#yandere given

[midnightlee25]

Random Yandere Headcanons: Do they actually call their darling “darling”?

Morisuke Yaku: 

He would probably just call them by their name but as time goes on or in softer moments (or when they’ve been good) he will use more simple pet names such as dear or other simple nicknames. 

Kenjiro Shirabu: 

90% of the time he just calls them by their name. Any other time he will just use a very simple nickname, most likely one they already have. 

Misaki Yata: 

He would stick to their name as much as he can unless they specifically told him that they could use a nickname that they either already have or ones that they are ok with and even in harsh moments he would really only say their name and not any other name. 

Sharyu (Misaki Yuuki): 

She doesn’t use cutesy names, but they aren’t simple either and there will be quite a few of them that she uses. dear, honey and sweetheart are some examples of what she will use. 

Mafuyu Sato: 

He will stick with their name because he likes saying their name, but he will use any nicknames if they want him to/ suggest any. 

[tinni404]

[appleblueberry-pie]

Yandere Toji Fushiguro Concept

Concept: Broke Toji obsessed with you.

Toji was everywhere, all at once. He was a balance between the good and the bad. At both his lowest and highest, he had nothing to his name that he would proudly tell off was his. When he was in the Zen'in clan, he was worthless, nothing to his name but his body and seemingly useless mind, no matter how much money he was provided with. When he was on the streets, doing assassinations to make enough money to get by, he would spend it all in his own flurry of pleasure. Essentially, in both of his lives he was nothing. Yet, he was defiant. Only he could tell you how many times someone tried to gain his trust just to stab him in the back. Only he could relay how people played kiss-ass for so so long, only to toss him out of their home and mind. Only he could state how many invisible monsters he had to let mangle him just to bring himself back to his own feet.

He doesn't know a damn thing about the jujutsu world or even the real world. But if there was one thing he could say confidently, it is that no one ever gave a single fuck about him. No one. But he never seemed to be able to die. Or even move. No one could reach him, even if he had 2 pennies in his back pocket. No one could match his power if they wanted to. The Zen'in misogynist could only dream of being anything similar to him, and he never got there. Toji was nothing and everything. That balance. He flourished in his own twisted way. But it's not like he cared what would happen, anyways.

That's what he would've said if it wasn't for the hot, one thousand needles that sunk deeper into his cold, dead heart every time he attempted to deny his fate of meeting you. He remembers when he first started working with the shitty organization that pays him. He always wanted to strangle the two men behind the front desk that tried to negotiate the price on his paycheck that was supposed to be finalized. He always left with a little less than he was supposed to receive. That building would've been burnt to the ground by his hands if it wasn't for your sexy ass always strolling past him in your little work uniform. Your little shoes clacking as you pass by, your beautiful legs that he wanted to touch, your ass, your neck, your face that he couldn't stop staring at. Toji always got there when you clocked out of your shift, and he realizes why the two jackasses fuck him over out of his money. You were a huge distraction, more of one than he was willing to admit. Whenever you pass the three arguing, Toji always made sure to greet you when you walk out, giving his most "innocent" smile he could to you. You would beam back at him and even wave, your scent rewriting his brain chemistry and making his cock twitch. He wanted you all to himself, but for now, he'd control himself.

It's not like he was stalking you. Not like he would snatch his money-filled envelope and follow you back to your car. Not like he took assassination missions around your city in hopes of seeing you in the crowd of thousands of people walking around. Not like he threatened the people that paid him to give all of your personal information to him so he could stalk you more than he already was.

But it was never enough. Even if he had your address and would stroke himself in front of your window that gave him direct access to your bedroom, even he followed you to and from work everyday, stalked your socials and pretended to be someone else just to talk with you, it wasn't like having you right there. He needed to feel you, touch you, hear you more, see you more. It almost made his skin crawl when he realized some people are seeing you for almost 8 hours a day when he was left with crumbs of you. He felt embarrassed. He felt ashamed, humiliated, vulnerable and felt that same thick passion rush through his veins: it really makes him SWEAT when he accidentally admits to himself for the 15,000th time that day that he is so fucking in love with you.

