#yandere dream headcanons

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Morpheus/Dream of the Endless Headcanons (General)

‘‘Dream your dreams with me, my Consort.‘‘ - Morpheus/Sandman,

❝⌛— lady l: i couldn't hold myself together and i had to write this, before my ideas ran out, so i did lol. A Morpheus yandere is my new religion and I really liked the result and I hope you like it too! Feedbacks are always welcome and I'm sorry for any mistakes hihi. Good reading!!! <3

tw: yandere themes, obsessive and possessive behavior, uncontrolled jealousy, implied physical aggression (not to the reader), dub-con, mention of murder, threats, slight nsfw, unhealthy relationship, kidnapping, outbursts of rage and non-consensual somnophilia.

❝⌛ pairing: yandere!morpheus/dream of the endless x gender neutral!reader.

Dream can be many things and is given many nicknames that may be conducive to his natural behavior and it never bothered him. He was that way, and end of the story, but when things start to change and he becomes obsessed with a human, the situation spirals out of control. He's never felt like this before, he's never felt so attached, so obsessed with a human and he knows he wants more, he wants to feel more of it and he won't give up on his obsession. He won't give up on you.

Morpheus is thought of as arrogant and obnoxious and part of that is true, it's not like he's going to deny it, he is those things but he often acts like that out of his own carelessness, he's aloof from people and considers himself better than most which causes even more intrigue, but then again, he doesn't care. He is a powerful being, older than the gods themselves, so why should he care what people think of him? That's how he used to think, or he did, until he met you and he really wants to make a good impression on you.

He met you while you were dreaming, it shouldn't be anything important he supposed but he couldn't take his eyes off you. You looked so... Ethereal as you played in the sand in your dream, on a beautiful and lonely beach, but even so, you smiled and played like you didn't care about anything else and he was fascinated. It didn't happen that often and that rarely, but he took an interest in you, he did, and he didn't intend to let you go. You would be perfect, the Consort he longed for.

For a while, Morpheus was content to just watch you. He was always in your dreams, making sure you only have sweet dreams and no terrifying nightmares, your dreams must be perfect. You may have found it strange that your dreams were always so... Sweet, but you didn't complain, it was nice to not wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat anymore. But you felt that there was something wrong, you felt observed, which scared you, but you tried to convince yourself that it was nothing, just your mind playing tricks on you. Oh, how you wish you were right.

He only made himself present in your life after feeling threatened by someone or something. You see, Sandman is proud and from the moment you start spending more time awake than sleeping he will feel threatened, maybe it doesn't make sense, but he doesn't care. Once you were asleep, Morpheus would walk into your room, he would actually be there and watch you. He would ogle you, watching your figure with lust in his eyes, but he wouldn't touch you. He would never do that without your consent. When you woke up and found him sitting next to you in bed, you would be scared, but he just said goodnight and blew sand in your face. When you woke up again, you would be in The Dreaming.

Morpheus would try his best to make you feel comfortable around him, because you would never leave and he wants you to be happy with him. He is obsessive, a hallmark of the Lord of Dreams, Dream will always have his eyes on you, if not his then someone he trusts, like his crow, you will never really be alone. He knows he shouldn't do this but he doesn't care, he'll have you with him and that's it. And woe to anyone who tries to come between you, if he's feeling merciful, death will just be the easiest and quickest of all the things he could do.

Possessiveness is something that is present in your relationship and always will, Morpheus is completely possessive of you, you are his and he will never share you with anyone. He will threaten anyone who dares to look at you any longer than he deems necessary (and he's a big hypocrite about that) and he won't bother tormenting that person's dreams at night with the most terrible nightmares you can muster to imagine. He knows everything about people and he will use that against you if necessary, you are his, you must always remember that. Morpheus won't get violent with you about this, about his ridiculous jealousy, but he will be cooler with you and his anger directed at others.

He is extremely overprotective of you, combining with his possessiveness, he becomes intense and suffocating. Morpheus is very afraid of losing you, he made you immortal but you can still get hurt, you can be captured and he will never let the same thing that happened to him happen to you. And gods have mercy on those who dare to harm you, because Sandman will not. He is suffocating in the extreme, being glued to your side 24 hours a day, when you sleep and dream is when you are most at his mercy. You are cared for and protected by him and always will be, Dream will not allow any harm to happen to you while he exists.

Morpheus is a generous lover, he enjoys both giving and receiving. He takes his time before he finally gets to the end, he likes to finger your folds, lick your nipples and suck your lips like they're the tastiest thing he's tasted, and maybe that's true. Sandman will circle your clit with his tongue, enjoying your slick moans and he will shove two fingers into your pussy, content to hear your name come out of your sinful lips. He won't stop teasing you until you come in his mouth, letting him enjoy his natural juices. Dream will love to suck you, squeezing the glans of your cock and licking it like there's no tomorrow. He'll take you slow and sensual, torturing you until you beg him to fuck you, and as soon as he hears the dirty words fall from your lips, Morpheus will fuck you senseless and hard. He wouldn't stop until both of you were satisfied.

In a more platonic way, Sandman will be more lenient with you, say in terms of freedom, but don't get too carried away, he will never allow you to have a relationship with anyone. He will be even more protective, you are his precious and beloved baby and it is his duty to take care of you and he will. He will always be by your side when you go to sleep and in your dreams, there is never a moment when you have privacy. He always looks out for yours dreams, but if you piss him off, he might end up turning your sweet dreams into your biggest fear. He knows he will scare you, but even so, Morpheus wants you to learn your lesson, that he will not tolerate any form of disobedience from you.

Morpheus has had many romantic relationships in the past and they all ended abruptly and he doesn't handle breakups and rejection well. If you rejected him he wouldn't accept it, he would never accept that you don't want to be with him. He would feel insulted and hurt, as you, a human, had the courage and audacity to refuse him? He can give you anything you want: the universe, the sun, the moon, the stars, anything you want. Can't you see that? That you were made for each other? He will make you see it, he won't let you leave him, you were his the moment he laid eyes on you and from that moment on, you will always be his. He will try to be soft at first, trying to win you over through clumsy but loving affections, but once he realizes that none of that is working, he will go to extreme lengths and can and probably will kidnap you, Morpheus will bring you into his realm, a place you could never be away from him.

