#yandere aesop carl

[eunxhan]

❝In a world full of misery and uncertainty, it is a great comfort to know that, in the end, there is light in the darkness.❞

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Ꮺ Anon Requested ⨾ Hi!! Can I please have some yandere stuff for Aesop Carl and Luca Balsa from Idenity V? Tysm <3 (gn reader?)

Ꮺ Eun Replies ⨾ I'm not sure what have gone through my mind in this one, it's kind of ooc..

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Ꮺ Disclaimer — ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR.

Reader & Genre ⨾ GN!Reader, You/Yours ( In Aesop, Reader is manipulative)

Words used ⨾ 1,799 words 10,171 characters

Character ⨾ YAN!ASEOP CARL, YAN!LUCA BALSA

ART CREDIT ⨾ @tkt_spl on twt

Links ⨾ My Navigation and Mandates

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Ꮺ ⨾ AESOP CARL —

Aesop Carl, as a member of a close-knit group of survivors, plays an important role in protecting the others in the group. However, his desire to keep his beloved safe may lead him to isolate you from other group members, either physically or emotionally. This is indicative of a type of yandere known as the "protective yandere". A protective yandere is a character who is extremely obsessive and possessive of their love interest, and will go to great lengths to ensure the safety and well-being of their beloved. They exhibit controlling and manipulative behaviors, such as isolating their love interest from others or monitoring their activities, but they do so out of a genuine desire to protect the one they love.

In Aesop's case, his desire to protect you is a driving motivation for many of his actions. He become jealous and/or paranoid when other group members interact with you, often feeling a sense of ownership or entitlement over your love interest. leading him to keep you close by, physically or emotionally, as a way to protect you from perceived threats. his intentions may be pure but his actions can result feeling suffocated or isolated.

He is on the lookout for any potential threats to you and will take extreme measures to keep you safe and close to him. His behavior can range from innocent over-affection to outright controlling and manipulative tactics, all in an effort to protect you. Making you feel suffocated and isolated from the rest , causing you discomfort, stress and tension in your relationship with Aesop.

He views you as an extension of himself, rather than a separate person with their own desires and feelings, and becoming overly controlling and possessive. He may try to limit your interactions with others, or even physically isolate you, in order to "protect" you from potential harm. From what you're both going through, Isn't it right for him to protect you? To isolate you? To threaten everyone around you to be away from you?

despite his controlling nature, Aesop is also be capable of showing deep love and affection towards you. He's extremely attentive and supportive of your needs, and may go to great lengths to make you happy and safe. But wanting you to talk with others? Be out? Enjoying your freedom? Oh I'm sorry..

If you begin to avoid Aesop and/or lash out on him because of his behavior, Aesop feels hurt or angry by your rejection of his affectionate behaviors, causing him to become even more possessive and controlling in an effort to "keep" you in his orbit. Making you feeling even more smothered and trapped, potentially leading to a spiral of conflicts and escalating controlling behaviors from him.

If you continue to act selfless during in your trials, it indicates that you're willing to put the group's needs above your own. This selfless behavior can be seen as a positive trait by many, but for Aesop? Oh no, he'll not let you do anything.

If others or even the killers would hurt you, Aesop becomes extremely protective and angry. He'll lash out physically or verbally at anyone he sees as a threat to your safety. Becoming overly obsessive and possessive, trying to keep you close to him at all times. He may also blame himself for not being able to protect you and feel a sense of guilt and shame for not being able to save you. Leading to isolate himself for awhile and withdraw into his own thoughts and emotions, becoming more withdrawn and guarded.

Becoming determined to find and punish the person responsible for hurting you so, even if it means putting himself and others at risk. aesop would be driven by a deep sense of protectiveness and love for you, willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means sacrificing his own happiness and well-being.

If you become angry with Aesop for isolating and protecting you, Aesop may feel a deep sense of guilt and shame. He may question whether he has been doing the right thing, and may begin to doubt his actions. He may become withdrawn and distant, trying to figure out how he can make things right.

Again, if you avoids him , Aesop may experience a sense of abandonment, feeling as though you no longer want to be around him. He may become anxious and desperate to rectify the situation, going to great lengths to win back your affection. In private, he may become extremely emotional and plead with you to listen to him, trying to explain his actions and apologize for any harm he has caused. He'll act as if he doesn't care whenever there's around, but once you guys are alone, he'll be on his knees hugging your waist not letting you go anywhere.

Aesop Carl can also be surprisingly gentle and compassionate towards you. He often shows his love through small acts of kindness and affection, and is quick to apologize when he feels he has wronged you but this doesn't often. You have to beg for him to even look at you just to talk to him.

Ꮺ ⨾ ONESHOT —

Right when everyone's asleep, you hear strange noises coming from outside your room. You rise from your bed and approach the door, but as you listen closer, you don't hear any footsteps or voices. Instead, there's only a soft, rumbling noise, like someone's mumbling under their breath. You slowly open the door, and as you peek out into the hallway, you see Aesop standing Infront of you but before you could say anything. He launched at you, wrapping his arms around you.

His whole body is shaking, and his eyes look wild and scared. He's mumbling something to himself, but you can't make out what he's saying. You move closer to him, asking if everything is okay. He buries his face into your shoulder and whispers to you, "everything's dangerous, everything's dangerous, come to me for protection."

You try to calm him down, but he's shaking so hard, you can feel his whole body trembling against you. You hold him close, trying to soothe him, but he just keeps whispering about the dangers outside. He's hyperventilating, and his grip on you is tight, almost painful

"I can't let them take you away from me."

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Ꮺ ⨾ LUCA BALSA —

Luca is a complicated and conflicted yandere. He has a deep attraction to you and can't help but feel drawn to you, but he also feels immense guilt and shame for his feelings. He may try to push you away or ignore yoi as a way to suppress his emotions, but his fascination and obsession with you will win out. He could be seen as someone who is torn between his attraction and his emotions, and this internal conflict could cause him to lash out and become impulsive. His feelings towards you will likely be intense and possessiveness, but he also might be terrified of what he's capable of because of those feelings. He's very conflicted and confused about his emotions and how to handle them.

He struggles with his own emotions, feeling ashamed for his attraction to them and often trying to repress or eliminate these feelings. This is indicative of a type of yandere known as the "conflicting yandere".

His desire to protect you may stem from a desire to keep you safe from harm, he's completely aware of what he's doing to you but feel guilty or ashamed for those feelings, often trying to hide or deny them.

He may project his own confusion and conflict inward, directing it towards you as a way to cope. He insults you at every opportunity, calling you names and making you feel insecure as a way to keep you close. He also have a warped sense of affection, thinking that insults are an acceptable way to show love. He's motivated by a desire to keep you close and under his control.

His behavior can be extremely confusing and concerning. His insults towards you is emotionally damaging. His love and affection may be a way to manipulate or control you. One moment he's spouting out insults at you just to keep his pride but later he's all over you, apologizing and showering you with affection no matter how uncomfortable you are.

He feel a sense of entitlement towards you and believe that it's his right to treat you however he wants. as controlling behavior, such as deciding what you can or cannot do. Luca may feel entitled to your time, attention, and affection.

If you happen to be not afraid of speaking your mind and express your opinions. He thinks of it as a threat to his own sense of control and dominance in the relationship. He see it as a personal attack on his self-esteem and pride, which he value highly and feel the need to defend. he's angry and resentful towards you, and lash out in an attempt to regain a sense of control and power on you.

Luca will try to purposely hurt you in any way possible and then takes care of your injuries afterwards. Tripping you Infront of the killer and then helping you out once you call for his help.

If you even try to leave or escape from his grasp, you'll wake up screaming in pain. Looking down just to see your legs are gone. He is extremely observant and pays attention to even the smallest details about you. which can be both endearing and unsettling.

Typical yandere things.. Always intensely possessive and jealous, often feeling threatened by anyone who shows interest in you.

He struggles with his emotions and often has difficulty communicating them effectively, leading to explosive outbursts of anger or emotion. He can be very manipulative and will use whatever means necessary to get what he wants, even to the detriment of you.

