#yandere Chrono

[xjulixred45x]

I just have a BRAINRIOT and i thog of two diferent Angst/Yandere-esque Scenarios for Zagreus x Reader in Hades 2

1-based on a fanart of @artsicfox with a Corrupted Zagreus in Chronos Army.

Zagreus sees EVERY treat as Chronos, but Reader is not a treat, so is the only person he sees as themselfs.

For one side, Reader is so happy that Zagreus is alive and as good as could posible be in the situation, Even if he kind of acts like a mummy and has gone trough so much. Reader wants to stick besides him, he is still their lover SOMEWHERE.

But in the other Hand, it's so heartbreaking seeing Zagreus fight the people who wants to HELP him, His family, His Friends, His allies. And Reader can't do ANYTHING about it (Zag would't allow it, be it by keeping them away from the battles or in His Chambers, and he dosen't really understand what they're saying when they try to explain that what he's seeing it's NOT REAL).

The only thing Reader can do in this Scenario is tell His enemies/allies turn enemies that he just dosen't know what he's doing. That it's not His fault. It's Chronos.

2- Zagreus sides with Chronos "WILINGLY".

This is most likely with a human partner. Imagine Zagreus going trough the same treatment as Hades, but Chronos gives him an offer, his services as a fighter in exchange for the safety and well-being of his mortal lover.

It's something like they did with Prometeus. Zagreus obviously it's just doing it for the sake of His lover and His family, but dosen't Even know how much this hurts Mel, Hades and most of all His lover.

Of course Reader has a good life under Chronos protection, but it's also bc they are a leverage. What keeps Zagreus willing.

Zagreus can either become full yandere and try to keep Reader away from everything bc of his paranoia for Chronos.

Or in the better case, Reader can get away to the Surface where Zagreus checks on them dially (or Even they can get to the camp of Hécate meanwhile Zagreus stays with Chronos. Just temporally solutions until Chronos finds them).

This could also lead to a "Would You Fall in Love With Me Again" moment with Zagreus and Reader when all is over. Bc after all he has done at this point he is so afraid that Reader despistes him. But Reader just sees the man who has done all those thing to be togheter again, the man they fall in love with. (At least this one has a happy Ending).

What do You guys think?

[sabotsen]

Fragment - 21 - T1004

Pairing: Lee x Commandant/Reader

Notes: Set during Ch21 Spiral of Chronos & contains spoilers. Cross posted to ao3 bc I hate the paragraph formatting here. Word Count 3.6k.

Warnings: Subtle Jealousy and possessiveness. Brief mention of character death and panic attack.

This is a secret Santa gift for @yandere-yearnings. I love you Dar!!! Happy holidays. I hope this knife stabs you lovingly.

Emotions cannot be compressed into numbers, not in a way that does them justice.

The depth, the weight, the agony of them cannot be expressed in binary. There is simply too much — too little — to account for them in calculations. 

He knows this. 

Honestly, he would like to think himself rational enough to follow through his calculations without the influence of emotions altering the numbers. In most situations, that assessment would be correct. His measurements, calculations, predictions are all precision sharpened to a lethal bullet aimed with perfect trajectory. He is a machine, built for war and numbers. He is a soldier, eliminating obstacles for the best calculated result. 

But Gray Raven is not a factor that can be compressed into simple numbers and figures. You, in all your stubbornness and kindness, are not measurable no matter what calculations and equations he uses. 

Your smile makes him happy — flustered, even — and your laughter rings in his head for days, leaving no room for even the shortest string of binary. Your touch is a warmth, a fire, that burns away every equation he knew by breath. Your voice is a melody that drowns out every calculated plan on the tip of his tongue. Your mere presence — the steady guiding light of your M.I.N.D. beacon — pieces him together so gently, more human than machine. 

It’s a terrifying thing — to be stitched together so lovingly, to feel the weight of emotions more than the unchanging shape of numbers. It’s a foolish thing — to think of himself as a person and not a machine, a tool, a number in the data string. 

He loves you for it. He fears you for it. 

Because you make him more. Because you make him undefined. 

But he does not change. Because it’s him.

So here he remains. Trapped in a Möbius loop. Because it’s you. 

Lee is rational. 

He is not one to be swept into fleeting emotions. Reacting on impulse often leads to more messes and headaches. There is a logical explanation for everything. 

He knows this. He knows this. 

But there’s something about the sight before him that makes his jaw clench until metal grinds against metal. 

Maybe it’s the way your frame seems even smaller than usual as you kneel with one knee pressed against the floor, a sniper rifle that is not your own within your hands. Maybe it’s the way Wanshi curves against you, the white of his hair and outfit a stark contrast to the soft grays of your Gray Raven uniform as he embraces you like sea foam does the ocean waters. Maybe it’s the way you tilt your head just slightly towards him, his voice soft as he speaks. Maybe it’s the sharp glint in Wanshi’s golden gaze flitting over your shoulder as he notices Lee in the doorway.  Maybe it’s the smile upon Wanshi’s lips, the silent glee of a hawk with prized prey, as he bows his head and nearly brushes his lips against your ear.  Maybe it’s the way his hands drift over yours, adjusting your hold, then drift to ghost over your hips and shoulders, lingering just a little too long to merely correct your posture.

Maybe it’s all of them at once. 

It’s an ugly thing that flares to life in the metal confines of his chest, writhing and clawing at the cage of his ribs. It’s an ugly thing that spurs him into the shooting range, jaw clenched and fingers digging into his palms firmly enough to scrape metal against metal. 

He knows the name of it.

But Lee isn’t one to act on emotions. He has to be rational. He has to be level-headed. Someone has to be in order to keep Gray Raven out of trouble. 

But even so. 

It’s an ugly thing that rattles in his chest and claws up his throat. He tastes it on the back of his tongue as he steps up behind you.

“Commandant.”

He feels it burn like acid against his skin when golden eyes lock with his over your shoulder and Wanshi’s fingertips brush against the nape of your neck. 

He feels it oozing, seeping like blood at his feet, lapping at the edges of your clothes as you kneel upon the ground and finally, finally turn your attention up to him. 

Your smile is soft, gentle and welcoming as always. “Lee. Are you here to hide from Asimov for a while?” 

Lee frowns slightly, his brow furrowed. “Please don’t lump me in with you, Commandant.” 

You have no idea, do you? 

You laugh — a beautiful sound that soothes the ache in his chest only as you lean back, posture relaxing and Wanshi naturally shifting just a breath away. It’s still too close, in Lee’s opinion. There’s a burning in his fingertips, a twist in his wires that urges him to pry you free from the hawk’s talons. If it’s shooting advice you need, isn’t he enough? Do you doubt his skills? Or is he not close enough to you for you to ask such a thing of him? Has he done something, said something, or missed some sort of subtle hint that forced you to go to Wanshi instead? 

It’s an ugly thing that burns in his chest and drips like acid from his tongue. But he swallows it back. He is made of metal and numbers. 

Lee sighs, his voice steady as it always is — he forces it to be. “Did you forget?” 

You blink, head tilted slightly to the side and your silence is his answer. 