The Sandman is many things, he is obsessive, possessive, controlling, overprotective and cold and everything to you. He loves you, he really does, but if you hurt him in any way, the chances are he won't forgive you so easily, if he ever does, don't think wrong, he still won't let you go but he will be colder and spiteful in his approach. Morpheus learned to love you the moment he saw you, he fell hard and obsessively in love and there's no turning back, he won't go anywhere without you with him. It's gotten to the point where he can't do his job properly if he doesn't know you're happy and comfortable, he needs that reassurance, constantly. He sees you as superior to everyone else, he idolizes you and he wants you to be his Consort, he wants to rule The Dreaming with you at his side and he will and no one, not even you, will get in the way of that. He can be everything you dream of, but always remember, he is still one of the Endless and he is extremely dangerous with his obsession with you.

[lilacxquartz]

love you, love you, love you;

mr. crawling x reader

plot: some things are best expressed without the need of words — themes: spooning/cuddling, smut, maybe yan vibes — w.c: 1.1k

a/n: my first homicipher related fic. i want to try one for mr. silvair & mr. gap next, bc they were also my favs. this game has been taking over my life so much lately. like it’s been in my dreams, haaah.

masterlist • ao3

Mr. Crawling was always loud when he was excited within your company; his laughter filled out the vast empty spaces that were otherwise unadorned with familiarity. Whatever you once sought from those winding corridors was ever-fleeting, temporary, leaving you stuck within the confines of his company.

Yet, when he felt what you could only interpret as affection—that’s when Mr. Crawling then became different—quiet, soothing, kind but also… curious.

And when you would usually sleep, he would stand watch, knelt over the floor as per his usual stance but sometimes crouched near you, sometimes leaning back against the wall with his legs pressed up against his chest. He would watch you as his life depended on it, unwavering in focus and with eerie intensity. He would watch as your chest rose and fell, leaning close on occasion to catch the sweep of your breath and sometimes, he would trace the pad of his milky fingertips in long, languid strokes against your face. Always so delicate, so tender, but for the most part, quiet and even shy.

Having once caught a glimpse of Mr. Gap in your blanket space, however, set something territorial off for Mr. Crawling and he was never able to recover from such an invasion. The very idea that someone else was able to infiltrate what he deemed to be your space—especially someone who he disapproved of—wasn’t something he could stand for. Especially with the sort of trickster Mr. Gap was, he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. It would kill him on the inside (and on the outside, too).

So, just as you were getting into bed to rest up once more, he too, slipped in under the covers with you. At first, you were startled as usual, turning to face him with confusion evident in your eyes, murmuring out some words in a language that he still could not understand. He repeated something back, the meaning lost and indecipherable upon your ears, though soon surrendering to emphasis using gestures instead. A hug to bring you closer, a reassuring pat on your head and a small, longing kiss over your nose.

You listened to his words again, repeating over and over like a broken record.

Perhaps he meant no harm, after all.

You turned your back to him and settled into his chest, finding that he was surprisingly warm for what he was. His taller frame encased your body, wrapping his ashen arms around your waist—accidentally brushing the fabric that sat over your breast—nicking the cloth ever so slightly. Your breath hitched in surprise and as though in sheepish realisation, he withdrew right away, terrified that you were upset with him.

You drew out a long breath, reminding yourself again, that after everything that has happened thus far…

That, Mr. Crawling does not want to hurt you.

That Mr. Crawling has only ever helped you.

So perhaps, right now, Mr. Crawling only wanted to be closer to you.

You relaxed your breathing, settling into his comforting shadow once more and allowed for his presence to envelop you. He repeated the soothing motions of his grappling arm, although he held onto you softer that time. His hands explored your body with a delicate touch, as though afraid of breaking you—of upsetting you again—his motions growing confident the longer that you didn’t protest. It wasn’t long before he, otherwise not disturbed by your lacking, conscious awareness, decided to explore further with you. Mr. Crawling’s fingers didn’t ask for permission that time, creeping beneath the clinging fabric, feeling your skin against his palms, inviting a pleased, almost delighted smile to curl on his lips.

The silence remained unbroken as Mr. Crawling continued his explorative focus on you; the quickly-building evidence of his need growing harder the longer he pushed himself behind your body, the repeated touches arousing something warmer within him. To both his surprise as well as your own—you were not repulsed, allowing him to creep even lower, below the skirt of the dress and up, brushing his hand up to your exposed skin and, reading into it—you communicated your consent from the moment you parted your legs, allowing him to get even closer.

Confidence surged in Mr. Crawling as he pushed himself into your hilt, allowing his hardened length to slip inside. Betraying the stagnant silence, he shuddered out a ragged gasp before giving into his own rising need; grinding himself into your sopping sex with steadily increasing fervour. His fingers clamped around the curve of your hips as he held you in place, slamming every last inch of himself deep into your core.

Ever touch-starved yet wanting nothing more than to surrender to the sensation of you, Mr. Crawling continued to drive his cock into your needy cunt, soon wrapping his winding arms around your body and holding on tight. He bucked intensely as you soon succumbed to breathless whimpers, incoherently begging for his name. Equally desperate whines rolled off the slip of his tongue as he found his lips pressed into the crook of your neck, dampening your skin with sloppy wet kisses—as many as he could give.

It felt overwhelming for you in a way to be worshipped like this but you did your best to keep up with such intensity, especially as the warm, tingling pleasure built up inside of you, too. You held on just as tight as he did, your hand seeking out his own—fingers weaving into his bony digits—interlocking and squeezing tight the closer you got, your grip and otherwise clenching need tightening simultaneously. To feel him losing himself inside of you was dare you admit, addicting, feeling him completely fill and stretch you out leaving you almost dizzied from the impaling force.

Mr. Crawling, like you, soon surrendered to the rolling bliss from the flick of his hips, feeling a surging warmth mount and rise, encouraging him to lose himself to the searing heat of the moment and you. Encircling your body in a possessive hug, he suddenly began to mutter out a new word in a strained mantra, again and again.

Given how desperate he seemed to be, you understood the meaning as ‘close’, especially as his actions grew more strained and less controlled.

“Close, close, close,” he repeated.

It didn���t take his chased release to catch up as his hips grew to a stutter, rutting out one final pump before melting into you. Mr. Crawling cried into your neck, spilling out the entirety of his overflowing love, feeling the pent-up devotion trickle down your thighs—yet not letting you move away—still retaining his claim on you.

Instead, he kept you even closer than before, not allowing you to part from him ever again (despite understanding your yearning for rest).

Words were never the problem, it seemed.

Mr. Crawling would have always found a way to… connect with you.

