#yandere blackmore

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Banshee Yandere Blackmore X Blind reader

Thank you thank you thank you!

Gonna start with a description of Banshee Blackmore. Very tall and very pale with his hair down, covers most of his face. Always has the sent of carnations around him.

He doesn't really remember much of his mortal life. He's been trapped in a purgatory of constant sorrow for so long He's forget why he weeps.

It's only on one very rainy night does someone reaches out to him, something he didn't think was possible.

"Are you alright sir" he hears a soft voice ask him. He looks down to see darling infront of him.

"Why?" Is the only thing he can say, shocked by the fact that someone noticed him.

"You're clearly distressed, I can't just leave someone in your state in weather like this" they explain.

"What are you doing out at this hour?" He asks.

"I missed the last bus of the night, so I have to walk home" you explained. That's when he noticed what they were holding. A strange white pole with a knob like end on the floor. Then he noticed that they weren't directly looking at him.

"Are you blind?" he asks sheepishly. Hoping that his question didn't come off as offensive. Still he wondered how you even knew he was here, being a spirit.

"Yes, usually I'm good with navigation but with how dark it is now I'm kind of struggling" you explain. He felt awful that he'd kept them out in the cold rain.

"May I walk home with you? It's too dangerous out alone" he asks.

"But what about you?" They ask him.

"I don't have anywhere to be" he assured them.

So he accompanied them on their walk home, chatting along the way. He could feel a warmth in his chest as talked with them. It felt nice not crying for who knows how long he had.

"I never told you my name, It's (Y/n)"

"Mine in Blackmore"

"My house is just up ahead. Your welcome to stay the night, least I could offer for you helping me home tonight" they tell him.

"No I'm perfectly fine" he tells them. They ask him if he's sure and he repeats himself. As a lost spirit he didn't really need to be anywhere. When they closed the door he tried to leave but he couldn't. He just ended up standing by the door.

If he'd had a heart still it would have been pounding. For how long had he missed company?

Since then he'd occasionally linger around them, they would notice from time to time and just assume that they bumped into eachother.

Sometimes they'll just sit together on a bench and chat. (Blackmore listens for most of it as he doesn't really know what to say).

He wonders if he could touch them, he reaches out to touch their hair but his hand fazes through. He tries so again, really focusing that time and he does. Their head turns and he makes the excuse of swatting away a fly.

At one point they ask him to come to an event with him and he declines, not wanting them to discover the truth of what he is. He still does go and watches them interact with others. He's envious, envious of how others can interact with them, how they smile and laugh in their presence. Such happiness he longs for.

That's when he understands these strange feelings they've given him. He wants them, needs them. He can touch but cannot feel. He has to find a way to be with them. Either in the mortal plain or the Spirtual.

[anon-imuz]

Yandere Blackmore X Ex girlfriend reader. Smut. Angst

sure btw tysm for all the support you always like my works ur super kind💕

Pairing:Yandere! Blackmore x Ex girlfriend! Reader

Warnings:Yandere behavior, dubcon

Type:Smut and angst

Notes:i DONT condone any of the things listed In the warnings, this is fiction. English isn't my first language so you might encounter some grammatical mistakes, hope you still enjoy:))

You were almost a year out of that toxic relationship you had with your ex, he was always absent and when he was there you two were always fighting.

Now, you were talking to a guy online and he seemed pretty cool and he met your standards. He was kind, pretty, smart, but most importantly, he was there when you needed someone. Unlike your ex.

Tonight was about to be you two's first date together, and you chose to wear a long dress that fitted you perfectly, a dark red wine color, that you only wore on special occasions.

As you were walking to the restaurant, you feel some eyes hunting you down, but you just shrug it off, thinking it might be the butterflies or the anxiety of your first encounter with someone new.

When you enter the restaurant, the guy you were supposed to have a date with waves at you as a sign to come sit at the table but, little did you know that those eyes that you felt like they were eating your soul, were actually your ex boyfriend's eyes. He followed you the whole time. He knew about the guy. He watched you prepare for your stupid date and was ready to make his come back and make sure that you don't ever do something like this ever again.

You two start talking and as soon as the waiter arrives, you two order some food and drinks. You choose your favorite plate, while the guy chose something that he had never tried before.

When the food arrived, you two stopped the chatter and began eating. While he was eating some spaghetti you were eating your favorite dish, you two exchanged some silly looks that made eachother giggle...all while your ex was watching. But you were totally unaware and just enjoying your evening. Only he knows how much his blood was boiling at that moment, but he knew he had to wait for the right time to teach you a lesson.

"Oh hey, not to interrupt but...I really need to use the bathroom. I'll be right back." The guy said as you nodded, watching him go up a waiter to ask indications for where the bathroom was.

When you finished your plate, he still didn't come back and his spaghetti were still there in his plate, left cold and unfinished. You sighed, trying not to cry already knowing that he wasn't gonna come back and that you had to pay for the both of you.

You walked out the restaurant with a frown, hoping that he was different but I guess he was like everyone else.

And now, it was your ex's time to shine. He would've pretended to be a random passerby and offer you a ride on your way back home.

"Oh, thank you. It began to rain now and i didn't bring an umbrella with me." You say to the man you didn't recognize, and he told you to not worry and that at this hour it was dangerous for ladies to walk alone at night.