And he knew that he would never be the man that you wanted. Broke, fucking homeless, a shitty personality and a sly tongue. The type of person a regular woman would shame for even having the audacity of showing themselves in the light of day. He killed and often dragged himself back to the place he could barely call a living space meant for people just to do it all over again in the morning. He couldn't take it anymore. But still, he did another mission. A horrible one, really. But it was worth sitting in an alleyway, cold, hungry, and in excruciating pain when you found him close to death, laying against the wall of some random building.

"Oh my god!!!" You exclaimed as you ran up to Toji, scared to touch his wounds, but knowing you had to do something. "No," He said, shaking his head slowly. "Leave me." You stuttered in fear, wrapping one of his arms around the back of your neck to attempt to lift him to his feet. "I can't just- just leave you here! You're bleeding out, and dying, and-" You grunted as you managed to slowly pull him to his feet, turning around to drag him out of the alleyway. He stared down at you as you rounded the corner, your place only half a block away. "You need to leave me here. Just go home and go to sleep, doll. I'll be fine." His deep voice sounded scratchy as he spoke. You tried so hard to ignore the blood seeping through your clothes and even falling down his soaked shirt. You couldn't leave him like this. "I've been through worse. Shit is like nothing to me."

You looked over at him in worry at his words, knowing this is already crossing many lines for you. This wasn't that bad?? You couldn't even imagine what else he could've gone through. Toji was in heaven currently. He was practically rubbing against you as you both walked, if he let his head hang enough, he'd feel your warm breath on his forehead. He wanted so badly to stay like this with you, letting his open wounds rub against you, but he wanted you to be safe. And you can't be safe like this. Not with him around.

Toji felt his heart leap with joy when you opened your front door, bringing him to your couch to drop him. This place was so much nicer now that he was inside of it. Everything. Everything smelled like you. Everything was placed in places it felt like you would put them. And you were here to take care of him to. He didn't know whether to let you take care of him, or just take over entirely, keeping you locked up in your own house and let him take care of you. He decided to let you just do what you want. He didn't want you to be scared of him, because it seemed like you really wanted him around at the moment, reasonably so. So, for now, he'll see how long this heaven will last until he has to take the reigns.

[I genuinely wanted to write more for this, but like I don't know how to continue the story without making it sound corny. I physically felt my writing become bad as I was writing this, so i stopped there. I like what I have going on here, so if anyone has oneshot ideas based on how i characterized him here, send some in.]

[ddarker-dreams]

the word that best describes yan scaramouche is greedy.

he consumes your every waking moment. this is by design — if your respite was to be found outside him, then he'll deprive you of it. it isn't enough for him to reappropriate your future or lord over you in the present. your past is subject to his scrutiny as well. he dislikes that you existed before he entered your life. it's irrational and he knows it, which irritates him to no end. his emotions are loud, cacophonous interlopers that overrule reason. you push him to extremes but he does little to resist the shove.

this version of you, roughly visualized from hearsay, exists beyond his control. all the power in the world couldn't undo your first crush, first kiss, first love. lightning can't transcend the boundaries of space and time to smite those who brought you happiness he can never replicate. you may be isolated from the outside world, unable to rebel against him outright, yet watching you smile over some memory hurts worse than if you were to tear him limb from limb.

how will he ever compare? so long as you know that you deserve better, he'll never have your heart, he'll only serve as its warden. your past is why you hate him, yet your past is why you're you. erasing that would require erasing the person he cherishes most. it's frustrating; it's humbling.

perhaps you'll never physically be free of him. still, your capacity to wish for escape means you'll never belong to him in your entirety.

[lan90]

Rowen has a sister — what if she was equally as strange as him?

[heartfullofleeches]

Yandere: What the hell do I have to do to get you to love me! I've stalked you for years, ruined and even ended the lives of the people you don't like, showered you in gifts. What do you want from me??? My devotion? Cause you already got that. Want me to show you my tits? My blo-

You: Yea

Yan: What?

You: You heard me.

[Yan stares at you confused, mainly as to why their heart is beating so fast]

You: put on a maid outfit too

[yanderelinkeduniverse]

Afternoon one of (y/n)‘s modern fandom 101 classes

Hyrule, who was having some trouble with the concept: Oh! They call them “ships” cause of relation-ships!

Four, who got it almost immediately: What did you think it meant???

