#yandere bsd x oc

[elvestoneanzelote1]

And the rest is up to you

I'm not sure if requests are open

but can I please ask for them but as romantic yandere's for kianna komori like say they meet her because she's part of hunting dogs

Also if you need any info about her it's on my blog here on Tumblr

A:n- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵... (𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘤 𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵.

𝘒𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘒𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘹 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘰 (𝘛𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘰)

𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦?

How they met her:

First of all it is not easy to be apart of being in Hunting dogs once you are operated and gifted with compulsory body improvement trail.

Kiana met Jouno and Tetchou during the first introduction of her been selected.

You can say Teruko was more then happy to welcome her for once a girl have been elected as an official member of Hunting dogs beside her.

Kiana met Jouno through interrogation which he questions some details about her past occupation and warnings of how the body need once two month medical operation or your body shall break of sort.

And Kiana met Tetchou during the training where he agreed to spar with her.

He doesn't go that easy either though mindful of his strength he knows he should not over powered her as she is just starting.

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How it goes, them developing Feelings for her.

Jouno will take much of his time to fall in love, Despite the fact in fanfiction many tries to lured him to fall in love with just looks but... He is blind how can he 𝐬𝐞𝐞 the beauty?

Either way he eventually developed slowly by slow measures like the silent chime of wind blows.

While Tetxhou eventually is like a tide of waves he falls in love with Komori like the sudden waves... He at first will be confused of his action around her it will be cute to watch them interact.

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How obsessed and how much they can go.

Tetchou will be overprotective which is for sure but also midly manipulative... He may seems to be rash on actions and is protective but... He eventually can control the people around midly which others won't find out why they are distancing from Komori.

Jouno on the other hand is sadistic letting her be at a pittied state but also not the point of breaking. The problem is tetchou does not like Jouno harming her.

They both have their own reasoning.

Regarding been how she should handle in Hunting dogs of sort.

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Will they kill?

Yes, yes they will.

That depends on the person though.

And no they won't kill directly but sidelines.

And no they won't kill just because the person took her time oh no, They will kill for touching her inappropriately to the point of crossing line

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A:n- that's all! Take care good/night to all I hope you know that the request is close now.

[femcelzai]

CHARACTERS : Osamu Dazai & Fyodor Dostoevsky (BSD), Sylus ( love n deepspace), Rosaria (Genshin Impact)

INFO : the yandere is unnamed and is used by they pronouns (can be both female or male), an extremely short one-shot, reader is referred as Y/N

The world around you felt heavy as you walked home, the evening air cold against your skin. You'd been feeling it for days now—that sense of being watched. No matter where you went, it was as if someone’s eyes followed you, though you could never catch sight of them.

You quickened your pace, wanting nothing more than to escape into the safety of your home. But tonight, there was something different—something ominous in the air. The moment you unlocked your front door, a soft, familiar voice echoed from behind you.

"You always run, but I always find you."

Your heart leaped into your throat. That voice. You turned around slowly, only to come face to face with them—the one you'd known for months but never quite… like this. Their eyes were darker now, intense with an unhinged obsession, and they stood too close for comfort.

"(Y/N)," they murmured softly, stepping even closer, trapping you against the door. "You’re always running, always hiding from me, but why? I love you. Can't you see that?"

Your breath hitched. Their hand came up to brush a strand of hair from your face, fingers lingering a moment too long on your skin. "I’ve been so patient," they whispered, their voice laced with something dark, something dangerous. "Watching you… wanting you."

You felt a shiver crawl up your spine as their eyes burned into yours. They leaned in, their breath warm against your neck as they whispered words that made your blood freeze.

"You belong to me now."

Your heart raced. You wanted to scream, to push them away, but your body was frozen in place, held captive by their gaze. They smiled, a smile that was far too calm for the madness in their eyes.

"Don’t worry," they said softly, gently, as if trying to comfort you. "I’ll take care of everything. No one will come between us… not anymore."

They reached for your hand, and you instinctively tried to pull back, but their grip was like iron. "You don’t need to be afraid, (Y/N). I’ll make sure you're always safe… with me. Forever."

Your mind raced for an escape, but deep down, you knew there was no running anymore. They had you.

And they weren’t letting go.

| credits to @/ cafekitsune for the dividers

[lavandulawrites]

Unhinged yans hits different

They really do! Ugh I love them so much♥️♥️ they’re so incredibly fun to write

Send unhinged yan requests😈

[yuyinesque]

everyone stfu rn — but… here me out. fyodor x yandere!rusalka reader (ft. nikolai). putting it in a language for you cunts to understand. because i am tired. ichor is tired. and i’m suffering through a case called “writer’s block”. (implied murder, blood, obsession, mythological figures).

Cacodemonic cackles and pale sage peers; Dostoyevsky has yet to discern the urgency of his given situation, though had no qualms with concluding the annoyances of it. His partner’s blustery and ominous roars of amusement plagued Fyodor’s ear canal as he proceeded to lour directly into the monitor before him, which was occupied by a retched face he has yet to rid of due to their superlunary expertise. A rusalka, funny, isn’t it? Such mythological mistake merely used to scare off ignorant children is the same concept that was occupying his line of sight on this hallowed midnight.

Your pretty gaze now converted into a glinting, baleful, unblinking green as your bloodied visage remained almost stuffed into one of Fyodor’s esoteric lenses that he was sure that no one would find. Then again, you are far from mortal. You were savage. Barbaric and supernatural, irritating and invasive. You’ve been following him even after your death, as you were a devotee during the two of your teenage years, but he grown tired of your clinginess, so he managed to set you up on a blind date between a large water tank with a sealant.

It was clear that you were out for vengeance, but after announcing that you wanted nothing more but his heart, you wanted it devoured as well. The only man who you couldn’t entice with your looks alone… It was anticipated that you would eventually take much more drastic measures. He hated that about you. He loathed everything about you.

This story here has his clownish partner beside him in fits! It’s not like Fyodor could kill you, either! You’re literally immortal! Nikolai hasn’t had a good laugh like this in years, but… The idea of allowing his kill to go to waste over a creature isn’t something he was very fond of, and Fyodor noticed such, which prompted him to come up with a few possibilities on instinct. If he were to encourage Nikolai to do the dirty work for him, somehow, very somehow, he’d be able to rid of you. But, he’d likely perish during the process, which is something he didn’t need about n—

“Darlin’~ hands away from the secret utility for just a moment. Now, listen close and don’t forget to nod~!” Nikolai of course, disrupted his train of thoughts by speaking into the speaker with his honeyed theatrics disguised as absolute sadism and neurotic raze. Still, considering how smoothly this was according to his given plan, he was sure that God desired nothing more than Fyodor’s win. That thought alone was all that mattered to him right now. “Your kill has already been marked, my dearest, dearest cassowary! But… if you want, I wouldn’t mind sharing the remains once I’m through. How does that sound, sugar?”