"Hey, sorry but... this isn't the way to my house." You interrupt the man.

"I know." He replies.

Your blood went cold. What did he mean he knew?

You side-eyed him and said,

"Sorry? What'd you say?"

"I said I know this isn't the way to your house. Indeed, it's the way to mine. I thought you remembered..." He responded, a little disappointed.

No way. It was your ex? Ans you didn't even notice? How stupid could you be?

"Before you damage my car,i already locked everything. So you can't run, and you never will, darling. We're meant to be. Don't you understand how perfect we are for each other?" He said.

You remained still, knowing that if you were to attack him you'd probably end up in a car incident.

"Now now, let's remove this stupid guy's scent from your divine body." He says while parking his car in a parking space in the nowhere.

"Oh baby, you let a man treat you this way? You let such a rat leave you and your perfect self alone and even let him have the ability to make you sad and ruin your evening? Oh come now sweetheart, we don't do that." He reassured you, as you cried in his chest while he placed you on his lap.

"It's okay honey. It's just you and me now, you're safe." He tells you, while caressing your back.

As much as you hated him you really needed some comfort and a shoulder to cry on, so you just let yourself go and melt yourself into him.

"Shhh..." He orders, while traveling his hands down your lower back to your ass, moving your panties to the side while teasing your pussy.

You can't help but fall to his touch. You'd really like to punch him but you know how well he knows how to turn you on.

He starts slipping two fingers in, slowly and delicately leaving and entering your pussy, while you try to keep your mouth shut by biting his shoulder, but kind of fail.

He then adds another finger... and another one. 4 fingers. you're rocking your hips on his hand, begging for more as you moan out his name.

"Yes baby, good girl, you're doing so good~" He praises you while making his movements faster inside you. You're about to cum but, will he let you?

"Come on, cum for me baby." He orders, and you do so. You're so tired and really just need to go to bed after this bizzare night.

"Look at the mess you made. I'll forgive you this time... but you won't run away this time." He whispers, kissing your cheek.

[degenerateworm]

Could I please request yandere Blackmore (jjba) x gn reader?

Thank you!

Of course. How apt, that you asked for part seven with a name like cowboy! My worm brain finds joy in these little things.

Ah, Mr Ariana Grande himself.

I think the only time Blackmore would be open to obsession love would be before the main story in part seven, as I feel his loyalty to the Valentine family would cause him to become tunnel visioned and focus solely on his mission to recover the corpse parts and to find Lucy.

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So, let's say he catches sight of you beforehand, by chance. Maybe on an unrelated mission, or simply just going outside for an errand.

Instant crush.

He'll feel his cheeks heat up, his breath hitch, and he can't look away for a second.

Blackmore's mind is a steel trap, but somehow, your appearance has wormed its way into his head, no matter how hard he tries to focus.

Is this a stand attack..?

What have you done to him..?

His errand now forgotten, Blackmore starts to tail you, his profession as an assassin makes it easy to stalk a civilian.

---

After a few days have passed, Blackmore has concluded that you aren't a threat, but he still can't understand why you won't leave his head.

When he thinks of you, he feels a fluttering in his chest, his body hot, and it makes him uncomfortable. Each thought like a plague that ravages his whole form.

But while Blackmore's body is aflame, his mind feels oddly dazed, hypnotised. Like standing in a warm summer shower, his brain all full of cotton.

He knows he has to consider the worst option, the thing he was dreading, almost afraid of.

He's in love.

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Once Blackmore realises this, you are not safe. No matter where you are, wherever you run to or hide, he will find you. He isn't one of the most trusted assassins and guards for the President for nothing, after all.

Blackmore will kidnap you almost immediately after realising this, keeping you safe and sound in an undisclosed location.

You will probably never find out where this location is, as you will be kept in a heavily fortified basement, modified to keep you here indefinitely.

A large mattress on the floor, albeit with various pillows and blankets, and chains on the walls to restrain you. No bathroom, no entertainment.

No, you'll have to earn those privileges, and they can easily be taken away if you behave completely normally in this situation badly.

You'll be kept down there, waiting for him during the day, and by night, you will be coddled by a terrifying assassin who whispers sweet nothings into your ear, cuddling you a bit too tightly for your liking.

If you struggle or fight, similarly to the manga, he will push his face into yours, and, if you are a stand user, a strange mask will start to phase onto his handsome face.

"Can you see it..?"

He'll whisper softly, his low voice threatening.

If you continue to push your luck, he will have no qualms hurting you with Catch the Rainbow. And even without his stand, he'll eagerly correct your behaviour.

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Overall, Blackmore is a terrifying yandere. Highly possessive, not easy to push around, and eager to punish.

Hopefully something will happen to take him away, to occupy his time so that you can escape...

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Hi there, could I please request some yandere Blackmore headcannons?

Thank you and have a wonderful day!

Alright finally let’s do something for this guy, I rather enjoyed his character the little bit he was in SBR. Little bit of speculation on my part of how I think Blackmore works Yandere, hope you don’t mind!

Yandere! Blackmore

Being the calm analytical type, he starts off casually remembering little things about you. Frivolous details most others wouldn’t pay much mind to, such as your hand writing. How you might write a letter versus the next person he sees in the room. Which he finds pretty important considering how loyal he is to Funny Valentine. Although your style of doing things seems to stick out to him.