Ꮺ ⨾ ONESHOT —

As Luca stood at the top of the stairs, he couldn't believe what he had just done. He had pushed you off the stairs, and now you were lying on the ground, injured. The guilt and regret that he felt were overwhelming... And also anger filling up inside of him.

He quickly descended the stairs and knelt down beside you, his hands shaking as he examined you injuries. He had caused this, and he had to make it right.

"This is why you need to be with me, you can't even help yourself up."

You lay in his arms, silent as he carried you. You were in shock, and the pain was almost unbearable. he lays you down on the couch, he quickly retrieved a first aid kit and began to treat your injuries. He was surprised by how proficiently he could work while his hands were shaking.

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[dtmacgxstorys]

Aesop Carl X Reader!

This is an Aesop Carl/Embalmer X Gender Neutral Fluff! Probably some cursing. (I never have a solid plan, I just write whatever comes to mind!)

Note: Aesop doesn't love easily and probably wouldn't show it in normal ways. I do NOT see him as a yandere, though!

Sign note: I Am An Aesop Mine! I love him SO Much!

You have lived in The Oletus Manor for almost 4 years. You're a friend group consists of Eli Clark, Andrew Kreiss, Victor Grantz, Tracy Reznik, Luca Balsa & surprisingly Aesop Carl. Aesop It's a very reserved man. He would much rather spend this time tending to the dead than talk to others. One day, 2 years ago, you were trying to get away from everybody and accidentally find his secret Oasis. Behind a painting, there is a little hallway that leads to the little room. Aesop has in the room at the time.

"What are you doing here? How did you find this place?" Aesop asked you. "I'm so sorry, I just wanted to have some peace and quiet & this painting moved & so I went behind in an-" He cut you off by saying: "You may stay as long as you stay quiet." "... t-thank you." Is all you said before sitting across from Aesop. A few months ago, while sitting in silence in that room, Aesop surprise you by saying: "... you know, I actually don't mind your company." "T-thanks, Aesop." You said, hoping he can't see your blushing face or hear your pounding heart. You are the type of person who falls in love hard & fast. You didn't need to know anything about him to fall for Aesop, but him saying that maybe you almost to lose your mind.

Shortly after that incident, your friends found out about your crush. "You have a crush on Aesop!?" Both Luca & Tracy said at the same time in disbelief. "... really!? HIM!?" Victor said with a little bit of venom in his voice. "... are you sure, Y/N?" Eli asked. "You guys are acting like I said that I'm in love with a demon! Have any of you even truly talked with him?" Your friends all looked at each other when you asked a question. "... he's an Embalmer who much rather talk w-with corpses than the living." Andrew finally spoke up. "So!? That doesn't mean, No, I KNOW that doesn't make him a bad person!" You spate out. "Y/N, that's not what we are trying to say!" "He doesn't have human emotions." Victor said, hugging Wick close to him.

A few months after Aesop told me he didn't mind your company, you heard a knock at your door, but when you opened it, nobody was there. You look down to see a letter and a golden rose. The front of the letter said, "Open in three days." "Pritty handwriting, I wonder who it's from." You think to yourself. Two days after reserving the letter, Aesop approached you at breakfast & timidly asked, "... c-can I join you?" "Of course!" You said. Luca & Tracy almost never wake up for breakfast, Andrew & Victor were sitting elsewhere, so for today at least, it was just you & Eli. "...are you good, Aesop?" Eli asked. "I'm fine." Aesop told him.

Aesop also asked to join you for dinner, but, unfortunately, for both of you, Luca, Victor & Eli were already setting with you. "Why do You want to sit with them anyway?" Victor asked with that same venomous tone as before. "Yeah, get lost(under his breath) you necrophaliac." "What The Fuck Luca!" You Yell at him. "Guys, please, calm down." Eli said. "...I'll just sit elsewhere." Aesop said. "Aesop..." You say, glaring at your friends. "He's a monster, Y/N." Victor said. "You deserve SO much better." Luca chimes in. "Luca, calling him that was completely uncalled for." You spate at Luca.

You couldn't even finish dinner. You just stormed off to your room after yelling at Luca. You flop face first on to your bed. Some time passed by, and you're starting to regret not eating. You heard a knock at the door, and you expected to see Eli with some kind of health snack. He did have food, but it was Aesop. He couldn't make eye contact with you, though. "... I noticed that you didn't eat dinner, so, I brought you snacks." He said. "Thank you Aesop! Would you like to come in for a while?" You ask him. He just stands there for a moment, even though you can't see his face that well, you can tell that he's a little shocked. Without saying anything, he comes into your room.

He sits at the foot of your bed and hands you your favorite fruit bar. "Thank you Aesop." You said sitting next to him, but not too close. You didn't want to scare him off. "So,... do you want to talk or sit in comfortable silence?" You ask him. "Silence, please, but, please est." He said. "Oh, ok!" Is the last thing you said before opening your fruit bar & eating it. Sometime after you finished, he asked, "you still don't mind being near me despite all the rumors around me?" "Yes, I don't believe any of them!" You replied. "And you don't mind that I work on the dead?" "No." You said looking at him with a small smile. His quickly looks away after making eyes contact you.

"You ok Aesop?" "... h-have you read my letter yet?" "Oh, it's from you!? No! You wrote on it on it to open it in three days. That's tomorrow." You replied, a little bit surprised to learn it from him like this. "So I can trust you!" He said, looking at you. He pulls down his mask, you can only see his beautiful unmacked face for a moment before he kisses you on the lips. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you quickly close him and kiss him back. You are pleasantly surprised to feel him scoot closer to you & place his hand on the back of your head & run his gloved fingers through your hair.

After a little while of passionately kissing, you both pull away for air. "... I never thought I would feel this way for anyone again." "Again!?" You ask him. "... I don't want to talk about it right now." "Ok, so what do you want to do?" "... to tell you the truth, I want to spend tonight cuddle you and holding you close." "Sound good to me!"

End!

[sleepingcup]

Dealing with the Abyss

Characters: Trickster! Aesop Carl x (G/N)! Reader

Genre: Romantic/Fluff, Dark Themes, Hints of Yandere?

Summary: You made a deal with him in a dream, but you were not aware that you have to suffer the consequences of your own actions.

You were progressing of what you had just discovered and yet....

The alarm clock was ringing loudly in your ears, waking up to another annoying day where you have things to do. You manage to turn off the alarm clock but something was stopping you from getting out of the bed. Looking at who was stopping you, it was a man who was holding you hostage in his arms and yet he was familiar.

No you DO recognize him.

That man who hold you hostage was Aesop Carl who also known as his code name Trickster who was from F.E.A.R. and it made you shocked to know that he is real in real life???

And yet you feel naked but you feel a bit sore.

And yet all you remember is Aesop Carl only.

"Love.... It's early in the morning..."

'Where did I come from????'

You saw him looking at the time from the wall clock in front of you, it reads 4 am in the morning. And yet he feel resistant to move especially when you felt something that felt good.

"Why are you awake at this hour...."

You did try to understand what is happening but you got interrupted when he woke up.

You can't believe it.

Love?

Is that what he calls you???

You felt something removing from you which makes you miss the feeling and yet you were really confused.

"Either way, let's get up love. I had to cook for breakfast..."

He gets up and kisses you on your head before exiting out of the room leaving you alone in your thoughts. He is your lover even you had never meet him before in real-life than a fantasy, and yet you don't seem to show resistance to his actions???

It is as tho, you had forgotten something important.

Does it seems to be a red flag??? Or is it a green flag???

"Love? Are you coming?"

"S-Sorry! I'll come. Just give me time to change!"

You watched him exited the room, picking up the clothes to change before going out of the room. And yet you do find your comfortable clothes in the room??? You don't even remember that happening, all you know and remember is that you got fired from your job, your family abandoned/kicked you and all you see is that you found yourself in...this house??? And you had a lover that was from a fantasy but in a different reality?

It may not make any sense but the time you look at the window...

You don't recognize the place.

But you can feel him calling for you, so you obeyed and see that he made you breakfast.

