#yandere elliott mod

[deva-arts]

Yesterday's stream was a treat, but Yandere Elliott proved to be too awful to brave through for alternate file Dev

Also Elliott was a drinking straw.

[coliemoongaming]

Elliott is my house husband....but who eats regular tacos for breakfast? And look at his cute blushing face!

[drabblesandimagines]

Muse

Soooo I played the Elliott yandere mod and I couldn't get it out of my head.

Pairings: Elliott x reader

Word count: 1496

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, non-consensual bondage, kidnapping, drugging - please don't read if you're not comfortable, it's all under the cut.

You woke up slowly at first. Your eyelids felt heavy, like you’d slept too much. You were on your side and you felt cold, confused and stiff. Where were you…? Did you pass out on the way home…? It had been ages since you’d done that – more aware of the time and your energy levels on your late night quests. No, the last thing you remembered was being at the kitchen table, having dinner, right? You went to rub your eyes and it was only then did you realize your hands weren’t complying. You tried again but something was stopping them, holding them behind you. Was that rope? You tugged again, your heart starting to thud before you shuffled up to your feet, balancing yourself against the wall. You started to breathe heavily, trying to come up with any reasonable explanation. The room was dark, but slowly your eyes adjusted to your surroundings. You made out some barrels - oddly familiar barrels. Wait, were you in your own cellar?!

Was that better or worse? You weren’t sure. You pulled again at the restraints but the rope was so tight. Okay, think - you were eating dinner, now you were in your cellar. Had someone been with you…? You needed to get out, get help. You pushed yourself forward and up onto your knees, slowly getting to your feet. You took a step forward but your legs were jelly, causing you to lose your balance and you crashed into one of the barrels, knocking it on its side and causing a racket.

Suddenly, thudding footsteps echoed above your head and the door to the cellar opened, flooding light from above. “Darling?”

You recognized the voice at once – Elliott.

“Elliott!” You cried out. “Please, help!” His towering form descended the stairs, looking down at you inquisitively before a frown graced his lips.

“Oh… You’re awake already, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, your thoughts coming to you slowly through the haze. Awake already? “Elliott, wh-what’s going on? Why are my hands tied?” Elliott. It was Elliott who was there. He’d popped round with a bottle of wine he thought could inspire your next batch…

“Hmph. That drug should’ve kept you under for far longer than this. Maybe I didn’t use enough…” He crouched down in front of you, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking deep. “Did you hurt yourself when you fell?”

“No, I’m okay”, you exhaled shakily. “Can you untie me, please?”

“Ah,” he let go of your shoulders and grasped your chin. “Not quite. I’m not finished upstairs yet.”

“Elliott, this isn’t funny. I don’t know if this is some sort of prank or-or if I said something that made you think this was something I was up for but you really have to untie me, please”.

He squeezed your cheek and chuckled. “No, darling, you have to be patient. Those ropes are staying nice and snug until I’m sure you’ll behave yourself.”

“Behave myself?” That made something in you flip. “What the fuck is wrong with you? This isn’t funny.” You struggled again with renewed determination, surely you were making some progress.

“My goodness, what a filthy mouth I’m discovering. I’m not sure I like that coming from such a beauty as yourself.” He frowned.

“I don’t care what you fucking like!” You spat, tears burning at your eyes. “Let me go, Elliott. Please. I won’t say anything to anyone, I promise.”

The red-headed man pouted at you, before he slipped two fingers in the Windsor knot of his tie and loosened it before whipping it off his neck entirely. He held an end in each hand and stretched it out. “Open – now.”

You shook your head, keeping your mouth firmly closed, tears trickling down your cheeks.

“We’ll do it the hard way, then.” His hand pushed you against the wall by your throat, lightly squeezing your windpipe until you opened your mouth in a gasp. He took his chance then, stuffing the blasted thing in between your lips and teeth and tightly knotting it behind your head. You let out a whimper as he patted your head patronizingly.

“That’s better. Right, I need some more time to get your things packed up. Unfortunately, as I said, that dose was meant to keep you under until we were well on our way, but never mind. I’ll finish upstairs and then we’ll get you situated for the move.”