It builds up over time as he keeps note of more things that don’t seem very pertinent to his work. (You don’t even have to be working for the government either). When Blackmore has more free time on his hands he spends his time unraveling his feelings towards you, perhaps he should do research just to see where you’re around.

He’ll dig up anything immediate family or cousins, friends, acquaintances, and eventually he finds himself popping up somewhere you might need to get supplies from. Something casual no matter whether you stay at home or work. From there, he might overhear a conversation or two. Something clicks once again and he finds another quirk about your voice. Whether you have a lisp, an accent, or mispronounce something he finds it cute.

He’s certainly a stalker type taking his time to get to know all your strengths and weaknesses. Blackmore is careful to not make you aware of his presence completely, and most certainly takes advantage of utilizing Catch the Rainbow when the weather is fitting for it.

As for anyone else you interact with, he is rather blasé about their relationship with you. No, they’re not really all that interesting to be talking to you in the first place. Though he does keep in mind how often they interact with you, and where they place relationship wise, platonically or romantically. If it’s the later he may see to it, that he may have to intervene eventually if he truly wants to pursue you.

He’ll catch you out in the rain one day, making it appear as if he had crossed paths with you for the first time. Did you perhaps slip and fall in the mud that had formed during this unsettled weather? Or perhaps you needed a reprieve from the sudden downpour with his umbrella. He can give off an unsettling disposition as he softly offers to help you out, but personally tries to encourage you to take him up on his offer.

Since he’s stalked you for long enough to get a soft profile of your personality, Blackmore is firm to strike a casual conversation that piques your interest. All while being unassuming to a stranger or even a close family member.

He won’t hesitate to take out anyone he believes to be a threat to his pursuit of you. The way he does it, he will find a way to frame it as a mere accident or a conflict with a different person they may have had tension with. Keeping in mind your reactions and your emotions all while doing so.

Even if at the slightest possibility of you getting cold feet and running off, he refuses to let you get away. It takes a lot of tact and patience, but he’ll find a way to manipulate things to his advantage. Somehow getting authority to look after you depending on how he plays his cards. He doesn’t mind if you start having chills at his ‘scuse me when he ends up saying it. This man adores you either way, but he simply won’t have it of you going off to someone else. So there is a small chance he might use Catch the Rainbow against you but merely for subduing you (pending on the situation).

[gulnarsultan]

Yandere Landry Family

Your life turns upside down shortly after you're accepted to Blackmore University. Ethan and Quinn meet you after the loss of Richie. They both immediately develop obsessive feelings towards you. They stalk your social media accounts. They secretly observe who you are friends with, where you go, what you do. Wayne soon realizes the strangeness of his children. Before long, Wayne develops an obsession with you, just like his children. The sole purpose of all three now is to make you a part of the family. The first person to befriend you is Ethan. You don't suspect it because of Ethan's attitude. Later, Quinn joins your life as a friend. They make other friends and people stay away from you. Most of the time you are invited to their house and have a sleepover. They organize beautiful gifts and parties on special occasions. They don't leave you alone when you need to go somewhere. In a way, you are like their brother. You soon realize their obsession with you. You're trying to get away from them. They realize it immediately. They will do anything to make sure you don't leave them. They may resort to threats, blackmail, bribery, manipulation, kidnapping and even murder. From now on, you will be a part of their lives whether you want it or not.

[the-illiterate-pirate]

JoJo Masterlist

* = Nsfw

° = Angst

× = Yandere

≈ = Family fic

© = Crack fic

Robert Speedwagon

• If I Was Your Vampire

Dio Brando

• In Due Time°

• Shame on the Night*

Joseph Joestar

• In-A-Godda-Da-Vidda°

Caesar Zeppeli

• In-A-Godda-Da-Vidda°

Pillarmen

• Pillow Talk

• Coddling Santana and Wamuu (HCs)

• Pillarmen with a child "hostage" (HCs)

Wamuu

• Love Machine*

Crusaders

• Them falling in love (HCs)

• Singing "Tequila" on karaoke night (HCs)

Jotaro Kujo

• One Shot, 2 Shot ©

• Bring on the Night*

• Feel Good Inc.

Mohammed Avdol

• Burnin' for You

Terence D'Arby

• Holding on to You*

Josuke Higashikata

• Don't Stop Me Now

Rohan Kishibe

• Finding out their S/o is pregnant (HCs)

Akira Otoishi

• Pepper

Hayato Kawajiri

• A Little Bit Off Today ≈

Yoshikage Kira

• Beggin'*

• Modern Love*

Guido Mista

• Looking for a Kiss*

La Squadra

• Japanese Mythology HCs

• Seducing La Squadra* (HCs)

• NSFW headcanons*

• No Rest for the Wicked AU HCs

Melone

• Him with your pet tortoise (HCs)

Diavolo / Vinegar Doppio

• Head Like a Hole, Ch. 1

Weather Report

• Selkie out of Water, Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4

• Dancing in the Moonlight

• Canned Heat

• Electric Love ×

• Dad Report ≈

• Dreams of a Samurai*

• Cold as Ice

• What's New Pussycat*

• Finding out their S/o is pregnant (HCs)

• S/o is on their period (HCs)

Emporio Alnino

• Thank You (for sending me an angel) ≈

Narciso Anasui

• Dating HCs

• S/o is on their period (HCs)

Jotaro Kujo

• Drive*

Enrico Pucci

• Fallen Angel*

• Lady in Red*

• My Light*

• Saints an' Sinners*

• Take Me to Church*

• That's Life

• Finding out their S/o is pregnant (HCs)

• S/o on their period (HCs)

Johngali A.

