#yandere demoness

[ilovespec]

The demonic protector~

yandere demoness × human FEM ! reader| part 1

WARNINGS: yandere female, Y/N female , description of the human skeleton and bones , description of blood (dried), yandere is not human , YANDERE IS A DAMN DEMONESS, just teenagers (the reader and her friends), AN OBVIOUS difference in height and age , a difference in strength.

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Y/N - your name .

Y/L - your last name .

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The year is 2010. 20th of December. Russia.

You, Y/N Y/L, are an ordinary student. You have a normal height and you are not very different from your peers... You study at the university, work part-time as a waitress in a coffee shop, study for an average grade, and have a group of crazy friends. Yes. And all future events happened because of them. But that's not the point now ;) . Now you were sitting at another lecture, and in a half-doze you listened to what the teacher was saying, making notes in a notebook. You were sitting in the back rows, and you almost passed out because your clothes were so warm, the new year was coming soon, and the teacher's voice was so boring... That you just passed out. And by the end of the lecture, you were woken up by one of your friends. 18 year old italian Squalo. Unusually tall for her age, she studied poorly. The behavior score is "not satisfactory." Her hair was blond, cut like a boy's. The eyes are bright blue, the skin is tanned and the skin is covered with scars due to constant fights. And what few people knew, she was a professional fighter.

- Squalo : Yo, (your nickname)!! I found such a cool topic, aren't you interested in abandonments?!

- You: Uh... Yes, yes, and what is..?

- Squalo : Yes, I, Agafya and Bontà found such a cool throwback!!! This is an abandoned monastery, where, according to rumors, some kind of demon was worshipped... What 's her name... ah!! Precisely! "Lazy shadow"! According to rumors, this is a demon of laziness, you figure out what people will come up with. Haha !!!

Squalo laughed. And speaking of your company. It had you , Squalo , Agafya and Bontà in it ! You were (your age), as I repeat, Squalo was 18 years old, and Agafya and Bontà were 16 years old, they were still in school. They are Bontà , Squalo and you (if you are not from Russia , of course) foreigners.

- Squalo : Well, are you in favor?!

You nod, with a heavy sigh, what have these limitless people come up with again..

(Timeskip)

You , Squalo , Agafya and Bontà , after finishing lectures and lessons at the university , went to have a snack in a cafe , Agafya kindly pulled out a chair for you , blushing slightly . You giggled a little over her behavior , but you remember that she is only well - mannered . And it would be a shame to laugh at her. You've all taken your seats.

- Agafya.: Well... We're all here to discuss our new outing.

- Bontà : Yes , it is... An abandoned convent where a demon was rumored to be worshipped.... Uhhh... Just a second, this demon's name is too long..

Bontà is slightly hesitant in pronouncing the name of this demon.

- Bontà : Uh... Ep-Epidicus E.. Eunapius, here. As far as it is clear from public and preserved records, this is a female demon.. Her nickname is "the dark lord".

Squalo chuckles slightly as he turns to you.

- Squalo : haha... Excuse me (your nickname) , I'm sorry. I forgot her nickname a bit..

Bontà raises an eyebrow, looks at Squalo in disbelief.

- Bontà : .... And what the hell did you call her ?

- Squalo : ... "Lazy shadow".. HAHAHA

All the girls at the table laughed

- Agafya: Okay... Okay, we'll meet in 2 days, at 18:00. I'll text you the address later.

A few seconds later, the waitress brought them the menu. Then, when the guys chose what they would eat and drink, they ordered it and patiently waited for the order.

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Well.... These 2 days dragged on for a very long time... It was as if they were made of rubber..But still, you somehow survived until this "important" event. It's not every day that you go to an abandoned monastery where, according to rumors, nuns worship some kind of "dark lord" or whatever her name is... A demon of laziness or something, huh.. Who even came up with such a demon, well, okay. You are not a follower of "Demonolatry" to talk about this, which means it's time to go to bed. After all , tomorrow you are going to this monastery..

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2010 , December 22

This day has finally arrived.... The day when you and your crazy company will go to this abandoned building..There is a flashlight... The phone is charged... There is a small snack... There is pepper spray ... Everything seems to be there. And as you agreed, all four of you met at the bus stop from which you will get to this the monastery.

- Squalo : Wow... I think we'll rust while we're driving..

- Bontà : nothing. Let's be patient, we've done more than that.

You and Agafya nod, agreeing with your friend. And get on the bus that has just arrived , the bus you need .

( Timeskip;) )

A couple of hours later, you arrived at this "scary" place. As soon as you came out, Squalo immediately put her backpack on the ground and began to stretch her stiff limbs, with a quiet groan.

- Squalo : Oh... How everything hurts... I can't feel my legs..

Bontà kicked Squalo's butt with a laugh

- Bontà : Yeah, yeah... And who slept the whole trip? It was possible to get up and stretch for a few seconds .

Squalo rushed at Bontà with her fists, but Agafya grabbed them by the collars of their warm coats, preventing them from starting a fight. And you sighed irritably while doing a facepalm . And when this circus finally ended , the four of you went towards this abandoned monastery...

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And finally, after another 30 minutes, you finally reached this monastery... It looked like this .. Majestic. High iron fence... Huge closed gates.. And as far as you could see, the cathedral itself was not spared time, but it still looked so exciting and terrifying at the same time... Squalo was the first to climb over the fence, of course, followed by Bontà. They urged each other on, shoved and laughed. And you and Agafya stood and watched them. When they finally climbed over this fence (which is very difficult), AGAFYA PICKED YOU UP IN HER ARMS, AND IN A COUPLE OF SECONDS SHE CLIMBED OVER THE FENCE!!! And then she put you down on the ground, brushing off a little dust and snow from her long black coat. And Squalo and Bontà looked at it with their jaws hanging open for a couple of seconds before starting to tease Agafya.

