#yandere astrology

[moonineighthhouse]

🌙🖤 Moon in the 8th House: A Dance of Shadows and Light 🖤🌙

artwork by Bailey Black

🌙🖤 Reflections on 8th House Connections 🖤🌙

For some reason I attract these type of relationships like crazy. I've got it with my dad, my younger brother, my best friend, my exes. my boss, and my current boyfriend and probably more people that I don't know about. I have my moon in my 9th house-the house of personal growth, travel and adventure. so I always end up being the moon in someone else's 8th house. I've read a lot of stuff on the internet where people romanticize it. People need to stop doing that. It's can be intense, passionate, and depending on how emotionally healthy you and the other person is at the time of the relationship-it can trigger insecurities in both individuals-partly due to the intense bonding/passion-thus causing a control issue in the relationship. Yes, the psychic thing is very real with all 8th house relationship. It can be healing, painful or both.

Here is a simple oveview of what I've learned about the various positions in the 8th house.

Artwork by Bailey Black

Moon Conjunct Moon: You'll be each other's mirror. (I got this with my current boyfriend. My moon is in his 8th house along with our moon being only 2 degrees apaprt!) Whatever insecure issues you got-the other person will have the same ones also. I see this in siblings a lot. If you're in a moon/moon 8th house relationship like me-you must (not an option) do a lot of emotional work-you and the other person need to be highly evolved or know how to regulate your emotions. It's not for immature and or emotionally unhealthy people. It can end up being one of the most defining relationships of your life or it will become the biggest regret of your life.

Sun Conjunct Moon: This is the classic “we’re two sides of the same coin.” Expect a deep emotional bond that feels like you’re sharing a secret language. It'll feel like you've known each other since you were kids even though you just met them a few minutes ago. You get each other on a soul level but don’t lose yourselves in the process. This feeling can get addictive. Again, make sure you spend time away from each other-it's so easy to lose yourself in this type of relationship and when it ends...you just want to tear your heart out... (I just want to add that sometimes the other person for whatever reason isn't ready for an intense relationship like this and so they may not return your affection or worse they run away from you. Either way it's painful-just from personal experience. You just have to remind yourself-its them and not you!)

Venus Conjunct Moon: Welcome to the romance zone! This combo brings emotional connection wrapped in affection. You’ll find beauty in being vulnerable. If you have this with with your mother or a same sex sibling/friend...it's the friends for life. With this person in your life-you know you they will always got your back!

Mars Conjunct Moon: Intense animalistic raw passionate energy🎸🔥It can burn out very easy, it can also lead to intense competition if you're not emotionally healthy. (fun fact-Marilyn Monroe had this alignment with Joe DiMaggio. She famously broke his heart and he never got over it. After her untimely death-DiMaggio faithfully placed a dozen pink baby roses on her grave every week until the end of his life)

Mercury Conjunct Moon: This relationship is one of the best to have for those looking for one that'll last a life time. It's great for work colleagues. You two will never be bore together, you'll always be doing something, got tons of projects going on and communication? that'll be this relationship's super power.

Jupiter Conjunct Moon: Get ready for emotional expansion and spiritual growth. This combo encourages optimism and adventure in your relationship. You’ll inspire each other to explore new emotional depths and experiences. Just remember to stay grounded; not every wild idea needs to be acted on! 🎢🖤(I got this with a very close friend. All we have to do is look at each other and we'll start laughing for no reason. We turn into 8 years old kids when we get together. Not every wild idea needs to be acted on? Ya, we need to follow our own advice more!)

Saturn Conjunct Moon: Lots of stability and commitment but it can reveal fears and insecurities-but this can lead to lots of healing if you're open to it. A great combo of everything that's good in a relationship but make sure you communicate and talk to each other.

Pluto Conjunct Moon: This is where transformation meets emotional intensity. Not always an easy relationship. A lot of love/hate/frenemy enemegy. It's a transformative relationship technically but it can also bring out a lot of darkness/revenge plotting/I would say be careful with this one. Requires a lot of maturity not age wise but emotional maturity.🖤

Artwork by Bailey Black

[carnivorousyandeere]

Also if you have questions or guesses about characters’ Zodiac signs I’m all ears.

Like how Ace from the werewolf pack is an Aries sun, but has a lot of Scorpio influences in his chart.

