#yandere gilgamesh

[yandere-romanticaa]

"You know..." he trailed off, his voice gruff but cool. Two fingers danced across the countertop as you chopped the potatoes sloppily, as you were still not quite adept with handling a knife.

He continues. "... You would be a really nagging wife, did anyone ever tell you that?"

A scoff escapes you but even so, you chop. It's a little hard trying to focus on cooking all the while this idiot keeps trying to rile you up like crazy. Why was he even here, who even invited him? Yeah, he was popular around town and it wasn't uncommon for him to hop from place to place, regardless of what it may be. Be it someone's house, a bar, a club, a gaming center, it honestly didn't matter.

It just freaked you out how he was slowly morphing into the shadow you never wished to have.

"Is that so?" You ask him sarcastically, your face schooled into an unreadable expression. The smell of delicious spices enveloped the whole kitchen and it made you even hungrier. You were going to kill your friend for allowing this god awful fiend inside here. Refusing to turn to him, you still probed him.

"Don't marry me then, I never asked for your opinion to begin with."

He's stunned for a millisecond before regaining his composure, a booming laugh soon reverberated across the entire room. He clutched his chest a little, as if you had just told him the funniest joke in the whole wide world.

In a way, it was.

He, despite his bravado, wouldn't mind having such crummy a wife by his side.

He was living the good life and nothing could stop him. But there was just something about you, something that would always make him take a step back and think. It was so cute how you were trying to concentrate on making a tasty meal for himself, of course he was going to steal a little later.

He adored your cooking, even if it could get sloppy at times.

The "you'd be a bad/annoying/nagging wife" thing started off as something to humor him, and to piss you off naturally. Nothing brought him greater satisfaction than to see a scowl on your face and just straight up ruin your day. It was exhilarating to watch the light in your eyes crumble the moment he took a breath of air which came from your direction, let alone actually come to you.

It didn't hit him that he was actively interested in you.

He never even realized just how many of your dumb little habits he had picked up on, just how many times he had to stop himself from doing more than he already did because he didn't want to give you the wrong idea.

He doesn't like you, he thinks you're a fool. Plain and simple, just like that.

It doesn't matter that his heart beats so much faster at the mere thought of you, it doesn't matter that he started to fantasize how you would look like if you were his actual wife.... To come home to you, in your soft embrace as a meal was ready for him...

No matter. He'll trick, tease and steal from you as much as he possibly can.

🎀 Gilgamesh (Fate), Bakugo Katsuki, Dabi, Hawks (BNHA), Gojo Satoru (JJK), Guren Ichinose (Seraph of the End), Ayato Sakamaki, Laito Sakamaki (Diabolik Lovers), Satori Tendo (Haikyuu!), Aalto (Wuthering Waves)

[siswritesyanderes]

Question for you!😁 Which Yandere marvel characters do you think would want/make their darling age regress? Because I see a lot of Yanderes who would want them to depend on them but which characters (even if it varies from era to era) would take it a step further. Even just to treat their darling like a teenager, I think a lot of them would and I’m curious who all you think would most likely? I love your writing and I hope you have a great day!

It's funny you should mention this, because I was recently imagining a situation where a lot of Marvel heroes (and maybe non-heroes) have a get-together and bring their age-regressed, abducted darlings. Like a party of the forced agere yanderes.

(This is outside the canon of "Safe Because I'm With the Apex Predator.")

Druig and Makkari's darling is by far the best-behaved; everyone compliments them on how well-behaved their darling is. Dressed in brightly-colored overalls and knee socks, their hair is neat (which can't be said for a lot of the darlings; they get unkempt when they physically struggle), they greet the other yanderes with a smile when asked, and they say "Yes, Daddy," and "Yes, Mommy," and the like, every time they speak to Druig and Makkari. They don't use any words that a seven-year-old couldn't.

It's clear from the look in the darling's eyes that they haven't caved under the mental stress of their abduction; there's still an awareness there. Occasionally even hostility. But they behave themself, because if they didn't do so by choice, Druig would just make them anyway. So many of the yanderes are lowkey jealous, not just of this darling's good behavior, but of the general vibe of mutual understanding that exists between them and Drukkari. When all the other darlings are going to a "play room", so the "grown ups" can talk in private, this darling calmly asks, "Mommy, can I bring my food with me?"

Makkari answers, "Yes," and kisses them on the forehead before they go.

Meanwhile, Thena and Gilgamesh's darling is absolutely feral. (Or, as one of the other yanderes politely says, "very rambunctious!") Darling's on a leash, and Darling's trying to chew through the leash. They're dressed in a form-fitting toddler onesie and mittens that make it hard to hold anything. They aren't trusted to feed themself, so Gilgamesh feeds them while Thena leads them around on the leash. When Gilgamesh greets people amicably, and Thena greets people with her aloof smile, their darling glares at whoever they're directed to greet and mumbles a grudging "hello".

None of them are embarrassed about this. Thena is amused and enjoys the friction, and Gilgamesh is chill. Looking at all the other captives, darling demands, "How come they're not on a leash?"

Gilgamesh chuckles, "Because you're still biting yours."

Repeatedly, this darling tries to run for it, and Thena nonchalantly reels them back with a firm tug, not even pausing her conversation with the other guests.

Sam and Bucky's darling is shyly clinging to Sam's side. They don't have to say hi to anyone, because Sam and Bucky both enjoy the fact that they don't want to. "They're shy," Bucky says, and Sam pats their head fondly. They're dressed like a very fashionable five-year-old: everything matches, and they have very snazzy tennis shoes. Bucky and Sam are asked where they bought that shirt, those shorts, that cloth cap.

While darling doesn't talk to or look at the other yanderes, they're fascinated with the other darlings. They're kind of scared of the struggling ones, but their eyes are drawn to something brightly colored: Druig and Makkari's darling. Pretty...And they look friendly... Darling accidentally makes eye contact with Druig, who raises an unimpressed (almost challenging) eyebrow, and they quickly look away. When Sam and Bucky eventually run into Druig and Makkari and start making small talk, darling keeps their face buried in Sam's shoulder, so that only one eye can see the colorful darling who's now staring right back at them, curiously.

"Hi," Drukkari's darling says. They're allowed to carry their own plate!

Sambucky's darling waves hello but does not leave the safety of Sam's side.

The Guardians of the Galaxy were not invited to the party, but they showed up anyway. Their darling is as rough-edged as you'd expect from someone who has to trade barbs with Rocket Raccoon on the daily. They're dressed in an outfit composed of articles that have each been scavenged separately. (And an anklet of what looks like braided wood but is really a part of Groot's body, which can at any time grow roots into the ground, preventing them from walking.)

Rather than sticking by their yanderes (like most if not all of the other darlings do, if not by choice then by force), this darling pretty much runs rampant through the room, sneaking food from the banquet tables and making an honest effort to quietly steal a sling ring from Dr. Strange. Occasionally, Rocket or Nebula or Quill shouts at them from across the room to put something down or otherwise stop doing what they're doing. Groot, in the role of the older sibling, sometimes goes to herd them back.

"In what way is that age regression, and not just kidnapping?" Strange asks.

"Oh, that?" Quill says. "They're just going through a rebellious phase. Groot did the same stuff."

Separately, Nebula muses to someone, "With a father as cruel as Thanos, I never believed myself to have much of a...nurturing side. But ever since we found- GET DOWN FROM THERE, OR I WILL THROW YOU THROUGH THE WALL!" she suddenly bellows.

"Up yours!" their darling shouts back.

"It's nice to be a mom," Nebula continues solemnly.

(Thenamesh's darling tries to convince them to cut their leash.)

Eventually, Mantis puts them to sleep, and Drax spends the rest of the party with them casually slung over his shoulder.

The Guardians are still probably asked to leave.