[alucardsathomewife]

Would

[cozymoko]

MOTHERLY READER HCS (FT. SIYUN BAEK)

Synopsis: Siyun Baek growing up with a motherly "obsession". ♡

Pairing: Siyun Baek x female! reader

Format: Headcanons

WARNING(S): Yandere themes, obsession, mild spoilers

Word Count: 1.7k

IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, the two of you were very popular amongst your peers. Siyun for his good looks and charisma; and you for your kind, nurturing attitude that could make anyone swoon. Siyun was no exception.

Your kindness drew him in like a bee, mindlessly chasing sweet nectar constantly, persistently even. Oh dear, can you blame him? It was a thing he was so selfishly robbed of by his own “loving” parents. Something you seemed to have a lot of for even those who don’t deserve it.

It was Love.

Only his closest friends knew of his slight “crush” on you and it came as no surprise. You were loved unconditionally by those in your year, platonically and romantically. You were sweet, and optimistic, and wore your heart on your sleeve for anyone to see. What wasn’t there to like?

Alas, getting close to you was the issue. When you weren’t crowded by students, he was. When you were by yourself and peaceful, he wasn’t. When he finally had free time his nerves were practically eating him alive, causing him to shy away from any attempt to speak with you.

However, giving up wasn’t an option. He wouldn’t allow it.

Naturally, you were chosen as class rep, leaving you to tend to all classroom affairs. Which was quite laborious for just one person. Your teacher, taking note of your troubles, finally gave you a hand. (By making one of your classmates help you.)

“Baek Siyun, help {Name} deliver these to the faculty office.”

You snorted. Not what I had in mind but I'm not complaining.

The walk from homeroom to the facility office was a lengthy difference away. Finding the tense silence to be a bit uncomfortable, you decide to make conversation with your popular senior.

“It's been a while since we've spoken, Baek Siyun; how are you?” You smiled, gazing fondly at your classmate. “You're much quieter than usual, are you sure you're eating properly?”

It was true that you’d never had an actual conversation with the boy, but nonetheless, you remembered his name. It was impossible to forget when everyone in your year was practically enamored with him, though you could clearly see why. So as one does, you strike up a conversation with him.

However, you had not expected that to kickstart such a wonderful beginning.

TWO MONTHS LATER...he asked you out in front of the school at that. In his hand was a bouquet of colorful peonies wrapped in fluorescent papers, with a gigantic teddy bear hooked safely beneath his unoccupied arm. A soft pink painted his skin as he patiently awaited your response. He looked so bashful and sweet that it was almost adorable.

How the fuck could you ever reject that?

Siyun had never been one to stay in one place, in his unloving home nonetheless. Most of his nights were spent at your house, with no call or even a text from his parents on a normal day. Fortunately, your parents were wealthy enough to host the two of you on most days.

You pat his head, motioning towards the clock, flashing [18:27]. Much too late for him to be here, in your house, suffocating you. His childish whines interrupted your thoughts, tickling your skin as he made no real effort to move. He peered at you through thick lashes and you swore you could see hearts in his pale eyes. You sighed, “Figures.”

You were aware of his situation but you never expected him to run away, without contacting you at that. You were devastated, searching every perimeter of his neighborhood. Up, Down, Over, and Under: No matter where you looked, Siyun was nowhere in sight.

Exact at the park down the street from your goddamn house.

“Hey, Siyoon-Ah, where have you been?” You huffed, resting your hands amidst the tempting curve of your hips. You looked as if you wanted to scold him. Yell at the top of your lungs until your throat grows raw, harsh breaths wracking your body. Unbeknownst to you, that's exactly what he wanted.

IN HIGHSCHOOL...you decided to keep your relationship a secret to Siyun’s dismay, but only to maintain his career! It's not like you wanted him to be surrounded by so many girls, vying for his attention. You hated it! Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that.

“Baby, why are you ignoring me~?” Siyun whined into your chest, his sharp eyes peeking at you through heavily tinted sunglasses.

He had grown much clingier in the time you spent together but given his situation you expected nothing less.

“Was I? I’m sorry, I was just thinking…That’s all.” You weren’t lying but something about your actions gave it away. You had been staring at a random group of girls who you’d recognized from your class, watching them with a bitter expression.

“As much as I enjoy your jealousy, I’d rather see you smile.” He cooed, gently kissing your lips. “I’ll quit being an idol if that’s what you want. I don't mind us being public.”

“Siyun, no!”

In public he never referred to you formally, however, you did. You wished to keep this act up when he could give two fucks about it. Hearing you refer to him in polite speech made him was to bite you, (the fuck) considering you were already past that stage already.

But considering the two of you were attached at the hip, some of your peers had begun to suspect some things; (insert names), specifically. (insert name) had been vying for your attention since you first arrived at that school and you weren’t having it. Seeing the way he treated his fans made you a bit uncomfortable; his arrogance didn't excite you.

He was a polar opposite of your boyfriend and you weren't very interested in speaking with him.

“Sorry Kang Na-Hyuk Sunbae, but I'm already interested in someone. I cannot return your feelings.”

You give him a strained smile, lightly swaying on the balls of your feet. You watch his hand coil into tight fists

“Who is it—?”

“[Name]!” You visibly perk up at the sound of your name, turning to the direction of the culprit.

“Baek Siyun, hi!” Before you knew it you were at his side, ignoring how the idol's gaze lingered on the man just a distance away.

That's when it clicked.

You were romantically involved with Siyun Baek.

Then the rumors started, spreading around the school like a wildfire, tearing down. His reputation in a matter of seconds. It made you sick, being subjected to appalling rumors about your lover, behind his back nevertheless. Watching everyone turn their back on their favorite idol over a few lies. 

But you stayed by his side.

“Look at [Last Name], she's too sweet for her own good, hanging out with someone like him.”

“Right, hasn't she heard that he's violent? Poor girl.”

“Maybe we should talk her out of this, it's too dangerous!”

You payed them no mind as though they slipped in one ear and out the other.

The idol world was a very shady place filled with assholes and weirdos all around it. Your mind had led you to believe this was the doing of a certain brunette, and you weren't too far off.

Despite how calm he looked on the outside, his facade was crumbling. Siyun had lost his temper countless times, fueling the pointless drama swarming the media. Yet, you didn't turn on him. You comforted him as you always did.

Siyun had begun to cave into your affection. He craved you, his only real source of support. Even when those around him looked down upon him, you had not. You gently stroked his ashen locs, hugging him close in a secluded area of the school.

All he needed was you.

HIS ACCIDENT left you heartbroken and you could hardly contain yourself at word of it. Your feet carried you long and far to the hospital that had been hosting him, as you drowned out the faint shouts of your parents behind you.