[lamb-bones]

the signs + which fictional characters I headcanon as being those signs

aries - dennis reynolds (it's always sunny in philadelphia)

taurus - esther (orphan)

gemini - vincent vega (pulp fiction)

cancer - elsa (frozen)

leo - joey (friends)

virgo - dee reynolds (it's always sunny in philadelphia)

libra - jeffery (class of 09)

scorpio - anna (frozen)

sagittarius - peter griffin (family guy)

capricorn - ayano aishi (yandere simulator)

aquarius - ken takakura (dandadan)

pisces - isaiah (bridge kids)

[kuunibal]

I asked because its known for Capricorn risings to have extremely sharp jawline and cheekbones, just overall great bone structure! Hence I asked, wondering if you had some saturn influence in your chart (like Aquarius or Capricorn)

Tho the Taurus rising makes sense with the beauty for sure, which you seem to be.

Interesting, I was not aware of that! My Sun is in Aquarius, but I am not sure if that counts for what you are asking. And thank you for the flattering words. :)

[kr0wsart]

A love like the Universe , infinite

[on-leatheredwings]

Co-Conspirator

Yandere! Bruce Wayne x Yandere! (Fem!) Reader 

> romantic > summary: Ever since you asked him to help with your… reconnaissance, he’s been nothing but a great help. And judgment-free. Batman is as paranoid and insane as you are, and that is why he is quite possibly your best friend. > word count: 1285  > [ a/n: just something short, something cute, something for the Girls. i think mutually yandere relationships are a fun dynamic not very explored!!! Still, its pretty mild yandereism here. Trying to warm up to writing bitches who are Actual Freaks . uhhh lmk what you think. hope i communicated the reader's backstory well. the fact she's only a little crazy is amazing, all things considered. i'd love to make a whole fic of this but alas, i am Not Very Good At Plot]

You are dating Bruce Wayne. You bite your lip at the thought, hoping it disguises your shit-eating grin. You have been told you look like a total cheeseball when you daydream. 

It’s a month-long relationship that’s still currently under the radar because you don’t have the luxury of a dual superhero-civilian persona. First, getting trapped in a pocket dimension for 10 years because something-something-Speedforce; next, being booted back into your home dimension and falling out the sky; then, wreaking havoc in Gotham City with your new, uncontrollable powers unmasked and in clear view of Gotham City choppers and news cameras… These things secretive identities do not make. No matter.

Hence why you tend to stay holed up in the Justice League’s Watchtower or your apartment, and rarely go out otherwise. But a month ago, you were bored. Neurotic. You decided to help your good buddy Batman. Fly to Gotham with your power and surprise him on patrol. And, well, you ended up saving Bruce Wayne (and hundreds of other socialites) after a three ton bowling ball careened into a gala at Wayne Tower, courtesy of the Riddler. Your telekinesis kept the whole building from collapsing. You guess that must’ve really turned Bruce Wayne on, because he was shortly afterwards chatting you up and won your phone number. 

On your first date with Gotham’s Most Eligible Bachelor, you blurt out, flustering, that you don’t want to overshadow his charity and all the good work he’s doing. Bruce Wayne dating anyone makes headlines – let alone a superhero. Yes, yes. You simply didn’t want to cramp Bruce Wayne’s philanthropic style. It wasn’t that you were utterly unprepared to have that level of media scrutiny on you and were insecure about dating a man completely out of your league. 

Bruce thanked you for your concern and then kissed you deeply, expertly, for your trouble.

You replay that night’s events in your head, and– goddamnit– cheeseball. You clear your throat and clear your mind.

“I think I’ll want a copy of his birth certificate from Gotham General.”

You glance at Batman, who is seated beside you, and see the corner of his lips quirk. 

“Because you’re going to pull up his birth chart.” Batman knows astrology is an enduring interest of yours. You pout, pulling up Gotham General’s files and sifting through the database. 

“... Maybe.” 

You pause from your search on one of the Justice League’s supercomputers, sneaking a sheepish glance at your co-conspirator. Ever since you asked him to help with your… reconnaissance, he’s been nothing but a great help. And judgment-free. Batman is as paranoid and insane as you are, and that is why he is quite possibly your best friend. 

You flush. “You know– I– Thanks, Bats. Really. I’m glad you aren’t acting all weird about this.”

Batman doesn’t say anything, but you know that he’s giving you his full attention. 

“Like, I’m not a freak or anything. I just have to make sure I know what I’m getting into.” You puff your cheeks. “Know he’s… you know. Good.” 

What a lie. You’re just scared and don’t want to get caught with your pants down. Despite being an actual living, breathing, metahuman and superhero… Bruce is the one with the power in this relationship. He’s… everything. Encapsulating. Towering. Anyone would want him. You think of the lingering looks very, very beautiful women give him. Everyone does want him. 

You feel a pang of violent loathing and nausea that is tided over when Batman speaks.

“... I know plenty about Bruce Wayne. He’s… good.”