- Bontà : heeyyy~ Agafya , and since when do you behave so affectionately with Y/N?~ Your parents are homophobic, HAAHAHAH !!!

Bontà and Squalo burst into loud laughter, but Agafya's menacing gaze interrupted their fun, and your four went to the monastery ...

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And so... You are already in the cathedral itself! You in the cathedral itself , they climbed through a shattered window... And it was just as beautiful inside as it was outside... But everything is overgrown.. And it was covered with graffiti, which added even more charm to this monastery...

- Bontà : well... I think we should split up into pairs.. Don't you think so, Agafya? ;)

Bontà gives Agafya a conspiratorial wink, which makes her snort in annoyance and put her arm around your shoulders.

- Agafya : Yes... I'll go with Y/N. And then you'll go with Squalo.

You and Agafya started to leave, but behind your backs you heard Squalo and Bontà already discussing what kind of wedding you would have, how many children and what a wonderful couple you would have...

(~Timeskip~)

After a couple of hours, you and Agafya stumbled upon a very strange network of corridors, and Agafya took out of her pocket a skein of threads.

- Agafya : while we are walking, I will slowly unwind the thread. And so we won't get lost if there is a maze here.

You nod slightly and uncertainly step into this intricate "maze", hugging Agafya by the hand. Which made her blush. Which you didn't see, of course... You've been wandering for a long time, and you've already walked through many rooms before finding some kind of strange, big door...

- Agafya: well.. you wonder what 's in there?

You nod, AND AGAFYA IMMEDIATELY KNOCKS THIS DOOR OFF WITH HER FEET!!!

- Agafya: then let's go.

Agafya was the first to enter the strange room and froze with horror in her eyes.. You nervously followed her in and screamed in fear. It was a large room, with an intricate star drawn in the middle, similar to a pentagram... Drawn in blood... And it was even impossible to count how many skeletons, human bones there were... And dried blood.. But the scariest thing that was there was an inverted crucifix with straps . In which the skeleton was fixed. And judging by the marks on it, the skeleton belonged to a coma person. You immediately ran away screaming, and with the feeling that you were going to faint... And Agafya stayed for a couple of seconds to take a couple of photos and videos. As proof. And I soon caught up with you. I picked you up in my arms and ran with you. Crying and shaking in her arms to Squalo and Bontà. But all the way to your friends, you felt that someone was following you, but there was no one there..

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After 30 minutes , you were already on the bus in the fourth , you were sitting on Agafya 's lap and occasionally trembling , sleeping on Agafya 's lap . Squalo and Bontà were sitting in front of you and looking at the photos and a short video in shock. Apparently, this was the sacrificial room for this "Dark Lord"...

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- ? : Haha.... That's funny..

A strange tall creature mutters thoughtfully, hanging over your tiny, cute body. This creature looked like this. A female, but at the same time VERY muscular body. Covered with strange black stripes similar to scars, a white loincloth, "she" has dark gray skin and pointed elf-like ears with numerous earrings... One bright red eye, since the other was covered by a bandage, white shoulder-length hair with black tips, a dark gray tail with a white fur tassel at the end... And horns. The right horn is long, black. And the second is also black, but broken in half... "She" has a bandaged chest, a piercing on her lower lip and a piercing on her nose. This demon-like creature smirks as it lies down next to you and pulls you towards it without waking you up.

- ? : what a cute creature... maybe I should keep it for myself...? I'd rather guard it, huh..

thank you so much for reading >3< if it's not difficult for you, please write a rating or review about the story in the comments, to be honest, I'm a teenager and it's very important for me to get an opinion about my stories 😅 if anything, I'll attach a link to my masterlist, and every day I write new stories. Therefore, if you liked this story, write! I will release a new part tomorrow !!!

finally, a couple of drawings of this Yandere character >_<

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[shino-mina-324]

Don’t Leave Me Too

Pairing: platonic!yandere! Muichiro x mother figure! reader

GN!

Summary: You care for him like a son and treated like so, but he was darker than you thought her was. How far will you get before he finds you after escaping the estate?

Warning: blood, kidnapping, clingy Muichiro, trauma, abandonment issues, etc

A/N: Believe it or not but this is actually my first time writing yandere! I don't think its entirely good but I'm pretty proud of it for my first try. I hope you all like it, please give me your feedback!

You stumbled through the snow, shivering at the stinging cold. How long have you been trapped in there? You couldn’t tell. Your feet felt like they were going to freeze off, after all you were barefoot. You didn’t have time to go grab shoes when your escape was right there.

How did you even get into this situation? You squeezed your eyes shut at the memories.

You had met him during a mission. You were assigned to work with a hashira in this mission, apparently strong enough to need a hashira and one other but not enough to require two hashira. You were nervous, so nervous. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of a hashira! But then you saw him, a short boy with long hair. He looked no older than fourteen. It had always broke your heart how such young kids were becoming demon slayers and what they go through. But to see a fourteen year old having gone through that and train hard enough to become a hashira so quickly just made it worse.

You didn’t let that show though, either way he was still your superior. In the down moments when you weren’t actively working you'd talk to him in a kind motherly manner, not in a belittling way but in a sweet way. He would look at you with a tilted head and sometimes narrowed eyes, annoyed maybe, but wouldn’t say anything. But when working you would treat him like any other superior.