"Love, you arrive on time! Let's eat."

You had a nice breakfast with your lover? He offered you better clothes and makes you work with him in his office compiling paperwork and printing the necessary files. Sure you may get along with his work fine but you NEVER recall this happening ever since you were fired.

And yet you had no recollection at all, but at least you don't remember dying?

"Love it's time for your infection check. Please sit on the desk."

Aesop said as you obeyed, his hand touched your body which make you shiver. A sensation that you yearn for sends you shivers down on your spine. You also noticed that your were infected, which makes you question it even more until...

Your mind was infected by him.

You don't recall how long did it take but you were at a daze when you black out once you reach it.

The larger the infection the harder it is to remember what happened. Everywhere you go he follows you, every time you talk to a stranger to purchase the food you can feel his presence looming over you, every night was filled with kisses and hugs your infection increases by the second.

There is no escape when you often do that almost everyday.

You want some answers and yet.

It gets harder to find.

Until one day.

"Aesop. Did you have my previous memories?"

You finally say it.

Trickster aka Aesop looked at you, the red eyes glowing like he almost got caught. And yet he is the only answer that you need.

"Love, I don't remember about what you said just now."

That is a real threat right there.

"I....."

You felt yourself trembling.

"Love. I know what you wanted to say but I don't have the answers."

He is lying.

"Your infection would get worse if you try to remember, don't tell me you want a better antidote for that?"

"N-No .... I..."

You were slamed to the wall meeting with his red eyes that stares to your soul. Your body trembles knowing that your trapped with him in the room. Whimpering to his seductive touches he bites your neck leaving a hickey.

"I will look forward if you manage to find something, if that is what you wanted to challenge me for. But in the meantime I'll~"

All your ears hear was static, he was possessive towards you. Your body gets even more sore that you can't help but enjoy it than the infection. Your body can't move after a few more rounds in the office, but its like you made a deal with the devil.

A sensation that you asked for.

Where did that sentence come from?

Your body goes numb and yet you enjoyed every inch of it.

You need to remember what you asked here for.

His kisses were very intoxicating.

You lost what you had before, and yet you need to remember what happens next.

The rough sensation drives you crazy.

You don't recall meeting Aesop in real life, you played the game before.

You feel relaxed.

You feel #u1$d*l.

You rest in bed with him after the clean up.

You had a dream. A dream of meeting him.

As time passed on you are slowly remembering what had happened, all you need was to find the answer to his challenge without him knowing that you accepted it.

The next morning you woke up, your infections allows you to walk and communicate with Eli, Tracy, Kevin, Margaretha, and Joker. But Aesop is nowhere to be seen.

Unfortunately, they don't have the answer but Joker does have one, "You were just a new recruit. Trickster shows me your files in advance before you arrive here." He pass you the files which you allow yourself to read. Which almost make you get the answers, "In return you need to deliver this painting to a idiot who love scamming paintings for a better price." You accepted the task and grabbed the covered painting which you went to the address Joker told you.

Upon your arrival there was an exhibition and yet, you feel sick upon seeing the people betting their money on a purchased product that sells real people. You see the idiot who introduced himself as Joseph who was offering the product to the people for a better price. And yet you don't feel safe, but somehow....

You felt someone watching you.

"Hello there~"

And yet you see Joseph talking to you once you realize that the exhibition is over and you two are the only ones left.

"Thank you for delivering this painting to me."

"You're welcome."

You were about to leave but he gently grabs your hand. "Since you came all this way, how about I treat you to a garden we can continue the conversation there." Joseph offered to which you don't know if you can accept his offer and yet you found yourself in the garden with him.

There was a long conversation between you and Joseph to the fact that you two are now friends. It felt nice after dealing with Aesop but you still don't feel safe with Joseph just yet despite his dangerous hand kisses. It was almost everyday that you visit Joseph to have a conversation without meeting Aesop. But....

"I forgot to ask but, what is inside that painting?"

Joseph looked at you surprised but he smiled but something feels off.

He removed the cloth to reveal the painting that suddenly grabbed you.

"?!"

"It was fun to have a nice conversation with you. But if we happen to make a deal I'll set you free from that bastard but in return you need to be mine."

But you have a lover.

"W-Why.... We are just friends."

Joseph was about to place a hand on your cheek but you resisted it.

"But I was beginning to like you. I can infect you better than that man. Plus you also like me you know~"

You don't like where this is going.

"Time is ticking~ Please make your choice."

You want to get out of here but that would mean you will have to cheat on Aesop. But you don't want that. You can feel that you are closer to the painting which touches you in the worse place possible and you don't want to know where this is going.

"3."

You don't know what to do.

"2."

It gets hopeless at the second.

"1."

Where is Aesop when you need him?!

"FUCK YOU!!!!"

You yelled at Joseph's face which made him twitch just to force you to a position that you don't want what was going to happen next.

"In that case I will force you to be mind."

He draw himself closer has he touches your body but was about to remove your clothes which tears fell to your eye, in one last resort you have no other options.

"TRICKSTER!!!!"

In just one second you fell to the ground where nothing touches your body anymore but instead you heard a chocking noises.

Your eyes saw Aesop holding Joseph by the neck, suffocating him.

"Y...You!!!"

Joseph tried to regain his breath but Aesop is not having it.

"You don't even like my wife/husband in the first place. After all, you just want to use my wife/husband for your pleasures anyway."

He said as the man was struggling from Aesop's grip, till a tentacle pass him the syringe that contains bromide. Which you recognize the chemical that he is about to use.

"We had a new customer that was reading for surrogating~ I will look forward to display it on the stage."

You saw Joseph pleading for his life and yet, you hugged Aesop from behind which almost startles him.

"Love....lets just go home together. No need to kill him..."

You said as Trickster was silent but he let Joseph go but tosses him to the coffin.

"Love. Never do that again."

You shivered and cried on his back knowing what us going to happen, you will be expecting a harsher punishment. And yet he instead patted you on the head.

"You did the mission good dear. I'm proud of you."

You found yourself in Aesop's arms, it was warm, comforting, and what you yearn for. Till you fell asleep in his arms, you see nothing but peace in Aesop's arms.

But now you do piece the puzzle together which you were sleeping.

After you were fired and kicked out from your home, you were in the streets trying to play Identity V for the last time. But you were ambushed and killed in your sleep which results you to be in purgatory. But you meet Aesop who reveals himself as Trickster who saw your suffering and yet did offer a deals with you.

"If you accept my deal, you will be my wife/husband in return, if you cheat on me I'll send you back to hell."

You had no other choice but to accept it since you don't have time to burn in hell. But you were not expecting to be his lover, then again he is your utmost favorite so you had to accept his offer but at the cost of your memories to be wiped by the infection of the abyss.

When you wake up, you were at bed, your head resting on his lap as he smiled gently at you.

"Love. Are you okay?"

"Yeah...."

Aesop leaned to kiss you to which you accept lovingly before you decided to pin him on the bed. As tears falls on your eyes.

"I'm so sorry....Aesop..."

You said knowing that you almost cheated on him, and yet Aesop just stroke your cheek but his eyes were still red and purple.

"You don't have to be sorry my love. I'm thankful that you called for me."

Aesop said but you know that this is not the proper apology.

Instead, you gave him more kisses and more whispers of "I love you." hearing his moans in return just for you to see his flustered face.

"Y....You...."

You gently remove his tie which you kiss his neck.

"I remember everything....even if it was a touch challenge."

You said before wrapping your eyes with his tie. He watches you from head to toe feeling aroused by the feeling.

"I want you to punish me even more, Aesop."

He was surprised at the second before he felt his face flustered with tiny tears on his eyes.

"Never, do that again okay love?"

He said before pulling you closer to his lips.

"Alright, my love."

You two did have a long night right beside a coffin that now confirms a dead person inside.

[stellari-s]

༊*·˚ 冬の深夜、凍った星が光った。

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[sk3tch404]

Can I request a drawing of yan aesop meeting fem gyaru darling since im a gyaru myself please ? btw if you don't know what a gyaru is I can send you some info on it !