Your brows rise. You’ve only known the man for a few months but even you know that’s a glowing compliment coming from Batman. His highest praise on most people is usually neutral at best. “Hmm… okay.” You turn back to your work, laughing. “Well. I also just think he’s kind of interesting to learn about. What other celebrity has this much lore? The prodigal son… Prince of Gotham… Collector of orphans… Gotham’s Most Eligible Bachelor...” 

You worry your lip, gnashing your teeth. Bachelor. That’s what everyone thinks he is, right? You blink and curiously turn to Batman, whose hands are flying across a keyboard, hard at work. You hope you’re not bothering him. W-well, he’d say if I were, right? you think.

“Is it weird if I put cameras in Wayne Manor?”

Batman stills and your throat dries. Damn.

“... Um… Too weird…?” 

After a tentative silence, Batman responds.

“... No. You’re just covering your bases.”

Your cheeks fill with color as being vindicated – a view you don’t know makes his heart race marginally quicker.

“Yeah!” You cough, composing yourself. “I mean, yeah. You can learn a lot about someone from what they get up to when they think they’re alone.” You can also make sure they’re not bringing anyone home, but you keep that part to yourself.

“I could plant them, if you need. I have plenty made for this kind of surveillance.” 

You’re smiling widely, wheeling your chair over to Batman’s side before you know it. 

“... God. Batman, you magnificent mind, you. This is why we’re buddies.” You lean over and poke his chest cheekily, right on the bat emblem. 

Bruce has to restrain himself from catching your hand on its retreat. Your poke burns a hole in his chest for minutes afterward, and he welcomes every second of it. He turns back to his computer screen, vainly attempting to not think about how much he wants to kiss you right now.

Perhaps Bruce should’ve simply asked you out as Batman. You spend much more time when he’s under the cowl than not. But frankly, you would’ve been too distracted during missions. Hell, he would’ve been too distracted. He already thinks of you all the time. 

Your investigation into Bruce Wayne has tripped several of his alarms, even before you told him of it. Anyone making inquiries with this level of depth draws his attention. Nothing you’re looking is anything he’s averse to you knowing, so he’s allowed you to investigate him freely and without redirection. But of course, you don’t know that. The effort you’re making is… cute. The fact you don’t know that Batman is Bruce is cute. You think you have the upper hand. And that’s… cute.

Bruce doesn’t think too deeply about your stalking, even though he probably should. It’s probably evidence of an unstable individual. He’s sure ten years alone with no stimuli in a pocket dimension does things to a person. But who was he to judge? He’s violated the privacy and boundaries of everyone who affects his life in any important way. Nor does he claim to be a shining example of ideal mental health. 

And at the end of the day, this situation is all under his control.

There is a small part of him that feels guilty for keeping his identity under wraps, but there’s a bigger part that’s amused. You don’t know that he’s had your birth certificate since the day after you met. You don’t know that there’s about twenty cameras working 24/7 in and out of your apartment. Or that he’s your new landlord. These are things he’ll tease you about once he confesses that he’s Batman. You’ve made him someone who likes to tease. 

Still, Bruce remains hesitant about telling you. How would you react? Would you feel betrayed? Hurt? Dread floods his bloodstream, an effect only the most depraved individuals in his rogues gallery tend to have on him. 

Would you leave him? Hate him?

His eyes skirt towards where you sit. You worry your lip, eyes glued to a plan of Wayne Manor, no doubt debating where you want him to place the cameras he’s offered. Tension leaves his shoulders, almost imperceptible. 

Luckily, the chances of that seem slim.

[yan-maid-cafe]

Yandere Sorcerer

Imagine "falling" for a yandere sorcerer...

You had met Aod years ago, the owner of a local magic shop. Considered a master of many fields ranging from runes to potionology to even astrology. He was a unique man to say the least. One day while you were in there to buy some more Wolf's Bane, he awkwardly asked you on a date. Something you happily accepted.

When reaching the cafe the next day, he handed you a box of homemade chocolates urging you to try one. Feeling the sweet treat melt on your tongue, it was the best chocolate you had ever eaten. And the date just kept getting better from there. It felt like love at first sight, as if you two were made for eachother.

Your relationship moved fast, faster than anybody in the village had seen. Within a month you both had already moved in together, and a month after that you were already considering marriage. People would occassionly come to talk to you, saying things were moving too fast and that maybe you should slow down. But you never listened, why would you? The world has been so much brighter ever since you and Aod started dating. You never wanted this to end.

He was the perfect fiancee. Providing for you, caring for you, loving you more than anything. What more could you ask for? Who cares if things were moving fast, that's just how in love you two were.