You shook your head frantically, trying to protest through the gag.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t need to worry. We’ll have you safe and secure soon.” He dipped his hand in his jacket pocket, producing another loop of rope and wrapped it around your ankles as you began to sob. This can’t be happening, this cannot be happening… “There, all snug. Sit tight!” He grinned before getting up to his feet and dusted off his knees. He always wanted to look his best, after all.

You whimpered again as he walked up the cellar stairs. The tie tasted foul in your mouth, it was smothered in Elliott’s cologne – did he spray it on the thing deliberately? - and it left a horrible taste on your tongue and the smell… You felt like you were suffocating.

You don’t know how long he left you down there, but you twisted and twisted at the ropes around your wrists, feeling the coarse fiber burn at your skin. Surely they were getting looser, they had to be, or the rope would fray from the friction. Your face was slick with your tears and the tie now damp in your mouth. Your heart stopped as you heard the cellar door creek and your captor descended the stairs again, a glass of water in hand.

“Hi, sweetheart. How are we doing?” He smiled as he crouched down in front of you, brushing your hair out of your eyes and wiping your face clear of tears. You whimpered, giving a muffled plea that he ignored. “So, I’ve packed up what I think you’ll need and to make it seem you’ve moved on. Of course, I’ve already taken the liberty of buying you some new clothes. A beautiful muse such as yourself will require bespoke gowns to compliment your beauty.”

You swallowed hard, staring into his eyes, hoping he’d come to his senses.

“I brought you some water, sweetheart. Are you thirsty? I’ll take the gag off if you promise not to use such horrible words again – they’re really not befitting for you.”

You nodded frantically, anything to get this foul-tasting fabric out of your mouth.

Elliott smiled, before tugging the tie out of your mouth and down around your neck. “Here, allow me.” He held the glass up to your lips and you drank greedily, hoping it would clear the taste from your tongue.

“Good girl,” he complimented, placing the glass down. “You’re going to love our new place, darling. It’s not too far from here, of course. I didn’t want to do it this way, you know? But I’m afraid you rather forced my hand in the end. Don’t you realise how cruel you were being, gallivanting about town with every single bachelor? You were breaking my heart.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.” Maybe you could appeal to him, get him to change his mind? “I didn’t mean to. Can-can we start again? We could go to the Stardrop Saloon tomorrow night for a date, couldn’t we? Take a table near the back and t-talk.”

“Oh, there’s no need for all that now, sweetheart. The house is all ready and prepared for us. It’s not too far from here, as obviously I’ll need to go between the two to keep up appearances, as they say.” He chuckled. “People might talk if both you and I disappear.”

“B-b-but the farm,” you slurred – why are you slurring? – “They know I wouldn’t just leave that.”

“It’s been a tough year, hasn’t it, darling? A real learning curve. You’re too beautiful for all that hard labour and toil.” He clasped the side of your face with his hand, rubbing his thumb gently over your cheekbone. “It was all a flight of fancy, leaving Zuzu City. They’ll all think you found it too overwhelming and up and left. Why wouldn’t they? It’s exactly how you came here.”

“Elliott, p-please, can’t we t-talk about this?” The words felt heavy on your tongue.

“Shh, sweetheart. That’ll be the sedative kicking in. I gave you a bit more this time, just to make sure you stay asleep in transportation. I wouldn’t want you waking up and panicking in the box before we make it there.” He chuckled, as if it was something amusing, before pulling you close into his chest, pressing your face against it. “Don’t fight it, my love. You’re going to be so glad I took you.”

The world as you knew it slowly slipped out of view as you dreaded the one that awaited you on awakening.

[deva-arts]

Haha OW

“..Do you think I’ll see a crimson fish in the sea?”

this fanart came completely out of nowhere for a hetalia blog LMFAO

no fish ver. under the cut!

….good lord that elliott mod 😭😭😭 the ending really stuck with me for some darned reason. anyways, i really like how this turned out and i was wondering if y’all would ever be interested in a portrait mod in my art style, or, alternatively, a hetalia portrait mod…

[razberry-cookie]

"You want her, you need her And yet you don't believe her When she says her love is dead You think she needs you"

[writer-by-the-sea]

Yandere Elliott, 10 heart group event. SPOILERS.

Forgive me, I didn't realize my Mac wouldn't record audio from the game; thus I decided to do a voice over and add 'creepy' music (from Silent Hill 2.)