AH I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW WHEN U ASKED ME THIS WHAT LMFAOAOAO

HELL YEAH FEM GYARU (Kogal) READER X YAN AESOP

Click for better quality lol

Anyone else ask for Animal Crossing Aesop too tho? 🤠

[yanderes-galore]

yan aesop [IDV] scenario of him taking care of his broken darling please ?

Sure. Takes place in an AU that's pre-manor game. A bit short but I think it turned out well.

Like You're Dead

Yandere! Aesop Carl Scenario/Short

Possible Trigger Warnings: Yandere-like behavior, Obsession, Kidnapping, Mind break, Degrading behavior, Compares Darling a lot to a corpse, Somewhat bodyshaming, Neglect, Mentions of death, Implied starvation, Unhealthy infatuation/obsession with making darling look like a corpse, Obsession over dead people.

To him, you were as delicate and as pretty as a golden rose. The Embalmer normally thought only the dead held such beauty. Yet when you appeared he was proven wrong.

You had come in once to ask for his help. He was very skilled in his craft and you had a funeral to prepare for. With benevolence, he offers his services.

Although his gray eyes tended to wander, moving from the corpse to where you were waiting ever so patiently. It was an unusual way to meet someone you adore. However, the Embalmer believed there was something special about you.

Aesop didn't think you could get any more beautiful. Yet again you had proven his expectations wrong the more he got to know you. Even if most of it was... by force.

Aesop was no ordinary man you'd meet. He was the apprentice of a serial killer. Unsavory deeds was something he's witnessed time and time again.

The 'time' you two then spent together wore you down significantly. The more your mind broke, the more beautiful you got to Aesop. More, and more, you looked like a corpse.

The Embalmer would often wear you down with remarks. He's always liked the dead more than the living. The more he pushed, he got even more infatuated.

"The dead don't scream, dear. I've always hated when the living did that...."

"Your hair would look lovely with a crown of golden roses!"

"You look so withered... just like the corpses I know so well."

It felt degrading to you that Aesop compared you to a corpse. You didn't want to be in this dank little room surrounded by embalming supplies.... You wanted to be with your family.

However, escape looked as if it would never grace you.

Your mind breaking was exactly what Aesop intended. You look so much better in such a decaying state to him. So quiet, so pretty, so his....

While you may not be happy... Aesop does what he can to give affection. Limited food and water, barely any outside time... but lots of strange touches. Your mind has rotted to the point you give up on what happens.

The Embalmer is psychotic, restricting you of your basic human rights. He just wants you to sit there and look pretty. Which in this case, means sitting in one place and looking rotten.

You used to try and talk him out of it. Trying to get him to snap back to normal. Turns out, this is his normal.

This obsession the man holds towards you is dangerous. You aren't happy here, much unlike him who's thriving off this. This is in no way a healthy relationship.

You would either die here or feel like you were for the rest of your meaningless life.

All while Aesop sits there, grinning under his face mask at your demise.

"Even in death, you'll be the prettiest you've ever been to me."

[super-mikisenapi-blog]

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐭

@demonbitterbite​ Aesop , and his daughter  I made some art but i’m actually gonna make this a series !

[aesopsbaby]

➵Imagine

Yandere Aesop following you and hovering over your shoulder in matches because he's just so mesmerised by you. Everything about you just makes him feel so light headed and giddy. He'll follow you and stare at you as you decode,causing you to be stressed out as he's not doing anything. He's just standing there and staring at you,making no move to decode nor help your teammates.

Aesop pulling you away from the cipher machine to hold your face in his hands as he leans in close to inspect your features.

"What is it that makes you so fascinating,I truly wonder my love."

[sakurayumeno]

Yanderes Reacting to You Attacking Them

Characters: Aesop, Alva, Andrew, Edgar, Eli, Luchino [H & S], Norton.

Genre: Yandere, Drabble.

Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, physical violence.

A/N: This has been sitting in the drafts since April and I kept adding people since then for some reason. It's finished now though!! Btw huge disclaimer, do not do this in real life. This is meant to be for the shits and giggles, not to permit people to do this. Same goes for my other yandere writings. Just wanted to clear this all up just incase.

If you don’t like yandere or if it makes you uncomfortable, don’t read.

Aesop at first glance doesn't seem like the type of person to be able to hold his own, but thats far from the truth. He literally carried bodies for his job before coming to the manor, he's quite confident he could take you on if needed. If it means hurting you then so be it, he'll patch you up later. But when he does, he won't be as careful as he was before. So don't be surprised when he "accidentally" bandages you up too tight or sticks the suture needle in the wrong spot... multiple times.

Aesop

Alva

Not mad, just disappointed. He's told you multiple times on why he had to take you away from those untrustworthy teammates of yours, they were dangerous and he couldn't risk losing another person he cares about, but you never would listen.

More brains than brawn. He knows you could best him in a fight, so he cheats a little, using his electromagnetism to stop you. Think smart not hard.

Andrew

This is what he deserves, he truly believes that, there's no reason for him to stop you in his eyes. How could he? He was the one who did something wrong and this is his punishment. Being hurt by the one he loves has never hurt so much before, but he understands. If doing this to him makes you happy, seeing him in pain by your own hand, then he'd gladly have you do it again.

Edgar

This guy has most likely never been in a physical fight in his life. He has no idea what to do, which makes him feel so vulnerable. And there's nothing else he loathes more than feeling vulnerable. So he panics and does whatever he can to get you to back off, even if it means to fight dirty. He'll kick, he'll pull hair, ears, anywhere he can reach. And when it's all over and your body aches from his attacks, he'll be looming over you, scowling with the pitiful tears of fear in his eyes.

Eli

He takes many precautions with you to avoid situations like this from happening. With his foresight, he already knew what you were planning and would try to talk you out of it, not wanting to resolve this in a violent manner. Because look, he's not very strong, in fact you could most likely overpower him if you really tried.

But if his attempt to dissuade you was to no avail, he would only fight back to defend himself, not hurt you. He couldn't bring himself to do such a thing to his lover.

Luchino || Hunter

...really? What were you thinking when you were trying to do that? There's no chance of you ever overpowering him and you both know it. So he just... laughs it off. He laughs at you. He finds your fruitless attempt hilarious, he thought you were smarter than that. Then, he grabs you by the back of your shirt like you're nothing but a small animal to him: a predator and its prey. But he was right about one thing, he knew you were such an intresting human.

Luchino || Survivor

He's more worried about you more than anything. Having a job working with highly venomous reptiles is nothing to take lightly. Your safety is his number one priority, even though it should be the other way around.

Now, he's not gonna do anything drastic, seeing as he doesn't want to worsen the already dangerous situation, but he's going to act serious about it. Firmly grabbing you by the shoulders and dragging you out of the room, only to then start scolding you. Not for what you did, but how you could've gotten hurt. It's not that he won't acknowledge that you attacked him, it's just that he knows your effort against him is completely futile. He only wishes you'll soon realize the same.

Norton

If you surprise him enough, you may be able to topple him over, forcing him to let out a string of curses at the sudden tackle you give him. Once he sees that his attacker is you, he tries to get you to stop, pleading for you to calm down. He'll even be trying to grab your arms to get you to cease your actions.

Absolutely sucks at fighting, especially if someone else starts it, but if you are considerably weaker than him then he may stand a chance.

[smittenroses]

hi i saw requests was open-

uh

unrequited love with Joseph, Aesop and Eli?

on uh our side

please, thanks ^-^

(also i just realised i wasn’t following u, sorry)

Unrequited Love — Joseph, Aesop and Eli

Cw: yandere-like behaviour in the form of obsessiveness, delusions, light self harm and hints of murder (Aesop), obsession (rational), unhealthy power dynamics and isolation (Joseph).

Please skip their parts if you do not enjoy Yandere-like behaviours as it's a central theme of their parts for reasons that become quite clear.

Also please remember (after the last time I posted dark Aesop headcanons): I am an autistic person myself and thus use my experience for writing him, and Aesop's behaviours are not a result of his autism in canon, they are a result of his upbringing with Jerry Carl, and I am simply putting my spin on his behaviours.

