#yandere jack frost

[pipsqueaks89934]

December 7th: Jack Frost/Frost

Warnings: destroyed snowman, Yandere stuff

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Frost had been getting everywhere on your car, on the grass, and even on the fucking window. You didn't know why there was so much frost all around you, at this point, it could be considered snow because of how much there was. As you left your house so you could get something for breakfast, since there was no food in your house, you walked to your car and noticed that there was a huge thing of frost on your windows and windshield. You went to make a smiley face on your driver's side window but when you touched the window you felt a cold hand gently grab your wrist. Before you had time to process and freak out you saw someone beside you looking at you through the window. You quickly looked to your right but you didn't see anyone standing there unlike what you saw in the window just a few seconds earlier, the ice-cold hand never leaving your wrist. You looked back at the window and there stood the same man who was there the first time you saw him.

“Who are you?” you asked him but no response came.

A few seconds later the man disappeared and the feeling of his cold hand left your wrist and in its place was a blue and white charm bracelet.

What the heck was that?

You got in your car and started driving to a food place to get breakfast. On the ride there you thought you could be imagining it but that wouldn't explain the bracelet. After that day you kept seeing this mystery man and weird things would be left in his wake like jewelry, charms, small trinkets, and other things of that sort. Even if the things he leaves you are interesting and cool he does weird things too like destroying the snowman you made or making the frost on your car so bad that you can't leave.

At least I don't have to put up with this during the summer months!

You thought as you looked at yet another destroyed snowman.

[yandere-toons]

Someone: *says something rude about the reader*

Yandere: You talk a lot of shit for someone who's house is so flamable.

Characters that have this vibe:

Patrick Hockstetter

Kai (Ninjago)

Tom Lucitor

Bridgit Pike | Firefly

Iblis (Blue Exorcist)

Smaug

Matthew Patel

Deadpool | Wade Wilson

Godzilla

Hades (Hercules 1997)

Snotlout Jorgenson + His Monstrous Nightmare Hookfang

Ruffnut & Tuffnut Thorston

Zuko

Jesse Gemstone

Lili Zanotto

Red Son (Monkie Kid)

Eric Cartman

Mr Piranha

Vaas Montenegro

Coriolanus Snow

Lord Garmadon

Roger the Alien

Stewie Griffin

Negaduck | Jim Starling

Bender Bending Rodríguez

Rocket Raccoon

Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel)

Blitzo

Rin Okumura

Five Hargreeves

The Joker

Shelby Brothers

Rob (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Lili Zanotto

Judge Claude Frollo

Mushu

Daemon Targaryen

Joffrey "for someone whose head is so cuttable" Baratheon

Sheldon J. Plankton

Bowser

Emperor Zurg

Emperor Nefarious

Handsome Jack

Trevor Philips

Gremlins

Bakugou Katsuki (early on)

Dabi

Duncan (Total Drama)

Heather (Total Drama)

Honourable Mentions:

Gru + Minions, Vector (Despicable Me), Megamind (when he was villainous), Doctor Nefarious, Gyro Gearloose and Technical Boy would consider arson too lowbrow. In their tech-savvy minds, shrink rays, piranha guns, dehydration guns, atomisation, robot and clone armies and breaking every bone in the person's body all send the correct message.

"Why settle for a house?" wonders most iterations of the Doctor (Doctor Who). "Why not drop them on some desolate planet or in some hostile universe where they die over and over again?" Bill Cipher seconds this notion.

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians) would freeze the doors and ice the floors and windows, effectively creating a giant icebox as fires cannot stay burning in his presence.

Dark Helmet, Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux and Darth Vader would vaporise the person's house (and planet to boot) from space. If the person was off-world at the time, those who are Force or Schwartz users will proceed to Force-choke or laser the person even after they have lost everything.

Scar (The Lion King) would arrange an accident that is tragically and unavoidably fatal while Shenzi, Banzai and Ed would maul the person in full view of a crowd.

