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could you possibly write headcanons you have of how the rise yanderes would like psychologically manipulate/punish their darling? i’m all for physical violence but what do they do to mess their darling up in the head?

ty very much for reading this if you do :)

THANK YOU SO MUCH RAGHHHHHH!!!!! Since this is such a fun question to answer im gonna order these from most to least awful. The ranking is just my opinion and i would LOVE to see what other people think jhwhnwiurfj i decided to chug a soda to write this and i think that was a great decision because i immediately came up with smth for donnie because of it.

I decided to search up some ACTUAL psychological torture methods that have been/are used in real life and let normal manipulation take more of a backseat so that this didn’t end up too repetitive- honestly would recommend researching it, it’s a fun topic.

Trigger warnings: Very unfun use of technology in your arm, Drugging, More drugging, Even more drugging, Withholding of food/water (+ a more mild example of doing so but it still happens), Mild descriptions of gore, Mentions of blood, general yandere stuff like kidnapping, and likely others- please ask me to tag anything else triggering, because unfortunately I am not perfect.

1- Donnie.

This might be surprising to some of you. Yes, Leo is the manipulator- he’s the face man, the people guy, but I think that in terms of sheer awfulness- Donnie is going to win here simply because of the potential with his tech.

He’s a genius with access to mystic powers who has incredible skill with both designing and creating various machines and gadgets. I think that he’d be very creative, just considering how much he thought to fit into just his bō staff.

My first thought was that he could come up with a small device (which might be able to double as a tracker) to embed under your skin that could move around. It would skitter up and down your arm like a beetle (likely your dominant arm, just to be worse) and be a nice cherry on top of anything else he could come up with.

To pair with that, he could force some type of hallucinogenic drug down your throat- after some googling, LSD would be a likely candidate. While apparently it usually only causes “pseudo-hallucinations” (where you know that they aren’t real, whereas true hallucinations would be where you think they are), true hallucinations can happen, and the pseudo-hallucinations combined with the environment alone would be enough to cause a panic attack. Not even to mention the kind of drugs that the mystic city might have. (edit: i just found out about datura??? GODDAMN THAT’S A STRONG DRUG.)

Also, I think that Donnie would actually take decent care of you prior to any sort of escape attempt or broken rule. He’d hate for you to waste away in a dark room for the rest of your now shared life, so he would take you outside to some private space for a set amount of time everyday while you’re chained to him and probably gagged so you don’t call for help- you need time in the sun and exercise, after all. That’s why I think he’d also stop doing that if you broke a rule. You don’t want to be anywhere near him, and he supposes that he’s fine with that- but if you really don’t want anything to do with Donnie anymore, then you’ll just have to deal with losing all the luxuries that came with him being so caring.

He’ll lower the temperature in your room and take the hoodie that he so graciously gave you and waltz on out. He still brings you food and water, but now it’s less frequent and more random since now he’s prioritizing his brilliant inventions. Sorry dear, but weren’t you the one who begged him to leave you alone? Now he is. What’s the problem?

2- Leo.

Even if you haven’t done anything wrong (yet), being kept in his room would probably be a nightmare. I feel in my adhd soul that he would NOT be good at keeping it clean. It’d be living in a constant mess, and as someone who has lived in a perpetually messy house, it will definitely take a toll on your mental health. Not to mention the additional noise from whatever he and his brothers are doing. You wouldn’t be allowed outside of it either, not for a while at least, so you’d never know what day or time it is.

Other than the already constant sensory of his room, I think that Leo would mainly use threats- of which he goes through with. Not against you, though, but against your family, (what’s left of) your friends, and any other loved ones you might have. He’ll drag their unconscious body into whatever room he’s keeping you in, and wait with you for them to wake up.

While you two are waiting, he’ll lay out everything he’s planning to do to them in awful detail- and lucky you, he even left out some things as a nice surprise!

You’ll be tied to a chair and forced to watch as their guts fall to the ground from the clean slice in their now empty abdomen while Leo picks up and talks about their functions one by one. You silently wish that you never told him that you admired his skills as the team medic.

When he’s finally done rambling about the various viscera laying on the cold floor, he’ll force you to help him clean up- “so that Raph doesn’t get mad about the mess”, as he says. He’ll hold you in his arms when the two of you are done, whispering in your ear about how sorry he is that he had to do that, but you really did force his hand, and you know that, right? If only you had listened…

When the list of people you can bring yourself to care about finally has 0 names, Leo starts to instead take things away from you. He starts small, gradually taking and taking like the parasite you’ve learned he is until all you have left are the clothes you wear and him. He’ll even deprive you of food and water for periods of time, and you can no longer tell if you wish he would shut up for once or if you’re grateful for at least anything to distract you from the constant pain in your empty stomach.