What an unnecessary delay of plans, and your devilish smile followed by the immediate blackout of the camera made him sigh softly to himself. Lord, forgive him for the bloodshed that will occur on this endearing Sunday…

[anonymousewrites]

There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 4) Chapter Twenty-One

Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader

Chuuya Nakahara x Fem! OC

Chapter Twenty-One: Tripolar Singularity

MANGA SPOILERS PLEASE HEED THIS WARNING

Summary: The aftermath of fighting Fukuchi and Fyodor is not the end of the battle against evil.

           Thump!

            Sigma’s limp body hit the ground, and Chuuya shrugged.

            “Nothing,” he said.

            “Huh. Maybe he’s just sleep deprived?” said Dazai, obviously not serious.

            Chuuya rolled his eyes. “You’d think that would keep him zonked after being dropped fifteen times? If that is the case, we should just let the poor bastard get some shut-eye.

            “I really wanted to know what he and Dostoevsky chatted about,” said Dazai.

            “Maybe he’s being forced asleep by an ability?” suggested Chuuya.

            “If that were the case, he’d have woken up the second I touched him,” said Dazai.

            “Just quit your worrying,” said Chuuya. “That anemic son of a bitch kicked the bucket. You saw it with your own eyes.”

            “You’re right.” Dazai furrowed his brow. “I just don’t get it. Why hasn’t he woken up yet?” It disquieted him. He had ensured Fyodor died, but…something felt off. Fyodor had been angry and caught off guard, but that was nearly impossible. Dazai had beaten him, but what if he had failsafe? What if there was something more going on?

            He flopped to the ground and rolled around in frustration, thinking it over. If he had overlooked something—a rare occurrence but possible against a man as intelligent as him—then (Y/N) would once again be in danger, and Dazai couldn’t let that happen.

            “Quit that habit of rolling all over the ground whenever you’re worrying,” said Chuuya. “It’s annoying to look at, Dazai. What are you still brooding over? Sure, we don’t know why Sigma won’t wake up—”

            Dazai paused. “I know exactly why he isn’t waking up.”

            “Huh?” Chuuya furrowed his brow.

            “He’s overloaded with information,” said Dazai. “After taking in an excessive amount of memory data in through an ability, one loses consciousness, as to give their brain time to sort through it all. I was told something similar happened to (Y/N).” He frowned as he continued to go through his own thoughts. “Could that mean Dostoevsky purposefully let Sigma read his memories? Now just why would he—” He froze. His eyes widened. He sat up. Wild panic flew through his mind.

            “In order to mask his ability?” said Dazai, breathless. “It’s possible the ability the ability he showed off at the end of the “Mutual Destruction” incident and threatened (Y/N) with was a fake. He likely prepared one of Hawthorne’s blood bullets beforehand then transferred the blood to the soldier he touched, destroying him from the inside.

            “However, that just made us cautious of the possibility of his ability’s activation condition being ‘touch.’ That’s exactly why my plan was all distanced. Hence, taking out the helicopter all in order to defeat him without making direct contact. If that’s not the case, what’s the real activation condition?” Dazai searched through every interaction with Fyodor and arrived at the helicopter. He remembered Fyodor final words as the helicopter fell towards him.

            Angelic light.

            Dazai's eyes widened in horror. Fyodor had smiled as he spoke.

            He jumped to his feet and ran for the exit.

            “Wha—? Hey, where are you going, dumbass?!” shouted Chuuya. Dazai hadn’t explained anything.

            “We have to check Dostoevsky’s corpse!” said Dazai, more alarmed than Chuuya had ever seen him.

            A shiver ran down Chuuya’s spine, and he ran out after Dazai. Before he had a chance to lift the helicopter with his ability, Dazai had pushed rubble aside and found the corpse proper—one arm missing, just as before. Dazai grabbed the other arm and pulled the body out.

            Chuuya just squatted and watched. “Now here’s a rare sight. It’s not often I get to see you sweat.” He looked at the body. “There you have it. He bit the dust. Hard.”

            “Is that so?” Dazai pushed the body over, and his heart dropped. “Then who the hell is this?” It was not Fyodor’s face that stared unseeing at the sky.

            Everything fell into horrible place.

            “During the prison break race, Dostoevsky was frantic. He was frantic because death at my hand or by poison wouldn’t do it. What he needed was to be killed by a vampire.” Dazai narrowed his eyes.

            “Huh?” said Chuuya, eyes widened.

            “I get it now. His entire plan. It all leads to…the worst possible scenario.” And Dazai had allowed it to happen. He had put everything he cared about, the world, (Y/N) in harm’s way. He jumped to his feet. “I have to tell Ranpo immediately!”

            “Hey, hold it, explain!” said Chuuya, following him.

            “His ability’s activation condition! It isn’t touch!” shouted Dazai as he ran. “Dostoevsky’s ability, it activates when he’s killed!”

            “The hell’s that supposed to mean? Speak Japanese, please!” snapped Chuuya.

            “A vampire killed Dostoevsky!  But he didn’t do it of his own volition!” Dazai’s eyes were wide open as he ran. “He was just a puppet being controlled. Nothing but his fingertip. The vampire piloting the helicopter was just the same as a gun or blade. Nothing but a tool. The one with the intent, the one who actually killed Dostoevsky…was Bram Stoker!”

            The man horribly close to (Y/N).

            “The reason his corpse turned into a different person, the reason he docilely submitted to being locked away across the world, there’s only one explanation!” said Dazai. “Dostoevsky’s ability is to subsume the person that killed as ‘the next Dostoevsky!’ ”

            Dazai had led Fyodor right to (Y/N), the woman he loved.

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            (Y/N) and Akira lay on the ground, unconscious. Slowly, Akira managed to raise her head, holding her wounds tightly as she bled. She groaned and looked around to analyze the current situation. Fukuchi was sitting and stared at the body of his friend-turned-fanatical-villain, Fukuchi. (Y/N) was groaning and blinking her eyes open in an attempt to regain consciousness after the battle. Behind them, Bram had arrived on the airport runway with Aya at his side. He gazed at Fukuchi.

            “My archenemy—” He groaned and stumbled. “I see…”

            “What’s the matter, Bra-chan?” asked Aya.