Gaz Membrane is constantly rude to anyone who dares to be her obsession, but if anyone else tries the same rudeness, they will pay. Zim and the two main Tallest also have shades of this.

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil 5 era): Look, another test subject for Uroboros has presented itself.

Urdnot Wrex, Grunt (Mass Effect 2) and Wolverine/Logan are not the burn-your-house-down types. It would be too easy for the person to learn nothing from the experience, such as how much they should be afraid of running their mouth to the wrong stranger in the future. These three will knock the person out before they even finish the sentence.

Yzma has exactly the right potion for this human flea, except that she adds an extra four or so steps to the plan.

Lord Hater invades the scoundrel's home planet with the support of Commander Peepers and his army of Watchdogs, or he may blast the world to smithereens with a laser.

Lord Dominator delights in crushing this pest's home world with her drill and making them watch every life on it come to an end.

Marvin the Martian said it best: "Be polite, or I'll vaporise you."

[digitalwavemedia]

A Yandere Jack Frost Nips At My Nose! Longest Night Ending 3

[ciciyup]

Yandere! Jack Frost X Fem! Human Reader Headcanons.

cw: obsession, possessiveness, angst, stalking, abuse, power difference, kidnapping, manipulation, isolation, little nsfw.

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When your family moved to that quiet neighborhood, winter had already turned everything white. Your mother, nine months pregnant, barely had time to settle in before contractions took her to the nearest hospital. You came into the world on a cold December night, with the snow falling gently outside. Since you were little, you got used to being alone; your parents worked a lot, so most of the time you shared it with yourself. You didn't complain, you enjoyed the tranquility, creating worlds in your imagination that made you see the world with a special spark.

Jack had always been a spirit that fed on the belief and imagination of children, but like many magical beings, he depended on pure faith. It was on one of those days when he saw you for the first time: you were alone with the company of the wind and the snowman you were beginning to create, far from the bustle of the other children playing in the street. He approached you curiously, discreetly helping you as he handed you snowballs, but it was surprising to him when you turned to look at him, thanking him. You could see it. You believed in him. This thrilled Jack, as you were one of the few who did. His first believer in a long time.

From that day on, Jack became your best friend. For long winters, he was the only one who accompanied you as you built snowmen, laughing and running through the snow together, skating on frozen puddles, chatting on cold nights where only the two of you seemed to exist. As you grew up, Jack became your constant companion, not just in winter, but in every season; he watched you silently, with a big smile and a special sparkle in his eyes. To Jack, you were his best friend. His only one.

The years began to pass faster than Jack would have liked, and with them, came the first blow to his heart. You no longer played in the snow like before. When he created little gusts of wind to call you, you simply closed the window and curled up with your phone in hand. You no longer ran excitedly out into the first snowfall or talked to him in the garden. The other guardians began to visit you less and less. The Easter bunny stopped hiding eggs in the garden. The tooth fairy no longer appeared because your baby teeth were long gone. Santa Claus drove by in his sleigh delivering presents, but you no longer seemed to feel the same spirit for Christmas. Even Sandman and the Bogeyman, though present in dreams and nightmares, were no longer a constant part of your life. Jack, on the other hand, couldn’t leave. He was the spirit of winter, yes, but more than that, he was your friend. Your companion. Your only one. Watching you change, watching you drift away, was a pain that seeped into his being like an icy blizzard.

As the years passed, Jack began to visit you less and less, but not because he didn’t want to. You had joined in on adult life; Now you had new responsibilities and much more complex problems than in childhood, which began to extinguish you little by little, taking away your childish innocence, giving way to new things and leaving you little time to enjoy the nostalgia of your days. Jack couldn't forget you. The image of you smiling as you raised your hands to play with the snow in the past winters remained alive in his memory. He knew that you no longer needed him as before, but both of you could still see each other; after all, deep down you never stopped believing. He knew that you could go back to the way things were if he just convinced you.