Then after the mission was over you decided to get some breakfast and invited him as well. He accepted but didn’t talk much. Then you went your separate ways. But then you got another mission with him, then another, and another. Every time you would treat him the same way. Once you even gave him a head pat, you didn’t do it on purpose. Your hand kinda moved before you could think about it.

“Don’t touch me.” He gave you the coldest glare you had ever felt. You felt immediate shame fill your body and soon excused yourself. You never tried that again after that. Always kept your distance too, in case of accidentally touching him while walking. He didn’t seem to notice, if anything he seemed more pleased.

Then he went on a mission somewhere else. Not unusual. But the next time you saw him he was… different. His eyes were more clear and when he saw you a smile immediately crossed his face and he ran towards you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug, his face in your neck. You tensed at the contact, not used to it coming from him.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I treated you like that.” He kept repeating, talking into your neck. Slowly, cautiously, you wrapped your arms around him loosely. But that’s all. He melted into it further though, like it meant the world to him.

After that you would see each other a lot more often. For some reason every mission you had was with him. He would also stay quite close to you as well. There was one time when you two were just sitting around a table he had grabbed your hand and put it on his head. You were confused but he looked at you expectantly but when you didn’t do anything he frowned and pushed it on to his head a bit harder. You realized, and although very confused, starting to pat his head. He seemed content but grabbed you hand when you tried to pull away.

It was sweet. The relationship the two of you had now, like mother and son. But then it took a turn. He would barely let you fight the demons you fought. Always jumping in and killing them before you. It was sweet at first but then got frustrating. Then after that he insisted on being next to you everywhere, even when not on missions. But compared to other things, those were more innocent.

He started trying to take up all your time, always wanting to be around you. He would also seem standoffish and be flat out rude to your other friends. Soon for some odd reason they started to distance themselves. But he was always there to cheer you up, you realized too late that he was the reason why they got distant.

Then for some odd reason you started getting missions less and less. This confused you but you didn't question it much. Then one day Muichiro invited you over to his estate. This wasn't an odd thing as he had done that numerous times before. But at the end of the night he insisted you stay the night and after a little fighting you agreed. That's where you went wrong. He didn't let you leave the next day or the next. You got frustrated and decided to just leave. If he caught you on the way out then so bad you'd just force your way out, no big deal. Yeah, you were wrong. He caught you on the way out, as if he were guarding the door. He refused to move and when you forced your way past him he let you. You made it a total of five steps out the door before you felt something hit the back of your neck and you passed out. All you heard were Muichiro's six words.

"I can't lose you too, mom."

You shook your head harshly pushing away the memories. You were so stupid. He may be a child but he was a damn Hashira! You should never have gotten close to him, never invited him to meals, never talked to him about anything not work related, you were so damn stupid! You shook your head at those thoughts. It was too late now, all you can do is keep running.

You kept running down the path then stopped. No this was too dangerous, what if he started walking down the same path and saw you? You made a sharp turn and ran into the forest. It was more dangerous and the roots, twigs, and rocks hurt your feet but it was safer in its own way. You kept running, ignoring the pain, ignoring the wind, ignoring the noises, ignoring your tired muscles that screamed at you to rest, ignored everything. Even ignored the trail of blood you left that was created by your bleeding cut up feet.

You then stopped and jumped behind a tree, crouching. You could've sworn you heard footsteps. You waited in tense silence for a few seconds, listening for the footsteps but when none passed you started to stand back up. You froze again though when you heard them again. Along with a sickeningly familiar voice.

"Mom? Where are you? Come on, I know you're hurt, just come out." You fell back against the tree and stuck a hand against your mouth to quiet any noises. You looked down at yourself, trying to figure out why he said you were hurt when you saw your bleeding feet. Shit. It's been leaving a trail right to you. You couldn't move. If you stood on your feet it'd just leave a trail, but if you tried to crawl away it'd make too much noise and you'd be more noticeable. You're stuck.

Tears filled your eyes at the realization, what were you going to do? You couldn't go back to that estate, playing house. Forced to be affectionate and treat him like your child. You started hyperventilating, having a panic attack.

"Why are you crying?" You gasped and scrambled back on instinct, trying to create distance between you and the boy and appeared right nest to you. His eyebrows furrowed and he easily pulled you back. He held your face tightly with both hands, refusing to let go no matter how much you pulled your head back, he just kept it in place. "Don't cry, mama." He spoke softly but you kept gasping for breath and trying to pull away. He frowned. "This might hurt, sorry." Then you blacked out.

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When you came to you were laying on something soft with a heaviness on your side and chest. You blinked and realized you were lying back in your futon at the Tokito estate. You moved your head to the side and saw Muichiro laying next to you, closely tucked to your side with his arm and head resting on your chest. He was also staring right at you.

"Your awake!" He smiled brightly at you but you could only feel a deepening pit in your stomach coming from the smile that once brought you so much joy in seeing. "Your feet were bleeding so I bandaged them up. You shouldn’t run off like that mom! Not even half an hour and you already got hurt, they could’ve gotten infected.” Muichiro said but his smile then faded and a cold look crossed his face. “Now on that topic, why’d you run, ma?” You shook slightly at his icy look but his words filled you with disgust. A sudden flash of confidence filled you.

“You know exactly why I ran, Tokito.” I glared at him harshly and pushed myself away from him, trying to create some distance. But I then stopped when I felt a restriction on my foot. He tied my foot to the ground with a rope. “What the hell, Tokito!” I yelled at him again.

“Stop calling me that." My blood froze when I met his eyes, they were void of any emotion and it was terrifying. "I told you to call me Muichiro." He pulled me in closer. "And you're not leaving. I'm not losing you too." His face then softened and he climbed on top of me, hugging me tightly and nuzzled his face into my neck like a baby kitten nuzzles into its mother.

