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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 9 months ago
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What if MC was sent to an alternate dimension somehow and that dimension contained all 7 overblots who woke up there after they were defeated in main story. How would they react to the magicless prefect who managed to defeat them suddenly showing up out of nowhere?
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Overblot Universe | Yandere Twisted Wonderland
Imagine a trip through the mirror portal gone wrong
Ending up in this other place where it looks like an ink covered version of Night Raven
Reminding you of your dear friends’ overblots 
You hesitate to call out for help of any kind
Instead your greeted immediately by an army of ink blotted students marching towards you quickly
A single soldier steps to the front bearing a gaudy but familiar collar 
“The Queen of Hearts demands you return to his side at once!” 
Before you can say anything, another voice rings out
“Our Sultan demands the magicless one.”
This one has a smaller group but they are much more heavily armed
It leads to a brawl which you are uncomfortably at the center of
Escaping from the warring factions, you make your way to the school’s mirror room
Barely able to step on the premises you’re stopped by a small patch of sand sucking you into the ground
The only one you can think that’d use this is–
“Thought I smelled a troublesome herbivore.”
It’s Leona in all his overblotted glory
Snickering with a fanged smile he grabs you by the arm
Easily yanking you out of the sand and holding you against his chest
Still standing above the quicksand you hold on tight
You’re surprised when he almost lovingly rubs his cheeks against your own trailing down your neck with his nose
Then without warning he takes a deep bite into the crook of your neck
Holding you still as you try to shove him away
When he pulls back with blood on his smile, you can only look at him with betrayal
“What? You think I’d be gentle after you chased me away? Not this time sweet heart.”
He tosses you over his shoulder as he walks further away from the building you want to go 
Taking you to an inky territory that looks as though Savvannaclaw turned into some rocky mound in the dessert
With too much ease he tosses you into a scratchy pile of sand 
He plops down practically on top of you
“Ow! This is really uncomfy how do you sleep on this?!”
“Don’t whine. Now that you’re here it’ll be a lot softer.”
Too fast and so familiar to your Leona he falls asleep
Anytime you move a centimeter the sand whips angrily around keeping you in his vicinity
But it seems the only time it didn’t react was when a drone with a bucket of water dunked on the sand rising to swat at it
The damp sand could only bubble slowly as the drone came closer to you shooting some small metal thing on your reaching hand
“NO!--” 
The ugly snarl from the overblotted Leona dissipates as a flash of blue and black transports you someplace else
“There they are brother! You’re player 2! I told you they’d be here for the special day!”
You want to voice your confusion as you blink your blurry sight into something sharp
But something's over your mouth
And your hands and your legs
Looking around you are in what looks like a cave lined with wires and technology baring an uncanny resemblance to a friend of yours
“You were right all along brother! Let’s prepare for the final act!” 
It’s an overblotted Idia taking a heavy looking crown from the claws of some nearby machinery
Stopping to admire you, his cold clawed hands run along your face as if checking if your real
Before placing the crown on your head
The minute the device is settled how he likes it tightens on your head
Bringing a numbing pain to the sides of your skull as you desperately try to wiggle free
Nothing you do stops the inky creation that looks like Ortho manipulate your binds to stand you upright
Bringing you to an alter, it’s there you notice the swirling abyss just pass the electronic officiant
“Now say your vows, my fruit.”
“Of course my precious future husband, master of the underworld and overworld. For years–”
It’s your voice but not 
With a tinge of automation your voice chimes happily from the restraint over your mouth
At your not–real—vows Idia seems to giggle causing the abyss to widen and the suction intensify
Eventually ‘your vows’ end and Idia claims he’s going to skip his
Letting his robotic officiant carry through like a typical ceremony
Until it gets to that part
“I’d be wrong not to speak my peace when both parties so clearly have withstanding debts with me.”