I will not hesitate to block if people come to me saying that I am demonising Aesop's autism.

Joseph Desaulniers | The Photographer

Joseph Desaulniers is a man that grew up refined, gentlemanly and... very lonely; after the passing of his brother, he struggled to even form friendships or even register any sort of affections as being comforting. He knew deep within his soul that Claude would want him to eventually move on but its quite difficult when it comes to the fact he spent his entire life trying to find a way to bring him back in order to try and secure a happiness he thought he forever lost.

When you had walked into his life, he thought that you were a gift sent by the gods above — maybe even his brother too — as you lit a spark deep within his shrivelled and decaying heart. He practically began to worship the ground you walked on deep within his mind as you laughed, you cried, you looked at him and he couldn't help but find himself melting. It was the happiest he had ever been since the passing of his brother

That's why his heart shattered immediately when you told him that you could not reciprocate his feelings. It scattered on the floor and was stomped by a million elephants, but yet somewhere deep in his mind he was sort of relieved that you had been so honest about it — he knew that in his mind, you had become simply a replacement for Claude, someone that he knew would never be able to come back no matter how much he would try over, and over, and over again.

Even if he knew it was wrong, he still couldn't help but crave for your touch, for your conversation and watching as you would interact with others caused for his thoughts to darken. You were your own person, yes, but it was quite different when others could have what he didn't: your affection.

As a hunter, he held a significant amount of power over those little survivor friends of yours. Maybe he could convince them to stay away.

Aesop Carl | The Embalmer

Aesop... getting attached to someone is quite alarming at first given his tendency to stay away from people, hell, it even alarms himself when he realises that he strays away from his routine just for one silly person! Whenever he gets infatuated with someone it quickly turns into a disaster so many tend to keep their distance. It doesn't take long until he eventually will lose interest.

It isn't his fault he acts this way; Jerry never showed him how to hold and maintain relationships beyond business matters, so when the need to be loved, to be held, to be seen as someone more than a teammate creeps its way into the crevices of Aesop's brain, it easily becomes dark.

He tends to confuse parental affection and lover affection easily.

It seems that you didn't get the memo about avoiding becoming the Embalmer's latest fixation as the more that Aesop got to know you, the more he fell and those dark thoughts began to swirl around in his head, swirl around, and around, and around until you couldn't get out of his head! You're on his mind 24/7, you're running laps and making him giddy.

You witnessed his first outburst when you rejected him, watching as he slammed his beloved makeup case to the floor and the contents of it spilling out all over the carpet of the manor, quickly gathering the attention of the other survivors as they rushed to separate you from the man. He didn't mean to scare you, he really didn't, but hearing that you didn't reciprocate his feelings made him so mad.

He watched as you were dragged out of sight by Norton as Ada attempted to calm him down, that his behaviour was unacceptable as he stuffed his fingers in his mouth, chewing on already broken skin and nail. No, he loved you and you loved him, why didn't you see it yet?

Maybe he might need to show you his gift sooner than he liked. You needed to know how much he adored you... He never asks for much, please, he needs you.

Eli Clark | The Seer

This man is the only one out of the three that was able to learn how to form healthy relationships in his time outside of the manor so if he's the one interested in you, thank fuck.

He's missing Gertrude dearly and the fact that you remind him so much of her sends his heart aflutter in his chest so much that Brooke Rose has to tell him to calm down before he gives himself a literal stroke.

Probably the sweetest one since he'll do anything and everything in his power to make sure that you're happy and that you are able to go to him for anything. He values himself on being helpful, visions or not.

Probably foretold to himself that you would reject him and was oddly calm when you said 'no', but either way he was still smiling when he said "Then we can still be friends?"

[angxlyxn]

preservation - aesop x f. reader

summary: Aesop wants to make sure that you stay as his, forever.

warnings: death, reader dies, minor gore (blood), asphyxiation/choking, obsessive behavior, usage of a syringe, death by use of pancuronium bromide.

a/n: identity v is unfortunately my current brainrot, so please take this.  i’m actually pretty proud of this piece and i hope you enjoy it too!

word count: ~4.6k

When you had first arrived at the manor, you had been seen by many as strange.  An oddity if you will, a disturbance in the otherwise monotonous and flat life that the others led.  You had stood upon the steps of the mansion, clutching a leather case between your clammy hand and knocking definitively on the door.  The oaken frame was soon flung open by a vivacious girl, her brown hair falling in locks about her face and tangling around her chin with a sort of carelessness.  She had introduced herself to you as Emma, and you had given her a curt nod in return.  You mumbled out your name, mindlessly letting your eyes drift about the meticulous architecture of the manor in disinterest, the girl’s lively rambles buzzing about and filtering through your previously vacant ears.  She soon had led you into the warmth of the building, a creeping feeling overtaking you as she tugged you towards the dining hall, where she said the others were waiting.  Your hands tightened around your skirt pocket, where the letter that brought you to this place was secured.  It had promised a large sum of money for your participation in some sort of “game”, of which the details were not included.  You, however, blindly jumped at the opportunity.  Lack of a spouse and job had left you nearly homeless, and you had become tired of being a scavenger, tired of having your life depend on whether or not an inn had vacancies.  So, the idea of a huge cash prize was everything to you.  

You remembered clearly the moment when you had been pulled into the dining room and hurriedly introduced by an overly excited Emma, the sea of survivors greeting you with looks varying from boredom to contempt.  One person, however, stood out to you as they looked on with an expression of interest, cold grey eyes analyzing your features and brows drawing together in thought.  You returned his stare, not as a challenge but simply out of curiosity.  Upon realizing that you were looking at him as well, he turned away from you, gently tucking the hem of his mask further over his thin nose.

A peculiar one, Aesop was.  He never did grow less reticent during your time together, always staying serious and stone-faced, yet easy to fluster.  A few survivors took advantage of his frightful nature, but most were too afraid of the embalmer to even spare a glance in his direction.

Which, he supposes, is where his infatuation with you began.  You were like him, in a way.  Generally avoided by most, with the exception of a few more social survivors, such as Kevin and Emma.  Luca, it seemed, had also taken a liking to you, and often would drag you along to keep him company.  Those were the times that Aesop hated the most.  He never minded much when Kevin would flirt, or when Emma would insist on you helping her with her gardening, because he knew that these were just patterns of behavior, and nothing personal.  Luca, however, was hard to read.  He was extroverted, yet private, and tried as he did, Aesop was never able to figure him out.  His motives were too jumbled to understand, his words always far too fast and convoluted.  And the amount of attention you seemed to divert to the young inventor was more than enough to bring forth the feelings of jealousy and disdain that seemed to occupy Aesop whenever someone spoke of or interacted with you.  

Despite these odd feelings, Aesop was disgusted by you.  The living repulsed him, and you weren’t supposed to be an exception to this rule.  He would hold back a flinch each time that you would breathe, the motion of your chest rising filling him with contempt both for you and himself.  He hated that he was so attached to a living thing such as you.  

You would be so much better off dead.  So much prettier with your eyes permanently closed, the gentle flush that usually occupied your cheeks drawn out from your skin.  

He knew that he had to resist these temptations of seeing you lifeless.  Aesop was a calculated man, but he seemed to have much less control when it came to you.  So, he decided that it would do him well to attempt to act as one usually would, and for a time he tried to fit himself into the social structure of the manor, at least more so than he usually did.

He tried to grow closer to you as someone usually would.  The male would dedicate part of his day to attempting to be social with you, although this usually just meant that he would sit near you in the library or join you by the fireplace.  Little to no words were exchanged between the two of you, and yet, he could not have wished for anything more.  During the time he spent with you, he was able to observe, able to familiarize himself with your behavior, your quirks, and your patterns.  He found immense satisfaction in watching as your expression would change as you read, taking great joy in the way that your brows would cinch together every so often.  Not to mention your other more intimate expressions.  It almost felt orgasmic to the male whenever the most lithe of smiles would spread across your cheeks.  Sometimes he would grow flustered just thinking about the gentle curve of your lips, or the way your tongue would protrude slightly in an ever so innocent way when you would grace him with that kind smile of yours.