Hyrule:

Hyrule: boat

For context:

[saccharinosis]

HI I ASCENDED AT THE INFINITE HOODIES MC DRAWING AAAA CAN I PLEASE FIGHT LOVEL FOR MC'S HAND IN MARRIAGE? -🗝️

This started out as a single image sketch and then grew more and more out of hand BUT AAAAAAA THANK YOU (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡ unfortunately your MC is in another castle

[nana2009]

i love the way you draw dave and dove. with your that sweet dilf and yandere things. that make me wild really.

ps. it adds a thrill to my otherwise mundane life. i won't hesitate to pay for your art. it keeps me hooked noway to out lamo

thank you dearest! i am glad to be able to cheer you up ^_^ also hehhehe yandere dave is a bittersweet dilf, he cares for the kid but there's some.....complicated feelings involved in all of it. confusing stuff

plus this milf dove from a few months ago :X

[midnightlee25]

Yandere Valentine’s Day L.O.V.E: Nakayama Haruki

Love letters: how would they confess to their darling? 

There are a few ones he would try having different backs up just in case. 

Optimistic: How would they react to their darling giving them something on valentine’s Day? 

He would be so happy getting anything from his darling. 

Victor or Runner-up: how would they react if their darling accepted or rejected their confession? 

Accepting: 

It would be a dream come true for him finally having his darling after so long. 

Rejecting:  

He would be heartbroken at that moment but after falling deeper into his delusion will think there is something wrong and will try to fix it. (Whether there is a real preamble or not.) 

Event: how would they spend valentine's day with their darling? 

As cozy and romantic as possible, like an outing that has that romantic feel to it. 

[aro-in-danyl]

Alastor as a "Gift from God" AU part 2

I'll have you know it is very difficult to write from the POV of God so you get Roo instead. I had to look up bible verses for this.

PART 1 here.

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On the day of the first extermination cleanse.

When the first sinner was slain, Roo felt the soul attempt to rise. A fruitless endeavor, for their sinful deeds in life and in death ensured her roots bound the severed pieces of the soul to her.

Foolish angels, in culling the herd and stifling even the thought of rebellion, they only made her stronger. Roo tightened her vines around the soul and attempted to drag it down, down through the 7 rings, and to her.

Attempted, because before she even got past the Pride Ring, a stronger force yanked the soul upwards. Enraged and in disbelief she tightened her hold around the other souls being slaughtered by the dozens, but each and every time they were ripped from her grasp.

At the end of the day, when the exorcists were flying up and away from the slaughter, the portal to Heaven opened and Roo latched onto the connection and demanded an explanation.

"Have you gone back on your word?" her tone was taunting but her desperation and anger festered, "These souls are mine. Their punishment is meant to be eternal!"

Roo did not expect a response, God had not spoken to her since The Beginning, and God had no foothold in hell - usually. Today, apparently, was an exception.

God spoke to her, "My creations all return unto me in The End regardless. You know I cannot bare to be separated forever."

Roo did not buy this, "What ever happened to 'Depart from me, you who are cursed' was that not written?"

"Said by a King, not I." God refuted.

"But within your holy text." Roo sniped, "You reward their sin, their rejection of you, by accepting them back with open arms?"

"If you think that is what will happen to those who reject me twice, you know me not at all." And perversely, Roo felt relieved at this admission. "The righteous will have eternal life, the sinful - upon second death - nothing."

"And keeping them from me was merely a happy coincidence?" Roo felt emboldened, God must see her as a bigger threat than she thought, "To twist the meaning of your eternal punishment to exclude me, why I'd almost call that a quality worthy of a demon."

The portal, which had only been open seconds, pulsed with the force of God's anger.

Roo laughed. "You fear me enough to risk your angels falling into my grasp once again. Do you think this latest stunt of yours will keep me weak forever?"

"My angels have learned to evade you since then."

"Careful there." Roo feigned concern, "Anymore hubris and I'll have to save you a seat in Pride. I could put you next to your favorite child, wouldn't that be nice?"

God ignored the taunt, "I know your roots grow stronger on Earth. More fall to you everyday. Faster than even my best angels can catch them."

Roo smiled at the admission. To have her work acknowledged by the being who created everything, everything that would someday be corrupted and belong wholly to her.

God continued, "It is a testament to your strength that The End may be sooner than I thought."

Roo stopped cold. Her strength came from corrupting the creations of God, but if there was nothing to corrupt...

Ah. She thought. Nothing truly is an eternal punishment.