Dr. Strange's darling is behaving themself, but they have an attitude. They're terse, with their lips in a sour twist that clearly conveys that they would not be here were it not for their magical captor and his ability to appear anywhere they could think to run. Their clothes are impeccable (and have the look of a boarding school uniform), but their hair is messy, suggesting they did not intend for Stephen to have an easy time getting them here.

This darling is simultaneously annoyed by the darlings who make a spectacle of their attempts to defy their yanderes and disgusted by the darlings who obey too well. The way Sambucky's darling is coddled and doted on is unbearably cloying, but Drukkari's darling being allowed to hold their own plate just absolutely grinds their gears, because Strange's darling isn't allowed to do or have anything, without Strange acting as the middle man. They have to politely ask for each bite of food, politely ask for any book or activity they might use to entertain themself, politely ask to go to the bathroom...And Strange really would let them wet themself, if they didn't ask politely enough.

They drag their feet, when Strange walks over to Druig and Makkari and the golden darling themself. They cross their arms tightly, as Strange chats with the Eternals and Drukkari’s darling meets their glower with a look they can't help reading as supercilious.

Strange's darling refuses to greet Drukkari's darling, and they don't consciously register that their unreasonable animosity toward their fellow abductees signifies a great deterioration in their emotional intelligence.

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(I can think of more, but this post is getting long, and I'm not sure how interesting it is to other people, lol.)

[harmonysanreads]

Consider, being in an arranged marriage with Yandere!Mydei. A strategic decision, perhaps. Kremnos is no playground, strengthening its forces and forging reliable allies are but steps rooted in common sense. There is no spare space between your bond to scrutinize.

If your goal happened to be to at least make the arrangement more palatable through an acquaintance, Mydei seemed unwilling to cooperate. The crown prince is rarely ever ‘home’, burdened by the weight of protecting Amphoreus. In the rare moments he does find it in himself to meet his spouse, he's... awkward, if you were to be respectful. A long life bathed in strife and blood never softens the edges of a weapon, after all.

You're certain he hates you — or at least, is projecting his distaste for the marriage through you. What with his frown only deepening if you cross his peripheral and the ever curt responses he graces you with.

Ignorant you are, you don't know — that Mydei has met you so many times before. Sometimes on completely different sides, sometimes so close yet so far. The cycle of life may try to reshape you, but he'll always recognize you, regardless of which facade your environment forces you to take. As such, it would've been foolish of him to not take this chance of keeping you under his watchful eyes, while he searches for a way to etch permanence to your name.

It's just that, you're always so skittish and frightened around him. He thinks it's best for him to give you your space, the last thing he would want is for you to hate him, again.

[cup1d-ends-here]

Do you do yandere, more specifically, yandere reader? If so, for Fate UBW, can you do a yandere reader x Rin Tohsaka with the reader being in Gilgamesh's Role and being servant like him, you can include smut by the end of it.

Mirror of Fates | Rin Tohsaka x Archer! Reader x Gilgamesh

Author's Note: No gender was mentioned in this request so I am making the reader gender neutral. I also have a fat crush on Gilgamesh so I hope you don't mind me incorporating him in this a little bit ;p also rin is 18+.

Warnings: yandere reader, possessiveness, sexual tension

Word Count: 4.8k

The moon hung high in the night sky, its pale light illuminating the shattered ruins of the building. Rin Tohsaka, ever composed despite the chaos of the Holy Grail War, stood at the rooftop's edge. Her sapphire eyes scanned the battlefield below, the distant glow of magical auras signalling skirmishes far away. But the real battle was here. Across from her, the golden-haired King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, smirked with his usual arrogance. Draped in his resplendent golden armor, he looked every bit the god-like ruler he claimed to be. Standing beside him, the unmistakable figure of his new Master—a shadowy figure obscured by a shroud of magic—gave Rin pause. But what truly set her on edge was the presence of you.

Perched atop a crumbling stone pillar, you leaned casually, one hand resting on the hilt of a crystalline dagger—a fragment of your Mirror of Fates. Your piercing gaze was fixed on Rin, unwavering and unsettling, like a predator stalking its prey.

'Rin, my dear,"'you purred, your voice dripping with an unnerving mix of affection and menace. 'I warned you not to stray too far. A battlefield is no place for someone as delicate as you.' Rin bristled, her fists clenching.

'Delicate? Spare me. I don’t need your overbearing concern, and I certainly don’t need you interfering in my fight.' Before you could reply, Gilgamesh chuckled, his deep voice cutting through the tension.

'What an amusing little spat. Two mongrels vying for the attention of a single Master. Truly, this war never ceases to entertain me.' You shot him a glare, your possessive aura flaring.

'You would do well to hold your tongue, King of Heroes. You have no claim here. Rin is mine, whether she acknowledges it or not.' Gilgamesh smirked, unfazed.

'Ah, but do you think she agrees? A woman of her calibre deserves protection, not the suffocating obsession you offer.' He gestured toward Rin with a flourish. 'Rin, you are far too intelligent to fall for this... pale imitation of grandeur.' Caught between two powerhouses, Rin crossed her arms, her annoyance barely masking her unease.

'Will you two stop treating me like some prize to be won? I’m not interested in either of your delusions.' Your smile darkened, and the crystalline dagger in your hand caught the moonlight.

'Careful, Rin. Words like that might hurt me.' You tossed the blade into the air, where it dissolved into shimmering light. 'But since our golden friend insists on questioning my devotion, perhaps I should remind him who he’s dealing with.' With a flick of your wrist, the air shimmered as the Mirror of Fates materialised behind you, its surface glinting ominously. The reflection it offered was not of the world around it but of a realm filled with shadows and broken fragments of memory. Gilgamesh’s smirk faltered for the briefest moment.

'A curious artifact. You believe that bauble will intimidate me? I am the King of Heroes! All treasures belong to me by right.'

'You may have treasures,' you replied coldly, 'but none that can shatter a soul.' A wicked grin spreads across your lips. The rooftop became a battlefield, with Rin caught in the crossfire of your possessive fury and Gilgamesh’s unyielding arrogance. 'At least my master is brave enough to show her face.' I mock as I prepare to attack. Gilgamesh’s smirk returned, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement.

'Careful, mongrel. Your arrogance is beginning to sound like envy.' You stepped forward, the rooftop trembling slightly under the pressure of your magical energy. The Mirror of Fates hovered behind you, casting eerie, shifting reflections across the battlefield.

'Envy?' you scoffed, your voice dripping with disdain. 'Hiding behind a veil? Pathetic. No wonder you cling to someone like him,' gesturing to his master.

The shadowed Master flinched at your words, but Gilgamesh merely chuckled.

'Bravery is unnecessary for one who has me at their command. Unlike you, who clings desperately to a fleeting dream of affection.' Your lips curled into a sharp grin, but your eyes burned with anger.

'A fleeting dream? No, King of Heroes. My devotion is eternal. And since you insist on questioning it, let me show you why.' You raised your hand, and the Mirror of Fates began to hum, its crystalline surface rippling like water. The air around you grew cold, the oppressive aura of your Noble Phantasm pressing down on the rooftop. 'Let’s see what fears hide behind all that arrogance of yours,' you taunted, your voice like silk over steel. Rin, caught in the middle, took a cautious step back, her instincts warning her of the danger.

'Damn it, don’t drag me into this!' She snapped, glaring at both of you. But your focus remained on Gilgamesh, his confident expression faltering ever so slightly as the mirror's surface glowed brighter. For all his bravado, even the King of Heroes was not immune to the terror reflected in your crystalline artifact.