He tries to ignore the way Wanshi tilts his head ever so subtly in the same direction and the way the hawk’s hands still linger on your shoulders. 

“You’re going to be late to the meeting. Celica asked me to be sure you didn’t forget or run off to hide again.” 

“Ah.” The color momentarily drains from your face, lips twisting in a blanch. The butt of the rifle drifts down, away from the cradle of your shoulder as you set it down and look every bit the image of a cat grabbed by the scruff. “It wasn’t on purpose,” you mutter, “I really did forget.” 

If it weren’t for the hawk still pressed against your side, perhaps Lee would have smiled that small, subtle one you know him for. The one that vanishes if you pay it too much attention, fading like light refraction shifting rainbow hues to common daylight — a lasting secret only if you cradle it just right. 

But he does not smile as he shakes his head in exasperation and gently places his hand on your elbow. “Let’s go, unless you really want to be in trouble.” 

His movements are gentle as his hand on your arm guides you up, but his gaze is sharp and pointed on the hawk whose touch lingers too long as you move away to stand. 

That golden gaze only softens when you turn your head to Wanshi, that familiar somewhat sleepy expression splayed across his features as if it had always been there. As if a sleepy owl is all he has ever been and ever will be. 

“Sorry to run, Wanshi. Thanks for your time,” your voice is friendly as always, unaware, as you hand the rifle back to the Strike Hawk. 

Wanshi merely smiles softly and waves his free hand. “Take care, Commandant.” Golden eyes shift, just for a moment to glance over your shoulder at Lee before lazily gliding back to your face. His smile sharpens in the corners, too soft and subtle perhaps for you to notice — but Lee does. “You know where to find me.” 

Lee scowls, his hand on your elbow shifting and anchoring onto your shoulder. It is pure restraint that keeps him from digging his fingers into the folds of your clothes, and you merely take his gesture as a silent hint to keep moving — something innocent and friendly. So you let him coax you away by the shoulders as you offer a small farewell and final thanks to Wanshi and leave the room. He should be grateful you see his actions in such a light rather than for what they truly are. But that ugly feeling in his chest wails and mourns that you do not see through his act. 

Just before the door slides shut, Lee casts one last look over your shoulder to the construct who remained sitting where you left him. That sleepy expression is gone, replaced by something too patient and cold, too sharp and predatory as it follows your back. Wanshi smiles, the shape of it upon his lips every bit the silent threat — the promise — of a hawk’s shadow brushing over a rabbit. The cold metal of the door slides shut, separating you from the Hawk perched and waiting. 

It is only after he has guided you down the empty hallway far enough away from the shooting range for his nerves to settle that he realizes the weight of your gaze on him. You’re burning a hole through the side of his face and by the press of your lips he can tell you’re thinking something — worrying about something. His arm across your back slips away, his touch drifting down to your elbow in a soft brush — easily avoided. But you don’t. You allow the soft, ghost’s touch of his fingers against you. 

“What.” He’s frowning. He knows he is. 

You’ve known him long enough by now not to be deterred by his blunt speech or soured expression. If anything, perhaps you find comfort in it — familiarity in the easy banter you’ve developed with him and his dry humor. But there is thoughtful caution as you watch him now and he traces even the smallest movements in your gaze as you observe him. 

“I don’t have a meeting with Celica today.” 

There’s a note in your voice, subtle and easily missed. Light and almost airy — it’s the soft smile hidden in your voice that doesn’t play upon your lips. 

That tone is the only reason his reply is as blunt and dry as any other common conversation, “Gray Raven is truly in dire straits if our Commandant is suffering memory loss so early in age.” 

You laugh, a hand rising to hide the bright smile he adores. You have a bad habit of doing that — tucking smiles and laughter behind your hands as if they are stolen burdens not meant to trouble others. Perhaps the war has done that to you, or maybe it was something else — the cruel words of others. He never did narrow down the origin, as you’ve had that habit since the day he met you. 

You should smile more, he thinks, as your hand falls away from your lips and the small hint of a smile remains. It’s the same one that plays upon your lips whenever he brushes off his flustered expression as his cooling system failing. But just like those moments, you do not call him on his bluff. 

Instead, your hand shifts and taps his that still lingered on your elbow. “How are you holding up?” The worry in your voice is evident despite the light cheer you try to hide it behind. “We haven’t seen you lately. I know you like to keep busy but you’re not allowed to pick up Asimov’s workaholic tendencies.” 

Lee tilts his head to the side, his frown softening a fraction but his brow furrows even more. “Do you not read the reports I send?” 

“I read them, but that’s not what I asked.” Your hand on his shifts, interlacing your fingers together and if he were still made of flesh and bone perhaps you would have felt the way his heart would have stumbled, the way his fingers would have trembled. But he is made of metal and numbers, and he is still as the warmth of your hand sinks into his. “Are you alright, Lee?” 

That ugly ache in his chest finally settles, soothed by your touch, but his thoughts tumble over each other in a silent maelstrom. His gaze falls to your hand in his, the way the softness of your touch contrasts so cruelly with the hard metal of him. What is there to say in this situation? Progress is being made on the specialized frame, everything necessary to know is logged within the reports you receive daily. So why are you asking? Why are you worried? 

He won’t fail you or Gray Raven. Never. 

The only thing stopping him from fully syncing with the frame is just those— 

“Lee?” 

Your voice pulls him from his thoughts and he feels the way your hand squeezes his gently. He hears the concern in your tone, feels it brush against him like the warmth of a blanket —  cozy in its familiarity, even if it is foolish. Carefully, he returns the gesture, ever mindful of his strength. But as he lifts his gaze up to your face, his breath catches in the metal of his lungs. 

Red.

The hallway engulfed in red and black — scorched and burning. Smoke curls and spills from the warped, gaping doorways on the right, billowing up and crawling through the broken ceiling above. On his left is an opening in the wall that frames a hellscape beyond — the earth molten and burning, shimmering in the blazing heat as the roar of flames nearly drowns out the screams and wails, human and metal alike. The sky above, once blue and freckled with stars, is now shrouded by the gray billows of smoke and ash. 

Grounded. Ruined. Burning. 

When did they fall? How could Babylonia, the cradle of humanity, have fallen? 

His hands shake.

Something’s wrong.

Information pours into him, drowning him — the swell of the ocean crashing into a man lost and dehydrated in the desert. 

He sees the figures of soldiers — constructs — fighting off in the distance. But it is not the corrupted they turn their guns upon. In the smoke and flames, he sees humans. He hears their screams, despite the distance — despite the fire roaring around him. He sees the constructs fall upon each other when the fire and wounds claim the humans. He sees them burn and melt in the heat, sees the way they tear their own limbs from their bodies and the arc of sparks that sparkle in the smoke like mournful stars. 

Something in his hand pulls upon him— too soft, too gentle, too delicate for this hell. 

“Lee!” 

Your voice cuts through the smoke and ash to pull his attention back. 

His gaze snaps from the sprawling burning battlefield to your hands on his then up to your face. But the sight of you crushes the metal ribs in his chest. Blood. Blood trails from your nose and dots the corners of your eyes like ruby tears. A dried trail of blood lingers in the corner of your mouth, lips too pale despite the crimson that stains them. Your vitals aren’t showing in the corner of his vision and panic spikes in his chest. 