• White Room*

Thunder McQueen

• SFW & NSFW HCs*

• (You) Shook Me All Night Long*

D an G

• SFW & NSFW HCs*

Donatello Versace

• To Heal*

Perla Pucci

• General platonic HCs

Gyro Zeppeli

• Hayloft*

• Hayloft II*

• Kickstart My Heart*

• Whole Lotta Love*

Diego Brando

• Moonage Daydream*

Sandman

• Tell Him That His Lonesome Nights Are Over, Pt. 1 || Pt. 2*

Mountain Tim

• Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)*

Funny Valentine

• Cupid's Chokehold ×

Oyecomova

• Oye Cómo Va*

Blackmore

• I Surrender*

• Twisted Nerve ch. 1

D-I-S-C-O

• Dating HCs*

Josefumi Kujo

• Dating HCs (Ft. Kira)

Jobin Higashikata

• Hard Lovin' Man*

Aisho Dainenjiyama

• Keep On Loving You

Tooru

• Can't Help Falling in Love

• Bad Case of Lovin' You

• Tooru HCs* (SFW and NSFW)

• Yan!Tooru HCs*

• Doctor play with Tooru* (HCs)

• Tooru x Nurse!reader*

Paco Lovelantes

• Good Old-fashioned Lover Boy

[yanderememes]

I saw the Blackmore post and honestly he'd be the type of person who'd get upset and you'd instantly feel bad for. I can just imagine darling goes off at him and he just gives puppy eyes and darling instantly backs down and apologies.

The guilt-tripping yanderes are legit the best NO CAP

Darling hates Blackmore for what he's done and puts them through but darling cannot deny that his puppy dog eyes have an effect. They almost immediately feel sorry and guilty. No need for any gaslighting when darling gaslight themselves into thinking they're the bad guy for making Blackmore upset 🤪

Darling: 😠💢

Blackmore:

Darling: 😶 sorry...

[daisys-gard3n]

Who do u think in sbr is most likely to accidentally knock someone up? (being extra virile, bad pullout game, baby trapping, whatever the situation may be)

This has gyro zeppeli written all over it

Gyro has them grade a italian breeder balls, so one little...sploosh and boom - pregnant. Also he's extremely bad at pulling out, mostly because he's too into fucking you and he sort of forgets that you'll get knocked up in the moment. So it only hits him after he cums. - yandere gyro def baby traps

I feel like with Johnny, you get knocked up because you have bad pull out - too slow to pull out while you're riding him and now you're pregnant.

Mrs. Robinson normally looks like he would baby trap...Just to see the look of horror on your face when you feel his cum in you and now dripping out.

Axl Ro - bad pull out

Blackmore - bad pull out + super verile

Yandere Funny Valentine definately baby traps...He has superior pull out game, but he needs to claim you as his. He needs you to see that you can't be without him, and you wouldn't deprave a baby from its father would you? Normal FV wouldn't.

Pocoloco - bad pull out

Wekapipo...Them italian genes man...insta preggo

D-I-S-C-O - lazy mf has bad pull out

[nuitthegoddess]

~Fun fact NRC Ocs~

meh i put two asdfghjkl 

Facts Rae Vogel:

He is a half fairy. His mom was human and his dad was a full fledge fairy

He originally was going to RSA but went to NRC instead

He has a magicam full of selfies of him in a dresses or skirts!

Facts Colton Blackmore:

He only has a single dad, doesn’t know what happened to his mom

Platonic yandere to his friends, especially with Malleus (their relationship is complicated lmaooo)

He would come by to NRC as a 4th year for unknown reasons or to see Diasomnia

[mistaeq]

rules are unbreakable

hey, loves. dora here. these are my writing rules.

DISCLAIMER: i won't be taking proper REQUESTS anymore, apart from matchups. i'll be taking SUGGESTIONS instead, so feel free to drop some in my inbox !!

➳what suggestions will i take?

reader Inserts

headcanons

fics

AUs [alternate universe]

characters' aesthetics

triggering topics i feel comfortable with

nsfw

angst, fluff

➳what suggestions won't i take?

character x character

yandere [unless i personally want to] or gore

triggering topics o don't feel comfortable with

incest, pedophilia, racism of every kind

who do i write for?