"Unless," God hedged. "We come to an arrangement?"

Suddenly the reason for God's desire to converse with her made sense. Here she was, weakened from the loss of over a hundred damned souls, from an event that would become a yearly occurrence. Here God was, with the threat of The End poised upon their fingertips, attempting to force her compliance.

And it was working.

But God had shown their hand too early, "How utterly demonic of you! You want to compromise with me? To reason with me?" She used her roots to trip a flailing exorcist trying to remove its spear from a corpse just because, "What can you offer me?"

"I will not hasten The End before its time." God stated, as if the threat of nothing was enough now that she knew God wanted something from her that they could not get themselves.

"You do not want to destroy everything you've created; you want it even less than I do. What is it you desire?"

The last few exorcists were getting ready to return via the portal, their clothes splatted in shade of red and an abundance of gore. They had yet to develop a tolerance to the violence they were perpetuating. Roo knew, just as God did, that many of the angels after slaughtering their first few sinners, had ripped their helmet off and vomited in disgust and despair.

Roo could feel their shock, their inner turmoil, their sense of righteousness, their loyalty to heaven. With time, and more exterminations cleanses, they would learn to enjoy the bloodshed. Or they would break. Such was the way of war.

"I wish to create a gift for Lucifer," God began, "A gift that will challenge him, embolden him, and remain by his side."

Lucifer! Why did it always come back to him? Around them, the corpses of the damned littered her domain never to rise again, God's angels grappled with the weight of their heavenly duty, and her influence weakened for the first time in decades. And yet it was Lucifer that made God lower themselves to speak with her!

Roo reigned in her rage, "And what does that have to do with me?"

"I am creating something unlike anything I've ever created before." God directed her attention back to the weak angel who'd finally pulled their spear from a corpse, "Immune to angelic destruction. Stronger than a thousand sinners, with the potential to stand against my Archangels, capable of vengeance and retribution."

Roo salivated. "And you're sending it here." Roo let the last of the shattered souls in her grasp go, not even paying attention as it shot upwards and away. "You'd create such a thing and put in my hands the instrument of your demise?"

"Which is why I appear before you. You know sin more intimately than I. So I implore you to cast off a piece of yourself for this gift and I shall do the same."

"And what is this gift?" The exorcist was attempting to clean the gore from the spear and failing. "And why should I give you anymore of myself when you've already taken so much?"

"A human soul."

"You intend to create a soul destined to hell before its first sin and gift it to the being who prizes free will above all else. Do you imagine he will thank you?" Roo didn't care about Lucifer's feelings regarding this gift, she couldn't wait to see the fallout actually, but she couldn't help but point out the obvious.

"No," God said, "he will not. As for you, this soul will bring a new age upon your realm. They will be The Avenger of the worthy. And a nightmare to everyone else."

"Do not repay anyone evil for evil," Roo quoted. "Is that why you need me? You want to avoid going against your own words, so you seek to blame me instead."

She did not give God time to respond, "But you still haven't told me what I gain. What do I care for this promised 'new age' or so-called Avenger when I am still trapped?"

"And that is my bargain," God attempted to comfort one of the angels weeping over a small sinner's corpse but their touch fell short. Seems they did not have power over anything in her realm but exorcised souls, she mused.

"With a piece of us both, this soul will have a direct link to us in a way no fully mortal being has before."

Roo would've gasped if she was capable of breathing, "Speak plainly!"

"They could free you."

"What's the catch? Why would you give them this power?" She could hardly believe it. It was too good to be true.

"You have the chance to be free. But you must convince this soul to do so of their own free will, knowing fully the consequences of your freedom." Roo dismissed this, she was The Root of Sin for a reason, and this soul was destined for her realm anyway.

"You are forbidden from interfering with their life before hell. And you must find this soul yourself once they fall."

A minor setback, but the call of freedom was strong. Still, she was not so blinded by this opportunity that she wouldn't ask, "And what, do you, The Almighty God, gain from this bargain?"

"A hellborn will become your greatest adversary, they will attempt to redeem sinners and remove them from your grasp." The portal to Heaven began to close.

"And should they succeed, your chance to convince The Avenger will begin to close. And you will never know freedom."

"A time limit!" She should've known they wouldn't play fair, "How long?"