Part 2
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Can I have a yandere Leona, Jamil, Jade and Floyd with a reader who notices all the red flags but chose to ignore them because they know they’re the only people that love them. Despite knowing how unhealthy they are, the reader chose to come to them because their family was abusive to them.
This is for Floyd and Jamil
Jade and Leona are here
Yandere Jamil Viper
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Oooooh Jamil would really take advantage of this.
At first, Jamil would try his best to hide his yandere tendencies and operate in secret.
However, when Jamil got to know you, he would start to realize that this was not necessarily necessary.
When Jamil learns about your background, he knows you won't leave him easily.
Jamil would start manipulating you.
We really know how good he would be with mind games.
Jamil would start to be even sweeter towards you.
At the same time, he would isolate you from anyone who could keep the two of you apart.
Either he would threaten your friends or hypnotize them.
Whatewer way is faster.
Kidnapping really wouldn't be necessary in this situation.
He might just pressure you into marriage when he graduates.
That way, you would only be his.
Yandere Floyd Leech
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Okay, the fact that you notice Floyd's unhealthy behavior patterns would mean that your vision is working.
This man would be a walking red flag.
Floyd really wouldn't even try to hide his behavior.
He would have always been impulsive.
The fact that you would just try to deal with it would be normal in his opinion.
Because sometimes it would be dealing.
Floyd's mood could change in seconds.
It would take him a moment to notice that you are not afraid of his behavior.
This would really just be fuel for Floyd.
Although Floyd would enjoy how clingy you could be, he wouldn't enjoy why you would be so clingy.
Anyone who hurts Shrimpy should suffer.
Floyd would certainly make sure of that.
No Magic Mirror or another world would stop him.
Not even your request.
After this you can be happy together.
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cheesus-doodles · 7 months ago
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Left Behind in Unsolicited Matrimony
Yandere Kalim
Masterlist | Beyond the Glitter of Gold
still can't think of a good title :/ been stuck on this fic for so long it's not even funny ;-; not edited cause I'm just happy to get it out finally!! (p.s. i play en server with no spoilers so no spoilers please)
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“W-wait,” Kalim stammered out, the tanned boy looking uncharacteristically even as the celebrations around him continued on without missing a beat. Heartbeat hammering away in his ears, garnet red eyes that would fit right in amidst the priceless stones of the Asim family’s collection were wide as they glanced between his parents. “What do you mean?”
”We have to celebrate your engagement, of course,” his father chuckled, gesturing at the full-on festival playing out in front of him, the gold and priceless jewels twinkling like stars down from the ceiling of the grand hall. “How could we not? It is a most joyous occasion.”
His heart skipped countless beats as it set a vicious beat in his chest, though his mind seemed to barely notice, thoughts pounding away against his skull like a jackhammer. The world around him felt like it was swirling along with the dancing guests even as he stood in place, his feet rooted in place as if an old tree from a bygone era. And his face looked the part as well, drained of all blood, every breath feeling more like a fight against heaving up everything he had eaten in the past twelve hours. 
Engagement. An engagement. Of all things to deal with- Mind whirling, the tanned boy would have succumbed to his jelly legs if his mother hadn’t been holding on to him. What should he do now?
”Oh don’t worry about anything dear, we’ll have everything settled,” his mother reassured as she lightly squeezed his hand, no doubt mistaking the growing look of horror on his face for nervousness. “You don’t have to do anything at all.”
That was the furthest thing from his concern, was what he wanted to scream at the thought of his lungs, though Kalim couldn’t exactly voice that sentiment, the ornate gold jewelry that decorated his tanned skin jingling slightly as his arms fell listlessly to his side. What had gone wrong for him to be in this situation? “But why?” The Scarabia housewarden asked shakily. “I thought-” 
“Well, we set it all up for you as a surprise! Your birthday is so soon, we couldn’t help it,” the older lady continued, grinning from ear to ear as she nudged her son playfully, her eyes slightly glassy as she harkened back to those good ol’ days. “And we found the perfect girl for you. You remember her, don’t you Kalim? That girl you tailed around so much when the two of you were kids.”