He began to observe you from afar, watching you leave your house every morning for work and then for university. He was always there, although subtly. Sometimes when you looked out the window, you felt a blast of colder air than usual or saw a frost forming that wasn't there before. Little snowflake shapes formed on your window when it was fogged up and even snow fell in one spot in the garden when you were in the yard. You didn't take it too seriously, minding your own problems, which annoyed Jack, causing him to increase his magic. He wants you to remember your childhood, to come back to him, feeling more and more desperate. He doesn't want to be forgotten. He can't. Jack begins to feel a deep emptiness, a feeling he's never experienced: abandonment. Without you, it's like he's losing his reason for being. Then his feelings darken.

What were once innocent little calls had now become disturbing calls. The streets were so slippery that you avoided going outside, staying in your house where he could see you. Some nights, when you went out with your friends, the winds became stronger and the roads became more dangerous. The storms became more aggressive when you tried to go too far. The power outages in your home were becoming more frequent than usual. And little by little you began to notice something strange; the frost marks on your window were no longer drawings, but words: “stay with me” “don’t ignore me.” Every time you tried to forget him, the cold in your room became unbearable, the icy fog crept into the corners of your room and your fogged-up mirror reflected more words. Even your breath became visible when the weather wasn’t cold enough for that.

The snow fell softly that December afternoon. You walked down the sidewalk with your hands inside the pockets of your coat. A few steps behind you was Jack, although invisible to everyone but you; he had to remain hidden still. He watched each of your movements and each of your expressions, but that afternoon was different. You stopped at the door of a coffee shop; Jack could see how your cheeks turned slightly pink and your gaze softened when, upon entering the place, a boy stood up from a table raising his hand in your direction. Jack gritted his teeth and held on to his cane tightly. A shiver ran down his spine as he saw you sit next to that boy and share a chat between laughs and smiles that seemed to have a hidden meaning.

Because Jack knew it. He knew how things worked in the human world. First it was just a friendship, then romance came, then you would have a partner, then marriage would come and finally children. Then you would no longer have time for him. You would no longer see him. You would no longer need him. Your image of a mother, a wife, in the arms of another, apart from him, drove him crazy. Jack had always been by your side; No one else knew you like he did. No one had been with you on lonely nights when your parents were working. No one had seen you grow, change, laugh and cry in the privacy of your room, only Jack. But this guy, this intruder, wanted to steal you away from him and Jack couldn’t allow it.

It started with small sabotages. No matter how mild the weather was that day, an unforeseen snowstorm always appeared when that boy was around. Soon the scale began to climb with unexpected accidents, your friend’s bike getting completely frozen in the morning, then it was a fall on the ice that left him with a twisted ankle and then came the fever. A sudden and severe cold that left him in bed for days, the doctors couldn’t explain it. You began to feel restless. All of this couldn’t be a coincidence, you knew it well. You knew who it could be about, but you didn’t want to believe it. Your faithful friend, the one who had accompanied you for so many years, doing something so cruel? It couldn't be possible.

It was a winter afternoon as you headed to your friend's house to visit him and check on his health when you saw him. Right in front of you was your old friend, Jack Frost. He casually approached you, trying to tell you about the good days you used to spend together years ago and how hurt he was that you had forgotten him, but you stood your ground, not playing along. That face twisted with falseness and that innocent voice he was using told you that there couldn't be any honesty in his words. Getting straight to the point, you tried to get him to react, telling him that what he had done was not right and wanting to know why he had done it. In return, Jack just looked at you with a disturbingly calm and cold face, wanting you to understand that he only wanted to protect you.

And in an instant the city disappeared. The buildings, the lights, everything faded in a white flash. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a completely different place. A winter wonderland stretched out before you, with frozen mountains in the distance and an almost nighttime sky covered in dancing auroras, but what disturbed you the most was the silence. There was no sound of cars, no voices, no trace of human life. They were alone.