They turned her attention to the newly built Tower in the center of the Pentagram. The timer below flipped through the numbers at record speed until it hit 365. "Seven full moons after the clock strikes zero for the last time. Do we have an agreement?"

God's voice was strong as ever, but the portal was now only the size of a quarter. Roo knew manipulation and this reeked of it, how clever of God to wait until the last moment to share all the details when she had so little time to think of it.

"When in hell, you use the proper term." Roo pretended to scold them. She reached out to the fading tendrils of God and sunk her thorns in as deep into the connection as she could.

"We have a deal."

[werewolf-cuddles]

I suppose this was inevitable. That big fuck-up a few months back really did put the Crush Crush devs in an awkward position.

Removing Ayano from the game entirely wouldn't have been feasible, despite there being multiple calls for the developers to do so, so replacing her with an expy was probably the best possible outcome here.

And now we know why it took the developers so long to respond to the allegations. Re-doing her art, and re-writing and re-recording dialogue to use her new name, that must have taken a while.

[ddarker-dreams]

OMG YOUR ALIVE PLZ ANYTHINT CHROLLO IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH I NEED THIS MAN AND I NEED HIM FROM YOU PLEASE IM BEGGING ALL I WANT IS FOR THIS MAN TO KIDNAP ME AND HOLD ME AND KISS MY TEARS AWAY PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

dealer's choice ???? let's GOOOOOOOOOO

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Chrollo's noticed a peculiar habit of yours.

Normally, you do your best to avoid him as if he were a leper who would pass on the disease seconds after coming into contact with you. While he's been working to mitigate this, none of his efforts have borne fruit. Yet. You continue to act like the air around him is a biohazard, no matter the amount of charm he exudes.

This is your modus operandi except for on one occasion, where you actually seek him out, and not the other way around.

Every morning, after breakfast has been consumed, he goes to the vanity in the suite master bedroom to shave. You never trail far behind. While he gets his straight razor out, you situate yourself on the corner of the bed. You then seek his counsel on all sorts of matters. Asking his thoughts on the movie you watched last night, the latest book he's been reading, or the geography of the country you're inhabiting; in essence, your cold disposition melts away.

Naturally, he figured you had some ploy up your sleeve for this unprecedented willingness to socialize. He took this with a grain of salt. So long as you're interacting with him, he's perfectly content.

It isn't until today, when you lean forward as his razor passes over his neck, that a thought occurs to him.

"Sweetheart?" he croons, in a voice he knows you loathe.

"Hm?"

"Are you by any chance hoping I'll mistakenly slice my carotid artery?"

Ah, by the look on your face, he must've hit the nail on the head.

"Uh... no...?"

Lying was never your forte and he's glad for it.

In the mirror's reflection, he observes how you shuffle uncomfortably with amusement. "Have I ever told you that you're very cute?"

A sigh — long and tired. "Unfortunately, yeah."

He smiles and returns to his task.

"You'll be hearing it plenty from this day forward, so don't pout, darling."

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

What's your top 2024 yan vns of the year, and would you host like an awards ceremony for vn creators?

Had to think this one over for a bit, I haven't played many VNs that were made this year but definitely have some from the past years, I feel as I may be a bit biased though due to being friends with quite a few game devs but will try my best!

Klein V.01 (@kleinv01) is definitely high up there. I love the art and storyline, plus this is so far the only yandere visual novel to have me genuinely scared and disturbed, I love everything about it.

10:16, is one of my favorites I absolutely adore and Kat did a fantastic job on it. I could go on and on about it, the artstyle, the writing, the voice acting is just MWAH. Chefs kiss. (I know 10:16 is a 2023 game but shhhhhh)

A Double Sided Mirror as well because what I said while ago. I love yandere visual novels that really have HORROR, the subway train scene was absolutely my favorite on why it would be up there.

Colored Gaze, Mentonia, Restart Heart, 14dwy, Yanchat, Duality and a WHOLE bunch of others, I really couldn't decide! I love them all and this community!

As for the second half of your question hmmn, I would feel absolutely honored if the community decided to give ME that chance of they all decided on it! I have had a lot of experience in this community for the past two, going on three years now but I feel like I would want more like....permission to do it. I also don't want to be biased since I have so many friends in this community but if I was ever given the chance I would love to!