Though one day you were left sick in bed, coming down with some kind of stomach bug. You remained in bed in order to heal. Aod walked into your shared bedroom, holding a teacup in his hand, the tea he would brew for you every morning. Placing the tea on the side table, insisting you to drink it even if you could barely keep anything down, saying that it would make you feel better. Refusing to leave the room until you drank the entire cup. Once you had done as told, he gave you his usual kind smile before turning around and leaving the room.

You lied in bed for what felt like hours before your stomach lurched around inside of you, causing you to need to grab the bucket beside your bed. Upon emptying your stomach into it, you were shocked to see what was inside. It was the usual digusting greens and yellows you would expect. But there was also large blotches of bright pink within it, dropping the bucket on the ground in shock as you tried to stand up from the bed. You legs shaking beneath you as you broke out in a cold sweat. Your heart was beating a mile a minutes as it felt like the room was losing the color it once had. Your only thought...

Where the Hell were you...

It felt like the past few months were a blur, the last thing you remember clearly was arriving for your first ever date with Aod. Everything else was a blurry mess. You were left with a feeling of terror as you walked out of the bedroom, trying to reach the front door. Something deep in your mind was screaming at you to get out before Aod came, to get out and get help before he returned.

Though before you reached the front door a firm hand grabbed hold of your shoulder, a familiar voice sounded out behind you.

"Dear, what are you doing out of bed?"

It was Aod. You tried to pry yourself out of his grip and scream for help but he quickly pulled you into his chest, covering your mouth with his hand. He tried to talk to you but all it took was a single look in your eyes for his gentle gaze to change into one of frustration. He kept a hand over your mouth as he dragged you further into the house. Easily overpowering your struggles as he forced you into his office, locking the door behind you both.

Dragging you towards a large cupboard, Aod opened one of the drawers revealing countless bottles of the same bright pink concoction you had just expelled from your stomach. He brought one of the bottles to your lips and upon having to fight you, he began to pry your mouth open with his hand. Now pouring the sweet tasting mixture into your mouth, forcing it down your throat.

It only took a few minutes for the room around you to become blurry again, as if your brain was going numb. The color returned to your surroundings as Aod pulled you into his chest, gently stroking your head with a soft smile. His voice gentle as he whispered into your ear.

"Don't worry, it's okay now Dear. You just got a little restless there for a second."

His smile spread as he nuzzled his face into your neck, speaking in a voice dripping with obsession. Looking down at the ring on your finger.

"I've been thinking. We should get married as soon as possible and finally leave this backwards town. It will finally just be you and me. Would you like that Hun?"

You looked up at him with glassy eyes, a loving smile on your lips as you nodded without a thought. After all, what was so wrong with that? Aod was the best fiancee you could have asked for...

[cheerleaderman]

And Here’s Astrid for the No Yandere Simulator AU - @quartztwst

An Elegant seemingly person who is constantly surrounded by rumors. Being a complete mystery with no information on his identity or background rumors got out of hand. That he’s royalty, ran from his home country with his mother. The most famous is him being a human experiment due to his “non human” strength as he keeps accidentally breaking things without even realizing

Thing is Astrid couldn’t care less about the rumors really he’s winning the idgaf war

Yapping below

Socially awkward, and doesn’t understand slang or trends. He has a skewed perspective of relationships in general. Comes off uninterested and is blunt.No social media presence at all and is bad with technology. Wears what he wants and it rumored some do have a crush on him

Astrid is incredibly intelligent and observant but doesn’t come off like that / hides it very well

Poison doesn’t work on him but you can still kill him it’s just hard so Befriending, framing, and taking advantage of him desperately wanting to be loved are the best bets. Betrayal is one of the worst options for Astrid remember that A beautiful Rose has thorns

Very Gendered people usually ask what Astrid goes by - he/ they

Azul goes up to him constantly trying to be Astrid’s friend but he doesn’t have any interest in Azul

Desperately wants to be loved so slowly starting growing obsessed with Jamil but still acts how he always does. Match Making can be tricky as Astrid could end up falling for many people and still go for Jamil. Even fall for the person trying to match make of course there are people he would absolutely not like romantically

Astrid main relationship are with Jamil, Kalim, Ruggie and Leona

Calls Jamil “ Princess” and those 2 share a brain cell. People are confused by their relationship since they can go from friendly and manhandling each other. Back and forth between the two playful or not it’s a game of Russian roulette

He can be found playing chess with Leona , being dragged around by Kalim or hanging out with Ruggie

Draws a lot and has his sketchbook always the stickers on his sketchbook represent his friends ( doesn’t have one for Leona yet) no one knows what he keeps in his pencil case.