The virus. 

It’s the virus. 

You’re ill. 

You’re hurt. 

His hands fly to your face to wipe the corners of your eyes, to your neck to find your pulse. 

It’s fine. It’ll be fine. 

Liv. Where is Liv? 

He has to get you to her. 

Serums. 

You need serums. 

Lee doesn’t hear the way you call his name as his hands fly to his chest, patting down his pockets. Where are the serums? He always carried some on him for you. Where…. Where are they?

Did he drop them in the crash? 

Did they shatter? 

Your hands follow in the wake of his, trying to grasp and still him, but he doesn’t notice. 

You need help. 

You can’t stay here. 

He has to —-

“Lee!” 

Your hands cradle his face, holding him in place and forcing his gaze back on you. 

Immediately, he feels the weight of your connection, the steadying link of your beacon sheltering him. A piercing headache cuts through him, pierces him like a lance straight through his head. Crippling. Agonizing. It blinds his vision and nearly brings him to his knees as a shrill sound shatters his audio modular — the dying wails of a beast, a warning call drowning out the roar of the flames. 

Your hands, the warmth of your touch, and your voice calling his name are the only things that keep him on his feet. He blinks, vision clearing as your worried expression comes into view — he feels the way your concern bleeds from you through the connection, a hint of fear rippling in the undercurrents. 

“Lee?” Your thumbs brush against his cheeks. “What happened? Are you ok?” 

Lee swallows, fingers finding purchase in the folds of your shirt. “Yeah,” he steadies himself, forces the trembling in his fingers to cease as he begins to count. Numbers, strings, data — anything to calm himself. “Just a headache.” 

“A headache?” Your tone is incredulous, a scowl on your lips as you pull his face closer to yours. 

“It happens,” is all he says. His gaze lingers in the corners of your eyes and trails down to your lips. No blood. He pries one hand from the folds of your clothes and gently wraps it around your wrist, fingers pressing lightly against your pulse. Steady, normal. Your numbers match the vitals in the corner of his vision.

You’re ok. 

You’re safe.

“Lee,” his name is a short, clipped thing. 

Slowly, reluctantly, he pulls away from your grasp and you let him, fingers lingering against his cheeks before he is out of reach. Your gaze is a heavy thing upon him as he glances to his left. The metal wall remains intact and from the narrow window outside he can see the vast  black starry expanse of space. 

There is no fire.

There is no smoke. 

“I’m fine, Commandant.” Lee takes a breath, his attention returning to you as his expression returns to the neutral calm you know him for. “They happen, now and then. It’s fine.” 

Doubt needles against the back of his mind through your connection, nibbling on the edges of him like a mouse. You don’t believe him. He doesn’t blame you. 

Lee doesn’t like the expression on your face, the way your lips turn down in a frown weighted by worry or the slight shimmer in your eyes. Your hands find his again, warm and gentle. He does not pull away as you gently tug on his arm. 

“Let’s go back to the lounge.” 

Lee does not argue. Quietly, he follows you, his hand in yours as you lead the way down the hall. 

It feels natural — 

It feels like home — 

If you lead the way, your hands on him to guide, he would follow you anywhere. Even into —

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Thunder is the first thing he hears. 

Like the last wail of a dying man, it rumbles across the cold desolate landscape. A whale song unanswered. 

He knows it is not truly thunder, but rather the chaotic storm of information continuously flowing and merging into the center of this space, swallowed and devoured. It is the last sound made by those who came before and a warning to those who will come after. It is the sound of a body falling from the heavens, another stone constructing the Tower of Babel. 

Lee listens to it reverberate as he lingers on the last memory that flowed through him. 

How long has it been since he felt warmth — your warmth? 

Hard to say. Harder still to remember where ‘he’ originated from. Too many memories have been swallowed and merged into him, too much data compiled and stored for him to know which were originally ‘his’ and which came from ‘others’. 

What happened to you — to that version of you? 

Was it the fire that claimed you? Was it sickness? Was it age? Was it a bullet he failed to shield you from? Was it the corrupted he didn’t spot in time? Was it the Red Tide that swelled too quickly to stop?

Lee quiets.

Around him, data converges into ill begotten shapes only to crumble and shatter into streams of numbers. He feels it — in the not too distant future, in the not too far gone past — a ripple in “time”. Another version of ‘him’ who failed is falling from the Tower of Babel. 

He’s lost count of the bodies he has devoured. He’s lost count of the memories he has stored, stolen and kept. He’s lost count of the times he has failed.

The bodies pile up like stones. Brick by brick. One day he will reach the heavens. One day he will reach the top of the tower. 

He has to.He has to.

There is no other option.

Because there must be a world where you survive. There must be a future where you still exist.

Someone falls into this pitiful M.I.N.D., tucked into a corner of space and time long forgotten and overlooked. 

Another body. Another failure.

Lee sees ‘himself’ bloodied and wounded crumbled in a heap upon a shape made of data.

Thunder rumbles in the distance. A mournful wail. A warning.

Lee resigns himself once more and pulls ‘himself’ closer into the center of the storm.

He has to know what happened in that world of ‘his’. He has to learn. 

He only hopes he will see you again.

Even if only for a moment.

Even if it is only a fragment of a memory.

He misses you. 

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[unhappy-last-resort]

The Raven Who Watches (Yandere Lee: Hypperreal x GN Commandant Reader)

Warnings: Virtual stalking, secret camera, masturbating to reader while stalking them, mentions of penis (Lee), yandere behavior, reader masturbates in their sleep (no genitals mentioned for reader), some story spoilers for CH.21 Spiral of Chronos and CH.14 Imprisoned Sight. Nothing major, mostly just vague hints and implications you wouldn't get without playing through the respective chapter.

Please let me know anything I missed, or any improvements to make in the writing.

A/N: So, my power was out for a week among other things and I just wanna say thank you for reading and liking/reblogging my stuff, it genuinely made me happy to see how many people were still reading my stuff.

Also, WRITING SMUT IS HARD, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3

Status: edited

The room was almost entirely silent, save for the occasional quiet clink of tools against metal and the occasional click of a terminal.

"Could the voice memos be in your voice instead?" You asked it so sweetly he felt his knees might buckle, but thankfully he managed to remain upright while snapping at you to stop making such silly requests.

Of course, that request was why he was at his desk now. He had been waiting for an excuse to make some modifications to your little robot, but thankfully he didn't need to anymore. His ever reliable Commandant made one for him, it was almost like you knew what he was going to do. The sentiment made him smile, even if the logical part of him knew very well that you were just making a mindless request. An intimate one, yes, but still nothing to get worked up over or presume you'd approve of the hobby he'd taken up recently.

"Alright..." He muttered into the dark room, setting down his tools and picking up the terminal to run some tests to make sure everything was running as intended.

He supposed he should test the voice memo function first, but frankly...as much as he loved you, this still embarrassed him, so he decided to test the other function first instead. The functions you didn't ask for and ideally wouldn't know about. The live streaming and camera functions.