'Prepare yourself, Gilgamesh,' you said with chilling finality. 'Your arrogance ends here.' With a snap of your fingers, the Mirror of Fates surged forward, its light enveloping the rooftop as it locked onto its target. The Mirror of Fates floated forward, its crystalline surface shimmering with an unnatural light. As it turned to face Gilgamesh, the rooftop seemed to darken, the moonlight swallowed by the mirror's eerie glow. Its surface rippled like a disturbed pond, revealing flashes of shadowy figures and fractured memories within. The reflections coalesced into a vision that seemed to emanate directly from Gilgamesh’s mind: his failures, his losses, and the crushing weight of moments where his pride faltered. The golden king’s smirk faded into a scowl as he realized what was happening.

'An artifact that toys with the mind?' Gilgamesh sneered, stepping back. 'Do you think such parlor tricks will unnerve me?' But even as he spoke, his movements were more rigid, his crimson eyes narrowing at the visions within the mirror. The phantasm’s power was irresistible—drawing its target closer, forcing them to confront their own fears and vulnerabilities.

'Your arrogance blinds you,' you said, your voice low and commanding. 'Even kings have shadows they fear to face. And now, you stand defenseless.' Gilgamesh's jaw tightened, and with a sharp motion, he extended his hand. A golden ripple formed in the air, and from it emerged a torrent of weapons from the Gate of Babylon. Swords, spears, and axes—each a masterpiece of legend—rained down toward the mirror with devastating force. The rooftop shook as the weapons struck true, explosions of magical energy erupting with each impact. Dust and debris filled the air, and the mirror was momentarily obscured.

'You underestimate me, mongrel,' Gilgamesh declared, his voice rising above the chaos. 'There is no treasure I cannot destroy. Your bauble is no exception!' But as the dust cleared, the Mirror of Fates remained intact, its surface unmarred. It floated closer, the visions within growing sharper and more vivid.

Gilgamesh’s eyes narrowed. 'Impossible...' The mirror pulsed with light, releasing a wave of pressure that forced Gilgamesh to his knees. The visions inside were now unmistakable—scenes of his past failures, of his reign’s fleeting glory, and of moments where his own hubris led to ruin. For a fleeting moment, a flicker of doubt crossed his face.

'You cannot destroy it,' you said, stepping forward. 'It reflects what you hide, what you deny. And it feeds on your fear.' Enraged, Gilgamesh rose to his feet, summoning Ea, his most powerful weapon. The drill-like blade spun to life, its ominous hum reverberating through the air.

'I am the King of Heroes!' he roared. 'No fear, no shadow, and no mongrel can stand before me!' The air crackled with energy as he activated Enuma Elish, the heavens themselves trembling at the weapon’s might. The torrent of chaotic energy surged forward, aimed directly at the mirror. The rooftop became a maelstrom of energy as Enuma Elish roared to life, its chaotic vortex surging toward the Mirror of Fates. The very air trembled under the force of Gilgamesh’s attack, the ground cracking and splitting beneath its intensity. Opposing it, the Mirror of Fates pulsed with an unearthly light, its surface radiating a cold, crystalline brilliance. The visions within grew sharper, more malevolent, feeding on Gilgamesh’s hubris and his brief flicker of doubt.

'You truly believe you can destroy my devotion?' you sneered, your voice unwavering. 'You are but a relic clinging to your past. This mirror reflects the truth you fear to face!' The two forces collided with an earth-shattering explosion, light and darkness intertwining as they battled for supremacy. The impact sent shockwaves through the city, shattering nearby windows and tearing chunks from the rooftop. Rin was forced to shield herself, her circuits flaring as she struggled to maintain her balance. For a moment, it seemed the Mirror of Fates and Enuma Elish were evenly matched, neither giving ground. But then, a faint crack appeared in the mirror’s surface, a small flaw spreading outward like a spiderweb.

'Your little trinket crumbles under true power!' Gilgamesh declared triumphantly, pouring more energy into his attack.

But just as the mirror cracked, so too did the golden ripples of Enuma Elish begin to waver. The vortex of energy around the sword sputtered and faltered, its power unable to fully overcome the mirror’s relentless pull. The stalemate couldn’t hold. With a final, blinding flash, the two forces detonated simultaneously, releasing a shockwave of raw magical energy. The rooftop collapsed under the strain, the combatants thrown apart by the sheer force of the explosion. When the dust cleared, you stood shakily, the shattered fragments of the Mirror of Fates scattered around you. The remnants shimmered faintly before dissolving into the night air. Across the battlefield, Gilgamesh emerged, battered but standing, his armor scorched and cracked. Between you, his Master lay motionless on the ground. The explosion’s backlash had struck them directly, their body limp and lifeless. Gilgamesh’s crimson eyes widened, then narrowed in fury. He strode toward the corpse, his expression unreadable.

'Foolish mortal...' he muttered, kneeling beside them. 'To think you couldn’t withstand such a trivial clash.' He rose slowly, his gaze turning toward you, filled with a mixture of anger and begrudging respect. 'You dared to challenge me, and you’ve paid the price with more than you know. But mark my words, mongrel—you’ve yet to see the full extent of my wrath.' You smirked, though the battle had clearly taken its toll.

'Your Master couldn’t survive the weight of your so-called grandeur. How fitting.' From the shadows, Rin’s voice broke the tension.

'Enough!' she snapped, stepping between you both. Her circuits glowed faintly as she steadied herself. 'Are you both so blinded by your egos that you can’t see the destruction you’ve caused? This war isn’t about you!' Her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the chaos left in the wake of your battle. Gilgamesh’s teeth clenched as he stood, his golden armor battered and smeared with dust. His crimson eyes burned with a mix of fury and something uncharacteristic—loss. He cradled the lifeless body of his Master, their limp form draped over his arms like a broken doll. For a moment, the King of Heroes stood motionless, his jaw tight, his pride clearly warring with the sting of defeat. The once-magnificent aura around him seemed to dim, his presence somehow less grand without the support of his Master’s mana. You straightened, brushing shards of crystalline mirror from your shoulder, your breathing labored but steady. Your gaze flickered toward Rin. She stood on the edge of the battlefield, her circuits glowing faintly as she held her ground, but you noticed the subtle trembling in her hands. Your eyes softened—a sharp contrast to the cold, menacing persona you’d displayed moments earlier.

'Rin...' you murmured, taking a hesitant step toward her. But before you could reach her, Gilgamesh’s voice cut through the air, low and seething.

'Do not think this is over,' he growled, his grip tightening on his fallen Master. 'You may have survived this clash, mongrel, but you will not escape my vengeance.' He turned away, his golden armor catching the faint light of the shattered rooftop. With an almost reluctant grace, he began to retreat, his form glowing faintly as he activated his teleportation.

'Gilgamesh!"'Rin called out, surprising even herself.

The King of Heroes paused, glancing back over his shoulder. His expression was unreadable, though his eyes betrayed the weight of his failure.

'Tend to your mongrel, Rin Tohsaka,' he said flatly. 'You’ll need her protection when next we meet.' And with that, he vanished, the faint golden light of his departure leaving the battlefield eerily quiet.You exhaled sharply, the tension in your shoulders easing. Turning fully toward Rin, you approached her with a mixture of caution and urgency.

'Are you hurt?' you asked, your voice losing its earlier venom. Rin scowled, crossing her arms despite the lingering tremor in her frame.

'I’m fine. Don’t act like you care now, after nearly leveling half the city.' Her words stung, but you couldn’t hide the concern etched on your face.

'I always care,' you said softly, stepping closer. 'You might not believe it, but everything I do is for you.' Rin’s glare faltered for a moment, but she quickly composed herself.

'Save the theatrics. If you really want to help, stop causing so much destruction. You’re no better than him.' Your expression hardened slightly at the comparison, but you bit back a retort. Instead, you extended a hand toward her, a silent offer of protection.

'Let me prove I’m different,' you said quietly. Rin hesitated, her eyes narrowing as if weighing your words. But before she could respond, the distant sound of an approaching skirmish reminded you both that the war was far from over.