➳ phantom blood

jonathan joestar

robert e. o. speedwagon

william antonio zeppeli

erina pendleton

dio brando

daphne von thalheim [part 1 oc, hamon master]

➳ battle tendency

joseph joestar

caesar antonio zeppeli

suzie q [platonic or fluff]

pillar men [kars, esidisi, wamuu, santana]

lisa lisa

floyd joestar [part 2 oc, pillar man]

daphne von thalheim [part 2 oc, hamon master]

➳ stardust crusaders

kujo jotaro

kakyoin noriaki

flesh bud kakyoin noriaki

jean pierre polnareff

flesh bud jean pierre polnareff

muhammad avdol

joseph joestar [platonic unless I feel comfortable with it]

dio

many minor antagonists [hol horse, terence d'Arby, daniel d'Arby, n'doul, steely dan, rubber soul, mariah, midler, nena]

aelita persephone geil [part 3 oc, villain, crusader at the end]

floyd joestar [part 3 oc, pillar man who became a crusader]

flynn von thalheim [part 3 oc, hamon master who develops a stand]

➳ diamond is unbreakable

higashikata josuke

nijimura okuyasu

kujo jotaro

hirose koichi [not nsfw]

nijimura keicho

yamagishi yukako

kishibe rohan

nu mikitakazo nshi

fungami yuya

sugimoto reimi

tonio trussardi

kira yoshikage

hazamada toshikazu

some minor antagonists [akira otoishi, toyohiro kanedaichi, miyamoto terunosuke]

adonis sergeevich lebedev [part 4 oc, duwang gang member]

nu oritelium nshi [part 4 oc, duwang gang member]

floyd joestar [part 4 oc, former pillar man and crusaders, gets there with joseph]

➳ vento aureo

giorno giovanna

bruno bucciarati

leone abbacchio

guido mista

fugo pannacotta

narancia ghirga [not nsfw unless i feel comfortable about it]

trish una

la squadra esecuzioni [risotto nero, prosciutto, formaggio, pesci, illuso, melone, ghiaccio, sorbet, gelato]

l'unità speciale [diavolo, vinegar doppio, cioccolata, secco, squalo, tiziano]

caramello boyge nero [part 5 oc, villain]

guglielmo abbacchio [part 5 oc, bucciarati gang member]

➳ stone ocean

kujo jolyne

hermés costello

foo fighters

kujo jotaro

narciso anasui

weather report

rikiel

donatello versus

ungalo

➳ steel ball run

johnny joestar

gyro zeppeli

diego brando

alternate world diego brando

hot pants

mountain tim

funny valentine

soundman

oyecomova

ringo roadagain

wekapipo

blackmore

drusilla bulckaen-valentine [part 7 oc, first lady of the united states]

i am more than surely forgetting someone so just ask

disclaimers:

please, always remember and respect the fact that i can always refuse to do a request. if i happen to forget or to not write a request, ask before attacking.

i might happen to clear my inbox. i sometimes make events or publish some works i felt like doing, without it being requested.

don’t be afraid of telling me which pronouns you’d like the s/o to have, i'm totally comfortable with feminine, masculine and neutral readers. if you don’t specify it, i’ll make it neutral.

please don't be vague on your request. i want to do my best not to disappoint expectations.

every underage character is aged up in nsfw plots.

[wri0thesley]

I am a sucker for the idea of Yandere Blackmore, getting obsessed over his s/o who treats him nicely and actually loves him and feeling like shielding them from the entire world in a way to "protect them". Imagine Blackmore just standing in the rain at the window of someone who hurt his s/o ready to fuck shit up.

ooh he'd be such a terrifying yandere too; utterly convinced that what he was doing was for your own good, even if it means throwing you briefly under suspicion (he immediately fixes that, making sure you have an alibi for the . . . drowning? it seems like this man drowned in his own home--). he just wants to make sure that nobody ever hurts you.

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

The Maystone mangler pt2

Usually, you'd sleep in on Sunday but today you were up getting dressed in the best and most modest outfit possible. You hadn't attended church since you lived with your parents but you decided you probably should, considering you didn't go out much. Perhaps you'd have the opportunity to get to know some of the townsfolk better.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, checking if your outfit was suitable enough before leaving your bedroom and entering the kitchen.

You turned the light on and stared at it for a moment. It was still flickering, you'd have to buy a new light bulb at some stage.

You grabbed some bread and put it in the toaster before grabbing some spread. While you waited you made your way to the front door and grabbed the newspaper. You put the paper on the dining table on your way back to the kitchen, open the fridge, and grab a carton of juice. You pour yourself a cup before grabbing your toast, putting it on a plate, putting on the spread, and making your way to the dining table.

You sit down and take a bite of toast as you begin to read the news. Nothing really catches your attention. It kind of makes you miss the city news, sure it wasn't all good but gave you something to think about. You sip your juice and finish eating before you leave.

🍂🍂🍂

The morning sermon ended and everyone flocked outside where they grouped up to socialize. You were surprised, when you were a kid everyone was desperate to leave the second the sermon was finished but here everyone seemed to get along with one another.

Honestly, you felt a little out of place. All these people who'd probably known each other their entire lives and you were just some stranger.

“Oh (Y/n) it's good to see you here today” a sweet southern voice that you immediately knew.

“Oh hello Mauve” you greeted as you turned to her direction where she stood with Blackmore who was obviously dressed in his Sunday best. Black dress pants, a white button-up shirt, and a dark blue tie that he was currently fiddling with in his hand.

“And hello Blackmore” you greeted him too. His expression brightened immediately.

“So what brought you to church today?” she asked you.

“Well I finished up with most of the house maintenance and I thought I'd get to know my community more” you replied.

“Oh you poor thing, you tried fixing up that old

house all by yourself” she said as she put your hands in yours.

“You know you can ask all of us here in town if you need any help” she assured you.