Lee turned the face of the robot so it wasn't facing him and turned it on. Instantly, a small square appeared in the corner of his visual module which showed the wall the robot was looking at. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face at that. Now he had to test how much delay there was between what he was seeing and what the camera was, so he picked up a pen and moved it in front of the robot. He hummed in approval before setting the pen down, there was barely any delay at all.

Next, he had to test audio capture, so he tapped the desk, nodding as it came through the feed only .03 seconds late. He did this for a little bit, getting up and tapping around his room at various distances. Assuming your room is only a little bigger than his, he should be able to hear you anywhere in the room, including your bed.

Of course, this function was most entirely for him rather than you, but it's not like this wouldn't be useful to you either. For example, if you get in an accident in your room and can't call for help, like falling in the shower, or someone breaking in, you won't have to worry about whether help will come or not, because he'll be there to save you. He'll always watch over you, no matter what. You always get yourself in difficult situations, can you blame him for taking extra precautions? Even if those precautions are just a guise for something deeper?

Lee picks up the robot and looks at it. With the audio capture function already preinstalled, he merely needed only make a few adjustments to turn it into a spy cam for him. Now he'd be able to hear your voice more, maybe even get to listen to you sleep, and possibly...

He abruptly clears his throat and puts the robot down. If he delays returning it to you any longer you might get suspicious and he absolutely cannot have you suspicious about his behavior in the slightest. Sloppiness is the downfall of many and while he has the advantage of knowing your habits well enough to use against you, that doesn't mean he can relax at any point. It's you, after all.

He quickly tests the voice memo function, ensuring that it sounds exactly as he wants before quickly packing up his tools.

He got up and picked up the robot before exiting his room. The hallway was grey, as almost everywhere in Babylonia, and the lights were dimmed, indicating sleep hours for most humans and constructs. He could see Lucia's and Liv's rooms across the hallway, doors shut tightly and lights off.

Since Commandants are of higher rank, and constructs and humans are perceived as having professional relationships only and are only tentative friends at most, if that, your room was farther down the hallway.

He supposes he should check your room to see if you're in there, but given that it's only 1 AM and your poor working habits, he figures he has better chance just going straight to the lounge.

With his mind made up, he headed to your office and as expected, the light was on and you were busily scribbling away at something, likely a report from the Science Council, by the looks of it. Without hesitation, he raises his hand and knocks on the door frame.

"Commandant."

You finish writing something before looking up at him, the light from your desk lamp exaggerating your eye bags. "Yes?"

Lee mentally prepared himself as he stepped toward you, it's imperative that he doesn't appear too excited. "I've finished adding the functions you asked for." He internally applauds himself for managing to keep an even tone.

Instantly, your face lights up and you break into a smile he hasn't seen in what feels like eons. "Really? You changed the voice memos?"

"I also updated the movement and response time, since I happened to have some spare parts." He gently placed the robot on your desk, watching you intently as you gently picked it up.

"Remind me at 5 A.M. that I have to go to the Science Council." You make the reminder with a smile on your face, eager to hear a voice you've heard countless times, despite him being right in front of you. It made him feel a tinge of jealousy.

"Understood. Reminder set for five hours and thirty six minutes from now." The small robot replied in his own voice. He had considered making the AI sound more authentic to him, but he decided it should be a little stiff and robotic. That way, if you want to hear him, you'll have to come to him instead.

You practically squeal in delight and he could feel his heating system kick up again. He wished he could turn it off without it causing issue, but he slowly learned to accept it, or at least to ignore it when in your sight.

"Thank you, Lee! I didn't think you'd do it..." You mumbles as you marveled at the robot and he couldn't deny the sense of pride he got knowing how much you liked something he made.

"It was no issue. However," His eyes narrowed at you, doing a quick scan of your vitals. "You need to sleep. Now."

"Just-"

"Now."

You sigh in mild annoyance and Lee decides to push his point further home and turn off your desk light and confiscate your pen. "You need to rest, we can't do anything if our commandant is so tired they can barely function." His words come out sharp and cutting, a little more than he intended, but at the same time he hated when you did this. You always find a way to make him worry, it's why he can never relax.

"Alright, alright...I got it, Lee. Going to bed now." You shoot him a playful glare as you slowly rise from your seat, robot in hand.

"Here, I'll help you to your room."

"I'm not elderly, Lee! I can get there myself!"

"Talk any louder and Lucia and Liv will come down here."

"Okay! I got it!"

You relent with another sigh, dutifully following after him. It took you a long time to get used to letting him walk in front of you whenever you walk together. After all, not even Babylonia is entirely safe anymore and he can't let anything happen to you. Within the time span of him deciding to walk you to your room to now, he's already completed 478 simulations of potential threats, ranging from someone hiding in your room, to Babylonia being attacked, and everything in between.

Thankfully, the brief walk to your room is uneventful, with no Kurono operatives jumping out from the shadows and attempting to snatch you away again, or Vera lunging out from a corner and you both say your goodnights to each other.

It's been three hours and twenty minutes since you went to sleep. In the meantime, Lee has designated himself to completing paperwork that doesn't need a Commandant to fill out. He's gotten roughly 70% of it done and he's decided on completing a few more before heading to his own room.

He's been keeping watch over you, the live stream from your robot open on his visual module. He's noticed you seem to be restless tonight, tossing and turning frequently in the past two hours. Now though, you seem especially restless, your legs occasionally kicking lightly at nothing and your hips occasionally thrusting up-

Lee immediately drops the pen and enlarges the window, zooming in on your face as he brightens the video. Your eyebrows are pushed upwards, mouth hanging open as your chest heaves from under the blankets. Your expression doesn't indicate pain so that must mean...

Lee abruptly shuts off your desk light and walks to his room before he does something he'll regret. As much as the idea of masturbating at your desk excites him, there's a camera pointed in this direction and he'd rather not get written up for his behavior.

As soon as the door shuts behind him, everything he's been keeping pent up for hours catches up to him. Ever since you put your little robot at your desk and went to bed, he had to fight himself not to lose it. God, spying on you excites him so much, he can't wait to start bugging your room and clothes, hell maybe even your bathroom too.

The uncomfortable tightness in his pants reminds him his cock has been straining his pants for the past three hours. He hastily undoes his pants, breathing a sigh of relief as his cock springs out, already leaking precum from the tip as he wraps his hand around it. He zooms out from your face just enough so he can get a more accurate idea of where your hands are as your mouth hangs open and- you moan. You fucking moaned and it's the most beautiful thing he's ever heard in his god forsaken life.

His hand pumps his length, the sound of his heavy breaths and quiet "schlick" filling his room. His body temperature rising at the sudden awareness of everything he's doing. He's jerking off to a live stream of you doing the same from a camera he installed without your knowledge, not only going beyond your Construct/Commandant relationship, but breaching privacy as well.

he should be horrified of himself, he should immediately cut off the feed and question what's wrong with him, potentially even request a transfer, but he doesn't feel any of that. He feels ecstatic at his success of becoming closer to you, thrilled that you two can share this moment together. God, what if you're thinking of him right now? His cock twitches at the thought.