            “My princess,” said Bram. He turned and pushed her back in alarm. “Run far from here!” He cried out and grabbed his face as his skin split open. Like a snake shedding its scales, Bram’s skin and hair fell away to reveal anemically-pale skin like that of the vampire’s, but now black hair fell from his head. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as sharp, cruel eyes blinked open.

            Fyodor stood before the group with a smirk. His gaze instantly leveled on (Y/N). “Why, good morning, Angel,” he said.

            Fukuzawa grabbed his sword, but Fyodor drew the sword that had once been implanted in Bram and pointed it at Akira. “I’d advise you not to move. I won’t hesitate to kill her.”

            “Fuck you,” sneered Akira. “Do it.”

            “No—” (Y/N) coughed and tasted the iron tang of blood in her mouth.

            “I suppose it doesn’t much matter what you decide,” said Fyodor, shifting his foot towards Fukuchi’s body.

            “Stop him—”

            (Y/N)’s warning was too late, and before Fukuzawa could decide to attack—not that he would allow Akira to die, he wouldn’t even kill Fukuchi himself, which Fyodor had used to his advantage—Fyodor kicked Fukuchi’s sword into his hand.

            “I do apologize for the following discomfort, Angel. But it is for your own good,” said Fyodor with the disgustingly possessive look in his eyes. He flipped the swords around in his hands.

            “Stop him!” shouted Ranpo, running across the airport. “Don’t let Dostoevsky stab her with that blade!”

            Fyodor smirked and struck. (Y/N) let out a cry as both swords hit her, and a green light welled up from the wound. Fyodor watched with immense satisfaction.

            “In my right, the Divine Blade, Ame-no-Gozen. In my left, the Holy Sword, Soluz Levni.” Fyodor watched the light grow to a blinding brightness. “Two heavenly blades and an angelic being bring froth unto this land, a miracle.”

            Ranpo ran forward, helpless to stop what Fyodor had begun. He had brought three “extremes” together—the space-time sword, said to have a god dwelling within it, the forced combination of ability and body, the Holy Cross Sword, and the ability to control and strength all that the holder surveys, There’s a Will; There’s a Way.

            They united, and the power unleashed bathed the world in energy they could not overcome. Akira let out a cry for her best friend, her sister, but she could not see (Y/N) through the green light. The force of the energy shoved her back. Fukuzawa grabbed her and Aya and held them as the light rushed over them.

            The tripolar singularity was unleashed.

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            (Y/N) felt pure energy coursing through her, and the edges of her vision darkened. In fact, her thoughts seemed to be fleeing her. She was growing smaller, smaller, smaller…

            Within (Y/N), something twisted and twisted until it broke. (Y/N)’s eyes closed, and amidst all the light, darkness swallowed them whole.

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            The light faded, and Akira, Aya, and Fukuzawa raised their heads. Their eyes widened. A crater stood where (Y/N) had lain. Torii—gates—stood around the crater, and green energy still sparked out within it.

            “Now, would you look at that. Spectacular,” said Fyodor, standing at the edge of the crater.

            “What the hell did you do?” snapped Akira, trying to move forward, but the injuries were still too much and hadn’t healed. “Where’s (Y/N)?! How the hell are you here?!”

            “Bram Stoker is dead,” said Fyodor with a smirk. “And I endured quite the hardship to obtain the echoes of him in death.” He lifted his hand to reveal One Order.

            “No—” Fukuzawa’s eyes widened.

            “Yes,” said Fyodor. “ ‘One Order.’ A weapon allowing its wielder to control all of their subordinates as they please. This body belongs—or, well, belonged—to Bram Stoker, the King of the Vampires. If I were to use One Order within this body, who would I be able to control?”

            Aya’s eyes widened. “You’d be able to control all of the vampires across the world…?”

            “That’s what all this was for?!” snapped Akira. “The Decay of the Angel, Fukuchi, all of it—you just wanted to take over the world like any common fucking villain?”

            Fyodor smirked. “I am hardly common.”

            Behind him, a beacon of light erupted from the crater. They watched it arc up before floating down to stand behind Fyodor. The light faded to reveal a figure. Fukuzawa’s eyes widened, and Akira’s lungs constricted into a horrified gasp.

            It was (Y/N). Her gaze was empty, and she wore a long, white kimono. As it fluttered around her in the wind, the light hit it to reveal a green shine. A veil floated over here yes with three dots on it. The sword at her side glinted dangerously in the light. (Y/N) looked divine and dangerous.

            “(Y/N),” breathed Akira, heartbroken.

            “Not quite,” said Fyodor. “This is a divine being, far being your…mortal existence.” He gazed adoringly at (Y/N), and Akira was disgusted. “With the Holy Cross sword’s power to combine ability and body, a tripartite fusion occurred between (Y/N) (L/N), the Divine Blade Ame-no-Gozen, and the Holy Sword itself. Then, (Y/N)’s ability combined with Ame-no-Gozen, her gift strengthened by the sword in turn giving it strength, letting hundredfold elevation of power approach infinity. The abilities gave way to a singularity. (Y/N)—an angel trapped in a mortal body—can now become who she was meant to be. She possesses truly godlike power.” Fyodor raised his hand to show a black mark on his palm. “And a goddess answers her devout follower’s prayers.” He smiled with a worshipful expression, but it was a mask in front of his cruelty and manipulation. “With the seal of the Holy Sword, she will answer my call and my call alone.”

            Fyodor took a knee and held (Y/N)’s hand reverently in his hand. He kissed the back gently before looking up at (Y/N). “My lady, my angel, my goddess of order and justice. Mine.”

[fancyfeathers]

Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Bungou Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Twenty Two, The Genius That Leads

(A/N- I read Romeo and Juliet before writing this and now I love the idea of William being called the prince of cats like Tybalt because of their similarities and that being the story much of his character is based on)

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

Chapter twenty

Chapter twenty, part two

Chapter twenty one

“Deal.” The moment you said that a smile came across his face. You glanced back at the book you were asked to retrieve, before he could say something you grabbed it from the table. You looked back over at him, keeping the book curled up in your arm. “Not a word.”

“Only if you keep your end of the deal, doll,” Ayatsuji replied as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “You’ll have a hard time hiding that book at the party, what do you plan on doing?”

“I will be leaving early, I have my own matters to tend to.” You took out your phone, ready to call your driver to pick you up. “The Society is not the only affair that keeps me busy. There is something I need to get to the bottom of, a mystery if you will.”

“How interesting, but you are not a detective, are you?” He hums, tapping his gloved finger against his cheek. His eyes are fixed on you, scanning over your form, trying to find any sign of what you are thinking.