You knew what Kang Na-Hyuk had done and you couldn't help but think you were at fault. Were you not careful enough with your actions? Did your rejection have something to do with this? How badly was he hurt?

Regardless, you couldn't help but blame yourself. One of the sweetest (and craziest) boys you've ever met was in the hospital and you couldn't do anything to stop it.

“Please show me Baek Siyun's room!” A soft pink dusted your cheekbones at your volume, but you did your best to ignore it.

Your feet carried you down the cold hallways, aching and fatigued. You could hardly remember the last time you ran so fast. You burst through the door, halting the conversation being held within it.

“Out!” You huffed, leaning on the door. “Get the fuck out, all of you!”

Siyun sat there wide-eyed at your outburst, you were never one to curse but you could hardly help yourself. You approached his bed, gently grazing his chilled skin with sorrowful eyes. Even then all you could do was apologize, apologies for something you took no part in.

“How cute~ What are you apologizing for? You didn't do this to me.” A warm feeling bloomed in his chest at your arrival. He never realized just how much he missed you.

“Well...I—Hey!” You shouted, “Siyun-Ah, what're you—?!”

You were so sweet he swore he could just eat you up!

Siyun buried his head between your breasts. His slim fingers grip your sides, leaving deep crescent moons in his wake. He bit his lip, nearly enough to draw blood as he refused to meet your curious gaze. The sporadic drumming in his chest left him flushed, huffing out rushed breaths every second.

He smiled, Maybe this isn't all that bad.

Sure having his idol friends was fun. He wanted them by his side. But eh what's the point? Having his girlfriend coddle him was way more up his alley anyways. You were much more enjoyable to be around than all of them combined.

And at least you'll be here forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and EVeR and EvEr and EveR and EVER!

[kitkatmochi]

Darling: *dozing off while filling a spreadsheet from hand written data*

Yan! Dream-eater: *watches*

Darling: *falls asleep*

Yan! Dream-eater: ..........

*timeskip*

Darling: *wakes up* shit- I forgot to- wait... what? *looks at the completed spreadsheet* oh I must've finished then?

[heartfullofleeches]

hhhhhh hhhh A village with dark roots sacrifices a beautiful woman once every year and pretty amab darling who is both stunning and a traveler to the region is next on the chopping block. Bound and left for dead they're saved by the very spirits that haunt the land and discover the truth while dressing their wounds. The goddess of the lady falls for them between their time in the village and their time while her flock and allows them to keep their mortal form so lonpusseg as they never leave her forest. Darling, a presumably single travel winds up with twenty otherwordly wives who ritualistically drain them all day and night seeking pleasures they'd long forgotten or never knew during their times as humans. Villagers hear distant screams and hang their heads for the lost souls they're ripped from when in reality the cries they hear are darling's pathetic whimpers and moans as they're mounted for the tenth time that evening alone

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Executive Proton from Pokémon was?????? a yandere????? for a player-like character????? AND I HEADCANON HIM AS AROACE??????????????????

[writingzen]

CRAZY ♡‧ ⁺彡

✧ Pairing- Mark Lee x reader

✧ Summary- making out with mark lee

✧ Warnings- kissing, suggestive grabbing, hickies, all that jazz

✧ A/N- In honor of me being obsessed with mark. Hope you enjoy, if you have any questions or just wanna talk, you can always message me. Thank you!

Lips moving against eachother, slowly melting and fitting into one, like pieces of a puzzle. Something about kissing you was always so addicting, intoxicating. The way you get to make all the decisions, take full control, choosing the pace and the emotions that follow behind.

Choosing to take your precious time at first, peppering small kisses against his lips so tenderly not yet alluring him into the wonders of what his mind dreams of causing a sense of neediness to take over him as the seconds that feel like hours pass by. Little by little taking the flow leisurely as he grows impatient before allowing him to some control choosing a more passionate route.

Marks lips rush into yours, sucking and parting, granting access for his tongue to wetly slide in, only at your command. Feeling deprived, he can’t help but yearn for more while yet feeling relaxed as his muscles finally take a break, a feeling no rest day can construct for him. He honestly feels like a puppet going by your orders only.

Waiting for the opening to take you in fully instead of those teasing kisses, you gift him with. Your lips part, immediately longing for eachother as the air hits against your lonely lips that once held his. He takes the chance to turn his head slightly, hoping to gain more permission as his hand runs to the back of your neck drawing you in while his other hand tightens around your waist, kneeding the skin ever so lightly. Your arms wrap tightly around Marks neck, pulling him more intently and closely as you want, bodies pressed against one another. Though you both are close as you can get, the need to get impossibly closer is almost overbearing.

You hold back a smirk that fights to show on your face. It’s cute really, how his actions take control of him leaving his thoughts lost somewhere in his head not thinking twice as his body grows more desperate for your touch.

You lean back teasingly, craving to kiss more than just his rose plush lips. The butterflies in his stomach do back flips as you continue to lay wet kisses down his neck, sucking the sensitive skin in your mouth, marking him. Not forgetting to show affection to the mole on his neck you love so dearly as you make your way to litter kisses across the skin of his collar bone. Feeling overwhelmed from pleasure, it all makes the breath in his throat hitch. He can’t help but fall in love all over again with the lustful feeling that builds in his stomach taking over his eager body as he bites his lips harshly holding back any noise hoping for escape, letting only a soft whimper leave.

When your lips find their way back to his, he kisses you with more urgency, shoving his glossy lips onto yours as he straightens up under you. The once slow and soft kiss now completely gone, lost in the deep and stimulating yet quick pace that possess you both, having you huffing into each other's mouths. A shiver runs up your spine as his hands starts to firmly cup your waist holding you in place, stopping any unwanted movement from you, growing tried of your teasing that played him like a game. And though with this much control he still finds himself growing more small as your hands start to roam his body, drawing figures on his delicate skin, every touch being so sensual, so deliberate.

But even with everything you are both receiving that comes like a nicely wrapped present, you find yourself feeling not yet satisfied with what you are gifted, not until you get exactly what you want and more. A feeling he finds himself greedily obsessing with over and over again till he goes absolutely insane.

A smirk takes up his face as he pulls back, breath hitting against your now plump bruised lips,

“God you drive me crazy”

[circeyoru]

Once Upon A Dream = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Malleus Draconia!Reader]

The Request

The bells of judgment rang all throughout Hell as the red sky was split open like there was a crack in the glass. A golden crack that poured in winged humanoids dressed in black and white, with horned masks covering the soldiers’ head, in their hands held spears of silvery colour that shine and reflect any form of light that shines on it. Sickly grins painted all their masked faces as their wings flapped and descended to the inferno realm. 