Mikey and Raph landed themselves towards the bottom because I think that they’re both more lenient with punishments (Raph would be afraid of hurting you beyond repair physically OR mentally and Mikey has generally been shown to be very patient and forgiving with people he cares about), but I also think that they might be more exhausting to be stuck with GENERALLY, wearing you down slowly in day-to-day life rather than harsh punishments for breaking whatever rules might be in place for you.

3- Raph.

Raph would try to instill learned helplessness into his darling, to make them understand why he always has to be so careful!

It’ll happen the next morning after a particularly bad argument between you two, and when he’s suddenly letting you handle sharp objects again- but oh no! For some reason you feel so sluggish and dizzy today that you messed up and sliced open your arm. It’s ok- Raph’s here for you! He’ll either patch up your arm himself or take you to Leo, and after it’s taken care of he’ll scold you and say that it’s fine, maybe he’ll give you another chance next week. And he keeps his word- once again, you’re allowed to try your hand at chopping some veggies with him or Mikey- and again, you feel dizzy and accidentally cut yourself.

This will happen many more times- or not, if you give in easily enough- at least until Raph finally decides that he just can’t keep doing this. He brought you to the lair to keep you away from harm, and despite it being to teach you a lesson, he just can’t bear to watch blood drip down your pretty skin.

So instead, he further seals you away- locking you in his room and wrapping one of his hoodies around your head. He’ll keep you like this until you finally learn.

He won’t starve you, at least. He’d hate to watch you waste away after everything, so you’ll be fine physically, but it’ll be hell to not be able to see or properly hear anything. It’ll also be more difficult to breathe properly through the fabric, so I wish you luck with that.

He’s infuriatingly nice throughout the whole thing. Of course he’s angry when you argue with him- when you hurl insults and and completely unfounded whining (yeah right) at him. Sometimes he hurriedly leaves the room so he doesn’t do anything he regrets- but when he comes back- despite your wishes that he wouldn’t- he just wraps that damned hoodie around your skull and chides you for your hostility, leaving you to wonder if this could really be better than death.

You feel insane rambling to his plushies, of which you now know the individual names of, but it’s an admittedly nice bit of company to have when your only other option is Raph. Honestly, you’d rather deal with Ms Cuddles by this point, and she even managed to wring a scream out of Donnie.

At least it’s something you can actually have even an ounce of fun doing that he won’t take away for being “too dangerous”. As long as you can tolerate his absolutely smitten behavior when he finds you talking to them.

Be careful about how loudly you complain, though- it might just land you being completely swaddled in blankets and left to go insane on his bed.

4-  Mikey.

I think that if you were to try and escape from Mikey, he’d conclude that his love simply needs to spend more time with him! Maybe if he shows them how wonderful life is with him, they’ll stop trying to run away!

Unfortunately, I doubt his sleep schedule is very consistent. He keeps you up late at night to try out new spraypaints, recipes, games, anything he can find to do with you will be done. You hardly get the chance to sleep well, and the peace you get in dreams is frequently interrupted.

When he does take a break, he insists on sleeping in the same bed, and it’s much harder to fall asleep with him staring holes into you, as though he were trying to memorize every single detail.

It takes a damn long time to get Mikey to knock it off, too. You have to guess that stubbornness runs in the family, if his brothers are anything to go by. Unfortunately, said brothers’ coddling of their youngest has resulted in quite the persistent guy, and you’re quickly losing the energy to refute him. You wonder how long you’ll need to sleep for the giant spider in the corner of your vision to go away.

When the box turtle finally does realize how much of a toll his shenanigans have taken on poor you, he decides that as the person responsible for you, it’s his job to make sure that you get plenty of rest- and if you refuse, Dr Delicate Touch and Dr Feelings are always here to make sure you’re convinced!

He does a sort of 180- where he once forced you to do everything, he now forces you to do nothing at all, even when your mind screams at you to get up and move. He’ll slip something he stole from the pharmacy into your food and carry your sleeping figure back to his room for your seemingly infinite nap.

In between consciousness, you’ve learned to just stay in bed, maybe draw or write something related to all the adventures you go on in dreamworld.

Fun fact, over sleeping has a couple negative side effects- it increases the risk of diabetes, obesity, headaches, back pain, depression (like you don’t have that already, being kidnapped and all), and heart disease! I wish you the best of luck.

When he finally believes your rest to be sufficient, everything will go back to normal. Except, of course, the lingering paranoia of when it’ll happen all over again will continue to haunt you.

Who knows, maybe he’ll continue drugging you just to keep you a little more complacent. Can’t have you running away all the time, right?