“Perhaps, it is a family profession after all.” You picked up the skirt of your dress and began making your way towards the door. You spared him a glance as you pushed open the door to the hallway. “Now I suppose I’ll see you soon enough and hopefully we will be on the same side of the playing field. Goodbye, have a lovely evening, detective.”

“We will see…”

You stepped out into the long hallway, slowly making your way to the garage where your driver would be picking you up. You looked down at your phone, dialing up your driver’s number. The ringing mixed with the echoing of your heeled shoes as they clicked against the floor. You were a far enough distance away from the auction hall that you knew Ayatsuji was not following you, but something still felt off. You felt yourself grow more tense as you walked along the hall, as if someone was watching you. The mixture of clicking and ringing did not help calm your nerves, only blocking out another one of your senses…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring-

You heard the line get cut at the sound of your phone getting a call. You pulled your phone away to see who was calling you, you looked down to see the contact name as none other than William Shakespeare. You hit the bright green button on the screen without hesitation, answering the call as you held it up to your ear.

“William, I have the book-“

“(Name), I need you to come to room two-three-six, the plan has changed.” You heard William’s voice speak to you, but he was not worried, not bothered, if anything he was… happy? “Things may be turning in our favor after all.”

Did he find Miss Jane already? Thoughts ran through your mind as you made your way down through the floors of the hotel. The clicking of your heels rang through the halls, everything was silent except the clicking of those heels. Soon enough you came to the door, knocking once and the door was answered not even a moment later. It was answered not a moment later by a familiar face, just not one you were expecting.

“Joan?”

Before you stood the maid who was one of the first people you met at the Society’s headquarters, only she was dressed in an outfit suited for business, a black suit and a blue plaid tie. Her long blond hair was down, not up in her usual bun that also let her blue eyes be on display. She smiled back at you, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she stepped aside to allow you to come in. “It seems we have quite a bit to explain to you.”

“What do you mean- Oh!” You cut yourself off as you entered the room, turning your head to see sitting at the table of the luxury room the familiar face of William who summoned you along with-

“I apologize for setting you up, (Name).” Those words escaped those lips, soft and gentle as always. You saw sitting at the table with William, the form of Miss Jane. She was not dressed how you expected, she herself wore a black vest over a white button up, a long blue skirt, it was simple but elegant. She rested her head against her hand, a smile coming across her face. “The truth is, I never turned myself into Fitzgerald, I would never dream of it.”

You heard the sound of the person you once thought to be a maid closing the door behind you as she approached the table. William looked over at you with a smile, before a laugh escaped from his lips. “Honestly it surprised me as well, but Jane, Wells, and Leroux fooled us all.”

“Wells?” You turned to look at the woman who opened the door for you, was that Joan’s real name? Who was she really?

“Ah yes, let me properly introduce you,” Jane said, reaching out a hand over to the woman standing beside you. “This is an old friend of mine from my work in England when I was looking for capable individuals to join the Society. May I introduce to you H.G. Wells, she has been the one keeping our Society safe from the shadows this whole time along with the one who has been brewing up those  updates  on where I was for Emma and the others that led to this elaborate planning for this ball that fit into the plan I devised with Wells and Leroux.”

“But Gaston is missing, I found his blood in the room along with-“

“Not missing, he is exactly where he needs to be in this plan.” Wells cut in, coming to sit down on the couch not too far from the table, swinging her arms over the back of the couch and crossing her legs. “Leroux was kidnapped by a well-known European criminal known as Nikolai Gogol. Due to Gaston’s time working with the European Union when tracking down Fyodor Dostoevsky, he found evidence that the two had connections to one another.”

“So this all has to do with Fyodor, doesn’t it?” You asked, glancing around the room at everyone.

“Exactly, Gaston had informed me of what happened when he was asked by the Port Mafia to look into the disappearance of one of their executives who had Fyodor in their custody. We immediately knew Fyodor was planning something.” Jane nodded to your question and answered as it all was obvious. “We knew that the Port Mafia would be wanting any information they could in Fyodor after so even before all this we had all of Gaston’s observations from his work in European Union on Fyodor printed into a book and set up to be sold at an auction, that’s the same book you are holding now. We planned on dangling a carrot for the Port Mafia to desire and for Fyodor to destroy.”

You glanced down at the book you held, this was all a ploy. 

“I apologize for you having to be a pawn in all of this, but you played your role wonderfully.” Jane complemented with a smile, a giggle escaping her voice. “Now Gaston has Fyodor under constant surveillance and that  rat  has no idea, he will practically reveal everything to us and that bastard has no eyes on us because he is so focused on the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia.”

“I see, I have just a few questions…” You found yourself sitting down at the table along with the others, you felt yourself crew at your lower lip in thought. “How did you fake yourself leaving at the mansion all those months ago and how did you know that Nikolai would be here?”

“Ah, well the first answer is with Ms. Wells and her ability. She was disgusted as the driver who brought the two of us there. That envelope I gave her with the instruction to  open when the time was right ��was all she needed to know what to do.” You glanced over at the woman on the couch, she was disgusted as a maid for all these months, what was stopping her from being disguised as a driver? “You see Wells’ ability is called Time Machine and allows her to manipulate time itself. So inside the envelope told her the exact time to activate her ability, when you got inside the car. She activated her ability on me, giving me 3300 seconds to go back in time myself and slip away from Fitzgerald, who was also used as a pawn in all of this. After that I returned to Europe for a few months, working with some old friends of mine in the Order of the Clocktower, but I am afraid that is trivial at the current moment.”

“I did not expect for you to be this much of a mastermind, Miss Jane.” You heard William chuckle as he crossed his legs with a closed-eyed smile. “But I suppose I should have expected that from the leader of the Society of Protection.”

“Well, I do pride myself on my understanding of the human mind, so manipulating it with both my plans and my ability is all too easy, no offense my dear (Name).” Jane apologized with a smile which you nodded to.

“None was taken, Miss Jane. After all, I have quite a lot to still learn.” You giggled along with her smile, which was true you did have so much to learn compared to the actual geniuses that hid within the Society. “But what of my second question?”

“Ah, about Nikolai, well that is thanks to your visit to Mr. Tonan with Leroux and Dr. Stevenson such a long time ago. Do you remember his assistant and the strange behavior he had?” You nodded at Jane’s question which caused her to hum. “I did not believe him at first, just a strange assistant and nothing more, at least that is what I thought at first. As you know Gaston is a composer at the Paris Opera House, a theater, he has experience with actors and the art of such so it is easy for him to tell when one is acting. He told me that he forced the attitude of a sane man to have a perfect accent, but not to one who works with actors from that part of the world every day, so detecting a fake accent was child’s play for him.”