Jack called it “your home” where from now on you would live together, without friends, without family, without responsibilities, where no one could bother them. He didn’t want to be cruel to you, but he had no choice but to lock you in an ice room when you tried to escape. Why couldn’t you cooperate with him? Why didn’t you love him like you used to? Now you could finally be together again; you had to be happy. You had to love him like he loved you.

Jack would keep you in that freezing cold room, even though it might look beautiful inside with snowflakes falling and crystals sparkling under the blue light, in reality it would be a cage you couldn't escape from. The environment would become even colder if you tried to do something against him, leaving you shivering until you apologized or showed submission. You wouldn't even try to escape again after the last time he had partially frozen your legs or arms, keeping you outside in the coldest temperatures until you learned your lesson, not even caring about your tears that barely managed to slide down your cheeks due to the cold, quickly crystallizing.

On the other hand, if you behaved as he wanted, you managed to win him to treat you more kindly, giving you warmer clothes or allowing you to move around a larger area and even leave the room for a while, under his supervision, of course. Even if you begged for your freedom, Jack would show false regret, but with a sweetly cruel tone, telling you that it was all for your own good. He would go so far as to force you to smile at him and talk to him lovingly without enduring your looks of hate or sadness, quickly getting annoyed that you ruined his mental fantasy of his perfect world, pressuring you until you acted the way he wanted.

It was lucky when a little bit of heat managed to permeate your body or the place; that's why, when his body begins to collide with yours, you feel a slight heat, which your body instinctively hopes won't end so quickly. As your body is laid back and your back makes contact with the ice table, Jack takes care of keeping your legs apart as he sinks into you with need. Lifting your legs over his shoulders, he gets to watch as his cock slides in and out of your opening. As you hold on tightly to a nearby tree and feel the snowflakes fall on your hair and make contact with your skin, Jack, behind you, while his pelvis hits your ass relentlessly and he listens to your panting become more intense, makes sure you know that there is no better way to stay warm than that.

His smile would widen tenderly when you slept next to him, wrapping you in his arms to comfort you from the same cold that he had imposed moments before to shorten the distance between you. Over time you would realize that that was the only place where you belonged, he was sure of it. He would do whatever it took to make sure you never left his side. Just the two of you, like in the beginning and like it should always have been.

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[lavina-arts]

Me after joining yandere games fandom;

[ketketstaber123]

A Horrible Post. I should be ashamed.

(Y’all remember this base? Please tell me it’s creator so I can credit them properly)

[peachyys-posts]

Basically the guardians with y/n

Bunnymund: (points at y/n crying on the kitchen floor) who did this

The guardians:…..

Sandman: *points at pitch black*

Bunnymund:*attacks pitch black*

Pitch black: HOLY SHIT

[helpfandom]

platonic yandere Jack Frost and runaway teen reader

@yanderefangirl

How interesting... He mutters to himself, not expecting a response from you. It's not often that he sees a run-away. But it's when you reply back, that he's more interested. After all, it's even rarer to see someone believe in him, much less someone who's a teen!

This is what makes him intrigued, what makes him obsessed. He pretends to be normal, to not be a spirit. And so, he leads you to his hideout under the guise of another run-away. Of course, you can't stay like that [in the outdoors next to the spirit of winter], but neither of you realize that until it's almost a little too late.

He doesn't realize that humans can't stay next to a cold source while outdoors in winter, but he does realize that he can't let the only person who has been able to see him in most of his time as a spirit slip away from his fingers, not when he has them in his cold hands.

So, he asks for help, what should he do? What can he do to make sure that the one person he can actually talk to about 'Normal' things is okay? That they won't suffer the same fate that he did of death?? However, no one can answer him. If anything, they admonish his behaviour, sadness apparent on Frost's face as he realizes that none of his 'Friends' will help him. However someone is willing to help...

However since this is not a team-up, he refuses the offer from Pitchiner Black and refuses to let him around his new friend, fearing what he may do to manipulate them.