'Fine,' she said reluctantly, brushing past you. 'But don’t think this means I trust you.' You followed her, your gaze lingering on her retreating figure. Inwardly, your resolve only deepened. Trust wasn’t something you would wait for. You would earn it—whether she wanted you to or not.

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The Tohsaka mansion was cloaked in silence, the soft creak of its wooden floorboards the only sound in the dimly lit hallways. Upstairs, Rin was asleep, her breathing steady after an exhausting day. You had stayed close to her room, keeping watch from the corridor to ensure no unwelcome surprises disturbed her rest. But as the clock struck midnight, a faint, familiar presence brushed against your senses. Your eyes narrowed. You descended the staircase silently, your hand resting on the hilt of a conjured blade—a fragment of the Mirror of Fates. The moonlight filtering through the tall windows illuminated a figure standing in the centre of the parlour, golden armor glinting faintly. Gilgamesh. The King of Heroes turned as you entered, his posture relaxed, but his crimson eyes burned with a quiet intensity. He stood without his usual arrogance, yet his presence still dominated the room.

'You,' you hissed, keeping your voice low to avoid waking Rin. 'What are you doing here?' Gilgamesh chuckled softly, his gaze trailing lazily across the room before settling on you.

'Do not flatter yourself, mongrel. I came not for you but for Rin Tohsaka.' Your grip on your blade tightened, and you stepped between him and the staircase.

'She’s asleep. You’ll leave her be, or you’ll regret stepping into this house.' Gilgamesh raised a brow, his smirk faint.

'How noble. You guard her as a knight might a princess, yet you fail to realise that your very presence endangers her.' His words struck a nerve, but you refused to show it.

'You’re the last person to lecture me about danger. Your arrogance killed your Master. Why don’t you crawl back to whatever hole you came from and lick your wounds?' For a moment, his expression darkened, and you thought he might summon a weapon from his Gate of Babylon. But instead, he closed the distance between you in a single stride, his crimson eyes locking onto yours.

'You presume much,' he said, his voice low and smooth, almost dangerous. 'You speak of wounds, yet I see them in you as well. Tell me, mongrel—does she even care for you as you wish she would?' The question caught you off guard, and the sharp edge of your anger dulled for a moment.

'That’s none of your concern,' you said tightly, though the uncertainty in your voice betrayed you. Gilgamesh’s smirk widened, his tone softening into something almost teasing.

'Ah, such devotion, yet so misplaced. You would burn the world for her, and yet she may never look at you the way you crave.' You glared at him, stepping closer until you were nearly nose-to-nose.

'Better to burn for something real than to live as an empty relic, clinging to a past that no longer exists.' His eyes widened slightly at your words, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he regained his composure.

'Empty, you say?' he murmured, his tone quieter now. 'Perhaps. But tell me, mongrel, what fills the void in your heart? Is it her, or is it the chase of an ideal you’ll never truly grasp?' The tension between you thickened, the charged silence broken only by the faint ticking of a nearby clock. Despite the venom in his words, there was something disarming in his gaze—an unexpected vulnerability that mirrored your own. 'You don’t know anything about me,' you said, though your voice lacked the conviction it carried moments earlier. Gilgamesh tilted his head slightly, his golden hair catching the moonlight.

'Perhaps I do not. But I know this: we are not so different, you and I. Both of us seek something eternal, yet we tread different paths to find it.' For a moment, the hostility between you wavered, replaced by an unspoken understanding. But just as quickly as it came, it was gone, his familiar smirk returning- only this time, it held a teasing curve that made your pulse quicken.

'Though I must say,' he continued, his voice low and smooth, 'I never expected to find such a fiery spirit beneath all that brooding devotion. It’s almost... charming.' You scoffed, though your cheeks betrayed you with the faintest warmth.

'Flattery isn’t going to make me drop my guard, King of Heroes.' Gilgamesh chuckled, the sound rich and velvety. He stepped closer, the space between you shrinking until you could feel the faint warmth radiating from him. "

'Who said anything about flattery? I’m merely stating the truth. Few would dare to face me so boldly, much less intrigue me in the process.' Your eyes narrowed, though your heart betrayed you by pounding louder with every passing second

'Intrigue? Is that what you call invading someone’s home uninvited?' He tilted his head, golden hair catching the faint moonlight as his smirk widened.

'Perhaps I was merely drawn to your light, like a moth to a flame. A dangerous flame, but alluring nonetheless.' You opened your mouth to retort, but his gaze held you captive, the playful arrogance in his eyes mingling with something deeper—something that made it impossible to look away.

'Careful,' you said finally, your voice quieter but still sharp. 'Keep this up, and I might think you’re trying to charm me.' Gilgamesh laughed softly, the sound resonating through the dimly lit room.

'Would that be so terrible?' he asked, his tone disarmingly casual but with a subtle, unmistakable edge of challenge. You stepped back slightly, forcing some distance between you even as his presence seemed to follow like a shadow.

'If this is your way of trying to get me to lower my guard, it’s not working.' He placed a hand over his heart in mock offense.

'You wound me. Perhaps I simply enjoy the company of someone who doesn’t bore me to tears. That’s a rare gift, after all.' You crossed your arms, determined to ignore the way his words made your chest tighten.

'If you’re done with your games, leave. Rin doesn’t need you here.' Gilgamesh leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper, as if sharing a secret meant only for you.

'Ah, but it’s not Rin who interests me tonight.' Your breath caught, but before you could respond, he straightened, his teasing grin firmly in place. His hands traced the hem of your underarmor cloth. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Gilgamesh's lips as he felt your reaction to his touch. He enjoyed the way your body responded to him, the way your breath hitched ever so slightly. His fingers continued to trail over the sensitive skin of your waist, his touch light as a feather.

'It seems someone is a little bit skittish,' he purrs, his eyes glittering with amusement. 'Afraid you can't handle a king's touch?'

'Of course I can,' I grit my teeth in annoyance, a wave of heat flowing over my body. Gilgamesh chuckled at your defiant response, his fingers tracing a path up to the bare skin of your upper arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

'Oh, I see,' he murmured, eyes smoldering as he leaned closer, invading your personal space. 'You think you're tough, do you? You think you can withstand a king's attention without flinching?' Gilgamesh's fingers continued to dance across your skin, tracing up to your neck, his touch leaving a trail of heat and electricity. He leaned even closer, his breath warm on your ear as he spoke.

'You'll cave, mongral. Every fibre of your being will submit to my touch.' Gilgamesh paused for a moment as your hands came to rest on top of his, a flicker of surprise passing over his face. However, he quickly recovered, a smirk returning to his lips. His fingers continued to move, tracing a lazy path over the exposed skin of your neck and shoulder.

'Hmm, so you're not as defiant as you seem,' he murmured, his voice husky with desire. Gilgamesh pulled you closer, his hips pressing against yours as the space between you disappeared. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you flush against his body. He leaned in, his lips hovering just millimeters from yours, his eyes hooded and burning with desire.

'Are you sure you're ready for this, mongral?' he murmured, his voice a heated whisper. Gilgamesh's smirk widened at your response, his grip on your waist tightening slightly.

'I can handle anything form you,' you grit through your teeth.