“So Mr. Tonan’s assistant is Nikolai in disguise?” You asked, most. to yourself as you pondered the question and then it clicked. “Wait, Mr. Tonan and his assistant were invited to the ball, so Nikolai was among the guests.”

“Just as planned, they fell into our trap like rats.” Wells smiles as she speaks, running her hand through her hair. “And now we will trap them all like rats, all of them running in a maze they don’t even know.”

[myluckymoon]

I need some one to make either a chuuya x reader or a hazbin hotel reader x Lucifer were they are like Gomez Addams and morticia Addams, like they are head over heels for each other. Or dazai x reader(or anyone )

(and because both of them are short and their s/o is taller than them)

Please some one make this

[emomarktwain]

Art dump part 1 for this month because I suck at posting

Some of these were for cringetober others me being silly

[a-pups-writing]

Dear readers; members of the audience.

I used to write a lot, in many different fandoms as well, but got very off track because of mental and physical reasons HOWEVER I would love to get back into it!! So I'm writing this, to say that I'm open for requests and the likes! :3

Please be nice while requesting and commenting, and be patient! I'm only human after all. MDN (can't stop you from reading, know I did, but don't tell me). No judging, everyone has different interests!! Thanks <3.

What fandoms gonna write for;

my own OC's (would you like to meet them?)

Twisted Wonderland (including staff, RSA and NBC)

Black Butler (aged up charr.)

Obey Me (only platonic for Luke)

Diabolik Lovers (.. :3) + more.

BSD

What I'm fine with writing;

Fluff (M/F,M/F,F/F, Poly)

Smut (M/F,M/M,F/F, Poly)

Angst (including de@th, suicide, mental health disorders)

Romance (M/F,M/M,F/F, Poly)

BD/SM, other kinks.

monster stuff (teratophelia? I think that's what its called)

in the form of: HC'S, drabbles. (Maybe one shots, maybe..)

asks or scenarios, especially for my OC's!! (I love them, they deserve more love TT)

agere/petre, little space/CGL (SFW only)

Yandere content

What I won't write for;

rape, noncon (consensual noncon is fine)

paedophilia

zoophilia

necrophilia (zombies are fine)

[elvestoneanzelote1]

May I please have a yandere chuuya x pm!moon please (info on her is on my blog)

𝘈:𝘯- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵! 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘖𝘤 𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

𝘗𝘮! 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯 (𝘰𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳) 𝘹 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘕𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢.

𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵.

Her smile was like the crescent moon which is a sight to behold.

Her green eye can be compared to the jade. Maybe more precious than that of the jewel.

One may find her height intimating. Yet at the same time who can adjust their height either way. Besides she walks in such grace that criticism are like compliments and adding up to her beauty.

Her ability is also worth a praise.

A very scary ability which... This can also be the reason why she and the gravity manipulator Chuuya Nakahara get along in the first place.

At first he to be truth intimitated to approach her.

Besides being in the same organization. He didn't felt in love at first. He isn't one to be that but he did felt attracted to her.

Her hair that sways with the wind as she walk graciously in the sunglight with her umbrella covering for her from sunlight despite her using a hat.

The more time he knows more about her the more he want to be... No know her more.

He felt envious of his partner Dazai as he brought a smile on her face. Their relationship... Was sweet. After all he help her in ability control which in fact he himself have no control of his own ability either.

The most beneficial was Mori but we don't talk about him here now do we?

And besides.

It was worth it.

These patience he held to hold her hand.

The patience to slowly let her open up.

The patience... Was agonizing precisely cut the hearth of his.

But now he have her...

He is with her now.

None matters.

His reward has always... Been the sweetest till today.

"Chuuya... You seems at daze did something occurred?" Moon asked him while his arms around her waist hugging her closer as he hummed in thought.

"I'm just reminiscing"

"About?"

"That how much we have come through" he said as he twirl her strand of hair on his finger and smile softly while kissing it.

"I suppose we did came along way"

"Yeah..." He said as he lean up towards her as she lean down to him.

As tender as the kiss was Chuuya can't help but smirk as his eye on the corner took notice of the certain brown eyes that seems to widen and have a conflicted look.

"I will never let you go... Moon" he whispered to himself after breaking from the kiss as she looked at him confused yet Chuuya just smiled in satisfaction while in the corner of his eye watching the brunette that had left the cafe.

It doesn't bother him if someone watches them and the fact the cafe already is booked.

Oh the satisfaction for him to see his ex partner and moon's ex boyfriend.

To be past by and saw them from the window pane.

It was worth it to take the seat beside the window pane after all...

He won her heart now and he will not let anyone come in between them.

She is with him and that's all it matter... And nothing else matter in his eyes.

Nothing

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A:n- that's all! Take care good night/morning I hope it was up to your liking.

[a-random-weeb]

someone please give me writing inspiration I beg of you. I don't care what you comment or repost just pleaseeeeeee I'm begging you guysssssssss

[lavandulawrites]

I’m thinking about writing more NSFW fics/drabbles/headcanons. Both non-yandere and yandere (ONLY CONSENSUAL)

Masterlist

Rules for requesting

[ci0udyd4ys]

♡Rules and Introduction♡

Stuff I will wtite

•Fluff

•Angst

•yandere

Stuff I will possibly write

•Smut

Stuff I won't write

•Incest/step-cest ext

•Irl People

♡Fandoms & characters♡

•Bungo stray dogs

Will write for

ADA

•Dazai

•Atsushi

•Ranpo

•Yosono

•Kunikida

PM

•Chuuya

•Aktugawa

•Possibly Koyou

•Gin?

DOA

•Fyodor

•Nikolai

•Sigma

•Bram

HUNTING DOGS

•Jouno

•Tetcho

•Tatchihara

GUILD

•Poe

•Nathaniel

•Magret(maybe)

Rats in the house of the dead

•Musitaro

•Ivan

Extras

•Aya (ONLY PLATONICALLY LIKE YOU ARE HER PARENT FIGURE OR SIBLINGS!!!!!)

•OC'S

•Ruyji

•TBA

Ik this isn't a lot but as I watch more into different series I'll add more fandoms.