"Don't leave me too, mom."

[loversparanoia]

Demo Time ;)

[5eraphim]

(yandere tf2 misc. drabble, 1)

(CWs: yandere, toxic relationship, stalking, GN reader, unedited)

Backed into an ally corner, catching shadows out of the corner of your eyes all night, now without anywhere else to run, you faced your nearly-invisible stalker head on for the first time.

You thought you made it out, truly believe you managed to escape your captor, but in a matter of hours, you were found, so much planning and effort for nothing. The disappointment almost outweighing your fear. "Where did you come from!?"

"I came to bring you home." He gazed back at you with an adoring look of compassion, but his lack of a real answer made you uneasy. "Could he have been following me all this time?" You wondered. While you were still a few paces away, but he had you cornered, he wasn't encroaching yet, merely waiting with both arms open for you to embrace him willingly.

Clenching both hands into fists at your sides you didn't dare try to escape, standing your ground as you shook your head 'no' glaring directly forward. Without lowering his arms, he cooed, "Don't look at me like that, pet. Let me take you home, aren't you tired of running?"

"I don't need you. I will never need or want you anywhere near me again." Fighting words through clenched teeth, but you weren't fooling anyone.

"So hostile, surly you don't mean it. You know I can keep you safe, provide for you. Pet, you have no reason to try and hide." You hated how he sounded like he was trying to console and reason with an unruly child.

You struggled to fight back tears, beyond frustrated at your own impotence. "I hate you, I will always hate you. Leave me alone!"

"You're lying, and we both know how much you need me. Haven't I told you before, you don't need to fake anything with me." He grinned at his own innuendo, but before you could fire back, you flinched watching him step closer, feeling your shoulders go ragged from your labored breathing, shivering with anxiety.

Pathetically, you hoped he wouldn't come any closer, but you should've known better as you were forced to watch with frieghtened, wide eyes as he prowled closer until he was close enough to wrap both arms around you, huddling your shivering body against his. "That's it, just rest up in my arms, I'm here."

He kissed the top of your head voice still soft with love, "Be good, let me take you home, alright?" Swallowing hard you didn't trust your own voice enough to respond, but one second later you heard him growl, "Don't make me do this the hard way."

(Demo/Spy/Medic/Engineer)

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You can either join my patreon and play it now, or wait for the free version to hit itch.io in a weeks time. The choice is yours!

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Demo: Yandere Hatsune Miku Headcanons

art by: yanderous on Tumblr

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CW: internet stalking; (a little) gaslighting

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This is a demo, which may become a full-fledged large text, written and with a plot. Keyword MAY-..it all depends on you guys, you just have to ask me!

This is just an attempt to distract from the Phosphophyllite headcanons, since there is text there for five seconds of free fast scrolling down... and that's not all...That's why I'm stupidly tired of this and I desperately need a distraction HAHAHA

BTW, VERY FUN FACT.

Based (mostly) on real events :)

Enjoy!

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× You don't know each other.

× Do you know why?

× Because she's just a robot.

× Vocal synthesizer without identity.

× All that is known about her is known from fans and her design.

× Empty.

× ...

× She is loved.

× She's popular.

× And you also see her on community pages, like drawings, listen to music, and perhaps try to do something creative yourself.

× Of course, you didn't know just Miku.

× You knew other Vocaloids too. Rin, Len, Luka, Meiko, Gumi, Flower, Fukase - there were a lot of them, you didn’t know them all, but you heard about many.

× You began to notice that many people had a favorite. And you also decided to choose your favorite Vocaloid.

× The simplest and quite normal choice was Miku.

× But you decided to take someone else as your favorite, because loving Miku is banal.

× The choice has been made.

× . . .

× It doesn’t matter who you chose, but you dreamed about them

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× You dreamed of them fighting with Miku.

× In an old school building, two people were strangling each other. Two vocal synthesizers. ×

× It seems that the thin fingers of the long-haired girl with ponytails were squeezing someone else’s throat an order of magnitude stro

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× You woke up.

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× The dream was strange, but in the end it was just a dream - you struggled with yourself for a long time, trying to choose one of the two - and you didn’t choose Miku. That's why you dreamed about some bullshit.

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× Overall, no big deal.

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× It is vital for you to finish the project, but instead you are interested in reading some article on the Internet.

× You read the article with curiosity and look at the comments.

× People share opinions there - nothing unusual....

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× ...Until you suddenly see Miku in the book cover photo.

× You stare at this in surprise - the article was not about Vocaloids at all, just like the comment itself with the photo.

× You take a screenshot with a laugh, close the article and finally remember about the project. Haha, it was funny, Miku reminded you of your studies.

× You jokingly thank the non-existent character out loud and take out your notebooks.

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× As it turned out, you had something to thank Miku for - you were called in during class and asked to answer with almost no preparation.

× Of course, such coincidences make you even a little scared - but only if they are repeated often. So it was just really funny now.

× You told your friends about this coincidence, you laughed together and celebrated the excellent completion of the project.

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× It's funny, but one day you again came across a funny coincidence - the author of your favorite fanfic not from the Vocaloid fandom suddenly added Miku to the plot as a reference and a side character.

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× Oh , how small the world is!

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× The dream repeated itself.

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× You began to have trouble sleeping - your dreams became strange and distorted. Once you even dreamed of some outright nonsense with Miku figurines.

× You were in your own room, scrolling through the marketplace. And saw strange, unfinished figures there.

× M i k u. ×

× At one point, one of the figures independently adds itself to the basket and you laugh. For some reason.