This was enough to keep him content for a long time, but at some point, that changed.  He grew bored of just watching you, and longed for more.  He wished to feel you against him, to feel your steady breaths reverberate against his ribs.  He wanted to experience the sensation of you quivering against him, wanted to caress and tug your hair, wanted to wrap his hands around your pretty little neck and squeeze until you were begging and gasping for air.  He wanted to make it so you were completely at his mercy.

Unable to refuse him.  

Helpless.

But still he continued watching you, without your knowledge, of course.  He familiarized himself with your schedule, and found that Tuesdays were the days you were most often matched, while Sundays you always kept to yourself, not even sparing a glance at other survivors unless it’s warranted.  

Sunday was Aesop’s favorite day.  Sunday meant that he could observe you without being bothered or eavesdropped on himself, it meant that he could watch over you in an environment where pests, such as the likes of Luca and Emma, weren’t constantly flitting about you.  

Today was a Sunday, and Aesop was planning something special for you.

A bundle of storm clouds had gathered atop the manor. Rain had already drenched the wooden exterior of the building, and was now continuously pelting against the many window panes.  The sound of the storm resounded through the manor in a way that was reminiscent of a hum.  You presently were sitting inside of your room, clothed in a silk nightdress that was gifted to you by Miss Nightingale.  You didn’t have many proper clothes upon your arrival at the manor, neither had most other of the participants.  The majority of your wardrobe was provided for you by the woman herself, whom you had never seen.  

The dress itself was rather comfortable, and draped nicely over your body.  It reached the floor, the ruffled trim on it brushing against your feet periodically.  You had laid yourself across your bed, pulling the blankets adorning it up to your chest and drawing the bed curtains closed.  A book sat beside you on your bedside table, and yet you couldn’t be bothered with reading it.  You were too occupied with watching the rain outside, memorizing the patterns of the water as it fell down and clambered against the manor.  

A knock at the door brought you out of your dazed state.  You waited for a voice to precede the sound, but nothing came, and so you rose from your bed, reluctantly moving out from under the bundle of blankets and grabbing a dressing robe from your armoire.  You pulled it on, walking tiredly towards the door with an unconcerned expression and grasping the brass handle, pulling the hatch open to reveal the delicate frame of a man before you.

Aesop stood outside of your doorway, grasping his embalming kit and standing stock still, as though someone had forced a pole up his back.  

“Mr. Carl..” You said, voice breathy and calm as you pulled your robe further over your exposed clavicle.  He offered a curt nod in return, acknowledging you with a blink.  You noticed how his hands were shaking, quivering around the handle of his kit as he stood in front of you, his fingers obviously clamming up.  Perhaps he was nervous?  “Do you need something?”

He looked up at you with a frightened expression, and you were worried that you had said the wrong thing.  He looked back down, turning from your skeptical eyes and nodding profusely.

“Y-Y/n,” he began, gaze still casted downwards. “Would you mind...a-accompanying me to my room?  Th-There’s a bird that flew in, and I don’t know what to do about the thing.”  His voice shook as he spoke.  

You squinted at him.  It was raining outside.  Why had he propped open his window?  Why would he ask you for help?  Emma and Eli were both much more comfortable with animals than you, and the latter especially had a talent with birds.

“Do you want me to get Eli?  He’s much better with things like that,” you offered, your voice skeptical.  

He finally looked up to meet your eyes, his pupils dilating slightly.  

“No, I’d- I’d rather have you.  Help me, I mean,” he finished awkwardly.

You turned over his question in your mind, surveying the man’s frail appearance.  Aesop had never talked to you much, but you supposed he did have a habit of staying around you.  Sometimes you would find him following you places, and he never seemed to be more than a room away from you.  You knew very well the male’s nervous tendencies, as well as his difficulty with interacting with others.  Part of you felt sympathetic for him, but your place in the manor’s social structure wasn’t much different than his.  Still, you felt obligated to help him.  Not many other survivors, or hunters for that matter, acted too kindly towards Aesop.  If he had worked up the courage to ask you something, you might as well comply with his wishes.  He never asked much of anyone, so you supposed it was a rare occasion that you should indulge.

“Alright,” you said hesitantly.  He looked up at you, his eyes the most telling they had ever been.  His grey irises swirled with probably the closest thing to joy you had ever seen him express, mixed with a bit of shock.  You supposed the second part was warranted.  You weren’t particularly one for helping others around the manor, especially because of how selfish and cruel many of the survivors were.  You sure as hell weren’t going to help Freddy if all he would do is be stingy towards you, neither would you help Naib, who would just yell at you if you tried to assist him.  You couldn’t be too upset with him for his reactions, though.  You supposed you would do the same.  Your life before the manor, which was generally spent in poverty and isolation, had bestowed upon you the gift of independence, as well as a lack of selflessness.  You saw this as good.  Why help others if they have nothing to offer to you?  

You were only helping Aesop because...well...you supposed you enjoyed his company, however solitary the time you spent together would be.  And you supposed he had never asked for anything before…

And so you were off, following Aesop down the winding hallways of the manor.  He led you through sets of doors, each strikingly similar and equally as eerie as the next.  The clothed floor creaked beneath you as you walked, carpet growing indents in it each time either of you would take a step.  

After what felt like an eternity filled with nothing more than the sound of monotonous footsteps, you reached what you presumed to be the embalmer’s door.  It was a tall door, one that was crafted from mahogany and glazed to be a darker, more sultry color.  He hesitantly turned to face you, an unsure expression on his face as he gazed at you with distrust.  

“I…” He began, only to leave his sentence hanging.  

“You wanted me to shoo away the bird, right?”

Aesop tried not to panic as he looked at you.

Vulnerable you.

Standing outside of his room.

Once you were within the confines of his abode, he could do whatever he wished to you.  You were going to look so wonderful dead.

He wrapped a milky hand around the doorknob, pulling it open and letting you into his room.  He watched you with narrowed eyes as you walked through, observing your surroundings with a sort of careful skepticism.

You had a distinct feeling that something was wrong.  Aesop never allowed anyone into his quarters.  He never even let anyone see inside of his embalming kit.  He was excessively private.  This was strange.  And the feeling of eyes burning into your back was not helping with your nerves.

“Mr. C-Carl,” you said, shifting to face him.  “Where was the bird?”  Your words knocked him out of his unconscious stupor, and he shut his door behind him before pointing to a place near his clothing chest.  You turned around, walking towards it as he discreetly locked the door behind him.  

He watched you intently as you bent over, looking carefully through his meticulously organized room with part curiosity and part concern.  

“Aesop,” he corrected, his voice barely a whisper.  

You hummed in confusion, looking back to face him.  

“My name...please don’t be so formal.”  

Your eyes betrayed you as utter confusion seeped through your pupils.  Aesop had always been one for formalities, and he had always been perhaps the strictest about respect out of the group.  Only a few survivors called him by his first name, all of which did so without his permission.  This wasn’t like him.

By now you were certain that something was wrong.  However, you just nodded compliantly, still foolishly putting your trust in the male and shoving your suspicions down.  He was probably just trying to be nice.  

You breathed in a sigh, turning back to to corner and continuing to look for the bird.  There were no signs of one, and you grew increasingly irritated at the male for calling you as you came to the realization that there was probably no such thing in the first place.  Bringing a finger up to your temple, you muttered out once more.  

“Mr. Car-”  

“I told you to refer to me as Aesop.”

You felt a deep presence take its place near you as you stood stock still, the clarity of the young embalmer’s voice indicating that he was directly behind you.  Lurching upwards, you whipped around, an unintentionally accusatory expression on your face.  

“Please don’t...be so close to me.  I-  Why are you..” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, your discombobulated words drying up as he leaned into you, moving his face down to meet yours as you looked on with discomfort and shifted away from him as far as you could.  He just hummed in satisfaction, eyes narrowing as he observed the power he currently held over you, how you were bending away at the mere prospect of his touch.  Anyone else might have found this hurtful, but your actions just submerged Aesop into an unmistakable feeling of power, one that he faintly remembered from his time before the manor when he was still working as an apprentice.