“T-thank you” you stuttered, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Blackmore and I were going to head to the diner for breakfast if you want to join,” she offered and you accepted.

You followed them both for 5 or so minutes before you arrived. It was a small diner with a muted palette of browns and dark greens. You sat down at one of the stalls and a waiter quickly handed you all the menus.

You looked at the menu trying to figure out what to eat but you couldn’t decide.

“Do you know what you want (Y/n)?” Mauve asked.

You looked down at the menu, it was massive. And you had already eaten an early breakfast so you weren't too hungry.

“I might just get the standard bacon and eggs and coffee” you replied.

“Are you sure that'll be enough for you?” She asked.

“Yeah, I had some toast before I left” you replied.

“And you want your usual?” Mauve asked as she turned to Blackmore.

“Yes please,” he said.

“Are you ready to order?” the waitress asked. You turned to face her to reply. She was young no older than 14. She had shoulder-length blonde hair and deep blue eyes.

“Oh good morning Lucy, I was wondering why you weren't with Steven this morning” Mauve greeted her.

“Martin called in sick so I offered to take over his shift this morning” she explained.

“anyways what can I get you guys?” She asked.

“Could I get two teas and a coffee, eggs Benedict with a side of mushrooms, the berry waffles, and bacon and eggs?” she told Lucy before you had the chance to tell her your order. Lucy quickly jotted the order in her notebook.

“And how would you like your eggs? Boiled, fried or scrambled?” Lucy asked you.

“fried please” you asked.

“No problem,” she told you.

“I'll have your drinks in a minute,” she told you before leaving.

“Lucy's an absolute sweetheart, she came here only a year ago after she was adopted by the Steels. She's been saving up to go to a nice college and become an English teacher” she told you.

“That's some dedication, when I was her age I had no idea what I wanted to do” you replied.

Shortly after Lucy came back with both a tea and coffee pot along with cups, carefully placing them down while balancing the tray in one hand.

“Food will be out in a few minutes” she assured you before leaving again.

“So (y/n) have you had enough time to explore Maystone?” Mauve asked you as she poured herself and Blackmore some tea.

“A little bit, mostly central,” you replied.

“Oh dear you've been missing out, the best sites are just a little outwards. About a decade ago we'd go hiking in the woods just a bit south of here. The lake was just gorgeous” she told you. Looking at Blackmore there was a somber expression on his face.

“The boys would fish there for hours” she sighed, reminiscing. You could tell that there was a sadness to it. Then you remembered what Magenta said about Frederik.

🍂🍂🍂

After breakfast, you both headed home. When they returned Blackmore went into his room and sank into the double bed, the quilted blanket his mother made pretty much absorbing him. He never was fond of getting up early. Nowadays he didn't really have the luxury of sleeping in but it was a small price to pay to help his mother. So on Sundays, he'd take a nap after church. He closed his eyes only to get startled by a knock on the door.

“Yes, mom?” He asked while sitting up. She opened the door and stood by the doorway.

“Isn't (y/n) so lovely?” she said.

“Um… yes!” he blurted a little flustered.

“You should try talking a little more, I know you want to get to know them better” she spoke sweetly. It was true, he did want to get to know you better but he was absolutely terrible at socializing. Always had been.

“I'm sure they'd really appreciate your company, after all, everything here is entirely new to them" she continued.

"Maybe take them to the old inn for the monthly get-together?” She suggested. He blushed a little at the thought but then he shook his head.

“But what about you? if you were to get hurt I wouldn't be there to help you” he asked. He knew his mom never attended, the idea of leaving her alone and her getting hurt terrified him.

“Blackmore, sweetheart… you shouldn't worry so much about me, live a little for yourself” she said as she came over and hugged him.

“I know it's been tough with everything that's happened, but you've got to set your sights on the future,” she told him before kissing him on the forehead before she got up and made her way out.

“Also I came to tell you I'm putting on some lamb shanks for tonight,” she told him before closing the door.

[averagelydrawnblackmore]

I6 Blackie? (and whatever palette)

((before Cotton take control of the blog…Yandere Blackmore 4 you anon

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Can I ask for yandere!Blackmore hc's? I like your style a lot.

Thank you! 

Yandere! Blackmore

 He’s very pragmatic about being in your presence, he always plans to be around you when he can use his stand to his full advantage. He’ll even ask if you’d like a spot underneath his umbrella just to get closer if that makes things easier.

Even on clear days Blackmore just spontaneously shows up, even if he doesn’t say a single word to you. He’s always keen on observing you.

Starts walking with you just about anywhere when you’re outside doing something. He insists it’s just to keep you company.

He seems to know where you travel to pretty quickly, he’s either standing around waiting for you. Or he happens to pop up when you’re entering your town. 

There’s a few notes left under your door every now and then. Some of them are scarily specific on the way you act, and how much he enjoys your presence.

He doesn’t hesitate to use Catch the Rainbow when he feels the need to rid someone being around you. However he will blackmail them before resorting to killing if he can really help it. 

Blackmore will know immediately if you try to avoid him, and immmediately he becomes inquisitive. He’ll suddenly show up in your home to properly get you to admit to him you were hiding. 

His voice is soft but eerily threatening when he feels something is off about your behavior. He’ll use it more to his advantage when you’re caught out in the rain. 