× Suddenly the second figure does the same.

× . . .

× Then the third. Then the fourth.

× This caused bewilderment, laughter and showed only the absurdity of a strange situation.

× And then you suddenly looked at the floor behind the phone... and saw there a whole bunch of scary, unfinished, broken, mangled toys and Hatsune Miku figurines.

× You back away - and the figures keep growing and growing in geometric progression.

× You are afraid that now they will fill the entire room, and you will suffocate in this huge pile of plastic - but as soon as your back hits an obstacle, you wake up.

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× And what was that?

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× Nothing changes in your life - everything is quite as usual, the same communication, the same activities, the same living space, the same environment. Everything is calm and as usual.

× You don't pay attention to the little things.

× You see Miku a lot of places - on other people’s badges, notepads, many people ask if you know her, ask you to tell her, you see her periodically in advertisements...And this is provided that Miku and Vocaloids, in principle, were not so popular in your circle!

× Sekai must have made Vocaloids more famous and that's why you started bumping into Miku so often.

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× ..but why Miku?

× After all, during all the time you saw something definitely related to Sekai only a couple of times, while Miku in her various manifestations almost always. You even bothered to meet a cosplayer who wanted to cosplay as Miku.

× You communicated actively for some time, but then something went wrong and you quarreled.

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× ...By the way, when you almost stopped communicating, you later found out that he refused to cosplay Miku for some reason.

× An interesting coincidence.

× Somehow there are a ton of them, don’t you think?

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× One day you saw a badge with Miku on the bag of one person, with whom you later had to get to know each other better due to certain circumstances. You talked for a couple of hours out of necessity and you complimented their badge.

"What are you talking about? I've never had a badge with Hatsune Miku..."

× The confused face of your interlocutor unsettled you.

× But...but you saw!

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× what the heck?

× And this happened several times. You even thought that you had problems with vision or memory...

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× The frequency of appearances of the Vocaloid girl in your life reached the point of absurdity. After all, in addition to appearing in your feed and advertising, she was also in your real life - acquaintances, conversations, badges, other merch, unusual projects of classmates and even in fucking magazines.

× You bumped into her absolutely everywhere.

× And then at some point you decided to download Vocaloid.

× You found your favorite producer who used your favorite vocaloid, you listened to the music of this producer, and finally you wanted to make covers or songs yourself.

× You were looking for a pirated version because you didn’t have money, although you were ashamed, in a sense, to download a pirated version.

× The voice bank you found in the public domain was... Miku's voice bank!

× In general, you weren’t against it - you liked Miku, but she was somewhere in second or third place on the list of favorites.

× When you started making covers using her bank, a question arose - why do many people say that Miku is difficult for a beginner? You were great at tuning her voice. And people liked your covers.

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× ....by the way, it’s strange that you no longer come across Miku anywhere other than your feed.

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End of demo.

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[dartanans]

Holis!! Que tal gente bella? Bueno, adivinen que? YA SE PUDO HACER PARA SACAR LA DEMO 😭😭😭😭, le agradezco enormemente a waffle porque sin su ayuda no lo hubiera podido hacer :'D, waffle si vez esto... Tkm 😭😭!!!! ❤, bueno el link de la demo es este

abran el link y después descarguenlo, antes tienen que instalar kocho para poder abrirlo :'D, y ya (si no pueden me dicen y hago tuto) es gratis y para cel o tablet :D, weno eso sería todo, muchas gracias a todos <3, espero que les guste, hay fallos? Si, pero sólo eviten mezclar las opciones, o lo tratan bien o mal , y en el día 2 la última opción (creo) se mezcla un poco con la mala, así que ojo 👀, cuídense, se les quiere mucho <3

[ilovespec]

Keep a small drawing of Epidicus Eunapius (yandere demoness) lol

her story in my masterlist

[minevn]

Hello <3 is it possible for you respond if a link for the game if you can : D sorry I really wanna play it but can’t find it :’<

HI I'M SO SORRY!! Mine doesn't have a demo YET!! Although Mine is also in a sorta of hiatus right now, it's no longer my MAIN project, but it's by no means cancelled either, I've simply run into a lot of issues with development(namely, art style complications and pacing, as well as my own mental health)

my main project is @cafesweetvn

[harmonysanreads]

Lyney Fic dropping tonight (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

[persephones-descent]

Designing Persephone and Perseus : A Retrospective Guide

Hi everyone, it's Cici the creator of Persephone's Descent, a yandere horror visual novel game inspired by the myth of Hades and Persephone. I figured for an interesting post today I would go into how I designed the male and female versions of the main character. See Persephone's Descent has this cool mechanic in the final game where you get to choose the gender of both Persephone and Hades, allowing for either straight or gay relationships. At it's core, Persephone's Descent is a horror game, so even the good endings are going to be a little dark, and no choice will be without consequences. But you will be able to forgive and redeem Hades in the final chapter if that's what you choose.

Anyway back to what this post is actually about, the long process I took of designing Persephone and Perseus.

Fun fact, it was actually my TikTok audience that made the final decision of whether or not to add a male version of Persephone, so you can thank them for your toxic yaoi route lmao. Persephone's Descent was originally going to be a webcomic called Deceit and Daffodils, and was going to be about the long story of how Hades rose to power as king of the Underworld, lost his first wife Leuce, and eventually became obsessed with Persephone. Persephone's original design featured green leaf hair in the shape of a giant bush that would change in different ways due to her moods. But in the end i felt like that was too much like Lore Olympus's Kore. After a bunch of studying and googling (SOOOO MUCH GOOGLING). I found out one of Persephone's sacred animals was deer. So, I figured why not add deer antlers since my version of Persephone is meant to be a more gentle, innocent victim in the game. Persephone and Perseus actually look quite a bit like their mother Demeter.