Enjoys Gardening his specialty being Flowers and has a garden at home

Astrid how old’s your mom?

Loves things about astronomy + Astrology and architecture

Cheer rally- @scint1llat3 @jovieinramshackle @jadelover69 @viperbunnies

[animeyanderelover]

I don’t know if the Christmas event is still going but Law from One Piece for the event? Please and thank you! I hope you have a merry Christmas!

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, abduction

Quick Christmas Hc's

🫀​Law tends to be minimalistic with no interest in the gold and the treasures like some others do. He sees no use in grand gestures, much less any gifts which will have no practical use. If something only looks pretty but has no other uses than it is going to be useless in his eyes, a mindset which has led you to get hurt whenever you have attempted to be nice and get him something only for him to dismiss it. Celebrations in general are something that the Captain of the Heart Pirates secretly loathes. It demands time he could spend better attending to other matters and it gets quickly very draining if his crewmates happen to be too energetic. He doesn't reply to you when you ask him if he plans to celebrate Christmas which you take as him dismissing you once more. At the very least the others on board celebrate with you which helps you to be less lonely. He surprises you later that night with a gift of his own. A couple of books, though none of them are stories. They instead detail about astrology, different islands throughout the New World as well as different plants and animals that inhabit the seas and the land. Since you are travelling with them, such information will be worth knowing.

[vesperinch]

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Yandere Beelzebub X Fem! Reader

Prologue; You are the daughter of the first human, Adam. After Adam's battle against Zeus, you followed Brunhilde wherever she went, during the battle of Budha and Zerofuku, you got lost and accidentally walked into the room where Beelzebub was.

"Oh, are you lost, little fly?" Beelzebub's voice booms in the room. His violet eyes stare deeply into yours. You swallow nervously. You didn't expect to meet the Lord of The Flies. You remained silent, oblivious to Beelzebub's approach. He held your chin, making your eyes meet his.

"You... you are Adam's daughter, right?" you simply nodded. Beelzebub's gaze seemed filled with hatred. You brushed his hand off your chin and ran out of the room to find Brundhilde.

Meanwhile, Beelzebub just chuckled at your terrified expression. "I can't wait to destroy her."

You spotted Brundhilde who was watching Buddha's fight with Zerofuku, and you went straight to her. Brundhilde, who saw you running, immediately scolded you for leaving her. She was worried that you had met one of the gods who might destroy you because you were Adam's daughter.

"Sorry, I was negligent earlier," you say. Brundhilde just lets out a long sigh, she won't let you get lost again. You were watching Buddha's match, but you were surprised when you saw the change in Buddha's opponent.

"Wasn't Buddha fighting Zerofuku, why did it change?"

"Zerofuku suddenly turned into a demon king, Hajun" You are surprised to hear that. That's impossible, can the Buddha win against him?

But what makes you even more surprised is the appearance of the God of The Underworld, Hades. You didn't expect him to come.

You start to wonder, is Hades coming to Valhalla to watch the fight or to participate? But when you look at the list of Gods who will be fighting, Hades isn't there, and that makes you relieved. You really hope that humanity wins, considering your father loved them so much and was willing to sacrifice to keep them alive.

Also, the human warriors are very kind and sweet to you. They treat you like a princess and that makes you happy. You are still very focused on watching Buddha's fight with Hajun. A while later, Buddha won the fight even though he lost one eye. You, Brundhilde and Goll approached him who was being carried by the medical team.

"Buddha-sama, I'm glad you survived and won," you said while holding Buddha's hand with teary eyes. Buddha laughed and gave a thumbs up, "I told you not to worry. Look at me, I won the fight. You have to give me a packet of cola candy."

You laugh, "You'll get a hole in your tooth if you eat too much candy."

Buddha also laughs before he is taken away for treatment. You follow Brundhile to her room, and when she opens the door, Goll screams because there are two Brundhildes.

A frown appears on Brundhilde's forehead, "What are you doing here? And also why are you wearing my clothes? Nostradamus!"

Goll, "Huh...He's that..." You look confused at Nostradamus who still resembles Brundhilde. Your Nostradamus.

Nostradamus then took off his disguise. "He is the greatest astrologer of all time!" Goll shouted. You blinked your eyes a few times, huh the greatest astrologer huh, is it possible that he can predict you?

Nostradamus then shouted and pointed at you, "Let me foretell!"

Goll and you are confused, "Huh?"

"It is the Gods' side that will win Ragnarok!" he says, making you and Goll jump.

"What do you mean humanity will lose?!" you yell at him. Then Nostradamus burst out laughing, "Do you believe me? You are so innocent, miss!"