Obsessive enough he memorizes your routine even with varying differences without trouble. 

People will slowly start avoiding you thanks to him, he purposely gives off the air that no one should approach when he’s around you.

Will use anything that you have as leverage against you, especially if it’s family, friends, or anyone you have strong ties with.

[poorlydrawnfunnyvalentine]

positivity post for blackmore

cool stand

thicc

gets shot repeatedly but keeps on truckin

manages to be both yandere and tsundere

moist boy

metal as fuck

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Twisted Nerve | ch. 1

Btw go check out @return-of-a-space-cowboy 's rendition of the fic! We're working side by side to give you not one, but two stories featuring our favorite man!!!!

Notes: SFW, slasher au, set in USA in the '80s, Reader is a FILTHY AMERICAN but uses gender neutral pronouns, Blackmore works in a butcher shop with meat, descriptions of slaughtering animals, weird kids

WARNINGS: While this chapter is sfw this series will include nsfw content such as murder, dark themes, yandere/stalker Blackmore, and probably more.

Just another Arizona afternoon. A fly buzzed near your ear, always out of reach. The heat burned on. Moving inside didn't help at all. The air was sticky and gross. Countless pairs of eyes from mounted animal heads stared at you uncomfortably while you waited for a sign of life in that butcher shop.

It was in the middle of the day, the doors weren't locked. Surely they were still open?

You ignored the dead glass eyes, instead scanning the short walls for other decoration. Some blue ribbons, lots of pictures of farm life, a tractor, a family picnic, many more pictures of what could've possibly been the generations of men and family who'd own the store. All sharing the same last name. The earliest one you could find was from the mid 1800's. Titled and dated underneath a family of... Gosh, that was a lot of kids...

Besides the countless family photos framed with care, there was a line of pictures like the first one, all dated, with men and their lady front and center before the same farm over and over again, stretching all the way to 1942, where it stopped. The first colored photo. A man and woman, faces blank of any emotion. The difference between this photo and the last wasn't just the coloring, but the mutilated carcass of a cow, hooked and hanging. Acting as a barrier between the two.

The photo felt incredibly cursed to look at. It sent a feeling of unease through you the longer you stared. But you couldn't look away. It brought up a question. Was the couple in that photo still running this meat shop? That picture was already 40 years old, they must be nearing old age now. Right?

Until a kid appearing behind the counter answered your silent question.

A very young kid.

Good heavens, he didn't look a day over fourteen. His clothes were baggy and severely oversized. Mud speckled his thin frame while got out a crate from the back of the building to help him see over the counter. He leaned against the old wood like he'd done this dance a thousand times.

"Welcome, stranger. What are you lookin' for? Beef? Pork? We've got the finest cuts in town!"

You shook out of your daze, stepping towards the counter, hands grappling for the paper in your pocket. "Thanks, but I'm not really looking for meat at the moment." You decided to tell the truth, finally able to free your map from your jeans.

The boy's eyes darken. A deep blue that looked black. "Then what are you even doin' here?" He asked bluntly. You stiffen. The sudden change in tone made you feel uneasy. You swallow your nausea and offer the kid your map.

"I-I'm just looking for a grocery store! You're the closest shop I could find, I was hoping I could get some directions."

"Oh." The dark look on his face left, going back to normal. The blond took the map from your- laughably nervous -hand before laying it out before himself. He scanned the brittle paper for some time, his finger trailing over points of interest. "Where'd you get this map anyway?" He asked without taking his eyes away from the counter.

"Gas station, on the way into town." You answer with a nervous chuckle. "Best I could do. Doesn't seem like this place has an official building. Least doesn't have one I could find."

The boy clicked his tongue. "Figures. The thing's outdated, no one comes through here so there's no real reason to change them."

He tapped a finger with a chewed down nail on your original point of interest, just across the street, actually. A ten minute walk in this blistering heat proved to be worthless once you came face to face with an abandoned concrete flat on the outskirts of town. "This store doesn't even exist anymore!" The boy continued, "Got torn down before my momma even popped me out."

You cringe in disgust at his language. He didn't seem to notice. Instead he turned heel, disappearing before you even knew it to behind the sheets hiding the rest of the building from the entrance room. An entrance room so silent, you could hear a pin drop. Seconds passed like minutes, until you heard the hushed voice of the tiny child nearing again. A new hand pushed open the curtains, connected to a scrawny arm and a frail body. He had the same straw blond hair as the boy guiding him by the free hand and the same deep blue eyes. If you didn't know any better, you'd think that was the boy's father. They looked nearly identical. But the boy still had his childish innocence, soft features, wide eyes, eager to see what the world had to offer. This new man was beaten down from years of work, he'd seen it all. His cheeks were hollow and his eyes were sunken in, looking like a skeleton holding on to its skin for dear life. You didn't feel right assuming his age, but you guessed he was fairly older than yourself.

He was pulled towards your map. He broke away from his relative's paws and set a wet cleaver on the counter. Your eyes were immediately pulled towards it. Pink water pooled underneath its shining blade. You had a suspicion what it was.

The young boy tapped the map, getting your attention again, but he was looking at the taller blond. "They need help getting to Tony's store." The adult turned to the kid, a blunt and emotionless stare. The boy added, "Yer the one good with directions! I dunno how to read a map!"