Requests will probably be really slow since I get burnt out easily and I'm not experienced with writing fanfic

[lvlyanqel]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗖𝗦

empty :(

𝗠𝗬 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗢 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗔

empty :(

𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗬 𝗗𝗢𝗚𝗦

empty :(

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗪 𝗠𝗔𝗡

empty :(

𝗝𝗨𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗨 𝗞𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗡

empty :(

𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗡

empty :(

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡 𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗔𝗖𝗧

empty :(

𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥

empty :(

note; all of my ocs are connected to a larger story, likely posted on my wattpad or soon to be posted on my wattpad. so if you enjoy one of them, you are likely to find their story there. i will not be doing larger works on here since it's just not necessary, thank you <3

[fancyfeathers]

Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Twenty, Part Two The Masque of the Red Death

(A/N- not a full chapter but very important)

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

Chapter twenty

Throughout the night, music and chatter filled the hall. The familiar face of Gaston Leroux stands against the wall, a glass of champagne in hand, he was going his best to keep his eye on Ayatsuji, members of the Hunting Dogs, and other government workers, if any of them interfered with the plan it could be all over. His eyes also kept darting to the door, keeping an eye on who came in and left, making sure none of them would cause a problem either.  Then his eyes fell on a familiar man, through not many would recognize him with the masquerade theme of the night, it was Mr. Tonan’s assistant. He was leaving the room but Gaston spotted Mr. Tonan talking to Victor not a moment ago. Without a word to any other society members Gaston activated his ability and stepped through the wall, disappearing from everyone’s sight. Gaston walked out into the hallway, keeping his ability activated to keep his foot falls non existent. He silently followed the man, upstairs, into another meeting hall, one that would be used for the auction that would be held tonight. Gaston hid himself behind a long window curtain, watching. The assistant went over to the table of cases, full of items for tonight’s auction, he was trying to tamper with the lots. Gaston  stepped out from behind the curtain and deactivated his ability so that when his heels hit the floor it made a sharp clicking sound, getting the assistant’s attention.

“Did you get lost? I believe the party is downstairs.” Gaston said, looking the man over with a polite smile, but one that quickly fell when the man didn’t say anything. “Or perhaps you meant to come here?”

At that the man slowly turned to look at the composer and that wicked grin came across his face that gave even Gaston chills. Then Gaston gained notice of his eyes, green and blue, they weren’t that way before. Then the scar over his eye, that also wasn’t there before. Then it was the hair, black to white, then the clothes to that of clown’s, and a card coming to cover his eye, but what stayed the same was that horrifying smile. It was an ability that was changing him of that there wasn’t a doubt, a teleportation ability perhaps? 

Then he felt it, behind his head… the barrel of a gun…

That’s when he knew…

“Nikolai Gogol, I’ve heard of you, didn’t I think I’d meet you in person ever.” Gaston said, staying calm despite the gun on his head. “And what would a criminally insane or perhaps just an insane criminal want here? This auction doesn’t seem like your style not to mention this is far from Europe and your home ground.”

“Let me answer your question with another question.” Nikolai replied as Gaston felt the gun move down onto his neck. “What is Fyodor doing here?”

The composer’s eyes widened at the mention of the name, he was so much in shock that he would have stepped back if it wasn’t for the gun behind him. 

“What?”

“Don’t worry he’s not actually here as in this building, but why?” There was a long pause in silence, Gaston didn’t actually know why he was. He had been helping try to stop the Guild and he knew why, but why are they still here? Their goal wasn’t Fyodor, so why were they? “Ohhh you don’t actually know, such a shame… but I can’t just let you leave after what you’ve seen, I’m sure Dostoy would love to see you.”

Gaston felt the gun move down his spine, pressing into the small of his back. He could feel the pressure shift as Nikolai pressed his finger on the trigger.

3…

2…

1…

BANG

…But the bullet never met skin…

Gaston activated his ability just in time, letting the bullet fly right through his ghostly body but then in a flash of gold it disappeared…

Gaston looked around confused…

Oh no…

Gaston saw the bullet reappear in the corner of his eye. The flash of gold then the searing pain in his side as the bullet drove into his skin just above his hip. The world went white in pain as Gaston fell to the floor. His vision was rapidly fading and the last thing he saw was Nikolai’s smiling face…

Gaston Leroux, Society Member

Status: missing

[bluemoondust]

✧Devotion in Writing✧

Decided to out together all this for some form of introduction for these bsd ocs. I decided not to say their names just yet since I'll be giving them proper introductions on my art blog at some point. So look forward to that!

Even so, if you have any questions about them, feel free to ask! I'll be happy to answer anything regarding them. 😊

Edit: Names revealed! :D

✧J.D. Salinger✧

Comin' through the rye, poor body,

Comin' through the rye.

She's draggin' all her petticoats

Comin' through the rye.

The world was filled with those who are never genuine. They only sought for those who'd offer benefits to their lives. That is the way the J.D. Salinger thought of the world. Those who did no wrong or are untainted by the cruelties of this plane of existence were always snuffed out of it too early. He thought of it as his mission to protect the innocent when he can.

That is probably why he sought after you. There was no other reason than keeping you away from the corruption at first. Sure, he works for the Guild, but it wasn't like he valued the leader's beliefs. It never changed his own values at all. He would endlessly follow you or stay by your side, always stating that being out and about while the two groups in Yokohama were against the Guild was dangerous. It wouldn't be smart to be alone.

Love was not something he expected to come out of all this, it scared him for a bit. He didn't even realize that his feelings were twisted at all. What scared him was the idea of such. It was a precious thing, love, but he believed he did not deserve such a thing ever since he left home all those years ago. The thought never leaves his mind as he continues to talk to you.

He takes in everything you do. Even the smaller things not many would notice. He wasn't one to find fondness in the normal things in life. The way your face scrunched up in thought would be among the things he enjoys as well as how you speak. You're a genuine person in his eyes through and through. He just wants to take you with him so the two of you can live alone for the rest of your lives.

That...sounded nice. Fantastic even. He loved the idea of living with you and no one else. Somewhere private. No one deserves you since...they don't understand you. They'd just love you for your looks. Just for eye candy or any other shallow reason. It makes him sick inside to think of people like that ever wanting to have you. This was selfish coming from him but...those fakes don't know how to love someone like you. With all their heart.

"There's nothing else in the world I'd rather be than a protector of the innocent...a guardian. It sounds so idealistic but it's better than wasting your life ruining yourself because you want to please others. Being a fake in the world. I...don't want that for you so please...take my hand."

✧Shirley Jackson✧

One for sorrow, Two for mirth

Three for marriage, Four for birth

Five for laughing, Six for crying

Seven for sickness, Eight for dying

Nine for silver, Ten for gold

Eleven a secret, That will never be told

The devotion of one such as the woman dubbed The Witch, is said to be a dangerous thing. They would be right, given the actions she took before escaping the village she resided in. Minds of sheep never think for themselves before following the orders of a shepherd, as she says, when remembering the events.