You're so perfect for him, your face, your hair, your mind, your eyes, your body, everything. The way you look like you're in pure bliss as your hand moves under the blanket, if only he could rip it from you.

Actually, perhaps it's for the best that he can't because the simple thought of being able to see all of you like that might make him cum on the spot.

He can almost smell your arousal just from watching you alone. It's the only thing he doesn't know about you- how you smell, or taste. He could only imagine.

His legs tremble as his free hand flies over his mouth, trying to stifle the moans he threatens to let slip. He can hear everything you know, not just your moans, but your sounds. He can hear all of it and he can barely keep himself from spiraling into thoughts about it'd feel to be inside you, or be able to wrap his mouth around you and taste those delightful juices of yours.

Your moans get higher in pitch and you start to squirm a little more and his hand only pumps faster in response, finding himself so close to orgasm. He bites his lip so hard he can taste vital fluid as he tries so hard not to moan too loud as his vital fluid rushes in his veins.

With the edges of his vison going white and your whimpered cry in his hearing module, his cock twitches and sweet relief fills you both as you cum together. His artificial cum dripping onto the floor.

His body relaxes as it feels like mountains of built up stress ease out of his body, his systems caches clearing as he stares at you through his visual module. He watches you stir and bring your hand up to your face with an airy, lovesick smile. You sigh in frustration as you slowly get up to clean yourself up and he chuckles to himself.

It was your first time together and now this will be something you can do together with him for a long, long time. Until, eventually, you'll truly have your first time together.

[rqmax]

Accidentally deleted my intro 😭

My DNI list:

Antis DNI:

• Anti-Fiction

• Anti-Shipping

• Anti-Radical Inclusivity

• Anti-Radical Queers

• Anti-Pro-Contacts

• Anti-Neutral Recovery

• Anti-Self Diagnosis

• Anti-Antifa:

• Anti-Endogenic/Anti-Nontraumagenic

• Anti-Bodily Autonomy

• Anti-Abortion

Exclusionists DNI:

• TERFS

• SWERFS

• Transgender Medicalists

• Queer Transphobes (LGB without T ppl)

• System Medicalists

• Medicalists in general

Right Wingers DNI:

• Ableists

• Ageists

• Adultists

• Colorists (Political Definition)

• Fascists

• Homophobes

• Islamists (NOT Muslims)

• Nazis/Nationalsocialists

• Nationalists

• M-Specphobes/Mono-Specphobes

• Paramisia

• Queerphobes

• Racists

• Christianists (NOT Christian who are Accepting)

• Speciesists

• Transphobes

• White Supremacists

• Whitemisia

• Xenophobes

• Zionists (NOT Jews)

Other DNI:

• Xenosatanism

• Hypoharmful

• Winterqueer (who use it in racists way)

• Pro-GRape

• Pro-Non-Con

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Hi call me Max !!

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(Other Posts)

I go by They/Them and some Neopronouns !

I am a Non-Binary Feminine Boy, and a Bi-Lesbian, Aromantic.

My Transidentities are:

Transabled:

• Trans-Ambulatory-Wheelchair-User

• Perma-Schizophrenic

• Perma-Nasal-Cannula

• Left Ear: Trans-Hearing-Aid/Right Ear: Perma-Cochlear-Implant

• Trans-Ambulatory-Cane-User

• Trans-Ambulatory-Walker-User

• Trans-Amputee right lower Leg

• Trans-Ambulatory-Crutch-User

• Trans-Ehlers-Danlos

• Trans-Paranoid-Personality

• Trans-Achromatopsia right upper Eye/Trans-Tritanopia right lower Eye

Transage:

•Chronofuck

• Chrono-Age-Non-Conform

• Panradoxage

• Evyage

• Perma-Bodily-20s

Transbody:

• Trans-3-Eyes

• Trans-Heterocromia left Eye: Red, Right Upper: White, Right lower: Purple

• Trans-Intersex: Trans-Hypogonadism, Trans-Hermaphroditism

• Trans-Fangs

• Trans-Albinism-Melanism-Vitiligo

• Trans-1,80m (Trans-5’9-feet)

Transcharacter:

• Trans-Anime

• Trans-Game-Character

Transharmed:

• Transkidnapped

• Trans-Yandere-Victim

• Trans-Stalked

Transharmful:

• Trans-gRapist

• Perma-Abuser

• Perma-Serial-Killer

• Trans-Cult

• Trans-Kidnapper

• Trans-Cannibal

• Trans-Stalker

Transorientation:

• Trans-Pedophile

• Trans-Allosexual

Transplural:

• Trans-DiD

• Trans-Polyconciseness

Transrace:

• Racevoid

• Aracial

TransSpecies:

• Trans-Deity

Transtime:

• Timefluid

• Time-Non-Conforming

Transculture:

• Trans-Japanese-Culture

• Trans-Russian-Culture

• Trans-Chinese-Culture

Trans Misc:

• Trans-Immortal

• Trans-Typing-Quirk: ✞Я4𝓃$~✞γρI𝓃9~𝒬𝓋IЯ𝓀

Im a MAP, (Auto)Necro, (Auto)Biasto, (Auto)Erotophono, Sadomaso, (Auto)Haemato, Vorare and (Auto)Symphoro !

Im a Radical Punker !! Pro-Contact, Pro-Consent, Pro-Consensual Non-Consent and Pro-Consecual-(Pseudo)Abuse !!!

Im a Feminist, Post-Radical Queer, Xenoanarchist, Communist, Youth Liberation ! Primitive-Transhumanist :3 Antiwork and Amoral Nihilist.

[citruswriter]

Hello and welcome to my writing blog!

I like to write. So uh, I'm gonna write. Yk, when I have the motivation. ANYWAYS-

Name: Lofi/Tavern

Age: Chrono young 20s (I'm secretly a primordial entity tho, obvi 💅)

Pronouns: They/Them, Thou/Thee, Ech/Echo, Bee/Bees & Fae/Faer

Honorifics: Vs, Sai, Mir, Miss (playfully), Ma'am (formal/if close)

Terms: Feminine, Masculine, Neutral, Nonhuman

Relationship Status: Single and Not Looking and Queerplatonically Taken x3!

Extras: Multireligous, Objectum, Fictospec, Queer, etc.

Divider Credit

My Omegaverse Ranks

Used your artwork and you want me to remove it/credit you? Send me a message and lmk!

Citrus Scale: The Levels and What They Mean

Orange 🧡 - General Writings. So this would be fluff, angst, comfort, and similar.

Lime 💚 - Slight spice but not flat out nsfw. Heavy make out, sexual tension, maybe some milder things like grinding or choking.

Lemon 💛 - The filth and sin. Full blown tango. Actually nsfw. Le sex. General kinks added in as well.

Grapefruit 🩷 - A rarer ranking not often used to be alluded to darker things. Such as yandere, Stockholm Syndrome, gRape, murder, body mutilation, etc. Usually sexual or has sexual themes but not always.

Fandoms I Write For

Baldur's Gate Three

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Hazbin Hotel

Creepypasta

Hetalia

Star Wars

Hogwarts

MeChat

Melanie Martinez/Crybaby

Anyways I think that's it. Send in those requests!