Dialogue below:

Elliott: ...What's the matter, Darling? Didn't you come here for a drink? Elliott: You're trembling... Are you okay? Elliott: You're not sick are you? ...Do you want to see Dr. Harvey? It just so happens that he's here too. Elliott: Hah. Just kidding. Elliott: It'd be fine if you were sick. You'd never be able to leave me that way. Elliott: ...You're not trying to run away, are you? Elliott: Didn't you promise to stay with me forever? Elliott: Why are you acting so skittish? Don't you want these people to see that you're mine? Sam: Hey, Elliott! Knock it off! Elliott: What? Elliott: And who are you to stop me? Elliott: Come, my love... Kiss me. Elliott: ...Or do you want me to take the initiative? If so, then I can't guarantee it'll end at just a simple kiss. Elliott: Shh... don't be afraid, don't be afraid. You are doing great. Elliott: Now, let's go home, shall we? Elliott: No, I'm not angry... I've always wanted to do this... Elliott: You're going to be with me forever, aren't you?

[schellis]

doodled a lil thing during a friend's playthrough of sdv with their (somewhat) questionable animal name choices and i think this is the best cow ive ever drawn

[crab-in-elliotts-shirt-pocket]

Jesus Elliott!

She's right THERE!

[monkabonka1]

@writer-by-the-sea

FUCK YOUUUUUU

[shyartnerd564]

Playing around with the Yandere Elliot mod for Stardew Valley and he faked me being sick for about three or four in game weeks….I tried to escape about three times before giving up and just behaving until he eventually let me out. Kind of wanted to write a mini Drabble about it because I don’t trust my writing skills since it’s been so long.

[mihhkael]

⚠️Gore_

[coliemoongaming]

He is such a needy boy! I can't see him being one of those more murdery types of yanderes....unless it's absolutely necessary according to him. I see him more as clingy, romantic, possessive and obsessive.

[vyllain]

"My love... you came back.."

i am not good making some stuff like this but oh well, so short recap. Since i fried my hard drive from my laptop and it got hacked, my hardwork of my SDV farm, saved mods and my entire ARTS in it. Let's say this is a new life and a new story for my farmer who had glitches and amnesia from her old life haunting her. So imma play that part for her.

Since Elliott is not the only yandere in my game there are eight of them: Alex, Sebastian, Sam, Harvey, Shane, Elliott, Genderswap Hale (Haley) and Pete (Penny).

Fitted for the game theme of Lovesick Au for them and needed to fit them on my cottagecore vibe. Stay tune or not happy farming.

[leothel3gend]

I drew Elliot!!! (I draw him a lot actually)

Sorry about the random Frank Zappa song, it was a note 💀

But my grandpa recommended it so ypu should totally listen to it.

[maayaainsworth]

Eu amo esse mod! De longe o meu mod favorito da vidaaaaaa!!!

OMG ELLIOTT STOOOOOOOOOP ~ ♥

♥ I'm blushing!! ♥

I'm dying slowly ~ ♥

~ Tradução da carta adaptada:

⸻ S/N, quero pega-la em meus braços, quero saborear o doce sabor de seus lábios e beija-la até que fique totalmente sem fôlego. Quero tocar seu corpo e poder sentir cada centímetro da sua linda pele delicada. Quero passar meus dedos sobre suas orelhas, suas clavículas. Quero sentir seu hálito ardente contra a minha carne enquanto a faço chorar e tremer por mim em desejo. Quero possuir toda a sua alegria e prazer, para que seus olhos possam ver e acalentar a mim, e somente a mim, para que possa um dia me segurar em seus braços.

Claro, o mais importante é que eu quero você.

⸻ Seu admirador.

[airasora]

Ooooh I didn’t watch your stream before buuuuut who is your go-to Stardew Valley spouse?? Mine is Shane!!

Oh, goodness, I actually love quite a few of them so it would be easier to say who I DON'T like xD

My absolute first spouse was Sebastian though. But after we got married, he complained once about the place being messy and I kicked him to the curb out of spite pffft xD

But the ones that don't really do it for me spouse-wise are Elliott, Penny, Maru, and Emily.

HOWEVER, I do use mods for Stardew Valley, and some made me like Penny and Emily a lot more with new designs and added heart events. Still don't like Elliott and Maru though.

Except for yandere Elliott... fucking hell that mod had me on a chokehold when I first played it xD