You were never a target. Just a normal citizen, another face in the crowd. Her fellow Guild member killed by the Port Mafia as she was told before she set off to gather information. A shame. She stumbled upon you while doing so, it wasn't meant to happen, but she did predict something unexpected would happen. It was a frequent occurrence with her, after all. With a smile, she slipped into her polite, lady like persona as she apologized for disturbing your day. You saw how she held herself up with grace and her appearance was striking. She could catch the eye of anyone if she wanted.

Another unexpected event was when she harbored feelings towards you. It would take much time for that, but it does not change the fact that there was some twisted magic behind this. Ah, how peculiar. It seems like instead of falling for her spell, she has fallen for yours. Interesting. To feed her curiosity, she stays within the shadows while watching you carefully. You're certainly a fascinating individual and she'd love to see how your mind worked.

Is this wrong? She laughed at the question. Of course not. Love knows no bounds as they say. The same is said for her. You may not be aware of it, but she cuts down the feeble hearted fools who dare attempt to bring harm upon you. People would look down upon such measures, but she couldn't care less. The opinions of others mean nothing to her.

Having you close to her is essential, given that her greatest fear was losing you. Despite enjoying the time she was alone without judgement looming behind her, the weight of loneliness made her shoulders and heart ache. People were easy to fool, but it seemed like you were a little sharper than them. That could mean that you're aware of her true nature, right? You accept her, right?

"I had once wished to have been a werewolf, you know? It's a whimsical thought. Pale moonlight, dark forests, nighttime ambience. You occupy my mind. Do you know that? Do I you? If you do then there's an answer to that. I don't ever want this spell to break... People should keep their noses out of other's business."

✧T.S. Eliot✧

Through me the way into the suffering city,

Through me the way into eternal pain,

Through me the way that runs among the lost.

Life had been difficult, to a man who can read people so easily. There was so many who had ulterior motives behind their honey coated words. No one else could see this or maybe...some of them are pretending? Well, T.S. Eliot can play at their game. It was better that way then being called dull. They may not be aware, but he does listen carefully. He can learn to understand their speech patterns. It was entertaining if he had to be honest—hearing the words of the arrogant.

This is why he doesn't go out much. Was it really worth it when there are people like that or that some things bore him? Well, at least there are other things to enjoy such as how people work. He wonders if people even understand what he's saying. Probably not. What a bother... Social gatherings weren't even his scene, so why did he come in the first place?

Meeting you was a pleasant thing. Unfortunately, he never spoke a word to you, nor approached your figure in the distance. All that was done was staring from where he stood, watching your every movement as the man ignored everyone around him. How could he even approach you? He'd likely make a fool of himself. You might even be repulsed by his appearance as you may be able to catch the concealer hiding the dark circles under his eyes. Ugh, he was a mess...he feels a little dizzy and the taste of coffee sounds enticing right about now.

He realizes that you're gone and his mood shifts. It wasn't meant to be then. Ah, once again he prevents himself from pushing his boundaries. What a fool he is. It would take a while for another chance to see you would come up. This man partakes in isolation and only gets out of his private home when he wants to. Which isn't often. It's not just because of reclusive nature, he would argue, but also for his own safety due to how useful his ability would be to other organizations.

When meeting you again, he's a little hopeful. Maybe this was a sign? Though, once again, his doubts eat at his thoughts on how everything could go wrong. He manages to finally talk with you, but only because you dropped something. He finds himself unable to fully make conversation with you, stumbling over his words a bit. You're so much more magnificent up close and your voice is nice to hear. He wonders what you think about. He just had to talk to you more no matter what.

"I promise, I didn't just want more from you because of your appearance. No. I have no idea what to do but I'm fully aware that this is...You know. If I had other intentions, more physical ones, my approach would have been different...I think. Still, believe me when I say that this is real. No going back now."

✧Oscar Wilde✧

I would not wish

Any companion in the world but you,

Nor can imagination form a shape,

Besides yourself, to like of.

A man such as Oscar Wilde is aware of the concept of love and everything that comes with it. It's familiar and at the same time not. He has experienced every corner of the concept, but he didn't expect to find a new dimension to it. There are darker variations of love, and he admits to almost falling into them during his time living. People are like that, after all. Sometimes someone can fall victim to these things until they are no longer the victim in the situation. Now it is his choice on if he should follow the path into the rabbit hole.

You're an interesting person, he must say. Conversations with you lighten his mood as he tells you small folktales of his homeland and succeeds to make you laugh. It's a wonderful sound. You will admit, this man is an oddity as he pops up into your life. His presence oozes charm and charisma, so much character to him that intrigues you. That's how he likes it. Life is all about living to the fullest and being able to do things that make you happy. It's exactly what he's been doing for so long. Now that he's had frequent meetings with you, he knows what to do.

Although it is not his agenda to commit to something like this nor is it the safest choice he's making, he could care less. He can talk his way out of getting in trouble with the boss, especially since she is a reasonable woman. The man chooses to court you like any other person, but with his own personal flair. Rejection is not something he had in mind, even if he would be able to take it in stride. He would try to piece together why. Another person, perhaps? Did you not love him? Hm.

A sigh escapes him. Oh, well now, you really make him want to step into the darkness. He has learned over the years that acting so recklessly will only bring more problems. Live and learn he has, so he uses that to an advantage. One thought does worm its way into his mind: was all this worth it? Of course it was, though, he had to think about the long term consequences of this. Never did he test out how long he can hold a relationship and now he wants to so...he knows he'll lose you one day.

Frightening is that thought and a highly selfish part of him wants to prevent that from happening. It could possibly be done with the right materials and people for the job. Well, that can wait. His priority was to bring someone to a low standard. Everyone has a persona that is taken to face value. It can crumble with the right methods and you'll be able to realize that the person was never right for you since the beginning. It's alright. You're with someone who wouldn't dream of lying to you.

"Darling! How has the day treated you? I hope it has been well, or else I might have to change that. Ah, they really did that, didn't they? Well, it's important to move on. They don't deserve your attention after all that. It's what give people like that power even after defeat. So, let's wipe that frown and have some food! I'm sure it'll cheer you up."

✧Susanna Rowson✧

Ah, why should all mankind

For one man's fault, be condemned,

If guiltless?

Having a kind heart can take you far and push past obstacles. That is what Susanna Rowson has always believed in. It may seem like a naive ideal, but it was taught to her since she was young. Although that was the case, her ability doesn't make it seem like it, which saddens her. An ability like hers surely would paint her as a cynic should it be revealed. That is why she doesn't use it too often, despite being a member of the Guild.