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he's sneaky

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kishibe was a man of habit. his workdays consisted of getting up at 7:00 (maybe 7:30 if he was really hungover), get ready and be out the door by 8:00 to start his monotonous workday at 9:00 sharp. clocking out at 5:00 to trudge to some shady, rundown bar and drink until the clock struck 3:00am and stumble home to crash on the couch. rinse and repeat.

but ever since you stepped into his routine-clad life, you turned him into a different man. he now stayed longer in bed with you, enjoyed a nutritious breakfast instead of just coffee and a cigarette from the corner store before work. he came home just in time for dinner to be ready, the smell filling his nostrils. excitement to see you would make his heart skip a beat.

for a relationship that started out purely physical to cure the old man’s loneliness after his divorce, you slowly but surely made a space for yourself in his heart. you melted his harsh and cold exterior personality and planted a bud of tenderness that slowly started to bloom. and while you felt like a nuisance in the beginning, he couldn't live without you now since his life would be incomplete. he'd never admit to that, though.

one particular night, you invited him to go through your night time routine together. he looked at you with a raised brow but your honeyed voice and pleads eventually convinced him.

it started with a nice hot shower, washing off the day. he had taken showers with you before but this time felt different. it was like time had slowed down. he enjoyed the way the water loosened his sore muscles, the way your hands gently massaged the shampoo and bodywash onto him, how careful you were applying the cleanser to his face not not get anything in his eyes or mouth (he did get shampoo in his eye, but he would never tell you that). he would do the same for you, making sure to press his lips against your skin every so often.

kishibe learned to be gentle for you. he knew he was a brute sometimes but he held you and treated you like the most fragile little thing. he also knew that sweet words weren't his forte, so he opted to show his feelings through touches. with every little kiss, there was a quiet “i love you” etched into your skin.

you dried each other off, staying naked in comfort while brushing your teeth. you squirted some lotion onto your hands before turning to him. your partner looked at you with raised brows. “you gonna oil me up now or what?” he teased, relishing in the soft laugh that escaped you.

“no silly. while i’d love to see you oiled up for me one day, i just wanna take care of you,” you uttered, shushing kishibe as he opened his mouth to protest, “you don't really take care of yourself other than the bare minimum and you always think it's silly of me to use all of these things so i wanna show you what it feels like to be pampered.”

your partner opened and shut his mouth like a fish before giving an affirmative “alright, do your worst” as the green light.

you started working the lotion into his chest with gentle pressure, moving onto his arms. he felt like he was on cloud nine, especially when you moved onto his back to massage the lotion in. he let out a relieved groan when you put pressure onto his shoulders, gently working at the knots in his back. you smiled when you saw his eyes closed in the mirror, feeling accomplished in getting him to wind down. you quickly moved on to his legs and feet, relishing in the way he let himself relax around you, looking at him with utmost love and tenderness and seeing him reciprocate it. you put some on his hands as well, working out any tension and pressing a kiss to every knuckle.

once he was all lotioned up, you allowed him to do the same to you, scolding him when his hands started to wander with other intentions. you wrapped a towel around his waist and one around you as turned to the small cabinet next to his sink. (yes, his sink. you moved in with him after half a year. you stayed at his place most of the time anyways so he convinced you to end your lease and live with him and he never regretted it once.)

you hummed a little melody, picking out your nighttime skincare. his large hands settled on your hips as he looked over your shoulder to see a small selection of creams and serums on the counter. “what's all that?” he inquired, genuine curiosity shining through in his tired voice.

“it's my skincare for the night. i know you usually don't do this and i’m happy that i got you to wear sunscreen at least,” you mused, squirting some toner onto your hands and gently applying it to his face, making sure to massage the pressure points on his temple and jaw, tracing the scar on his cheek extra carefully. you remembered how, in the early stages of your relationship, he would turn his head in shame when you would try to touch that scar. oh, how time flies.

you went through the rest of the steps, smoothing out the deep wrinkle between his constantly furrowed brows, not forgetting the ears and neck and seeing how his eyes grew heavier and heavier. you did your own face right after as well. he finished it off with a soft kiss against his lips, his now softer hands finding yours.

“thank you, sweetheart. i think i get it now,” he murmured and pressed his lips against yours again. before it could escalate any further, you pushed against his chest, urging him to sit down on the little shower stool to dry his hair.

once you were done with the regimen (kishibe dried your hair as well, naturally), you told him to stay put while you rummaged through your drawer in the bedroom. you emerged a few minutes later in a soft silk pajama, holding a matching one for him. your heart skipped a beat at his laugh, knowing it was reserved for only you before he put it on, even giving you a little twirl. you felt warmth spreading in your chest, happy that you were the only one he trusted enough to be this carefree and silly with.

you both slipped under the covers, rain pattering against the window. snuggling against his chest, kishibe reached for the book on his nightstand, as well as his reading glasses. you've now reached his newly favorite part of nights with you.

before you, the books in his shelf would simply collect dust but now, he has made it a habit to read to you almost every night ever since that one evening. it helped him relax and you fell asleep to the sound of his soothing voice. he flipped the book open where the bookmark you gifted him had been placed the night before. adjusting his glasses, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“now, where were we?”

a/n: this was planned and written for io's flufftober event :3 thank you to @ambiguouslady42 @ryomance @goteique and @staraxiaa for beta-reading! tagging fellow kishibe enjoyers @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat and @gojoest <3

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