[pwutrid]

INTRO AFTER MONTHS OF GOING M ｡ I ｡ A 1!??11!

𝄞 CUCU ᵒʳ MORI !!! 。。。not new 2 rqc !!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(joined around jan-feb of this year)

𐔌 it its ╱ hy hymn ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᕱ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᕱ

𐔌 15 chrono 18⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ (๑ゝ ܫ ∂ ๑)

𐔌 cupio + aego 💗 transmasc boygirl gaybian⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

꒰more undr cut꒱⠀⠀✚

꒰ you may have known me by moe / momo / syn on my old account ( honestly dont remembr my @ then ) anyway i deleted my account out of mental health reasons and wanting 2 get bettr ◞ ◟but now that i'm feeling bettr im back!!! who cheered ( no 1 ik ) enough yapping here , ids + more below . . ꒱

trans-id : trans harmed , trans-severity , trans-programmed , trans-age , permateen , trans-ramcoa , trans-popularartist , trans-anorexia , trans-bjd , trans-species , trans-npd , trans-yandere , trans-micro celebrity , trans-visual novel hero / heroine , transweight , transheight , transcannibal , trans4channer , trans-aam , trans-innocent , trans-vitiligo , trans-voice .

cis-id : did , aspd , ocd , bpd , mdd , schizoaffective , csa , cocsa , adhd , autism , poc + blasian , tourettes , kamidere , kuudere , artist , incel , chunibyo , hikikomori , delusions , map ( on occasions ) , aam , memory loss , stalker , maladaptive daydreamer .

i am pro para , pro c , pro rq , post rq , proship , comship , darkship & a major spectrophile if that matters . i support all things in good faith ! also is ,, new to acknowledging the fact that we're a system so we would love sys friends to feel a little comfy / homey with this new discovery . . no dni , just be normal

ill update along the way i have really terrible memory issues blrgh . . okay bai

[palesweetscherryblossom]

Imagine platonic Yandere Overhaul and the kid he reluctantly adopted attempting to bond. Kai thought it would be easy as it was pretty easy for him to bond with his adoptive father.

But kids nowadays weren’t that interested in theories about quirk theories and Shogi. Or proper hygiene lectures and why heroes are practically deceased rats.

Overhaul, trying to bond: And that’s why heroes and villains are mindless, sickly creatures.

Reader Chan: This stinks, can we just do arts and crafts or something?

Kai was dumbfounded, don’t kids like long lectures? It was after extensive research and much cringe, he finally grasped on what children liked nowadays.

And let me tell you, Overhaul was not impressed. He’s the type of dad to overlook into things and question things to the point of annoying everyone.

Overhaul: Where are all the humans? How did all the ponies establish a government and build everything?

Everyone: Holy shit, SHUT UP!

Then pops suggested he try bonding with you through your own interests rather than his own. Pops has done this rodeo before and it’ll probably won’t be the last.

Overhaul did arts and crafts with you, y’all tried to make a popsicle stick house but that only got Kai stuck to the table and your hands covered with glue.

Chrono was very concerned about this and Kai made everyone swear to never speak about this.

Your popsicle house collapsed too.

Reader Chan then decided to make him an apology gift, which was a drawing of him beating the table. And them kissing his bandaged fingers better.

The only thing y’all bonded over was cooking, when I mean cooking, I mean you just putting a salad kit together.

[yandereradfreaks]

Side account of @empty-brandy-bottle for yandere posting, used by our entire system

Chrono 14 idgaf who interacts tho

Treat alters as their intra ages or fuck off

Pro consent is all I'll say about our contact stance don't ask me about it please

They/it collectively

Relationship status is complex but we're poly and will specify if any specific headmate is taken and unavailable we don't do full system dating

A lot of us have different identities will probably post intros as we go and make a intro master post for who posts here when we have enogh intros done

We are radqueer and pro-ship block don't report

Any nsft will be tagged with a warning

Asks and dms are open to anyone

[cloudninetonine]

The silence that spans over the two of you is heavy, your eyes fighting back terrified tears as you heard another twig snap.

"Link," Your voice is desperate, your foot moving to back up just the slightest bit. "Link, what did you do?"

Paradox's face curls, the emotion slathered on his face something that portrayed heartbreak and guilt but only further brought in the feeling of absolute fear.

"What I had to." He takes a step forward as you take another step back, looking beyond you for a moment and indicating something was right behind you- "I'm sorry, (Name), but enough was enough."

You don't even have the chance to run when a gauntlet hand is grabbing your arm, tightening to an almost painful degree as a very familiar laugh filled the air, your stomach dropping.

"Thought you could get away, did you, dear Guide?"

Chrono.

__________

Hi guys just wanted to write something small that has been bouncing around my head recently for mess au! I know I haven't been on as much, I've been trying to do more but I've kinda been stuck in a hars place! Nonetheless I'll try and get the next part of mess au out as soon as I can!

Chrono is Villain! Time

Paradox is Yandere! Time

[deathmetalunicorn1]

omg you're so good at breaking my heart 🥺💔

the poseidon and charybdis headcanons have been breaking me but the latest one 😭

Please can we have an au where poseidon actually wins or charybdis decides to give him a chance? I have a feeling he'd be SUCH a yandere!dad, especially in the last part of the fight where he screams "I’m taking Charybdis- my daughter, back from you filthy humans!"

Poseidon as a yandere!dad would be so insane, he'd be so possessive, obsessive, and overprotective especially since he has such a sweet and innocent daughter 🥺🥺

-Despair and guilt were the only emotions that Poseidon could feel, as well as anger at himself.

-You, his little daughter, was lost. You had found a new family, a new papa and mama in Adam and Eve, calling them such.

-You now had a massive family, between your new parents, the human fighters, the valkyries, and Hercules.

-You no longer needed him. You no longer wanted him.

-He wallowed in his own anguish, all of which was his own causing, hiding away in a private room that he trashed within moments of entering, then sat for what felt like hours.

-Poseidon was in a fog, unable to comprehend any thoughts other than you, what he did to you, and what he didn’t.

-As a king, he kept all emotions locked deep within him, hidden away from the eyes of others, from the eyes of those who look up to him and respect him, even if it is respect out of fear.

-But seeing you, his child, terrified of him and calling another man, a human man of all things, your papa.

-Poseidon longed for a second chance, to go back in time to that point where he walked away from you and your mother, to take you with him instead of abandoning you.

-He longed to be able to go back and defend you against Zeus; Poseidon clutched his chest over his heart as he could only remember your face when you told him that you were just so hungry, and for it, you were severely punished.

-His eyes widened, “That’s it!”

-He quickly ran out, searching out a specific god, one that he knew would help him, or else.

-Poseidon ran into the room of Chronos, Greek God of time, shocking him as Poseidon ran to him, grabbing his arms, desperate, “You can send people back into time, right? Can you send me back into time?!”

-Chronos was going to refuse, before he saw the desperation in the eyes of the sea god, “State to me your intentions first. Unweaving what has been done to reweave it may cause more problems than what you have now.”

-Poseidon shook his head, “I don’t care! I’ll deal with the problems if they should arise! I want to save my daughter from those filthy humans!!”