Demeter...obviously was not happy when she found out what happened to Persephone. But back to designing Persephone. I figured going with greener colors would make her pop more in Hades's dark red underworld in-game. For Perseus , it was as simple as drawing a male variation of the original design (I know vague as hell but I don't know how else to explain it at the moment lol...) Below is some more art (some sprites from the game, others concept art for chapter 3!

That's all for now , if you have any questions or suggestions for the game feel free to leave them in our ask section! The male routes of the Persephone's Descent Demo are available now on itch.io here-

[5eraphim]

omg i have a request... like a scenario type with vampire mercs (norm or yandere i dont mind either) and a vampire hunter s/o? I am THINKING very normally about this hehe

Ahhh, love this! I'm so weak for all things vampiric and gothic, but in general I keep my requests 4 characters max. Sorry if this is so few, but I'd prefer to really go in depth with a few than to shallow-ly touch on all the mercs, (with very rare exception) but you're free to asks for others when requests open back up,. I hope you're ok with the characters I chose to feature here! :) (Also note, I refer to demo and Engie as living with demons who, for the sake of the story are meant to stand in for Medic's medical equipment/weapons and Engie's machines respectively.)

Characters: Demo 🐏, Engie 🦫, Heavy 🐻 and Medic 🕊️ (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: M (MINORS DNI)

Word Count: 2.6k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

(Song Inspo- See the Light, Ghost)

Medic

One of the elders of the vampires Medic's all too familiar with your type. He's been targeted by countless hunters over the years and managed to survive every encounter. He was never shy about killing and feeding and made many enemies with humans over the centuries. No one's managed to kill him yet though he had to admit you came closer than any he had remembered before. But Medic felt far more shaken than usual, discovering the demons you slaughtered to get to him.

He'd always been so fascinated by mortals and loved pursuing them at night, to watch the precious fear which tempted him onward before overpowering his victims with his enhanced strength. As a powerful, supernaturally charged vampire, he hardly considered mortals much of a threat, just a bit of a challenge keeping him from his next meal. When he was transformed into a vampire, he was blessed with a mystical charm, the ability to hypnotize humans who let their guard down around him and compel them to do as he pleased. Many vampires possessed the power of "suggestion," but Medic brought this to a new level. Typically he'd use this charm to instigate things to get mortals alone in a vulnerable, more suggestive state of mind before going in for the kill. Luring and stalking his victims just long enough to know what they feared and desired most, using that to his advantage.

Unlike so many misanthropic vampires, Medic was quite captivated by humans; he was turned into a vampire ages ago and, under the conditions of how he was turned, forgot all about what his life was before he became a vampire.

He regrets the lack of memories of his time among the living but tries his best to make up for it by learning all about humans in their lives now and is quite fickle in this regard. Finding a new obsession every time he dwells among the living to feed. His obsessions come and go as soon as he has his fill. It wasn't until he met you that he genuinely felt like he had met his match.

Not physically, of course; his sparring matches with you were more to stave off his boredom and for amusement than to actually try and kill you, but still, you had his attention all the same.

Sure, if he really wanted to best you, he could compel you to obey his sinister will and eliminate you in a matter of minutes, but where was the fun in that? You were prey unlike any he knew before, and he wanted to give you a violent and gruesome end worthy of the time the two of you shared together.

What Medic wants more than you under his total control is for you to come to him of your own volition. He wouldn't dare try to corrupt a mind so sharp and captivating as yours. While he dreams of being the one to deal your killing blow, he can't help but imagine how charming it would be for you to join his side. To become one with him, living in the night as his mate. Until then, this little ongoing battle would have to do.

Medic deluded himself into believing all your fighting and animosity was your unique way of trying to get his attention. Like you were only acting out because you were jealous of the others he spent his time with and fed upon.

You were so precious to him, and truly loved him deep down. You merely had an unconventional way of showing it. Medic would be the type to see you getting ganged up on by other monsters before jumping into action to save you, tearing the vile creatures to pieces, covering the two of you with the gore, only to stroke your hair and comfort you afterward. To ensure that you are all right and don't sustain any damage. He'd hold you tenderly in his arms as though cradling a baby bird while he whispered,

"The only one who gets to kill you is me. Is that understood?"

Heavy

Heavy has been out on his own for so long now, living in his eternal purgatory in isolation. He doesn't remember much of the past. It hurts too much to try and remember what he once had. But he knew he gave his life to protect his family from a vampire ages ago. Though in a cruel twist of fate, he managed to survive the attack only to wake up cold, alone, and ravenously hungry.

Unlike some vampires, Heavy had to slaughter a living creature every night to sustain this unbearable hunger. It wasn't exactly that he felt guilty for killing more that this was all a part of the balance of nature. It wasn't his fault he was so large, so capable of killing. The fact of the matter was that Heavy needed an awful lot of blood to survive, and it was the job of smaller prey creatures to provide for him.

So long as he mostly kept to himself, Heavy wouldn't worry about anyone bothering him, and he wouldn't bother anyone else. Animal blood kept him alive well enough, even if he gave into temptation, slaughtering masses of human livestock in a bout of gluttony, so long as he didn't drink from the living, everything was fine.

The fact that you managed to hunt him down and tried to target him in the first place was quite curious. He couldn't understand why one so small would bother trying to pick a fight with him of all vampires.