You, a foreigner of this realm known as Hell, watched while standing at the highest point of the building that the Princess owned and loved with all her heart and soul. Your grip on your staff tightened as the winds howled and your green dragon-like eyes followed the exterminators’ movement through the portal from Heaven to Hell. You raised your staff that has a spinning wheel on top and it glowed an eerie green before the same glow surrounded your form. 

It happened like any other day, you were enjoying your time in Twisted Wonderland and strolling with your bodyguards slash family and friends on the forest grounds of Night Raven College when you were suddenly brought to another universe. No one feared you, nor did they shriek at the sight of your horns atop your head. Rather, they dared to show you disrespect. It was foreign but an experience you didn’t shy away. You walked around and came across a cutely drawn poster of a ‘Happy Hotel’ ran by the Princess of Hell.

Well, you needed a place to stay while you figured things out so you sort out this Happy Hotel. To your pleasant surprise, no one inside feared you or actively avoided you out of fear or anything you were familiar with. The dear Princess, Charlie Morningstar as you soon learned, was quick to label you as a ‘patient’ and a newcomer in Hell. The latter was correct as you were new to Hell and this world, but the former, well, you were amused, so you let it slide.

Overtime, you never used your powers in front of them but behind closed doors, you experimented to try to find a way back home. As much as you enjoyed your time with Charlie and the other residence, it wasn’t home so you knew you had to leave, but you’d never rob yourself of the experience of a lifetime to mingle so freely with them. Never have you been able to be so outgoing and lively, you recall yourself always observing and standing on the sidelines. Here, you can be yourself. Perhaps this was the growth your guardians wanted you to have when they enrolled you into Night Raven College. 

Still though, you owe a lot of your opened self to the charming demon called Alastor. Like you, he was whispered to be dangerous and a figure to be feared. And feared he was, but unlike you, that never deterred him from being as outgoing and spontaneous as he was to anyone. He, along with Charlie, was someone that gave you a hand in the darkness and guided you out of the mist that you shrouded yourself in. Through his encouragement and stubbornness, he pushed you into the limelight and bathed you in warmth you never enjoyed unless you were with your close ones or subject of interest. Truely, you have a lot to thank the hotel staff.

That was why you planned to do as you will. War between the hotel’s residence and Heaven’s warriors have been sealed and is about to commence, but you who have never used magic, not to mention your unique magic, even once in front of others will now do so. Despite being a feared and isolated individual, you’re not one to wish for bloodshed and pain on others, much less the people/demons you’ve grown soft for. So for their kindness and generosity towards you all this time, you will grant them all a dream where only their greatest desires and wants come true. Until the day ends and the angels will be forced to return as per the agreement of their extermination period.

“Spinning wheel of fate, keep pulling the thread of disaster. As Ruler of the Abyss, I shall bestow this upon you. Fae of Maleficence.” You casted with your staff raised in the air, the wheel on the spinning wheel began to spin to the point it turned into a disc with glowing green aura. You lowered it and waved it in a semi-circle in front of you to let your green aura spread below you.

Green vines creeped down from your spot and thorns began to form the longer it grew, they reached to the battlefield where the two sides clashed. Before the vines reached them, your aura did first, you watched with narrowed eyes as their movements slowed until whatever they were holding was dropped to the ground. Murmurs of confusion and accusations flooded the battlefield. It was in this time that one by one the numbers of beings conscious dropped like flies. To your friends’ enemies, they fell into a bed of vine coated with thorns. To your dearest friends, they laid on a bed of vine with blossomed flowers to soften their fall.

“Mhm.” You hummed with a satisfied smirk, taking a seat and laid your staff on your lap while admiring your work. It has been a while since last you used this spell, granted that this was the first time you’ve done it outside of practices, but the effects were going as you foreseen. “Have sweet dreams. When you wake, this war will be over.”

🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕

“Princess Charlie! Outstanding work! You’ve done it again. I see the divide between Heaven and Hell no longer needed when more and more Sinner have been becoming permanant resident of my fair realm.” God laughed as he patted Charlie on the back.

“Aw, thanks, but I’m just trying to save my people from being killed.” Charlie smiled back as she tried to control her blushing.

“It’s more than that, my beloved daughter.” Lucifer immediately had Charlie’s hands in his as he stared up at her with proud eyes and a warm smile. “Charlie, you’ve done something I never thought was possible.” He hugged her tightly, “I’m so proud of you.”

Charlie hugged tightered as she smiled. “Thanks dad!”

Everyone joined in on the hug with Vaggie being the first to come over and overly, everyone joined. Her friends that were the first to leave her for Heaven all rejoiced with Charlie’s success. Every one of her once demon friend all redeemed Sinner and proud members of Heaven safe from the yearly pain and fear. 

Charlie hummed, “I love you guys so much.”

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“Vaggie, please.” Charlie took Vaggie by the hand as she kneeled down on one knee, Vaggie gasped as she waited for her love to continue. Charlie reached into her pocket and took out a red velvet box, holding it so gently in her pale hands she opened it and showed Vaggie a pair of well crafted rings. “Will you make me the happiness demon princess and marry me?”

“Yes! Hell’s yes!” Vaggie smiled with tears streaming down.

Charlie didn’t hesitate to put the ring on Vaggie’s finger before rushing to give each other a bear hug of the century. “Let’s take this inside.”

Vaggie nearly melted with the lowered voice of her love, she only managed to nod while Charlie had already sweeped her off her feet and brought her into the bedroom.

🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕 🎕

Alastor hummed a tune as he enjoyed his deer on a table while the radio played in his room. Ah, this was the afterlife. A nice meal after some clean up and Vaggie didn’t even complain or set the annoying restriction of ‘no killing or devouring’ but he was a good sport when the Princess was at watch, most of the time. Plus! He can’t very well ruin his breakfast, right?

“Alastor!” Charlie called out while Alastor was walking down the halls from an inspection. “Alastor! Thank Hell I found you!”

“Hm? What is it, dear?” Alastor stopped and asked with his head tilted to the side. 

“Vox is causing a scene at the front desk again! Can you please do something about it? You’re the only one here that can!” Charlie begged with kitten-like eyes. “My dad is just holed up in his room all the time and wasn’t helping even when I called! I need you, Alastor!!”

Alastor’s smile grew, his clawed hand recahing out to pat Charlie by the head. ��Of course, dear. What kind of partner would I be if I refused?” He turned to the direction Charlie came from and began his way to the front desk, Charlie tailing behind him. “Haha, a bad one! Oh ho ho, no sir!”