-Chronos nodded, opening a portal to the past, “Think of ‘when’ you want to return to. This portal will take you there.”

-Poseidon shocked him a second time by thanking him and ran through. The pain he felt was immense, time returning to the day he abandoned your mother, no longer wanting to be with her.

-He gasped harshly, holding his chest as he looked around, seeing he was younger, a bit smaller, all his memories remained as he immediately turned, hearing you crying as you begged your mother not to leave you as she screamed at you that it was your fault he left.

-Poseidon immediately stalked over, seeing you in tears, “Wrong, it was your fault I left. And I only left you, not Charybdis.”

-You gasped, seeing your father and you immediately stood and ran over, “Papa!” he caught you, holding you tightly, he silently vowed that he would never abandon you again as your mother screeched in defiance, going to charge at the two of you.

-Poseidon held you tightly, “Close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you to.” You nodded, burying your face into his chest as he gripped his trident and attacked and killed your mother.

-Once he walked far enough away, he pecked your forehead, getting your attention as he smiled softly down at you, adoration in his eyes, “You’re safe now, my daughter. Nothing will ever hurt you again.”

-You beamed, hugging him around his neck, “I love you papa!” he hugged you back, continuing to walk as he thought about what he could do to make things safer for you at this second chance.

-As much as he wanted to get rid of the humans so they wouldn’t take you, Poseidon wanted to show you how compassionate he was, not wanting to scare you away, he wanted you by his side with love, not fear.

-Many of the other gods were shocked by Poseidon’s sudden change of attitude, wanting to help the humans, and he demanded the same of the other gods, punishing those who were so cruel to humans, telling everyone that the human are their creation, their responsibility, it’s their duty as gods to guide them to create a better world!

-You were in awe of your papa, praising him for being so kind, and he ate up every one of your praises with glee, making sure he did the same to you, doting on you and caring for you, as you were his precious daughter.

-He wasn’t going to lose you again.

[6loodlvstt]

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 call me whatever | chrono 18

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 he/it | vampkin | demiomnirom cupiosex

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 ext info: i have npd, autism, ocd, osdd and bpd as a warning before you interact with me; im kinda tone deaf so please use tone tags; i also have very low empathy

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 its fine to send me asks of any kind

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 this blog may contain: yandere themes, nsfw, gore, talks about blood, and violent thoughts

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 this is more so a yandere account, i dont have anyone, just post out of having too much love

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 i dont have a dni, ill block you if you make me uncomfortable

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 that being said; i support proshippers, rqs, transids, and paras

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 i would appreciate if minors (or anyone who wants/needs to) blocked my love lust tag, its just my nsfw posts

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[unhappy-last-resort]

PGR Fanfic Recommendations

Just wanted to compile a little list of my favorites.

These range from 18+, to fluff, to angst, to suggestive (smut will be labeled 18+)

Knight's Longing - Sensabo

If you know my blog, this is not a surprise at all. I think I've talked about this fic like three times on here. It's gold if it were words. This is...not really angst or fluff, more of a character study if anything.

In This Moment - Sensabo

You like Noan? You like pain? Well do I have the fic for you! This is a slight canon divergence AU that takes place around CH26 / Cradle's Parade. If you know, you know.

|18+| 2023 Kinktober, Shameless - Starry

So, I did forget to mention (and was also self conscious about my writing so I lowkey didn't want to), but the Vonnegut segment is partly responsible for the existence of Forgive Me, My God. So...thank you for inadvertently enabling me?

Bloodbath - Starry

Yandere. Roland. Blood. My favorite things. Do I need to explain more? Like probably most people who are getting into the PGR fandom on tumblr, Starry's fics where one of, if not the first fanfics I read and this was absolutely the first Yandere PGR fic I read.

Am I The Only One? - Chronoshot

To be honest, these two fics by Chronos are a little special to me. Sprial of Chronos is one of my favorite patches and it's the one where I really got into PGR so it holds a special place in my heart

Luck Had Your Name - Chronoshot

This one I love a lot. The writing and use of color really emphasizes Lee's sincerity. On that note, this person is just a very good writer and you should read their stuff beyond this!

Regret - Les

a very cute little Chrome fluff fic that I read many, many moons ago but still warms my heart.

Marks & Claims - Les

A little Noctis fluff fic, one of the few that exist in English, I believe and I still remember being excited when I first saw it.

You Don't Have To Knock Next Time You Come In - Squishy

I still love this little yandere drabble from Squishy. They were the first one who really encouraged me on my blog and those asks and interactions I still hold dear to this day.

|18+| Twilight Falls (Bloodborne AU) - enupairdepartment

I, unfortunately, have yet to play Bloodborne, but I am obsessed with its aesthetic. Have you seen some of the scenery? Or the bosses? Terrifying, elegant, beautiful, and horrifying, are some of my favorite things. Hence why I had to read this AU. The ideas and potential this has definitely kept it in the back of my mind ever since I first read it.

Side Note: This author writes primarily Character X Character ships including Camu/Roland, Lee/Liv, Lee/Vera, Bianca/Watanabe so if that's something you've been looking for, consider checking them out!

Untitled Work - Shrimp Dumpling

Shrimp is one of the lovely people who participated in my PGR Writing Game, they have some lovely little fics that are honestly just a lot of fun to read.

Cherished Dreams - Eden

Do not be fooled by the author's ominous name, this is a fluff fic! With our one and only Wanshi written very beautifully.

|18+| Yandere Alpha - Rei

Look man, I have to include this okay. Ms. Lightning McQueen herself broke into my house and threatened me to do it, it's not my fault.

That's all that will be in this post, I will probably do this again at some point, but regardless I hope you found some new writers you'll enjoy. Remember to let them know that you appreciated their fics if you do!

[virtualsinx]

intro post !!

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ hi, I'm Sybil / Onyx!

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ it/he/she + neos ; please don't use they/them for me!

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ okay with any gendered terms.

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ heavily NSFW blog.

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ ask me for my discord if you wanna talk.

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ in a relationship, bf doesn't have tumblr. we're poly so I don't mind people interacting sexually or flirting.

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ opinions, IDs and stuff under the cut.

⋆♱✮♱⋆ STANCES && OPINIONS ⋆♱✮♱⋆

proship ; pro-rq ; pro-transid ; anti contact on harmful paras ; pro-bodily autonomy ; pro-consent ; pro-RACK [prefer this over SSC] ; YKINMKATOK ; MUD-neutral ; endo-neutral [I don't understand system issues and won't pretend I do, but if someone says they're a system, I'll believe them] ; animals & chrono children aren't able to consent .

⋆♱✮♱⋆ DNI ⋆♱✮♱⋆

xenosatanists ; winterqueers / winterpunks / whitemisia believers ; narc abuse believers ; pro-c and neutral-c harmful to act upon paras ; chrono -16 .