'Is that so?" he teases, his eyes raking over your face. 'You're so sure of yourself, aren't you? Let's see if you can keep up with a king's pace.' He leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. Gilgamesh's lips continued their exploration of your neck, peppering kisses and gentle nips along the sensitive skin. His hands slid down to your hips, holding you firmly against him as he pressed his body against yours. He could feel the heat radiating off of you, could practically taste the desire in the air. He relished in the way your breath hitched and your body reacted to his touch, a low growl of pleasure rumbling in his chest. Arousal rushed to your nether regions and Gilgamesh let out a low chuckle. Gilgamesh's teeth sank into the soft skin of your neck, leaving a trail of small, bite marks in their wake. He could feel the way your body responded to his touch, the heat and desire emanating from you. He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of you, a smug smile playing at the corners of his lips. 'Looks like someone's enjoying themselves,' he murmured, his voice low and sultry. Your hands clenched onto his soft under armor. As his hands begin to remove your cloths, the sound of feet padding down the carpeted stairs spurs your attention. Rin. Rin rounded the corner from the stairs, her eyes widening as she saw the scene before her. She froze in her tracks, her cheeks flushing slightly at the sight of Gilgamesh's hands on your body. Gilgamesh, however, remained unabashed, his gaze fixed on you as he continued to touch and tease. He turned to face Rin, a smirk plastered on his face. 'You know (y/n).. I am in need of a new master.' Rin's eyes flicked between you and Gilgamesh, her expression a mix of confusion and annoyance.

'What are you talking about?' she demanded, her voice sharp. Gilgamesh chuckled, his hands still resting on your hips.

Gilgamesh chuckled, the sound dark and amused, as his hands continued to rest possessively on your hips, his fingers brushing against your skin with a casual, almost mocking familiarity.

'Just making a little proposal,' he purred, his eyes roaming over Rin’s body with open appreciation as if she were admiring a rare artifact. 'I think this one would make a lovely new master.' Rin’s eyes narrowed dangerously, her fists tightening by her sides. '

'You think you can just waltz in here and—' you pipe up.

'Calm down, mongrel,' Gilgamesh interrupted, his voice smooth, carrying a dangerous charm. The words hit you like a slap, and you stepped forward, pushing against him lightly, though your body betrayed you with the heat still lingering in the space between you.

'Stop it,' you snapped, trying to shake off the lingering sensation of his touch. Gilgamesh only leaned in closer, his lips brushing the side of your ear as he whispered,

'There’s no need to be coy. I know how you feel.' He smirked, his fingers tightening subtly on your waist. 'I’ve seen the way your body responds to me. You can't fool me.' Rin took a step forward, her voice sharp and cutting,

'I don’t care what games you’re playing, Gilgamesh. If you’re trying to get under my skin, it’s not going to work.' Gilgamesh straightened up, his gaze flicking back to her, still filled with amusement.

'Oh, but it already has,' he said, the words a playful taunt that only fueled the tension between them. 'I simply thought it was time for a change. Your little... servant here is a bit too attached, don’t you think? Perhaps you should let go and see where the winds truly blow.'

The smugness in his voice grated against your nerves, but part of you couldn't help but feel the pull of his presence—the magnetic, dangerous allure that he always exuded. Rin's frustration was palpable, but she kept her composure, her eyes never leaving Gilgamesh.

'Keep dreaming, king. I won’t let you turn my servant into your plaything.' Gilgamesh’s eyes gleamed, clearly enjoying the tension he’d created.

'Who said anything about playthings? I’m offering a partnership—a chance for them to reach thier true potential.' His gaze flickered to you again, a knowing smirk creeping across his face. 'You’re too limited, little mongrel. There’s so much more I could offer.' Your heart raced, caught in the strange, dangerous allure of his words. But you gritted your teeth, pushing the temptation away.

'I don’t need anything from you, Gilgamesh. Especially not your offer.' He chuckled, the sound rich with amusement, as if he were savoring the moment.

'We’ll see. I always get what I want in the end.' With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, your body still tingling with the aftermath of his touch, and Rin’s sharp, wary gaze following his every movement. The golden king disappeared into the night, his arrogance lingering in the air like a suffocating shroud. You exhaled slowly, your lips curving into a faint, unsettling smile as the tingling sensation of his touch faded, replaced by something darker—something possessive. Rin approached, her brows knitted in concern and suspicion.

'What the hell was that about?' she demanded, crossing her arms, her gaze flitting between you and the faint golden shimmer on the horizon. You turned to her, your eyes sharp and glinting with a dangerous intensity.

'Why do you care, master?'you asked, your voice soft but laced with a venomous sweetness. 'Jealous, are we?' Her eyes widened, and she took a half-step back.

'Jealous? Of him? Don’t be ridiculous. I just want to know what you’re getting yourself into.' You tilted your head, a soft laugh escaping your lips, though it held no warmth.

'You’re so predictable, always trying to play the self-righteous protector. But you don’t need to protect me, Rin. If anything—' You stepped closer, closing the space between you two. '—you’re the one who needs protecting.' Rin stiffened, her eyes narrowing.

'What’s that supposed to mean?' You reached out, brushing a lock of her hair away from her face with a deliberate, almost tender motion.

'It means you should know your place,' you murmured, your tone dripping with dangerous affection. She slapped your hand away, her expression hardening.

'Get a grip, (y/n). You’re starting to sound as unhinged as he is.' Your smile widened, your gaze locking onto hers with an unyielding intensity.

'Unhinged? Maybe. But at least I know what I want. Can you say the same?' Rin's jaw clenched, her usual sharp retorts faltering as your words hung heavy in the air. The moment stretched, charged with tension, before you stepped back, your demeanor softening just enough to make her question if she’d imagined the edge in your voice.

'Relax, Rin,' you said with a dismissive wave of your hand, though your eyes still gleamed with an unsettling focus. 'I’m only looking out for you. After all...' You leaned in, your voice dropping to a near-whisper. 'It’d be such a shame if you got in the way and ended up broken.' Your hands moved back to her hips she gasped a little, about to blurt out some insult or another, but she closed her lips as your hands traced the hem of her short skirt. You leaned into her ear closely. 'You summoned me to protect you with my life, so I'll do that. I'll give you all of me.' You kissed her earlobe before dematerialising-perhaps chasing after Gilgamesh.

[joyride-time]

You might start wearing clothes around the house. A Softer World 239 edit.

[spitdrunken]

Jasmine and Primrose for Gilgamesh from Fate + Cypress and Gardenia for Venti from Genshin Impact!

p.s. you know who this is, i love you mwah

hiii babe <33 love u too!! thanks for sending me asks about characters you know nothing about, purely for my own self indulgence HAHAHA like i mentioned to u before, ive split ur ask into two since they're different fandoms!

Yandere Flower Themed Asks

Jasmine - How would this yandere use their status/money in their favor? 

The real question is: In what situations does he not use his wealth or status as an argument? His power as a Heroic Spirit is simply near unparalleled, and there's not much you can do to get away from it. He would've been king of the modern world, if it had been worthy of his rule. Because he sees current humans as weak and disposable, he wouldn't have any qualms about killing anyone you might be dependent on, until only he is left. Though, besides that, he believes that there are few people who could resist the opportunity of getting the taste of all the pleasures in the world, which is a thing only he can provide.

Primrose - In the yandere’s ideal world, what would their relationship with their darling be like? 

This is a difficult question to answer, because Gilgamesh himself doesn't know exactly what he wants. For him to be 'yandere', or in other words, so obsessed with someone that he couldn't possibly get bored of them, is something he cannot understand or accept. It goes against the kind of image he has of himself. What he thinks he wants is to possess you. What he tells himself, and what he tells you, is that he'll revel in the moment where you break down, and become fully his. In every sense of the word. But when he achieves this, who knows if he'll feel fulfilled?

[freya-fallen]

Yandere Kirei Kotomine and darling using she/her pronouns

CWs: obsessive thoughts, violent thoughts, creepy Kotomine, enabling Gilgamesh, religious iconography, sacriligious thoughts

Word count: 378

Yandere Kotomine is nothing like his servant/King Gilgamesh, despite the close bond the two share.

He delights not in the treasures of the world, but in destruction of all that is beautiful and good.

And you are the purest, most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

You come to his church one morning in a spotless white sundress. The sun behind you is a halo to your silhouette that nearly blinds him in its radiance. He sees a shapely outline and is immediately hungry for more. When the doors shut, your visage becomes apparent.