With that, she also does not question what is going on. Love is love, right? You have given her the butterflies in her stomach, made her face flush, brighten up her day, oh and so much more! There is so much she wants to do with you! It seems rather abrupt, but she welcomes these feelings since she has been waiting for this day. Oh, she does hope you feel the same way. She does her absolute best to aid and comfort you whenever she can. This way, you're aware that the young woman is a grand partner! It's...enough, right?

Despite all the hope she has, there is a gnawing anxiety deep within her. People come and go, yes, but...do they really have to? It hurts. It hurts so much. Especially when the person is ripped away from you so suddenly. Why did it have to happen? Even though she tells herself that life is just like that, she can't just ignore how unfair it is. Maybe if more effort was put in, you'd stay. Yes...You definitely will.

Every little sign counts for her. You wouldn't just keep hanging out with her just for...for pity or some other painful excuse, right? That's not you at all. She should know. You are a sweet, admirable person and...No one would actually be that cruel...yeah. She tries to keep herself from thinking of the worst because that would mean she has little faith in you. Which is just not true at all! There is so much trust placed upon you and she'd never forgive herself for doubting you.

All she just wants is for you to finally say the words she's been waiting to hear. Then, every bit of fear will be washed away. For now, she'll be patient. Even with your other friends, she knows that you love her deep down. R-Right?....there's no way she can allow herself to use her ability for such an obvious answer because...because of course you do!

"A-Ah, no. There's nothing on your face. I was just lost in thought. I'm having some troubles. May I share them? Well, I want to be more honest with you. I'm sick to my stomach because I thought of using my ability on you. My...c-coworkers say I should use it for liars but...you're not one! So I must ask...do you love me?"

✧Robert Louis Stevenson✧

O human nature's marked duality

Emerges in symbolic myths and dreams.

For the troubled heart is often torn between

The mystical rose and the wild, black beast.

No. No, no, no, no! This can't be happening. This cannot be happening right now. Why does every corner of life have to do this!? Did some higher being have it out for him? This was the question that ran through the mind of Robert Louis Stevenson when he discovered his tainted desires. He tried to convince himself that this wasn't him, but that monster. Or maybe you were some enemy that the boss didn't tell him about. Whoever you are, he needed to stay away from. At all costs.

Well, aren't you an intriguing little thing. To bring a man to such a state of panic just because he is scared of what he can do. Love...is it? Hm, okay then. Love can make someone do crazy things and hey, he isn't complaining. Tearing down others in the name of someone seemed fun. Especially if they're people who even so much as glanced at you. What? Of course other people would also have their eyes on you. It's just annoying, is all. He can't just wait to the look on your face when you know.

No! You absolutely can't find out! It's important that you stay away. He can sense your worry as to why he's not going outdoors lately. Work is keeping him busy, love. His job is very high maintenance after all. Just don't...ask too much about it. Still, how could he let this escalate? He was supposed to stay away but now look at him. He's lying to your face. The man can't believe you haven't caught on at all. Do you have suspicions? Oh, you're a fun one indeed. What the hell is wrong with him!? No, it's not him. Ah, but he can't deny that this is what he truly wants.

He can't deny how much his blood boils at others spending so much time with you, or how much fear he has just thinking about how you'll react to what he is...what he's done. Ugh, you should just accept your fate. There's no way you can run from him at all. A good chase brings the best out of him. Ah...it's okay, he'll patch you right up. It's nice that you depend on him in these types of things, even if he caused them. Just stop, it'll make everything easier and no one has to be in pain. Try to understand that.

Understanding you will. He has treated you so kindly before. You know that, right? Why be afraid of him? Don't you trust him? You can't just view things only on the surface, love. That's narrow minded of you and he is aware you're not like that. Don't tell him that he's mistaken? After what he has done? Oh, darling that's not even the worst of it. You have no idea. The lengths he would go for you is undescribable. Well, maybe they are. Ugh, so graphic...

"There is nothing to be afraid of. I just...don't know. Yes, I do know! You see love, you are special. So, so, so special indeed. Because of that, you're going no where. Y-You understand that, right? I'm trying to make this easy, really I am. So don't you dare try to leave...please. I dare you, little dove. If you're brave enough, let's see what happens if you do try. Even...with all that, know that I love you and I do this because of that."

✧Nora Ibsen✧

A doll is a witness

who cannot die,

with a doll you are never alone.

Or did we make them

because we needed to love someone

and could not love each other?

Nora is still trying to grasp why she feels this way. She never thought it was possible in the first place, given her origins and who she used worked for. That was in the past, but despite her freedom, she remained trapped. Maybe that is why you're here; to make everything better. Oh, not that you'd be able to fully assist in the situation. No no, she wouldn't allow anyone to put you in harms way. This was her responsibility.

There is a thought as to why she's grown attached to you. The only other person she has done that with is dead, which only gives her more of a reason to protect you. Even if you're not aware of that. Still, if she's feeling like this, then it is not a problem. It's better than the sense of dread she feels when something from her past shows up. You're a breath of fresh air. Make no mistake, she will do whatever it takes to ensure your safety.

In the meantime, you don't have to worry your pretty little head. She keeps interacting with you as if nothing is going on. Allowing you to show her anything in the city since it all was new to her. Staying by your side made her feel complete in some way...which felt right. This was it then. This was meant to be! There was always this empty feeling she had after leaving behind the pains of the past. No matter how happy she felt, it wouldn't go away. But now you're here! Everything can be just like it used to, but better than before!

If there comes a time where the past comes to haunt her, and she has to face someone familiar, they will be dealt with. Apologies to them, they might not see you as their target but that doesn't mean there's no chance they'll hurt you. You shouldn't be exposed to these sort of things. No anger fuels her actions, just a sense of protectiveness. Her happiness will not be ruined again. She won't be merciful this time around...nor will she let herself be controlled. It is her turn to pull the strings.

Everyone desires something in life. However, will the guilt of the past allow them to fully embrace them? You feel like you have been dead even while living since then. That is the sense of dread that most feel when she confronts them. Meanwhile, she's never felt more alive. It's all thanks to you, really. You've given her a sense of purpose without doing much. To her, it doesn't matter what role she plays in your life, though she does wish to be your significant other...what matters is that you'll stay with her forever. So please, don't toss her to the side.

"Who...was that? Oh, that was no one important. Don't worry about it. All that matters is what we'll be doing later this afternoon! So—he seemed familiar? Ah, that makes some form of sense. He kind of looks like that one man you mentioned. So bizarre...but it's all good. He isn't important. Why do you keep asking questions?"