⋆♱✮♱⋆ IDs ⋆♱✮♱⋆

cis: (A)CSA survivor ; groomed ; religious trauma ; hypersexual ; ADHD ; AvPD ; BPD ; NPD ; AMAB ; disabled [chronic pain / cane user] ; yandere ; singlet ; SH ; fallen angel ; demon ; deityfluid ; vampire bat .

body ids: transamputee ; permabruisedknuckles ; transfangs ; permableeding ; transcurvy ; transsmallerpenis ; transfutanari ; transbatwings ; transfacialscars ; transheight [5'2"] ; demontailic .

other transids: transharmful [ murderer / stalker / abuser / cult leader / cannibal ] ; nullnihilist ; raceless ; perma80s ; permasmoker ; permahigh ; eldriageic .

genders: transfeminine ; non-binary ; femboy ; genderfluid ; irl futa ; femmasc ; nullAMAB ; succubian ; dykefaggotfreak ; fallenangelgender ; they/them dysphoric ; inpurifut ; mevirasic ; noviaeus ; gravmoussic ; cariadore + will probably add more xenogenders as I hoard .

sexuality: omnisexual ; omnifluid ; dykefaggot ; t4t ; insane4insane ; aromantic ; cupioromantic ; hellaroromantic ; stalkersexual .

pronouns: it/its ; she/her ; he/him ; fang/fangs ; blood/bleeds ; vamp/vamps ; bat/bats ; wing/wings ; sin/sins .

⋆♱✮♱⋆ KINKS && PARAS ⋆♱✮♱⋆

sadism ; light masochism ; CNC ; NCCNC ; cannibalism [💣] ; necrophilia [💣] ; exophilia ; erotophonophilia [💣] ; blood play ; knifeplay ; fear play ; watersports [mainly omo] ; desperation ; dacryphilia ; adult4adult age gaps ; worship ; breeding ; breath play ; degradation and humiliation + others . I'm a bottom-leaning, domme-leaning switch !

[ key : bold means only/mosttly as a dom/me ; bold + red means only/mostly as the dom/me and agressor ; plain text means no preference in role and/or as a switch ; italic means only/mostly as a sub/target ; [💣] means anti-contact and fantasy/roleplay only ]

kink list : https://imgur.com/QXIWfW0

[diving-likea-snailfish]

Welcome to my blog

This is mainly going to be coining stuff, but i don’t know what it’ll be fully

My special interest is oceanic animals, specifically any from the Bathypelagic (midnight) Zone and bellow

Name ~ Salmon

Age ~ Agenull Inapplicage Chrono adult

Pronouns ~ He/They/Snail/Twist/Morph/Rot/📼

Labels ~ Bisexual, Acejump, Aroflux, Gay, Lesbian, Libramasc, Intersex, Liminalgender, Glitchgender, Kelecoric, Agaplatonic, Senstetic, Pansensual, AFAB, AFicAB, AUnAB, ASSAB, Queer4Queer, ND4ND, Alterhuman4Alterhuman, Agre4CG, Nerd4Geek, TransID4TransID

Blankqueers ~ 🌙☀️🌙, 💤🔌

(Current) Stances ~ Contact-Selective Pro-consent, “Ship and let ship” Anti-ship, Block Freely, Pro-TransID/TransX, Radqueer neutral

CisIDs ~ ADHD, Autism, Depression, C-PTSD, BPD, DPDD, GAD, Gender Dysphoria, Tourettes Syndrome, Tremors, COCSA, CSA, DID

TransID ~ Species (Snailfish), Yandere, Immortal, Selective Mute, Aquatic, Cannibal, Perma Roleplay, Null Period, Prey, Braces, NPD, Perma Manic, Sea Dweller, Hadalpelagic Dweller, Perma Nitrogen Narcosis, Deep Sea Race, Sea Sickness, Chronic Waisting Disease, Gills, Ocean Abled, Beach Scentian, Whale Fall, Ocean Diverse

Paraphilias ~ 🍯, 🐾, 🐙, Ω, 🥚, 📖, 🦴, 🍉, ❣️, 🐊, 🌼, 💤, ⚽️, 🛍️, 🍎, 🏓, 🩸, 🧊, 💧, 🥛, 🪢, 🔗, 🎶, 👻, 🦷, 🦈, 🚰, 🤖, ♨️, 🛐, 🧹, 🪽, 👿, 🔖🐾, 🪽🤍, 🕸️🖤, 🗡️🩸, 🙌✨

Tags ~

#Deep Sea Fishing ; Hoard

#Deep Sea Giants ; Image Posts

#Deep Sea Mysteries ; Text Posts

#Ancient Coelacanth ; TransID Hoard

#Lantern Fish Glow ; Queer Hoard

#Greenland Shark Scales ; Asks

#Snailfish Meal ; Coining Posts

#Barreleye Fish Sight ; Deep Sea Fish

Anyone on my DNI can use any terms i coin

[harmfulbunny]

☆~~ KABOODLE / KB

She/her pronouns, intra19 chrono 17, alter in @rqroses 's system. I'm cisbunnygirl, cisharmful, 🐾phile & ⚰️phile, transharmed, and a yandere. I'm taken by our clownpierce and @rainbowgrian 's clownpierce & spoke but I'm poly

I <3 clownpierce so if you're clown PLEASE TALK TO ME PLEASE 🙏

Tag System:

☆~ bunny hops - posts

☆~ bunny flops - vents

☆~ bunny cuddles - asks

☆- bunny thumps - reblogs

[permadating]

Hi, my name is Nicollo Miriel and I'm looking for partners! (romantic or not) btw here is a little about me ☆☆

- age: 7/15 (trisage, 15 chrono but soon i'll be 16)

- gender: masc agender (nixvir), deadboy, corpsegender, ghostmasc, lostpoeic...

- orientation: bi-gay, necroromantic, aliusexual

- a-spec: nebularomantic, quoiromantic, aegosexual, intrusexual, demisexual

- special interest: bsd, pjo, get scared, sigmatsu

- other things i like: horror games, classic books, yanderes, vanitas no carte, black butler, artemis fowl, fyodor dostoyevsky, underground emo bands...

- cisIDs: brazilian, brown, latine, demigod, nico di angelo (irl), sh, proshipper, yumeshipper, riako, rareshipper, shotacon, brocon, dadcon, necrocon, problematic, emo, goth, atsushi nakajima kin, bonkichi kin, yoon bum kin...

- transIDs: gender (agender), gay, lesboy, black, italian, russian, soviet, immaculate, gothic lolita, yabi, shamate, bpd, delusion, depression, schrodinger autism, anorexic, OLD, hypergraphia, dorodere, IRL, fictional, dead, suicide, corpse, shota, adonokid, permakid, little brother, consang, little boy, owned, trisfamous, adored, perma2000s, fult leader...

- some preferences about relationships: I would like to meet transharmfuls, I don't want anything romantic or sexual with people more than 3 years older (if you are transgender maybe I will consider it), I am interested in MAINLY bsd sourcemates, and I really do NOT feel sexual attraction to binary women, other than that I am an easy person to please ^^

I'm kind of the most famous radqueer among Brazilians (I'm less famous than a friend of mine, but he ended up deactivating due to hate, so I'm the only one who stayed standing and continues posting publicly), so if you search my name you'll probably find some things 💔 anyway, my blog is @nicollodangelo, my tiktok and twitter is @fantasmadometal and my discord is @miriemo