He slowly turned back, as if all of his motions were in slow motion. He seemed dazed, slowly picking up a plastic pen from an old paper cup. Slowly drawing a circle over a dot on the map marked "RICHARD'S CUTS". He draws a perfectly straight line down the map, taking a left, then adding a right.

"The map's outdated." The man spoke bluntly. His voice whined and squeaked, like red gears churring to life after time without use.

"I already told them that." The kid frowned, but he was talked over.

"This'll take you to the new store, just a couple blocks away. You can find anythin' you need here. Is' about a fifteen minute walk." He punctuated by drawing an X over the map. From behind him, you saw the kid roll his eyes.

"Well, jus' about anythin'. You got a car?"

You nodded, and he reciprocated with his own. "Tony's is good. But if yer looking for name brand stuff you'll have t'skip town." This time you shook your head, "Oh, no, no, no, this is perfect! Thank you so much, Mister...?"

The boy puffed out his chest with pride. "The name's Ezekiel. This here is Blackmore, he's my big bro, and he does the cuttin', up here."

"Right. Thanks a lot you two. Really, this is all that I could ask for!"

So they were brothers. That made sense. The eldest deemed himself unneeded, and left with his cleaver.

"It's no problem." Ezekiel waved your thanks away. "Now, if you ain't buyin' anything, leave!"

"Ah- right!" You walked backwards slightly, thanking Ezekiel again. "I promise I'll come back again soon, promise! You guys-"

Only a step away from the door now, and you were stopped by a hand on your elbow. You reel around, heart jumping into your mouth, just to see it was Blackmore. His cleaver was now replaced with a water bottle, crisp and cold with condensation clearly running down the side, with that same emotionless stare. "Take this."

He pushed the water bottle in your hand. From behind him you saw Ezekiel smirk. "It's not a good idea to be walking around in this heat without a cold drink."

"You ain't from around here, are you?" Ezekiel butted in.

"Actually... no, Me and my dad just moved in from over in Illinois!" Your eyes cut over to blackmore. He was nearly nose to nose. It was uncomfortable, but you'd give him the benefit of a doubt.

Those eyes... They were beautiful before. Now, with no light to bounce off his irises, they looked deep black. Like a hungry shark. You tried to ignore that similarity. "...Thanks, Blackmore. How much do I owe you for this?"

"It's on the house." He mumbled before moving away, ready to get back to work.

"Just remember this kindness!" Ezekiel added while wagging a finger. "Whether it's pork, beef, chicken, we got it all! The finest cuts in town!"

From outside, you could hear Blackmore's little brother chide him for giving away that water bottle. He either didn't reply, or his voice was so soft you couldn't hear it. You decided you didn't want the water to go to waste. It tasted delicious on your parched tongue. It was very much needed.

You paused for a second, map in hand, staring at the rest of town from the outskirts.

Screw walking, you were getting the car.

"So? How is it?"

You settled down on a moving box labeled "Dad's books". It was one of the other pieces of "furniture" you had until the rest came in throughout the week. Dad had his rocking chair, fortunately, snacking on a sandwich consisting of Colby Jack cheese and rotisserie style chicken. You were eager to know how he'd enjoy the change of brand. Ezekiel had been right; the grocery store really did only sell the bare essentials. There was the store brand lunch meat, which in your honest opinion looked sketchy. Then there was Black Night's Cuts. It piqued your interest back in the store. Not just by the sleek black packaging or the name, but the slogan printed right smack dab in the middle of the plastic.

"Cut Fresh, From Our Store To Your Table! Finest Cuts In Town!"

That fucking slogan. Not only did Ezekiel say it to you himself, the damn cashier cashing you out said it, too. Black Night's was certainly a nice change of pace from "Richard's", but you were curious about the change.

But enough speculating, Dad was taking his first bite. Buying food for him was something you feared after moving. He didn't like to eat anything that wasn't a well known brand. It did get pricey. But now you had to pinch pennies since both of you were running off savings until you found a new job. Tony's was full of knock offs, no "Froot Loops" or "Frosted Flakes". The "Hunny Rings" you bought didn't even have a mascot. You grew forlorn for the little bee you took for granted in your past shopping.

"Well?"

"It's pretty damn good." The older man laughed over his toasted sandwich, snagging another bite. You sigh, form relaxing. At least now you know your father wouldn't be dying of starvation any time soon, the stubborn bastard.

"Y'know, I met the guy who cooked that meat."

"Really now?"

"Yep. He was... Interesting. Even gave me some free water to keep from drying up on the sidewalk like a worm." You took a bite from your own sandwich. It had been waiting patiently in your lap for you to finish holding your breath.

It was like an explosion on your tongue. The seasoning was perfect, with a nice smoky taste to the meat. When people described their food as "orgasmic" this had to be what they were talking about.

"You'll have to go back and see if they sell any steak."

"Dad, you know we can't afford that right now. Maybe we can get some as a celebratory dinner, after I get a job."

"Been a while since I had a good steak." He muttered between his two pieces of bread, ignoring what you said. You sigh again, staring down at your own sandwich. You'll have to go back into town tomorrow and look for job openings. If nothing, you were a people pleaser. You'll get Dad his steak.

You took a bite from your sandwich.