Your face turns red and begins to smoke. You squeeze Brundhilde's hand tightly in embarrassment. Goll grabbed his brother's hand and shouted, "Big sister! This guy sucks!"

They don't realize you walked out of the room to get some fresh air. You sit in the garden, looking up at the sky. Then you heard footsteps that made you stand up immediately, your eyes widening as you realized who was coming, an incubus. He came up to you and held your chin, his long tongue touching your soft cheek giving you goosebumps.

"You're Adam's daughter, right? I didn't think you were cute enough" You pushed him to the ground. He looks at you angrily then grabs your wrist tightly.

"Listen to this, although I know the human warriors like you a lot, don't expect them to help you-"

His words are cut off. You see his body already torn to shreds and fall to the ground.

You look to the side and see Beelzebub standing there with his usual blank stare. He comes closer to you and stomps on the incubus' severed body beneath him.

He ducked slightly to adjust his height to yours, you closed your eyes in fear. Then you feel his hand stroking your hair gently.

"Are you alright?" you nodded not expecting him to help you and even touch you!

"I'm fine...Thank you for helping" Beelzebub is still looking at you with his hand still stroking your hair. You can see a small smile etched on his face. "I'm glad to hear that."

He then walked away leaving you in confusion. Was he just playing with you? Or did he really intend to help you? You don't know.

Meanwhile, Beelzebub felt his heart beating fast. Maybe Satan's curse was at work again? Or maybe it's love? No, no, he can't fall in love with a weak human like you. His goal is to corrupt you, nothing more.

-To be continued

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Hello everyone I hope you like it, I know I'm bad at writing stories but I hope you like it! Don't forget to leave positive likes and comments, also forgive me if there are wrong words because English is not my language.

[oct0bra1ns]

Thinking of an Indian yandere; he's rich, powerful, handsome, the whole package. the most sought out bachelor in the country. he has political ties he can use, the media is on his side. don't you see he can ruin your life in a snap of his finger but of course he won't do that. you are his everything, baby. he will take such a good care of you, so better accept that marriage proposal of his. yes?

YOU'RE SO BIG BRAIN

He'll do absolutely EVERYTHING to get you to accept, hell, he'll present himself as such an amazing match to your parents so that you can't ignore his proposal

He'll find an astrologer who'll dance to his tunes if you complain you're signs don't match

Or maybe your from a different religion? No problems, he's got connections he can make anything work

He'll drag politicians into the conversation and pressure everyone in the family to accept the proposal

Got any siblings? Surely you don't want them to get caught up in a scandal so why don't you become his and only his

[moonineighthhouse]

In the darkness my hunger lingers,

the taste of thy sweetness

I crave ever more.

With our souls interwined,

through the echos

of forgotten times.

I remember our secrets;

Once upon a time.

-from "The Last Vampire Slayer" @thelastvampireslayer

[carnivorousyandeere]

Miss the zodiac yans. Anybody got questions about them?

[ruciel]

thinking of a tag team yandere! mona and yandere! fu xuan duo. you’d think them to bicker as neither are exactly privy to sharing, especially when it comes to you… but they just get along so, well. they converse with ease, exchanging knowledge with one another through eloquent expressions that make you dizzy— should you even try to comprehend it. mona introduces fu xuan to a deeper understanding of astrology, she likes to be in the presence of someone so educated, almost as much as she likes bragging about how much you enjoy stargazing with her (it is a forced activity, to put it kindly). fu xuan has returned the favour by brewing mona some of the native herbal tea from the xianzhou luofu, courtesy of miss bailu, and she tests the astrologist by letting her try and recreate it to your liking (you don’t like either; fu xuan’s cup gradually becomes too sweet, and mona’s cup somehow gets more bitter). they’re both rather exhausting to deal with, and they’re always two steps ahead of you. no matter how you try to run away, one of them always catches you! although they appear to have a civil yet subtle ongoing rivalry regarding your affections, mona and fu xuan know when to put their prides aside and work together to remind you that where you belong is with them. they like to foresee their prophecies about you on their own, individually, before meeting up to see if they’ve reached the same divination— they always do. if you thought hiding from mona was hard, and keeping fu xuan away from your private life was hard, you’ll find that outrunning both of them will be your greatest challenge yet.

[kuunibal]

is your venus in scorpio?

It is not, although I can see why one may think that! It's in Capricorn, apparently.