He carefully reached out a hand, feelings of longing spreading through his fingertips as he drew them close to your face.  A slender digit traced up to your hairline, shifting some stray hairs aside.  You stood there, quivering.  

This was uncomfortable.  You had to go.  Even Aesop must know that this wasn’t normal.  Your eyes darted across the four walls of his room before falling on the door.  You spared him one more shaking glance before pushing him away from you, shoving the male to the side and sprinting towards your only viable exit.  You heard him stumble a bit behind you, the satisfaction of having stunned him motivating you to move faster.  You grasped a hand out, searching blindly for the doorknob in a less than futile attempt to let yourself out of the room.  You grabbed a hold of it, shaking wildly when it failed to click open.  

An unforeseen force grasped you by the back of your collar, pulling you backwards and eliciting a few chokes from you.  Your body collided with something soft behind you, the slim torso of the embalmer pressing up against yours in an uncomfortably heated manner.  His breathing was thick and shallow, as though he were struggling for air as he grasped you within his horribly depraved hands.  His arm slid around your middle, pulling you further into him as he breathed down your neck, heavy sighs falling against your skin and creating a sensation of chills within your shoulders.  

“Don’t run,” he said between heavy breaths, voice shaky and thick with something akin to arousal.  

Without warning, you were shoved against the cold wood of his desk, head banging against the surface as he wrapped his hands around your throat, his movements sharp and concise.  You yelped, only for the sound to come out as a series of gasps due to his inhuman grip on you.  You clawed your hands against his, eyes glazing over as you fought against the male.  He refused to let up on you, his mask itching down his face and revealing a sick half smile.  

You felt as though you were about to die. Correction: you were going to die.  But you were nothing if not a fighter.  You kicked your steadily numbing leg up, your unclothed foot colliding with his stomach.  He grimaced, his grip loosening noticeably for what must have been less than a second.  This moment, however, was enough to give you just the slightest bit of hope, and so you kept struggling. If he was going to kill you, you should at least like to go out fighting.  

A flash of clarity came to you as you shoved your hands towards his face, aiming for his eyes as your outstretched fingers came into contact with the male’s milky flesh.  He threw himself backwards, retracting his hands and hissing as he shaded his face from further assault.  

You took off, sprinting wildly towards the door and stumbling over your own feet as you tumbled away from your attacker, lunging once more and outstretching your hand.  Taking heed of your previous mistakes, your fingers slipped around the lock, releasing it before pulling the door open.  The hallway never had looked so inviting before as you jumped out into it, forcing yourself through the doorway and out into the hallway and screaming for someone to help and…

And no sound came from your lips.  In one swift motion, Aesop grabbed you back, his grip on your midsection suffocating.  He kicked the door closed, wrapping his arm around your chin in order to muffle the cries that were threatening to spill out of your mouth.  You kicked and struggled as he once again pulled you backwards, keeping one arm wrapped around your waist as he reached into the pocket of his jacket.  

“I wanted to try and make this as painless for you as I could, darling.  However, it appears that tried methods always work the best.  Choking is far too messy of death anyways, isn’t it?  I want the beginning of your new life with me to be as clean as possible, I want it to be something befitting of a person like you.”  You stopped moving, freezing up as he spoke out the word death.  “It’s a good thing I prepared for this, hm?”

You craned your head towards his mobile hand, spotting a syringe filled with a milky substance, the tip of it dripping slightly as he pushed the plunger forward and tested the liquid.  

“What?-”  You managed to spit out, gasping as you pulled against his restricting arm with all your worth.  

“Pancuronium bromide,” the male said, addressing your unspoken query.  “It’s a serum used in lethal injection.  It should be relatively painless, well- as painless as death can be.”  His voice was confident, firmer than you had ever heard it.  It was terrifying, how quickly he had switched from his customary anxious demeanor to this cold, almost professional persona.  

“No, Aesop please think about this!  I’ll- I don’t know what you want, money, or- or information or sex- but I’ll give it to you, please we can work this out, I just- Mr. Carl please!”

He paused before answering, his grip tightening even more as he began to speak.  “My love.  My beautiful, exquisite gem, my precious doll.  You really do not understand, do you?  This is the only way we can truly be together.  I cannot bear to be without you any longer, I can’t stand being without your presence.  Of course, the likes of you wouldn’t spend time with someone such as myself, so you must understand that this is just me ensuring that we can stay together, forever.”  He halted, letting his words hang heavy in the air. “I’m doing this because I love you.  This pain will be temporary, but my affections for you won’t ever let up.  I’ve never had even a concept of what love should be, but you’ve helped me to see that this is what it is, and you are the person who I have chosen to spend the rest of my time with.”  His voice grew gentler as he spoke, his tone reverent as he held you.  You grew numb at his words.  He truly was messed up, in more ways than one.  What he was describing was not love, it was obsession.  It was a cruel infatuation, one that, for some reason, had led to him feeling the need to kill you.  

“Aesop.  I- I promise I’ll be with you.  I- I love you!  I do..and I will continue to do so, but you must let me live.  I beg this of you, I just wish to spend time with you, I truly am o-obsessed with you, Mr. Carl.”  You felt him freeze up behind you at your feigned confession.  The promise of your affections had to be enough to convince him to not kill you, you were going to make sure of it.  No matter what, you were going to make it away from the embalmer, alive.  You would try anything, and eventually you would be-

“Doll,”  He began, his arm resuming its suffocating grip on your torso, the sudden pressure enough to make you draw your breath in as you fought for air.  “Please don’t be so formal.  I told you to call me Aesop”

A sharp pain spread through your neck, the feeling of a needle plunging into your skin barely registering in your mind as he held you, a low hum falling from his mouth as he held your quivering self.  He drained the syringe of the substance, pushing it further into your vein as he gazed down on you with eyes full of concentrated adoration.  He had killed before, but nothing had ever felt as satisfying as gripping your twitching body, holding onto your vulnerable form as the fluid began to spread through your bloodstream.  You shook against him as he laid you on his bed, silken sheets coming up to caress your steadily paling face.  

Nimble fingers removed the syringe, wiping the needle with a nearby cloth before setting both upon a bedside table.  His silver eyes drank in your form, pupils dilated as he ran his gaze over the red marks on your neck.  He couldn’t manage to resist a final temptation of his, reaching his hands out once more and wrapping them on top of the strips of pink skin.  He knew that the bromide would be enough to kill you, but he couldn’t deny that there was something satisfying about the power he felt as he had choked you before.  As so he gazed down at you, now too weak to struggle against his hold.  

His grip was what finally pushed you over the edge.  A deep breath reverberated through your lungs right as the life finally faded from your eyes, pupils glazing over and cornea becoming cloudy as you gazed forward with a sort of inanimate poise.  You were still, completely still.

Aesop was right.

You did look beautiful dead.

He kept his eyes on you, gazing at you distrustingly as he retrieved his embalming case, as though he was expecting you to spring back to life.  

He set it down beside you before moving your limp legs onto the bed, your body significantly heavier than it was before.  Such was one of the physical tolls of death.  

Hands subconsciously reached for a needle and thread, used normally for repairing ripped clothes and garments before burials.  It held a different purpose for you, though.  You were special, a newly immortalized doll, and one that should be treated as such.  He threaded the needle, gripping it between careful fingers before carefully lifting your eyelid and plunging it within the flesh that lay there.  He slowly sewed it to your bottom lid, a bit of blood spurting out, which he quickly wiped away with a previously pristine white cloth.  He moved on to your other eyes, repeating his same meticulous process.  A finger traced over your stitches, caressing them with a sort of gentleness that could only occupy one such as Aesop. He took another glance at your features, deciding that you needed to look at least a bit more lifelike.  Aesop hated the living, but he supposed you had always given him pleasure while alive.  He wanted to preserve his feelings, no matter what.  He plucked the corners of your mouth up into a smile before threading the string through your lips and cheeks, forcing your features into a permanent simper.  He tied off the string, appeased by the doll-like appearance that the stitches gave you.  He took out some blush, methodically spreading it upon your blanched cheeks and up near your nose, returning a bit of life into your body.  Your robe was soon pulled open, leaving you in only your nightgown.  You looked so soft, so vulnerable.  Aesop was pleased.