Heavy forgot how long he'd gone without interacting with another intelligent lifeform, and you caught him completely by surprise the first time you ran into him. It hurt all over again, remembering how long he'd been alone. How long it'd been since he'd seen the last of the family he knew as a living mortal, he tried so hard to forget for centuries, but you wouldn't let him.

When he was a younger vampire, he was so cruel and bitter, taking his frustrations out on his food, tearing whatever poor creature was his dinner that night to shreds leaving trails of carnage behind, but now he was more efficient. Though it still required a great deal of blood to sustain a creature of his size, he wasn't so careless anymore. Encountering you was a break from the regular routine it had been sometimes since he met prey that managed to put up such a fight.

While he wasn't blessed with otherworldly charms or powers of hypnosis, his already powerful physical abilities were somehow the only things amplified by vampirism, and trying to take you in a fight felt cruel. But if this was a fight you wanted to pick, he supposed he had no choice but to satisfy you.

At first, he was mainly apathetic to your existence. You were stubborn and hard to kill, but you were still just a tiny human fighting a supernatural entity, and it was only a matter of time before that caught up with you. During a particularly heated battle, you finally slipped up, realizing too late you were out of silver arrows and defenseless when you felt his hands drawing around your neck. But when he finally got close for the first time in his life, Heavy decided to spare his prey. And just a moment away from dealing the killing blow, he hesitated, halting for long enough for you to escape.

Later that day, he lay restlessly wondering where this change of heart came from and couldn't stop himself from dreaming about what it would be like to take you under his wing. Thinking about sharing a more domestic, peaceful life with you. In his eyes, you were the last remaining tether he had to the human world, and killing you would sever that bond for who knows how long.

He dreamed of harnessing your fiery human spirit, training you to work at his side, and showing you how to hunt from the shadows, creeping silently and evading human attention.

From then on, he'd be anticipating your arrival. Wondering if it was wiser to jump right into the action and turn you into a vampire the first chance he could or to wait for the hunter to come to him. The time spent awaiting your return was agony, painfully aware of his loneliness while you were no doubt back home, licking your wounds, hopefully regaining your strength enough to rechallenge him. He desperately missed the feeling of your warm skin against his cold body, your precious blood pumping away, practically begging for him to take a bite.

Demo

He was a vampire with a fearsome reputation known for his explosive anger and the bloodshed he brought with him. However, the supernatural powers he was blessed with were almost more akin to a werewolf's than a vampire's. Demo was blessed with the gift of rage, the ability to manifest every ounce of his anger and lay ways to whatever poor soul was stupid enough to invoke it.

But it wasn't just rage which captivated Demo, but hedonism in all forms. Unlike many vampires, Demo liked to keep around a few humans to amuse himself with. Not precisely to a consensual agreement, but a mutually beneficial one. He would keep his captives fed and safe, and they would provide him sustenance in return, and it wasn't long until the hostage began to grow comfortable and compliant. Demo found blood tasted much better when laced with pleasure, far better than fear, and he loved to wait until the last moment, when his captives were comfortable, before draining them of their delicious blood.

Even when Demo feeds from his harem before going in for the kill, the man is well-practiced and knows how to make the feeding sessions as pleasurable for the victim as it is for him.

All this was quite familiar for Demo, humans were easy prey at the end of the day, and even the holiest and most righteous would eventually succumb to the flesh's temptations. The process was familiar, but the pleasure was sweet all the same. When he did have to fight back, it only made the inevitable meal all the more precious. He loved when people played hard to get, and there wasn't a human alive who managed to escape him and his temptations.

You were so adorably feisty and stubborn the first time he crossed you. A cute little mortal who wanted to play Van Helsing, using your little toys of pure silver, holy water, and scriptures to keep him back.

Though Demo was amused, he was impressed at how well you managed to keep him away. After all, holy relics and verses only worked against the supernatural if you really believed and put all your faith into your words calling upon your deity to protect you. You were a fighter, that's for sure, and the way you were so confident God would protect you from demons like him. It was almost enough for him to spare you, but how could he deny himself a feast such as yourself?

Not only were you pious, but you could also physically fight him back, a rare combination greater than any he'd encountered. Most who tried to protect themselves with holy relics would begin to doubt when he really let out his rage, but somehow, you didn't falter. Not even for a moment. It would be an honor to be the vampire who finally managed to conquer your pure heart and turn you into one of his own. The only issue is how hard it would be to catch you.

While your faith appeared, unshakable Demo would still plant seeds of doubt in your mind whenever he could. Promising you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, endless time to spend pursuing knowledge of whatever you wanted, powerful supernatural abilities you could conjure at will, and trying to use a bit of materialism to sweeten the deal. Promises, more specifically, to convince you to align with him. Demo telling you about how he would spoil you with riches, the most beautiful clothes, the finest of jewels, anything your heart desired would be yours. All you had to do was submit. It was meant to be, so why resist?

Engie

Out of all the vampires, he was the least happy to be sought out by a hunter.

He didn't want to end up like this. He didn't want to kill to survive, and being hunted down by you was just another cruel reminder of how far he'd strayed from humanity and how no matter how hard he wanted it, there was no place left for him among the living.

Furthermore, unlike Medic, who was apathetic to the slaughter of his demons, he felt personally offended as he was much more compassionate and personal with the demons who lived with him. Engie hated you before he met you, wanting to kill whoever was responsible for damaging his property slowly and painfully.

But you were far from easy prey. And no matter how hard Engie tries to take you down, you somehow always manage to remain just a touch out of reach. The game of cat and mouse is far less endearing to Engie than it was to any of the other vampires.