So he slowly creates a new world, a new area for him and his friend to play in! A new winter wonderland where they can runaway, even if they can't escape.

[jackfrostvn]

Is Jack Frost a yandere?

This is a question I have asked myself a lot since first creating the game. In the beginning, I would have said no- jack is not a yandere. But after developing his character more I have decided that he does fall into a certain category of yandere (if loosely) which would be the submissive type. The type of person to do anything for the person they love even if it means destroying themselves in the process- so no, he is not the traditional yandere, he does not kill anyone for the mc (unless pushed to the absolute extreme) and he is aware (for the most part) of what is right and wrong and deters from doing anything to upset the MC.

I have also seen a lot of people who play the game to think it is a (traditional) yandere game and I’m hesitant to put the yandere tag on the itch page because I do not want to mislead people. Jack is complex character, he has a lot of flaws and depending on your choices will affect his ending in the game.

I want people to enjoy the game- and I hope my weird explanation for Jack’s character makes sense and clears the air :)

So- is Jack a Yandere?

To an extent— yes.

[dustysanses]

Yandere furry

[ssecond-hand-faith]

Can you all stop being so god damn TALL!?

[ryliesthings]

Peter: who ate my pizza rolls.

Dachabo: ask tate you know he ate them with his fat ass.

Tate: now who the fuck is you talking to bitch and first of all I’m lactose intolerant. And secondly use your brain pizza rolls have cheese and cheese has milk dumbass

Dachabo: bitch do you want to fight because I am not scared to fight yo fat ass!

Elias: you know his fat ass gonna sit on you.

Doe: I know you ain’t calling my best friend fat. Didn’t your ex kill you!

Elias: boy shut you bitch ass the fuck up.

Jack: all of you motherfuckin prepubescent bitches can shut tf up!

Monika: what’s going on in here why is everyone screaming?

Micah: someone ate peters pizza rolls and he’s making a big ass deal about it.

Peter: you can shut the fuck up before I slap the piercing out of your tongue bitch.

Micah: I’m not finna waste my damn time on yo ass stop talking to me.

Ayano: bruh y’all giving me a fucking headache! (Y/n) ate them by accident!

Y/n: yeah I did. My bad.

Peter: it’s okay darling.

Jack: okay now go back into your pigsty of room you Emo depressed lookin ass bitch.

Peter: I’m not finna fight a goddamn ghost.

They fought

[mariahyanderes]

Yanderes·

Yanderes reacting you sick

John Doe-

He would be in doubt what that was but after you tell him He would understand that you are sick he would try to help

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Maison Talo

He would already know that you are sick But he wouldn't pay much attention to it but when he has time he'll take care of you

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Tk

Think of a baby he would take care of you I would spend the whole time spoiling and caring for you, he would take vacations to take care of you

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Peter

He would be like TK but a little more nervous but he still won't stop teasing you

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Tate frost

He would also take care of you he would make chicken soup for you very warm

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Sunny Day Jack

He would be more very very very worried about you he would ask if you are ok all the time

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Tk is not yandere, I just put it :]

[b-00-biez]

What are some of the most interesting Yandere games you've played? Do you have a few recommendations? Please and thank you 🥺💕

The yandere games I've played were Sunny day Jack, John doe, My dear hatchet man, My boyfriend etc. It's really hard to name all of them since there's so many but honestly most of them are in itch. io you can play it there and download it on PC but some of them are playable right on the website. Just search the genre visual novel then romance and there're a bunch more games you can play right there beware though some have 18+ themes depending on the ending you got all the games I highly recommend are in the hashtags go check it out!

[ketketstaber123]

Who do you choose as your date?

(Ps. I hate the name Hector and Peter. Ugly ass names.)

[mellsfern]

Sum Jack from @jackfrostvn and my OC Riley. She would def be a wild child even if she is a pink girl at heart. Also she would fall so fast for the "stranger" caring for her wounds.