When the two had arrived, Vox wasn’t exactly causing a scene of a large scale, but he was doing something annoying. There Vox was, standing ever so near you while trying to pathetically charm you. What a laugh, you had higher standards than that. Though that wasn’t the point, the point was how he could practically feel his claws sharpening and his horns growing at the sight. 

There was just something that made his blood boil and his dead heart beating so loudly at the sight. How dare that flatscreen demon just waltz into his hotel and cause disturbance? Not to mention try to steal you from under his roof? That just won’t do.

Vox’s screams of argony and pain were music to his ears as he delievered blow after blow while laughting manically. The hotel members cheered and praised Alastor for his work, all while Vox was kicked out of the hotel to whatever place Alastor’s minions threw him at. 

This day was just so perfect.

“Alastor, that was so scary and you were like a dark knight.” You came to his side, staring into his red eyes with your magnetic ones. “I’m glad this hotel has you, I’m grateful you’re here for me.”

Like you were something out of a dream.

Dream? Alastor’s eyes blinked as if he had come to his senses. He looked around and saw the smiles and cheers directed at him. Everyone’s attention was on him? Odd. Usually, Husk would be at the bar drinking his consciousness away, Angel would be on some inappropriate site, Niffty would be cleaning, Sir Pentious would be with his Egg Bois, Vaggie and Charlie would be together coming up with something, and you. 

You’d be holed up in your room doing who knows what.

“My dearest darling.” Alastor grinned as his hands took yours in his, giving you a twirl. It was weird how you let him in such close proximity without becoming stiff as a board and that soft smile of yours was a rare sight. “Will you be mine?”

You smiled and hummed, “Was there any doubt? Absolutely.”

While Alastor was dancing and twirling with you in his hands, he felt so out of place but at the same time excited. A dream was what this was, and one of the greatest calibur. He was the main character and everything would be to his wishes and design no matter what. 

Though, what he realized from this was another desire he has been pushing away.

You.

Note: This is a full story format, as you've all come to realize. The Reader is from Twisted Wonderland, you can check the request info. I changed the part where you were supposed to be human to a fae.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this!

Circe Y. 

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[yanderegrizzsworld]

Psst, heard you were accepting Digital Circus requests so would I happen to request Pomni with a reader who keeps trying to punch the walls and basically punch everything in a desperate attempt to escape?

Also if you do anons then could I be dream anon?

Imagine: Platonic Yandere Pomni with a reader desperate to escape

TW/CW: Mentions of anxiety/paranoia/blood/injuries, implied stalking & implied bullying (not by yandere)

A.N: Psst, from now on you're dream anon

Whether you're a new arrival or not doesn't matter to the jester, she fully understands where your anxiety & fear of this place comes from & sees no reason to judge. She might attempt to explain this world if you were new but it wouldn't do much from her own mind being just as puzzled about it.

Pomni does questions your method of escape. Don't get her wrong, she also wishes to escape from this world that tells her to call it her new home, but compared to how you're going about it, her fear of any future self-inflicted injuries on yourself twist her stomach in ways she'd rather not feel.

The jester nearly breaks out in sweat whenever a sudden, clamorous Pow reaches her ears & immediately runs towards it, reckoning it's you. Don't be surprised when she's around you often, if not by your hip the whole time with her reasoning being that of not wanting you to cause your knuckles to bleed, even though that doesn't seem possible in this world.

Whenever your fist collides with a wall or nearby surface, Pomni swiftly recommends either searching for an exit together or hanging out in her room. Accepting the former leads to her holding onto your wrist the entire time & tugging you away from any surface she considers you might attempt to punch. Accepting the latter is slightly better in which she allows you your space as she strives to talk about anything that comes to mind, though she does keep an eye on your hands just in case.

Whenever questioned for her insistence to constantly be in your presence, Pomni's argue of ensuring you don't get hurt or go mad never falters. Kinger & Zooble don't ruminate on it afterwards, with a slight sarcastic comment from Zooble from time to time; instead of questioning, Gangle & Ragatha regard Pomni's avouchment to your safety rather positively, with Ragatha being much more enthusiastic & probative.

The constant flood of questions & pestering naturally comes from the purple rabbit, whose incessant rejection of personal space & seemingly never-ending strike for getting on other's nerves nearly gives Pomni a headache, even if such a feeling is impossible to feel in the Digital Circus. No matter how many times Pomni drags you away from wherever Jax might be or how many times Ragatha tells him to dial it down if he refuses to stop, the rabbit never fails to pop out of thin air to question Pomni's reasonings & minimize the possibility of a potential exit, though it might come off a bit more impertinent.

The jester often ponders how she hasn't lost it yet, how her paranoia for her new existence & situation didn't lead to her being abstracted & a part of her deems it's because of you. She regards that by always looking after you, ensuring your security & health is in tip-top shape keeps her mind grounded & holding off from snapping at any moment. This thinking however could potentially lead to a almost twisted dependace, she watches over you (distant or close, rarely matters to her) & in return, her sanity stays plenary.

She views it as a win-win situation for the both of you, though it is more a conclusion to comes to on her own rather than something both of you have discussed. Any attempt to hang out with the others alone is futile as Pomni insists to go with you, for your safety of course! & not amount of refusals can/will deter her from at the very least watching over you.

[aphroditelovesu]

Can you do Scarlet Witch!Reader x Dark!Morpheus headcanons please? I’m really curious how he would go about forcing the reader to stay by his side compared to human reader! Like is it even possible? How low would he go?

❝⌛— lady l: I didn't plan on writing this but after reading your request I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like, so… Here it is! I confess that I don't know if it was really good but I hope you still like it, anon. Seriously, now I'm wanting to write a short yandere!Morpheus oneshot with Scarlet Witch!Reader… What i'm going to do now?

❝⌛ tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking, implied non-con, mention of torture during sleep and curses.

❝⌛ pairing: yandere!morpheus/dream of the endless x scarlet witch!reader

First, we have to ascertain the chances of Morpheus going to the point of madness from his obsession, even more so with her being a Scarlet Witch. Given the fact that Dream is already canonically obsessive, he as a yandere is even more intense, his emotions are more twisted and stronger than before. He doesn't understand why he feels that way or why he's so desperate for the reader, but he is and the King of Dreams won't give up until he has you on his side. Morpheus doesn't care if you're not human, although he'd rather you were because that would make things easier for him, but either way, he won't give up on his obsession or the love he thinks he has for you. You will be his, whether willingly or by force, but you will be his and his alone.