You're lovely. Your skin looks softer than rose petals and mouth is lusher than the wine used for communion at the Vatican.

His dark eyes flit over you throughout the sermon despite constant reminders he must not give himself away to the sheep. When the time comes, he longs to shove the cracker down her throat and make her choke around his fingers.

He does not give into temptation; Kirei is a man of great patience and self-control.

Over the next few weeks he learns much about her. Her confessions, even as she becomes more comfortable, are pathetic sins. She feels such guilt for unkind thoughts, and for her heavy past.

She finally unburdens herself to him, and he reads in her all that is lovely to him: cruelty that has scored to her soul, crushing violence, sorrow. Her spirit is porcelain, fragile and smooth and perfect.

"Do you want her, Kirei?" whispers the insidious voice at his ear. He faces crimson eyes that flit between him and the precious thing you are. "You should take her."

He hums thoughtfully and gazes at her again. She stands, smoothing her hands over her skirt. "Father Kotomine," she murmurs to get the attention that has been hers from the moment she stepped into his church. The use of his title in her voice never fails to stir him.

How would it sound while she sobs? While she's begging for mercy?

And how quickly could she repair herself after that? Would she be able to? Would she cover her soul in golden lines? Or would she remain shattered at his feet?

Either way, he intended to destroy her until she returned to the dust of creation.

[itsabouttimex2]

Plot twist: the moment d!reader is set free from both of the circles at the end of the journey, they dissapear into the night, never to be seen again...or not.

I'm sorry i just, as much as i love yanderes, i want to see them suffer. At least a bit.

Ps. You're an amazing writer and i really enjoy your fics. Also, you really helped in getting my friend into yandere, so thank you for that🙂

Taken Aboard:

Running Away

(I’m super glad that you enjoy my fics! And I’m glad your friends enjoys them, too! Yandere is a really fun trope to play with!)

So, in the case that you do pull a runner at the end of this long and arduous journey, Y/N… your biggest enemy is now yourself.

Because, as hard as you might have tried to fight it, you have been civilized. You have grown accustomed to society. You have started to care. This journey has changed and bettered you, as it has all your companions.

You are no longer a mere demon tending to monsters great and mighty, no more a child planting seeds and spreading spores.

You can’t ever go back to being the wild little creature you once were.

If you’ve ever read Gilgamesh, I’d say Enkidu is a good comparison for your development. After he’s been ‘civilized’ by Shamhat, Enkidu can no longer return to the home he knows and loves, the animals who once accepted him now fleeing on sight.

Now, if you leave before the journey’s end…

You run, devastated and distraught that so much of yourself is gone and lost, never to be reclaimed. The forest may not be the home you know, but some part of it is still familiar.

You purge the hunters and loggers who have taken up residence within the Emerald Grove, violently spilling their nourishing blood across the hungry soil, pitch their flesh into the mouths of ravenous beasts.

It doesn’t make you feel better- you know that at least some of these men and women were trying to feed themselves, their children.

But at least the forest is newly quiet, contented by a fresh meal, leaving you in peace to mourn.

As for hoping to ‘never being seen again’…

Sun Wukong’s Golden Vision has a little something to say about that.

Within hours he’s stalking back to the Emerald Grove in a huff, hauling his way up the tallest tree he can find and unhappily making his way over to you.

The Great Sage snatches you off the bark and tosses you over his shoulder, clambering down the tree as you kick and scream. You demand to be released and removed from the group, biting and pounding your fists agains his invulnerable back.

“Being naughty today, bud? Here I was, thinking you had finally gotten past this ‘running back home’ phase.”

“I am not a baby,” you scream, digging your teeth into the base of his spine with all your demonic might. “PUT ME DOWN!”

You manage to draw just a few drops of blood, not that it phases the simian. He doesn’t even seem to notice.

“You’re making things harder for all of us, you know that? And you keep setting us back with all the running away nonsense. But I had Master call a certain someone up to maybe settle this for us all, bud.”

Against your angry protests and endless assault does the Great Sage drag you back to camp, switching to hold you in his arms instead of over his back.

Immediately do your screams of anger turn to pained wails, the sound of a holy sutra hitting your ears. The blessed bands around your wrists tighten, scraping the skin they compress to rawness.

And before you stands not only the holy monk who tricked you into wearing these golden hoops, but the goddess who gave them to him.

“Sun Wukong, please place the child down,” she lightly instructs, her tone even and polite. “Might I speak to them for a moment?”

The Handsome Monkey King obeys, nudging your towards the goddess after he releases his grip on you.

Guanyin comes to you slowly, kneeling to take your face into her soft and gentle hands.

And you bite her.

“You- you call yourself a goddess,” you scream, fangs wet with her divine ichor. “Of mercy and compassion! But all you do is hand out tools of torture and punishment! I wanted to stay in my forest! I wanted to stay with my friends!” A hard shove, nearly knocking her over. “And you helped Sanzang take me away! You gave him these awful bands and he pretended they were gifts to get me to put them on! But they weren’t! And you let him! And now he uses them to hurt me! I hate you! I hate him! I hate all of you!”

Finally you collapse, sobbing openly into your hands.

Tang Sanzang watches in horror as heavenly blood feeds the ground, causing new and gorgeous growth to break from the soil, flowers blooming in massive clusters.

Wukong seethes that you could be so disrespectful to the one and only god he actually cares for, the only one he finds to be tolerable and kind.

Everyone else just recoils in both fear and hurt, your last words ringing painfully in the ears.

But Guanyin approaches once more, kneeling to level herself with you. There is no retribution or anger in her touch, placing a light kiss onto your forehead.

“You’re right, aren’t you? This journey has not been easy, nor has it been kind- and for you especially, perhaps it has been cruel. And I too, have been unkind to dabble in your affairs. Will you allow me to ease the burdens of your travel?”

From a silk pouch does she procure a mirror, pushing it into your shaking hands.

“My child, I give to you this heavenly mirror, which has been forged from blessed steel and holy sand melted to glass by dragonfire. To look upon it will show you your beloved forest, and all those you have left behind.”

———————————————————————-

Now, this is super important- Y/N’s involvement in the journey is incredibly unfair. The others come because they seek personal growth or redemption, but Y/N?

They had to come. They were tricked into thinking those golden tightening bands were gifts and eagerly asked Sanzang to help put them on, jumping up and down in excitement at receiving something so pretty. The only reason they agreed to wear these ‘generously’ gifted bands was because they thought it was an honest gift.

So there’s already a sense of betrayal about the whole thing, that their first gift from anyone was actually just a trap to pull them along on a lengthy and dangerous journey.

Then, where the others were either entirely willing (Sanzang) or had to redeem themselves for crimes or mistakes (Wukong), Y/N was forced to come along with their worst crimes being: fighting off invaders and killing poachers. And all for that, they are ripped from home and forced to leave behind everything they’ve ever known and loved.

And Guanyin does three things here:

1. Acknowledges your anger/sorrow.

2. Validates your feelings without hesitation.

3. Actively works to soothe them.

With the mirror in hand, you can look upon the Emerald Grove and see your old animal friends, know that they’re safe even without you, and put your fears to rest.

It’s not perfect.

But it’s a good start to get you to actually care about these pilgrims, given that you don’t spend every night in flurry of nightmares, thinking fitfully of your beloved forest.

[peripaltepsy]

♡] YANDERE SUMERIAN! [♡

♡》 Yandere Sumerian who makes you buy him as a slave.

♡》 Yandere Sumerian who helps you hide your valuables before the tax man comes.

♡》 Yandere Sumerian who takes you to the public execution and whispers how he's gonna do that to everyone who wronged you.

♡》 Yandere Sumerian who smears cow shit on the houses of people whom looked at you a little too long.