He caressed his hand against your cheeks before bending beneath his bed, drawing out an elongated wooden box that lay there.  He opened the top, revealing the plush white surface of the surrogate coffin.  He pushed himself up, more careful than ever as he placed you within the tomb, manually wrapping your hands over your chest.  You looked so peaceful, so utterly perfect, and you were going to stay as such.

Now you two would be bound forever, with him as your owner and you as his loving doll.  Such a relationship was born out of his pure love for you, his unadulterated affection that no one, not even yourself, could hinder for any longer.  This was a safer and more thorough solution, not to mention more desirable for Aesop.

He despised the living.

And so here you were, perfectly preserved for him.  

[eunxhan]

Hi!! Can I please have some yandere stuff for Aesop Carl and Luca Balsa from Idenity V? Tysm <3 (gn reader?)

I have already posted ❤️ — TRAPPED INSIDE

[acacatberry]

Aesop Yandere Alphabet (A-M)

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

The list I used: https://dear-yandere.tumblr.com/post/188860909008/yandere-alphabet

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Aesop shows his love through small actions and words. He would kiss the back of your hand or whisper sweet little nothings into your ear. It won’t get too intense unless he is extremely jealous, which rarely happens.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Aesop will not hesitate to eliminate someone if they get too close. After all, he has and will guide many people to death.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He would admire you, almost like you were a doll, or a body ready to be embalmed. Although, mocking you is an absolute no for Aesop, even during love making. However, he will chain you up if needed, so you can’t escape him.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything else against their Darlings will?

Aesop won’t do much without consent at first, but after a while if you keep refusing he might.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Aesop is very loving, but won’t show much vulnerability at first. However, if you accept his advances, he will be more willing to be vulnerable around you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Aesop would understand, but still feel betrayed. This would most likely result in you being chained up, unable to try again until you gain his trust.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Aesop would take you trying to escape very seriously, and would retrieve what is his as soon as possible. Even if it means shedding blood and/or breaking a bone or two.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

If you got close to escaping, Aesop would most likely snap one of your legs in half, just to prevent you from escaping again.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Aesop doesn’t quite know what he wants with your future other than dying together. Maybe he would want to settle down and have a kid or two.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Aesop gets jealous, but it is extremely rare for him to get jealous to the point of doing something in front of everyone.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Aesop loves kissing the back of your hand or your neck and seeing you turn red as a rose. He would also cuddle you if you were touch-starved or really wanted it.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Aesop would first stalk you for a while, then eventually talk to you during a match.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Aesop is a lot more loving near you than with everyone else, but other than that not a lot changes.

[yandereidvsimp]

Yandere Aesop hc’s? 👉👈

Honestly thought no one noticed this blog. That’s the reason for the late reply. I’ll do general hcs

General Yandere Aesop Headcanons

- Possessive

- But also insecure

- “Why were you talking to them? Do you like them more than me? You do, don’t you”

- Has no problem killing other people (probably enjoys it)

- Manipulative

- “You don’t love me. You never did. If you want to prove your love for me, promise that not even death will separate us”

- Not a fan of PDA

- He leaves hickies in places you can’t cover-up

- Tbh, he would kill and embalm you so you can stay with him forever

- “You look ethereal. I did my best to conserve your beauty for eternity”

These are the first hcs I’ve ever written so apologies if they’re bad

[sk3tch404]

Sorry for the inactivity :( Have some Aesop crumbs to make it up to it yall >^<

I'm not even all that into Aesop, but I love drawing him. His design is really appealing and pretty, and his Hair is to DIE for 😭

Tw - kinda vent update thing (Im good. Don't need to vent to anybody rn, just need to let y'all know smth)

My mental health has been really bad lately, I've been doing things with my family, and I've been incredibly irritable. Sorry for not gerting back to yall for a bit.

My commission isn't near done yet. Sorry girl. I hope you don't mind me trying to find the time and motivation to finish it. I thank you too much for your commission.

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Halloween Prompts Day: 24

Word/Theme: Rebirth

Yandere! Phoenix! Aesop Carl (Fenix)

A/N: I finished the event ^^ Although I will be differing from it a bit. It feels a little rushed but the event confused me a little.

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Yandere behavior despite it not feeling like it, Kidnapping

The immortal bird, a servant for the God of Death. A being that took the form of a Phoenix, something that came back anew after it died. A fitting servant for Samhain.

Despite Fenix knowing his role as spy for Samhain, he did enjoy his childhood. Snuck in as a child with a younger Saintess, he grew up with you. The young Phoenix child thinking of you as the family he never truly had.

You were inseparable. Despite Fenix usually being quiet, you gave him company. He was always a great listener to you and wished he would never have to part from you.

You made him deviate from his original plan without even knowing it. Fenix knew sometime in the future he'd have to destroy this town, but thinking of what would happen to you stopped him slightly.

Then, you left the village for three years. Fenix became...worried, vicious at some points even. Demons were outside this village. What if he never saw you again.

It sent the Phoenix into a panic. His most precious human could be gone for good and the town wouldn't let him leave. That also went against Samhain's orders....

"It's too dangerous!" The church calls.

"But you people let her go!?" Fenix counters.

It was unbelievable. It only added more fuel to the Phoenix's fire, making him reconsider Samhain's plan. Maybe that's what Samhain wished for.

Maybe this was all set up.

Then, Moonblessed came bearing news.

"Did you hear she's coming back?" Moonblessed hums towards Fenix. Fenix stops what he was doing and looks towards his companion.

"Do you mean who I think you mean?" He's eager, it's been three years. Three years of him missing you. Now, close to the time of the festival, he could see you again.

But why now?

Why did you have to come back when the ritual was in full swing?

He felt as if he was betraying you. That him having to reveal his identity as the actual immortal bird would cause problems between you.

But, he decided he would go against Samhain's wishes for the village.

For you.

"I'll sacrifice everything for her...."

No one would listen to the plan he had come up with, another attempt at tricking Samhain failed.

There was nothing left to lose when the storm intensified. If only the church listened to him.

"Fenix!" You call, fear gripping at you tightly. He could see it in your eyes. When you saw the blue fire around him and the blackish blue wings on his back, he knew what you were thinking.

That he was some sort of demon sent by Samhain to kill the village and reverse the seal.

While he may truly be a monster in disguise, he wished to tell you that he'd never hurt you. That these blue flames burn for you. That he'd protect the village if it was for you.

"Please, just trust me on this-"

The fight against Samhain was long. In the end it requires Fenix's life to seal Samhain.

You mourn, trying to find some other way, but Fenix says for you not to cry.

"Do not worry, I will see you again." The dark phoenix promises, hand touching your cheek.

"Fenix...?" You ask, noticing the intense emotions in his sapphire eyes.

"Wait for me." He huffs, holding you close.

After the ritual was complete you didn't fully understand. What did Fenix mean?

Months passed and you kept your duties up around the village. Keeping demons out and away while trying to recover after hearing both of your friends betrayed you.

The night is quiet in your home. You lay in bed managing to fall asleep. You're feel light in your sleep, the sensation of flying.

You think you're dreaming until you try to pull your blanket towards you. It isn't there... in fact you open your eyes to see Fenix staring right at you. You don't know where you are, you're terrified.

"I told you I'd see you again." Fenix chimes, kissing your forehead. You push him away.

"Right...Immortal bird- You were reborn...."

"That is correct."

"Where am I?"

"Somewhere safer. The church would have a fit if they saw me, a traitor, back."

"You didn't have to take me away, Phoenix. I'm safe in the village."

"I can't bear leave you alone with the church. I'll protect you. You've seen I'm capable."

"This isn't right, Phoenix!"

The immortal bird frowns, nodding before leaning closer.

"This world isn't right. Who's to say what I'm doing is wrong?"