Hopefully that answers all your questions and thank you, this was a really interesting ask. <3

[teecupangel]

What if Desmond could shift between all the different forms of khajiit from like he spends most of his time in the almost human form but can turn into the housecat form for spying and napping in sunbeams the giant cat forms for travel and the beastman forms for added agility and claws

also Altaïr's habits of leaving dead targets for Des will be reciprocated https://www.tumblr.com/uesp/181400751375/did-you-know-some-traditional-khajiiti-courtship

I believe the “Altaïr’s habit of leaving dead targets for Des” is connecte to this yandere!Altaïr idea before? Maaaybbeee?

For a summary of a Khajit’s many forms, this gives a brief summary of each form

There is a strange cat loitering above the bureau.

Malik knew of it because he heard the novices whispering about it.

A cat as white as fresh snow with honey eyes.

It would sometime stay on the rooftops, sleeping the afternoon in the sun.

The novices tried to entice it with fish and other scraps.

Why?

Malik has no idea.

Regardless of what their end goal was, it proved fruitless for the cat either ignored them or walks away without even a glance at their bait.

Malik wished that they redirect their focus on this random cat to finding out any clues or information about the recent deaths of high ranking officials all around Jerusalem.

Many of them had been mauled to death, leading to a lot of people assuming that a large wild animal with sharp claws had been the perpetrator.

No.

It was the murder weapon.

Someone was using a large animal to kill people.

People that had been abusing their power.

People that had been on the Brotherhood’s radars for years now.

Whoever it was, they were systematically taking out these men.

Men that Malik suspected to be connected to Robert de Sablé and his ilk.

He has no proof, of course.

All he needs is a-

“Malik.”

Malik sighed, praying for patience as he turned to glare at…

Malik blinked.

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, the bane of his existence, had a white cat in his arms. A white cat that was purring very loudly as it continues to rub its face against the side of Altaïr’s neck.

It seemed that the cat the novices had wanted to ‘befriend’ had such bad taste in humans.

“You can’t keep that cat here.” Malik said immediately as Altaïr walked towards him.

Altaïr tried to place the cat on the counter but the cat let out a small meow and used its claw to climb onto Altaïr until it was snuggled around Altaïr’s neck. Malik and Altaïr stare at the cat for a moment before Altaïr sigh.

Altaïr turned his attention to Malik and asked, “Have there been unexplained deaths around these parts since I was last here?”

Malik narrowed his eyes.

It was true that the people that died from mauling only began to spring up after Altaïr was last in Jerusalem.

No.

After the three…

No.

“Why?” Malik asked instead with narrowed eyes.

Altaïr took out a large pouch…

A very dirty and…

That stench…

Altaïr placed the pouch on the counter as he said, “This was left in… the rooftop garden I usually rest in when I’m here.”

Altaïr has a favorite rooftop garden?

Malik cautiously opened the pouch…

The main reason why everyone knows that the maulings had been done by the same person?

All of the victims had their left ring finger cut off.

[lunarfeat21]

You know for all the angst can you imagine y/n's reaction to Captain zero's face reveal being just..

Zorron: ok, y/n here's where you'll be staying from now on. You'll be meeting captain zero at the zero docks

Y/n: "Zorran, what does captain zero look like any way? All I've ever seen is his megaphone, 📣 "

Zorran: "well, let's see here, I think. Have a picture in my wheelhouse... ah here it is!"

Hands the picture to Y/N, who is taken aback by his appearance.

Y/n: "this.. THIS is captain zero?"

Internally 'Jesus Christ, what an ugly looking wanker!'

'It's like looking at a crocodile with a crooked smile'

Slowly turns the picture downward away from themselves and hands it back to Zorran

Y/n: "yikes"

My dude I’m wheezing! XD

"It's like looking at a crocodile with a crooked smile" is such a good insult, so good that I made this comic just for you and anyone seeing!

Also the reason why Captain Zero only smiles to y/n and not anyone else (he got bullied as a child, got braces when he was a teen, and now is a handsome old man with a bitter, cold black heart... or does he?)

Hehehe, recently was watching a new vid from my fave creator and snatched this quote (not really a quote but it goes so well):

"You know what ties a good family together? Crime."

There's a final page I'm working on, but after drawing five pages really drained me and gonna take a break for a little bit. Just chillax and enjoy the hot mess! (^^)

Bonus page here!!!