♡》 Yandere Sumerian who learns to write so he can make you love clay tablets, but doesn't teach you to read because he can recite them aloud and frankly, you don't need to be reading anyone else's clay tablets.

♡》 Yandere Sumerian who kills Ea-Nasir for selling you fake copper.

♡》 Yandere Sumerian who gifts you a two-headed figurine that worryingly looks like you two stitched together.

♡》 Yandere Sumerian who sacrifices his best livestock to your matron goddess just to impress you.

♡》 Yandere Sumerian who locks you inside because you keep over-working on the fields. LET HIM DO IT FOR YOU.

♡》 Yandere Sumerian who sings to you about how future generations will remember your love story forever... as you die from skin cancer and then he poisons himself.

"Darling, my love for you is greater than Gilgamesh's fame~ ♡"

[hakusins]

Fate for the fandom ask!

WEH THANK YOU ANON!!!!!! I haven't spoken about Fate in a while so this is'll be fun :DD !! because the Fate series is large and vast, i'll just stick to the one that i'm most familiar with, which is Fate Grand Order!

send me a fandom!

Favourite Female: now i have the opposite problem here, but if i have to choose one, it'd be Ereshkigal !!! she's super duper cute and the best girl! also because of the many AUs my friend and I love to make, she's grown on me! (i'm never beating the blond liker allegations)

Favourite Male: IS THIS EVEN A QUESTION AT THIS POINT !!!!!! OF COURSE IT'D BE MY BABYGIRL, MY WIFE, THE KING OF HEROES, THE FIRST HEROIC SPIRIT !!!!!!!!!! THE KING OF BABYLONIA HIMSELF !!!!!!!!!!!!! i love all his versions unconditionally, they are all my wives.

3 Other Favourite Characters:

OH THERES TOO MANY!!! I can't just list another three and cover all of them but if I really have to choose HJBEBFH!!

I have a soft spot for Arthur Pendragon (Prototype), he's just so cute to me... plus I do ship him and archer!Gil, so thats one of the reasons why i love him so much HJREBFHJERF. (Still holding out for his alter version in game)

The next one is everyone's favourite sussy big brother !! MERLIN!!! I honestly think he's so cool, and I wish FGO explores him more!!! But in the same time, i think his vague story kind of opens him up to a lot of interpretations, which is fitting for his lore!!

Uhh uh uh uh uh, shit I'm gonna have to put in Charlie for this one !!! he's literally my boyfriend, i can't just NOT put him on the list at some point !!! i honestly didn't know what was all the hype about him until i played fate CCC, and then i got so attached and cried when i reached the end of the story. LIKE BRO????? so yes now I have him on fgo, and im so happy im gonna grail him as soon as the next lottery event comes around!!

3 OTPs: Pusagil/Arthurgil, Mergil and uh uh uh uh Lucigil!! (Lucius Tiberius x Gilgamesh). These are all quite random but I promise you guys this, they do make sense in my head!!!! so thats all that matters!!!

Notp: Anything that involves top!Gil :(((( usually gets blocked by me hjbRBEFRF

Funniest character: Everyone has caused me to laugh eventually, but I'm gonna say it's a tie between Cu and Gil !!! Especially Cu during Carnival Phantasm has caused me immense abdominal pain HERFJHREF

Prettiest character: OHH this is a bit hard, since there's so many that's actually pretty in my eyes!!! But if I have to choose, it's definitely Jeanne!!! She caught my eye when I played Orleans for the first time and now with her new animation update, I'm gonna try to get her!! (hopefully HBJERF)

Most Annoying Character: BB. I really don't like BB. I like all the other Sakurafaces though, its just that.... BB is so annoying.

Most badass character:

UUGHHH THERE'S SO MANY CHARACTERS THAT ARE BADASS!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm in love with so so so many !!! Especially from the Lostbelt Arc, like there's so many characters that were so badass and it just has my jaw on the floor. But if I really must choose,,, I guess I'll mention my favourite 4* !! my favourite FtM lancer, Caenis !!!

Character I’d like as my BFF:

OH THERES SO MANY!!! I'd say all of them would make such nice friends !!! But if I have to choose uhh, I'd say HaoHao!! (Yang Guifei~!) she's so super duper cute!!!!

Female Character I’d Marry: Siduri. NO ONE TOUCH ME, I WANT TO MARRY MISS SIDURI!!!! I LOVE MISS SIDURI OKAY!!!!! but alas, because of her..... condition .... i think the most ideal woman to marry would be Queen Morgan herself. Sure, she's a bit yandere, but at least she'd treat me right!

Male Character I’d Marry: CHARLIE MY LOVE <3 <3 <3 <3 when I say he's my boyfriend I do mean it JHERBFBHJERF we will be wed one day i promise this

Character I hate/dislike/least like: If I ever see Beryl, ITS ON FUCKING SIGHT !!!!!!!! I WILL THROW THE PUNCHES FIRST !!!

[yakdeculture]

Fate/Extra CCC Review

As a note: I picked Tamamo as my servant (The other choices were Nero, Gilgamesh, and Archer (yes that Archer). And I got the Tamamo ending and the CCC ending.

Not gonna talk much about the gameplay. It’s more or less a bit better version of the original game, but it still keeps the rock paper scissors system of the original so if you fucking hated the gameplay of the original extra it’s not like this one is going to win you over. That said, the story and characters? Dude what the hell. Gatou was like, a random dude was just kind of there in the original game and then he's obsessed with Arcueid and then he dies. In this one they actually manage to make him a real character who’s worth mentioning and actually pretty interesting. The formula of the game also really helps with this. Each chapter features a different character as an antagonist who we get to actively explore their background and character quirks (in chapter 1? The proulouge? I cant remember. But anyways you start with doing 2 at the same time, but they’re Rin (yes, Rin from Stay/Night is in Extra, she’s mostly the same character with some very minor changes in character) and Rani, both of whom are returning characters you’re likely already familiar with from the first game so its a nice easy introduction to how things are gonna go. To be honest I was tired so I went to bed and now that I’m coming back to write this I completely lost my train of thought. Fuck

Ummm anyways they do a crazy job of making the characters likable all the new characters are pretty interesting (I guess the alter egos are like “worst” characters of the new ones because they’re like. Just specific aspects of Sakura? Personally I think they’re fun but I would understand if you didnt think they were good characters), BB is a way better reimaging of what ‘Dark Sakura’ is and can mean, Honestly Kiara is just funny to me she’s so horny she does not give a fuck if people are dying, Jinako seems like a character that would be a complete disaster. Historically chubby girls in anime/videos games/whatever are just there to be made fun of and if they’re “lucky” they get to be skinny the epilouge. Jinko gets to escape this because while she is a fat nerd loser with no friends and pretty much everyone makes fun of her for it they are still pretty nice to her and also her depression levels are just off the charts its completely bonkers. The returning characters from Extra are all as good if not better than before. Maybe expect Rin and Rani for Rin it doesn’t really matter because its Rin and everybody loves Rin so she can just do her stichick forever without any innovation and nobody would care but Rani doesn’t really have much to work with because in Extra the routesplit is basically just you picking your heroine between Rin and Rani so like you have a whole thats pretty focused on Rani and her homunculus shit and whatnot but in CCC you just get both of the them the whole time so Rani doesn’t get a whole lot to work with just in the sense that even if you’ve played Extra you get a lote more Rin Affinity (or at least I did because I’ve read/played Stay/Night, HA, FGO, etc.) Leo and Julius are also kind of side characters in this but they play a new role in this game that's interesting to see them in so we’ll let it slide.