Morpheus is an Endless, a being older than the gods themselves, he is billions of years old and has some failed romantic experiences and it was those failures that made him who he is. Honestly, he couldn't imagine falling in love again let alone the way he felt about you. He always knew about beings like you, but never cared, however after accidentally meeting you, a Scarlet Witch, he ended up falling in love faster than he wanted to admit. At first, Dream tried to ignore those feelings and focus on other things, but you kept coming back to his mind. He couldn't get you out of his head and he didn't understand why.

Once Morpheus became aware of his feelings for you he would try to fight it, ignoring the growing and burning desire for you as best he could, but unfortunately he couldn't do it for much longer. Every hour, every minute of the day, you were all he could think about. Morpheus thought that this was Desire's silly prank or that you had cast some kind of spell on him, but soon came to the conclusion that it was neither. He decided not to do anything, at least for the time being, he contented himself with watching you from the Dreaming, caring and closely observing his dreams. Dream was content with that, at least for a while, but when his desire and his obsession got the better of him, he would have to do something. And he would.

He would be none the less subtle in his approach to you and without further ado, Morpheus will tell you that he is in love with you and wants you to be with him. Forever. At that moment, you have two life-changing choices that will lead in the same direction, but one choice being harder than the other, accept him or deny him. You were confused by the sudden confession, you and Morpheus had seen each other before but it was briefly and you just exchanged a few quick words without thinking too much, so why all of a sudden? None of that made sense, so you rejected him. You said no, you rejected him, and that was your biggest regret. You should have known better, Morpheus doesn't take rejections very well.

Once the words of rejection come out of your mouth, Morpheus will freeze as if he's been stabbed, before his lip trembles and a wistful ''no'' falls from his lips, while his eyes filled with pure madness never cease to face you. You were alarmed by the expression of madness on the Dream King's face and even more so when he uttered a hateful no, at that very moment you realized the terrible mistake you had just committed. However, you wouldn't give in that easily, if you ever would. You don't belong to him or any other person or being, you are free to do what you want and it won't be an Endless that will take away your right to life choice. Well, that's what you thought.

If you agree to keep him, Morpheus will be nothing but the most generous lover you could wish for. He will pamper you and fulfill all your darkest desires, you will be covered in adornments from head to toe. He would love and idolize every inch of your body, his eyes will be filled with nothing but pure desire and love when looking at you. He will be merciful to you and will try his best to take care of you in whatever way he can. He hates it when you use your powers for the benefit of others. Don't you think you're too good to people who don't deserve your kindness? Morpheus will not try to restrict the use of your powers but will be wary of your surroundings with this.

But what if you reject it? Let's just say this won't end well for you. Morpheus knows that it will be more difficult to force you to stay with him because of what you are and what you are capable of. He is well aware of the extent of your powers and how dangerous you can be but he still won't let you beat him. And honestly, why should he? He's an Endless and he's more powerful than ever but he can't help but feel sulky around you. Listen to me, he will never leave you alone and he will be persistent in wanting you with him, no matter what you do, you can run from him all you want and he will always be after you. Morpheus knows how to be patient and will learn everything he can use against you, your power source and your weaknesses just so he can catch you in the end.

You can even shape reality or alter it, but Morpheus will hardly be affected by it. He is not immune to magic but will be more difficult to deal with after being trapped by Roderick Burgess. You can use all of your power against him and he still won't leave you alone. Morpheus will probably wear you out because, in a desperate attempt to keep him at bay, you've exhausted yourself and reached your limit and he managed to catch you. Or there is also the possibility that, when you sleep, he traps you in your dreams. The time you are most vulnerable to him is during your sleep and he will use that against you. Morpheus will likely give you Eternal Sleep until you finally accept him, and only then will you be released from your own torment. And even if you don't, he can always invade your dreams and stay with you while he takes care of your sleeping body. No matter what you are, Morpheus will never leave you alone.

The point is, Morpheus will go way too low to have you for him. Human, goddess or Scarlet Witch... You will still be his, he has no morals when it comes to you and will go as low as possible for you to be his. He'd rather you were a human because you're easier to deal with but you'll still be his. No matter how long it takes for him to get you, he will know how to wait for the right moment. Maybe he'll find a way to remove your powers or he'll just curse you to sleep forever and he'll still have you. He will always manage to have you, now you just have to accept that there is no way to escape him. Even though you are an extremely powerful being, he will find a way to beat you. He always does.

''I di not want to have to do this but you left me no choice. I give you the gift of Eternal Sleep. Where you will only be released after accepting our involvement, but don't worry, I will keep you company and take good care of you.''

[sanyu-thewitch05]

The literal Yandere Idol brain rot going through my mind.

WROTE A YANDERE SERIES FOR IT! PART 1/6 IS OUT!

Think about it:

Yandere! Idol has stalkers/sasaengs(depending if I make the idol Korean or not) but he’s a stalker as well.

Yandere! Idol is stalking some plain Jane from down the block who’s in college and working at a coffee shop for the job experience.

Yandere! Idol making his fans think plain Jane is a stalker by photo shopping her into everything and following her around so it makes it seem like she’s everywhere he goes.

Yandere! Idol eventually dating his “stalker” and making every other idol stalker delusional.

Yandere! Idol’s management making sure Darling stays with him. He’s been more cheerful and pumping out more music since he started dating you. They’re not letting go of their money maker.

Yandere Idol’s fandom making shipping edits and couple names for you and him.

Yandere Idol’s fandom who are split between whether your pleads and cries for help escaping him when he’s gone for a moment on livestreams are jokes or if they’re genuine.

Yandere Idol who makes you star in his music videos

Yandere Idol who puts you in every vlog.

Yandere Idol who takes you with him wherever he goes because he doesn’t trust you alone.

Yandere Idol who’s never letting his muse go…

[theyanderespecialist]

Yandere Damien Bloodmarch🦇🩸🏳‍⚧With Gender Neutral and Specific Trans Man Listener (Dream Daddy)  Disclaimer: Damien Bloodmarch is a trans man in canon! Trans men like Reader can be Femme boys and buff femme boys like Jojo's bizarre adventure kind of style! Reader being a femme boy does not make him any less trans or any less a man! Clothing does not make your gender, clothes can be worn by anyone regardless of what they look like! Trans men are Men and Trans Rights Are Human Rights! Disclaimer: 

Damien Bloodmarch is once again a trans man and he is not Yandere in canon! This is just for fun, and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! Your Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life, also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanons from canon! Thank you!