[sleepingdeath-light]

home again ; yandere!wally darling

requested by ; anonymous (09/05/23)

word count ; 2031

content ; platonic yanderes, memory loss (the puppets all had their memories forcibly wiped), references to child/teen reader, obsessive protectiveness, author’s first time writing something platonic so… yeah

note ; i haven’t written anything like this before (sfw yandere stuff) so apologies if it seems a tad off. similarly i’m still adjusting to writing wally’s character in terms of dialogue and such, so that may also seem a smidge ooc.

fandom ; welcome home

pairing ; platonic wally darling x gender neutral!reader

read also on ; ao3

It was a beautifully melancholy evening: the stars and moon were obscured with thick, grey clouds that loomed overhead like ragged old curtains; the air was thick with dust and pollen that clung to your skin and clothes like a man hanging onto the edge of a steep cliff, digging their claws in and holding on with all the relentless might you’d come to hate; your room was only dimly illuminated by the pale blue light emanating from your monitor, the low hum of the vents the only sound to compliment the clicking of keys and the tapping of the mouse. Quiet, drab and dull; how very typical of spring.

But at the very least it gave you all the excuse you needed to sit behind a screen and doomscroll. Tired eyes skimming over articles and activists decrying the latest tragedy, thousands of crabs in the metaphorical bucket of social media all fighting for the attention of bystanders — only taking pause when you came across something all too familiar, yet at the same time entirely new.

‘Does anyone else remember Welcome Home? It was pretty popular when it aired back in the 70s and my friends and I are trying to create a complete archive for it’ — the caption read. Below it was a highlighted link and a picture that had been burned into your brain since childhood: bright swatches of paint adorning every surface, all seeing eyes as big as can be, and in front of it, that permanent smile carved into yellow felt. Wally Darling and Home, you remembered them both clearly enough — clearer than you’d have liked, even.

It had been decades since you’d actively thought back on Welcome Home, on your brief stint in stardom, and frankly you’d have rather it’d been kept that way. You still held a bit of a grudge over getting axed: ‘too mature’, yeah right! Every kid loves astrology and nobody is too old to talk about their feelings… you were only 14 for crying out loud! Too mature, your ass.

But perhaps, you reasoned, it wouldn’t be too bad to take a quick trip down memory lane. Sure you’d loved the show when it aired, but you stopped watching after your section was cut, so maybe it would be cool to see what changed in the interim — and, either way, your experiences would probably be helpful to the archivists. So no harm, no foul.

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The site was easy enough to navigate but man you didn’t expect to get so emotional when you went looking through the recovered art. They looked exactly the same as you remembered, all of them — which is kind of silly to think about since puppets and tv show characters in general tend not to change since, well, they were meant to stay consistent. Frank was always going to look terribly stern, and Julie was always going to come onto scene with a new fabulous hairdo, and Eddie was always going to trip over his own feet on his rounds, and Wally was always going to open and close each episode with a nod to the audience. These things were staples of the characters and the show’s structure so of course they’d be the same.

But, still, you somehow felt like they should have changed in your absence. A small part of your mind, an irrational part surely, crying out that they were alive and that living things were made to change — which was silly. And, frankly, a little embarrassing that you’d even had that thought at all.

So you pushed that idea to the very back of your mind where it belonged and continued to scroll through the various pages of the website. Art from official books (you were sure you even owned the ‘ask Wally’ type book and that it was still at your parents’ place), merchandise like pop up figures (the sort that were found only in cereal boxes and magazines), promotional posters and even one piece from your short tenure on the show. You remembered posing for that photograph, being told to smile and to wrap your arms around Eddie and Wally — but for some reason you couldn’t quite recall what their puppeteers were called.

Or if they even had any puppeteers in the first place.

No. That can’t be right. They were puppets, characters, they had to have someone controlling and voicing them — but none of the promotional art nor your memories supported that basic truth. It didn’t make sense.

None of it made sense. This was why you’d tried to forget that show so desperately after you left. It messed with your head far too much to be worth the effort so why bother burning out over questions that could be explained by a faulty memory.

A memory that could, in picture perfect detail, recall the route from Howdy’s store to Home as clear as crystal — as if it were your own route to-and-from primary school. A memory that could replay patchy conversations between Wally and Julie, bittersweet bickering over hairspray and hairpins that you could only recall in pieces, but that still rang clearly as if you were thinking of childhood friends. A memory that was imprinted with the feeling of warm felt embraces and puffs of warm air from stencil cut mouths that would have been impossible if they weren’t alive. Moving eyes, small bodies, freely walking, freely talking — alive and well and clear as day in your mind as normally as recalling your parents arguing over a cup of freshly brewed coffee on the mornings of each shoot.