Eventually, he became increasingly obsessed with the hunt, spending his waking hours preparing for your next ambush, dreaming about the night he would capture and slaughter you. Avenging all his creations you destroyed before now.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, his obsession with you grew as fervently as the hunt itself, culminating with the day Engie decided to try to stalk you during the daylight. Engie was a younger vampire, native to a sunny climate. He never found sunlight to be as unbearable as it was to other vampires, so long as he didn't linger in direct light. Direct sunlight was unpleasant, but it wouldn't burn him to ashes as it would to elder vampires. The real reason he stayed on his own more was to stay away from crowds and give into a feeding frenzy.

He wasn't prepared to be so taken aback by your human vitality. The freshness of life pumping through you, giving you a rare kind of beauty he never saw from any sort of prey before now. You were nothing less than radiant in the light of the sun, a deity incarnate. Your skin flushed with life, your voice pleasant and calm, and your smile all appeared ethereal as though he had seen you for the first time. Engie never thought he'd see you as anything but a mortal enemy, yet at this moment, he was undone. All his resentment and hostility felt so trivial now. He didn't want your hatred. He wanted your adoration. He needed to have you all to himself, but not to kill.

If he couldn't kill you, he thought it was only just to turn you into a vampire.

Only then would his loneliness and resentment for being a vampire be satisfied, and you would be forced to rely on him to survive the strange new existence. All newborn vampires were fragile, and it wouldn't be hard for him to keep you from running away.

Not to mention the bond shared between vampires and their scion would help do away with all the hatred you held for Engie in life. No matter how hard you thought you hated him, once Engie sank his fangs into you and infected you with his venom, it was only a matter of time until your will crumbled as you gave in to the surreal newfound devotion you developed for your vampire mate. All resistance was futile, your rational mind silenced as your primal vampiric urges began to take over.

[yannysif]

Sooo I know I disappeared for a bit again, but this time I was basically doing my own shonen protagonist training arc - been consuming a TON of tutorials and practicing in general, only a few of them are even remotely worth sharing, like this one! I'm not very happy with it, but at the same time, I put in too much effort to let it go to waste so I thought, why not attach a drabble with this because I need to practice my writing alongside my art too..

And so here's a short story of sorts that would take place in the prologue (it won't be exactly like this in-game since I'll have choices and variations to incorporate) hope you enjoy!

"Would you like to dance?"

You look at Lucien as if he's grown an extra head, as he extends his hand to you, waiting. The two of you were taking a stroll in his gardens after dinner, and you were in-between feeling at peace in the environment, and incredibly nervous as you were walking alongside Lucien Lockhart, trying to wrap your head around the fact that he was no longer just your favorite character beyond a screen, he was living, breathing, right next to you, you.

You were quietly taking in the foliage under the moonlight, reveling in the novelty of it, never having had the chance to see such a gorgeous garden at night (but really, everything was new when you were in an entirely different world) when he sprung the question on you.

You could feel his quiet amusement to your reaction, as you stare holes into the palm of his hand, wondering if it was worth taking it, to risk making a completely fool out of yourself in the process, in front of him, and so soon after meeting him? No, you couldn't-

"You are always welcome to say no, please don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to."

Doesn't that just lay on the pressure even more!? But as you look at him and his gentle expression, like you could do no wrong, it felt easier to go along with it. And the moment you placed your hand in his, you felt it was the right choice seeing his face light up from that action alone.

He gently pulls you into position, one hand still holding yours, the other on your waist. He looked for all the world, content, as if it was enough for him just to hold you, have you near. He gives you one last questioning look, silently asking if it's alright to keep going. You can't back out now; you give him a nod, not trusting your voice.

It took all of 2 seconds to step on his foot. Oh this was a terrible idea what were you thinking-

You were brought out of your down-spiral by the sound of your name, prompting you to look up, at his face, his ever present smile when he's near you, immediately providing you with reassurance.

"Don't overthink it, just trust me."

Trust him.

Wasn't that a lot to ask from someone who's practically a stranger? But then again, maybe you weren't. After all, the two of you knew about the other this whole time, when you assumed it was a one-way street. In fact, you think he knows you better (knows you well, too well) than most of the people in your life. You could see it in all the little considerations he made for you in your short time together.

So you couldn't help but want to trust him.

You take a deep breath to ground yourself, and as you do, you could hear music drifting in the air, faint, but present. It was from the musicians Lucien had hired to play during dinner (to welcome you, he explained, when you said it was a bit too much fanfare for someone like you. He promises the next dinner onward would be simpler, for you. You couldn't help but feel a little wonder, at the assured promise of future dinners spent together, like it was only natural.)

So they were still playing, you hadn't noticed from your nervousness, but it made it feel a little less awkward to have some music to dance to.

You set your shoulders, resolute, as you gaze back at Lucien. He gives you a knowing smile, and begins to move again.

Trust him.

And so you do. You let yourself loosen up, trusting him to lead, to go where he pushed and pulled. It takes a moment, but soon the two of you fall into a rhythm, dancing to the music, and soon everything else fell away. You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips; you were doing it, you were dancing! And when Lucien smiles back at you, eyes filled with nothing but pride and admiration for you, you could feel happiness swell from within you.

"I'm going to spin you, ok?"

The next moment, he gently pulls your arm up and leads you in a twirl, and you couldn't help but feel a little silly(a little giddy) as you enact a scene you could only imagine before.

"Once more"

That was all the warning you get when this time, he lets go of your hand to instead place both on your waist. You couldn't help the gasp ripped out of you when he lifts you for a spin, impossibly stronger than he appeared, but soon devolved into delighted laughter as you grab his shoulders, weightless in the air.

You've never felt freer than you did at this moment.