Anyways, what I have to give major credit to this game for is making a story about Sakura be actually like. Fucking good. In the original Stay/Night, IMO Sakura kind of sucks ass. She’s has kind of the opposite problem of Kohaku in Tsukihime so instead of giving her whole ass backstory away in the route right before hers leaving her with nothing to work with they instead just almost completely take her out of every single other route so you barely spend any time with her and don’t really get connected with her. Then when you finally get to her route, she’s yandere for a guy who sucks (Shirou fans I will not be debating you. Drown in your ideals and

Heaven’s Feel Sakura and Dark Sakura is a cool idea, and it clearly had potential because they basically tried it again. But this time instead of a girl not being able to have a normal life/love or whatever she would’ve said her deal was because she was sold to the Matou’s and put in the eroge torture pin and filled with grail mud now she’s an AI meant to support the masters, but “another version” of her has gone rouge and seems to have emotions, and is for some reason obsessed with the protagonist….

Speaking of the protagonist, I think Hakuno is an interesting case. Personally, while I know stuff like manga adaptations and the Last Encore anime and whatever uses male Hakuno, I don’t think anyone who knows me enough to feel like reading this is going to bother to pick male Hakuno so the choice might not even be there so for this section we are going to just pretend male Hakuno doesn’t exist. Anyways, she’s an interesting case because in BOTH games she’s an amnesiac. In Extra she doesn’t remember anything from before the grail war, and in CCC everyone starts off with no memories of their time in the Near Side, but when everybody gets their memories back she still doesn’t get anything back really. That said, it’s not like Hakuno has no character but they are certain fairly plain. They are the classic like well even if I’m average in every way I won’t give up and I do will everything I can to help my friends and you know what its pretty good. No voice acting or anything so for her so it’s not perfect but like for a silent protag I think they did pretty good. Definitely plus they just let you be a lesbian and Hakuno’s relationship with Sakura is actually pretty cute honestly, So if you are a Sakura hater but you’re like me or you thought something like “Well if Sakura was a lesbian actually she would be good” then play this game. If you haven’t played the original Extra honestly just go ahead and watch the cutscenes on youtube if you need a quick yuri fix

[yandere-romanticaa]

I unintentionally made this a lot softer than planned but that's just the kind of effect he has on me...

"Mongrel."

The king addressed you directly, his usual grin plastered across his face as he lazily sat on the throne, the very silhouette of it casting a long and dark shadow across the throne room, a shadow you'd often find yourself hiding in. Gilgamesh knew this and he would never allow you to stay in it for too long.

"Step out into the light."

Ah there it was, the inevitable request that always forced you out of your comfort zone. Why couldn't your king leave you be? The war council had finished ages ago and it was the time to rest - why was he denying you this? Just as you were about to voice your opinion out loud Gilgamesh stopped you before you could even utter a single word.

"That was not a request, cease this ludicrous behavior and stop hiding from me."

He was ordering you now? Well shit, you really must have pissed him off but you could not figure out how for the life of you. With your shoulders slumped you kept your head low, a sign that you were listening as you approached him and kneeled. Instead of him reprimanding you he started to laugh in amusement as he looked down at you, his red eyes positivity gleaming like the rarest of rubies. The sun shined high above him, making him look more like a god if anything else.

"I do not understand what his highness finds so entertaining but I do wonder if you've caught a heat stroke of sorts." you chided as you desperately tried to hide the confusion in your voice.

"It's your attitude, my little mongrel. Is a King not allowed to look at his subject without question?"

"With all do respect Your Highness but you never do anything without a reason."

Another chuckle from him, another sigh from you.

"The sun burns high up in the sky and it's more humid than usual. Please do not exert yourself too much, my King."

My heart burns brighter than the sun itself, Gilgamesh thought to himself.

He liked it when you called him that, your King. Hearing those words come out of your mouth felt like a breeze on a hot summer day, something that soothed him immensely. The man was displeased with how often you hid yourself, anger bubbling in his chest at the thought that he couldn't see you as much as he wanted you. The end of the world was near, it's natural that he wishes to see the things he loves for one last time.

You didn't need to know that, of course. If you knew just how much he favored you there was a strong possibility that it would go to your head. Therefore, King Gilgamesh did whatever he could, and however he could, to keep you by his side as much as humanly possible.

Even as the world burns and the stars from the sky threaten to fall, his affections would follow until the bitter end of time.

[harmonysanreads]

Ho, is you Gilgamesh?

(want him)

He is SO Gilgamesh — the armor, the tattoos, the frown, the colors shshdjdkk Absolute shame that they didn't hire Gilgamesh's Japanese voice actor for Mydei though, that would've been perfect 😔

[married-to-google-translater]

yandere gilgamesh x male reader

Yandere Gilgamesh (Archer)

Whether you are a man, a woman or a neuter Gilgamesh is still a really dominating yandere.

Because Gilgamesh counts you as one of his treasures.

It is really not possible to discuss this.

Gilgamesh is also relieved that you cannot have children.

( I don’t think this man would want to share his partner with anyone. Greedy bastard. )

Kidnapping happens really fast.

Gilgamesh can't stand the thought of other people touching his "property".

But he is gracious and gives you time to adjust to the new situation.

Awesome 24 hours at the end of which you have to know the rules and obey him.

If you obey him your life can be really wonderful.

Gilgamesh would give you a lot of gifts.

The penalties would be mostly really humiliating.

Remember that Gilgamesh is a living fossil and it would be important for him to show his power over you.

So are you ready to live with the dominant yandere fossil?

I hope you answered yes because you have no other options.

[ddarker-dreams]

GILGAMESH YANDERE HEADCANNONS??? PERIODDDDD

WOOO LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO here's my rough first attempt at figuring this man out

Gilgamesh:

He’d rather not acknowledge the unfortunate reality that he’s found himself invested in you — it’s a major blow to his pride. Gilgamesh believes that he’s above almost everyone he interacts with. That means he’s going to do his best to stuff these budding feelings down as far as they’ll go. It feels too vulnerable, too human, to form genuine attachments to others. So he won’t have it. 

His demeanor changes ever so slightly in your presence. The jabs that he directs toward you feel more pointed, rather than the indifferent way he’d tear others down for his amusement. What he points out is information someone would need to be very intimate with you to know. The more you dwell on this, the faster you’ll come to the conclusion that he’s been observing you very closely. He knows too much for you to think of any other explanation. 

One of the most possessive yanderes there is. Gilgamesh wouldn’t listen to any reasoning you have, no matter the amount of tears you shed; he despises others interacting with you. This means next to no sense as it’s not like he’s kind to you anyway, so why should he care? Posing this question to him would only make matters worse, something you’ll have to unfortunately learn from experience. Pointing out the contradictions in his erratic behavior never ends well. 

No sweet words come from his tongue for you, not without it being a double-edged sword. Once he acknowledges his interest, there’s no going back, he will pursue you until you surrender. He will make you into his spouse. Breaking you down is what he’s looking forward to most, the more futile resistance you offer, the more entertainment he’ll have. 

You’re lavished in luxury from the ages: his spouse can only wear the most becoming outfits and partake of the best food and wine. He’ll dress you to his liking, insisting that you’ll have an easier time if you comply, because he simply will not take no for an answer. You can do it willingly or you can make things difficult, it’s your choice. The end result is always the same. 

Anyone who so much as looks in your general direction would be maimed or killed. You are for his viewing pleasure only, and his patience is thin; he doesn’t offer much in the way of warnings. He doesn’t try and hide you either. It’s just an unspoken rule that others must scramble to adapt to if they value their lives. 

[not-shamhat]

Is it just me or is Enkidu absolutely the type of little shit to use Master’s chest as a pillow and purposefully make eye contact and give a shit eating grin to anyone they can? Because I could see it.

I personally don’t think Enkidu (OG personality at least) would care enough about Guda to bother goading other Servants like that? Just the private MyRoom flirting only bc they’re bored/want that extra mana ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Kidu themself gets pretty violently possessive when it comes to Gil so…