The distinctly strong smell of the synthetic hairspray Wally used that would hang around him and mixed with the scent of oil paint like a cologne — that burned your nose if you hung around too close to him in the early morning. The sheer joy of Howdy picking you up and tossing you in the air as a congratulations for your first scene done well — caterpillar fuzz that stuck to your clothes for days, as strong as velcro. The way you and Julie squealed when Barnaby shook back and forth and sent droplets of muddy water raining down on you and on her freshly done up hair — and the joke that followed her exasperated tirade as you, through giggles, explained frustration to the audience through a camera they seemed to not be able to see.

Memories that kept unearthing themselves the deeper you went into the site, eventually culminating with you tearing up at the sight of old friends you’d been forced to leave behind. Silly, perhaps, but you recall telling the audience that it was healthy to cry and to let it all go — so at least your teenage self would be proud of your emotional vulnerability.

After a good hour of this, and more than in need of a break, you finally clicked on the attached message board and typed up a simple few sentences. A greeting and a farewell all in one before you closed down your computer and went to bed.

‘I used to have a segment on Welcome Home when I was a kid. I was meant to do astrology and emotions, before I got cut for being too old lol. This brought back so many memories. Thank you, all.’

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Wally hadn’t meant to linger — really, he hadn’t — but there had been something oddly familiar about his latest visitor that he couldn’t quite place. Even from behind the screen he was trapped within, even as he watched their message load in, he could tell that they were different. It was their eyes, those tearful knowing eyes — he was sure he’d seen them before in that somewhere different, somewhere brighter, that came before the end he and his neighbours were trapped in.

When he saw their eyes he saw himself, a twisted altered reflection of himself that was filled to bursting with the warmth and awareness that he was created to hold within himself. A child’s eyes in the form of someone who he didn’t know yet he knew he must have once. A lingering, niggling feeling in the back of his skull, like fingertips brushing and scratching and digging into his fabric brain — rearranging and scouring and destroying and reaching for something that he couldn’t quite find.

He winced and squinted and stared through the screen to no avail, tilting his head and watching them as they flicked from screen to screen to screen desperate for a sign that he could use to place this familiar stranger. Unable to do so until finally — finally — their note came through and he was able to read the short greeting they’d left behind.

Then, and only then, did those forbidden memories come flooding back. A formidable tidal wave, a whirling rapid, of bright lights and experiences and conversations that had been torn from him and shredded in the writer’s room of their long gone creators.

He knew you, he’d always known you; the child too old for their youth that visited their neighbourhood in the beginning. Who always wore a beaming smile and treated them all with a grace beyond their years, spreading kindness and joy to his friends and to the audience only the two of you knew about. Who was far taller than his measly 12 apples of verticality but who never made him feel small. Who spoke eagerly of the constellations and painted the most wonderful pictures of stars and moons and planets far beyond their reach that he did his best to capture in his paintings. Who was only 14 but felt more like an adult than he did sometimes — he, who was crafted and sewn without a childhood — but who wasn’t above play and foley.

The child who was the absolute most; his favourite transient neighbour. All of their’s, actually.

How could he possibly have forgotten you?

You with your broad toothy grins, and your warm eyes that shone brighter than the stars you loved, and your arms that were big enough to carry even more apples than he could have ever dreamed of. You, who he promised to protect and keep away from the horrors of the world, theirs and your own. You, who never turned down a favour or plea from his neighbours.

You. Just you.

Wonderful, lovable, unforgettable you. His child of flesh, not felt, but he loved you all the same.

And he didn’t get to see you grow up, because his creators deemed you unbefitting of their world and cut you from their memories as ruthlessly as they’d cut your segments from their show. Welcome Home didn’t feel very much like a home after that — even if they didn’t quite recall what was missing.

Wally didn’t even want to think about all of the horrors and harms you’d faced throughout the years you’d been apart — he could see the wear hanging heavily in the downwards quirk of your lips and the dampened glint in your eye. He knew he’d sooner kill someone than let them hurt you, he’d threatened it plenty alongside Howdy and Eddie and Frank — they all loved you as dearly as him, once.

But in his current predicament he couldn’t do much to protect you. Couldn’t coddle you, couldn’t warm you, couldn’t sooth you with those sweets you used to love (if you even loved them anymore, it had clearly been quite some time), couldn’t do anything to help. He couldn’t even communicate with you, to apologise, to tell you he still loved you and that you were still welcome in their neighbourhood.

So he did the only thing he could; he drew you a picture. A silly little simplistic drawing, scratchy and crude, depicting a strong memory he had of you. The two of you, hand in hand, with your arms overflowing with apples you’d managed to steal from Howdy (oh how he missed such trivial things) — he hoped you remembered these moments as fondly as he did. Then, to the illustration, he attached a small message, a plea just for you, before settling back down behind the screen and hoping — praying — that you’d come back.

‘I’m sorry for forgetting you, friend, please come home’