who else were you expecting?" He demands angrily.

"You are not real" yelling at my imaginary lover.

"Not real?" He states, " I will show you how real I am!"

Stretching and purring like a well satisfied cat, toast? Eggs? Bacon? The established aroma of breakfast drifts through the small yet cozy apartment. Realizing I'm bereft  of clothing, 'I was really on one last night' Hungry, I need to make breakfast. 

Someone is in the apartment! Looking for a weapon, any weapon, a stiletto, red to be exact, well, work with what you got. Armed with a red high heeled shoe, stealthy making my way to the intruder, Taeyong pops his head around the corner "great you are up, breakfast is ready"

"You"

"Who else babe"

The shoe is still positioned above my head, "I'll take that" Taeyong grins.

The food tastes real, delicious in fact. "You are not real, I can not see you anymore! I have to end this" 

Slamming the utensils on the table they hit the plate and bounced onto the floor. "I don't know what is wrong with you? But my love I am going nowhere! Do you understand me?"

His tone and facial features are set in stone. Anger that is close fury radiates from him. Why am I scared of my imaginary boyfriend? This is my dreamscape, my imaginary landscape, do not back down! 

"Its over" grabbing my handbag i decide to run from my flight of fancy.

☕

The Cafe, warm and inviting and best of all no Taeyong!

The croissant melts in my mouth and my third cup of coffee hits the spot. The waiter, a good looking guy, flirty and funny makes me laugh, something I have not done in a long time. Leaving a generous tip I head home, those accounts need my attention. Turning the key with hesitation, telling myself it's you, you have the power. The place is empty. Work, I need to get to work!

Enjoying the pizza delivered by door dash, feeling a sense of accomplishment although weary time for bed. Before dozing off, patting myself on the back for the progressive steps that I took today, slumber is welcomed.

Friday, last working day for this week, time to crunch away.

Knock knock knock

"Shit" ignore it 

Knock knock knock 

Silence 

The door opens, Taeyong, a very angry one, enters the apartment. 

"Dump me so you can flirt with the coffee shop guy?" 

Ignore him, he is not real!

"Dont ignore me!" He demands

Looking at him he looks so damn sexy today, ignore him!

"Not real not real not real" becomes my uttered mantra.

"Not real?" he roars.

"Enough! a fucking enough!"

Grabbing my hand he storms out of the apartment.

☕

The Cafe? Back at the Cafe. This time Taeyong is here. "I see your boyfriend is working"   the good looking waiter heads to our table "can't stay away huh?" Taeyong scoffs at this light humor. "Ready to order?" He enquiries, "yes a coffee, Caramel flavored and a croissant please". Scribbling down my order "and you sir?".

Wait, the waiter is taking his order, then he departs to the kitchen.

"No" 

"No"

"No"

"I've lost it completely" I must still be in the apartment. 

"You are  a figment of my loneliness"

"I am very much real, flesh and blood, and today my love I am going to prove it"

🧭

The whole day passed as if in a blur, the places the shops unknown to me previously whizz past me in an unreal whirl of sensations, a whirlwind  of disbelief. Everyone saw him, spoke to him, pinching myself, digging my nails into my palms till they bled, I could not wake up, or dissipate the illusion of him.

🌪

Nestled safely in the confines of the apartment although not alone.

"I'm going to say this just once, listen well my love, I will not tolerate your flirting, or ignoring me, you belong to me, me only, I do not share! Understood?".

Nodding.

"Now go make us dinner!".