Here is the Request for Bonus Content after the Base Yandere HeadcanonsYandere Damian Bloodmarch (Who is a TransMan) X Transman Listener (Dream Daddy) (From Requester: I love the buff Femboy idea! (so femme Pastel Goth on a gym bro.) Like Listener is also super far in his transition like Damien and he just loves being a buff girly pop that drinks boba tea and drinks iced sugary coffee. Basically the opposite to Damien in that regard. I wanna say a Trans Man Listener who has top surgery done, and Damien has both done.I think in this scenario it'd be funny if Listener was Pastel Goth

The Listener uses testosterone gel because they're afraid of needles. But they're totally into the whole vampire aesthetic but in their own unique way.

[kitkatmochi]

Darling: *having a nightmare*

Yan! Dream-eater: *quietly moves to the corner of the room, drooling at darling, before quietly moving on top of them*

*tendrils reach out, brushing against darling as the creature feeds on their nightmares with a ravenous hunger*

Yan! Dream-eater: Ḿ̷͈̼̪̆͑ŏ̸͓̟͍͊̏̈́̅r̸̡̾̌̄͛͐e̷̫͕̳̽̓͠

[morpheusic]

all of my works will contain mature themes, i am fully aware i cannot control the age range of those who view my works but seriously minors dni with posts that have smut in the warnings

reblog tendencies.

— my requests are always open, this is a multi-fandom acc so expect works from multiple medias since I tend to fixate on a lot from time to time. Most of my works may be focused on genshin impact since it's what gets the most views from what I know (I don't play the game anymore though). — I write drabbles, oneshots, headcannons and imagines. feel free to request any

— the fandoms/medias I'll write for: honkai star rail, genshin impact, the sandman, castlevania, chainsaw man, honkai star rail, marvel

— Tumblr is the only site I write and post my works. If you see me on other writing sites like Wattpad, AO3, etc, it's not me. If you ever see any of my works posted on any other writing sites than Tumblr, please let me know immediately.

— I won't publish often, it'll depend on how much motivation I have and I only post when I feel like it. Do not rush me to finish something, I have my own life and issues outside of Tumblr.

[i-love-frensh-fries]

✨I dreamed of being stuck in the dorm of the phontom troupe in a modern AU ✨ .

🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️

🕸️I had a weird dream that day and then it came back last night. And it's living rent free in my head.

Slight sspoilers about the new pt manga chaps.

It was the the phantom troupe in a modern AU and then there was a school that was kinda like a special academy and of course there was dorms ( like the houses from hogwarts but the hunter administration that treats your file is the one doing the sorting) and obviously my delulu chrollo juc thirsty bitch that I'm ends up t in the phantom troupe dorm aka ✨the spider house ✨that everyone is scared of. But first he is some contest about them :

It was the the phantom troupe in a modern AU and then there was a school that was kinda like a special academy and of course there was dorms ( like the houses from hogwarts but the hunter administration that treats your file is the one doing the sorting) and obviously my delulu chrollo juc thirsty bitch that I'm ends up t in the phantom troupe dorm aka ✨the spider house ✨that everyone is scared to be sorted to ( you need to have a murder recored to be sorted their but most student s don't know bout that.

But first here is some context about them bitches :

🕸️ The school was like the hunter association and in the Spider house the only people allowed are the once that killed someone before. So I guess I got their becose I killed somebody? I don't know I just lived with them.

🕸️But there is the thing with the members is that they technically didn't "kill" anybody, at least that's what the authorities assumes before going trough Juvi.

🕸️That day they just happened to be in the wrong place wrong time.

🕸️It happened when they were kids maybe in elementary, they all lived in the same orphanage from the poor side of the city so they always hangout in a certain place after school.

🕸️At that time that were a bigger friend Groupe. But one day, one in particular didn't show up at school but it's fine they didn't think about it much, they were like " it's fine we will see her at the playing spot after school, Sarasa may miss school but never play time anyways" .

🕸️Class finishes they go to their usual spot expecting to find their friend *Sarasa*, but all they find is a black teach bag waiting to be oppend.

🕸️The kids were skeptical about it, some were scared but chrollo, the "main twinck" of the groupe insisted about looking inside of the bag that was suspiciously weird and suspiciously well tied. He tired at first but couldn't do it then then finx shoot his shot but didn't succeed either.

🕸️The kids grew frustrated and all tried opening it leaving their tiny finger prints on that bag. But that until Uvogine te bigger one arrives and finally opens it.

🕸️The first thing they noticed was the metallic smell (in the dream I was kinda their but not their), when everyone hesitated so look, chrollo did. And god he regrets to this day, looking at the inside where his friend's remaining body was.

🕸️Too scared by what they fsaw they run to the orphanage and told the adult not know that they will be used to cover some higher up from the city and with enough money they will be accused of killing their friend and all end up in a specialised juvi ( cause they were minors) that will change their life's and ruin their childhood forever.

🕸️After 5 years in juvi They all come out, many of their friends died during that time many lost their minds. But they survived and are now 16 years old. They get accepted into the hunter association academy? I guess? And that's how they become the most feared students of the .

🕸️ And that where the self insert potential gets jucy. And that's where I get in the story. Apparently I killed my mom? ( we had an argument that night before I dreamed 😂). And that's how I ended up their. I was so freaking scared. But weardly some of them were nice.

🕸️Paku oda was mommy. Machi was kinda sceptical. Shizuku didn't mind same for korutopi, bonolenove and Franklin.

🕸️ Phinx was decent he is from Egypt 🇪🇬 and I'm from Algeria 🇩🇿 so African besties✨✨, we watch égyptien and algerian comedy some times and we speak arabic too. And the fact that some kings from my tribe back in time were faraones ( yeah 'cause I' m amazigh) so we get in preety heated argument about it some times, but over all he is fine. Same for nobunaga we bond over video games and samurai movies ( blue eye samurai)

🕸️But their tiny bestie just straight up hates me. He dispises me sooooo much. He tried to kill I think. Put poison in my coffee ☕ 😂.

🕸️ But the weirdest one out their is chrollo. I think he sees me more like a lab experiment. He follows me with his eyes in such a creepy way. He asks where I got who are my friends. Why am I getting along with hisoka 'cause hisoka was supposed to be the scariest he told me not to approach him cause he would kill me but then we ended up being the bestest of friends so I guess he was kinda jealous.

🕸️But anyways I ranted a lot. But this is what happened when I woke up I thought that I got into a coma cus wtf it's was a looooooooong one and it gilt so vivid a and real.

🕸️If anyone read thins and wants to make It a story or something please tag me the phontom troupe dorm is such a brain rot for me I don't know.

Anyways baaay