Yet despite his parents’ hearty laughs as they exchanged memories and stories about the silly, happy child from his past, the glitter and glamor and the cheers that surrounded him, no matter how he tried with his usual brightside glasses, Kalim couldn’t make himself see the upside of this situation he found himself in. Turning it upside down, inside out, all he could see was that should he simply agree, there would be but a single path for him to follow, a path he had no will to see through, and no way out. 
Because there was no future the white-haired boy wanted to be a part of that didn’t include you.
To his right, a nameless servant scrambling forward caught Kalim’s eye, the man respectfully pouring out another glass of wine for the Asim matriarch before disappearing back into the shadows. It wasn’t anything momentous by any stretch of the imagination - in fact, it would have happened dozens of times a day, but that was all it took to drag the thought of you straight to the front of his brain again: the silent labor of the Asim staff would have been another part of his life he wouldn’t have noticed if it wasn’t for you pointing it out. You were everywhere, everything.
And then of course, the question of you. What about you?
Whirling around, eyes that could have been mistaken for shimmering rubies under the candlelight of the chandeliers overhead desperately searched the joyous, dancing crowds for you. And he found you quickly enough in a quiet corner of the hall, one gentle hand wrapped delicately around a glass of some kind, your silhouette hidden partially behind a set of drapes. Yes, there would be where he expected you to be, given you had always preferred the calm and silence as opposed to this chaotic party vibe not too dissimilar to Scarabia’s on a regular day.
This was supposed to have been nothing more than a prime opportunity to show you the wonders and splendors of his homeland, the Land of the Scalding Sands. Sure, you weren’t particularly favorable towards the riches and glamor that were the cornerstone of his life, refusing to accept even a single bangle that he hardly knew existed without being all but begged and whined into giving in; but the white-haired housewarden wanted you to see what laid beyond just the Asim family and their vast wealth. The depth of history of the land and people that grew side by side, the vibrant colors of its culture and heritage; there was so much to be seen and experienced. He fell in love with it, its past, present and future, over and over again, so maybe you would too.
All daydreams of the could-be were however shattered in an instant, when from a slight shift of your figure revealed your companion to be none other than Leona Kingscholar, that braided mane of dark brown hair and lion ears unmistaken. 
Kalim’s gut dropped. Wait. When was he invited? More importantly, why were you talking to him?
All logic pointed to Leona having been invited by the Asim family, being the second prince of the Sunset Savannah and Kalim’s upperclassman. But watching you chattering along with the tanned beastman without missing a beat like old friends, it didn’t feel right for him to just be standing here. And you only confirmed his worst fears when you chuckled at something the Savanaclaw housewarden said, to which the other laughed along, his hair swaying elegantly with his moment with an ease Kalim would never hope to be able to achieve. Was that a blush on your cheeks?! 
The niggling doubt started to emerge, a trickle at first, taunting voices emerging like a hidden spring seeping out of freshly defrosted ground. And then it began to pour out as the floodgates opened, an uncontrollable torrent. You had no interest in Kalim, they whispered, no matter what he did. You would never be interested in him, not while he still had so many competitors for your eye. 
Jealousy that Kalim never knew he possessed snared his heart, ugly, ugly feelings that he never wanted to acknowledge he even had in him making themselves known.
All he could see was you and Leona, the rest of the world blurred into a background blob, the ringing in his ears only growing louder with every passing second as your infuriating conversation continued blissfully unaware of his stares.
If only. If only Leona wasn’t there. There was nothing more that Kalim wanted in the moment but to hurt the Sunset Savannah prince, wanted to get rid of him, to make sure he leaves and never be able to speak with you again; the feeling churned deep in his chest, a rage ignited that he couldn’t seem to control, his fists both balled up tight to his side. He could make it happen, couldn’t he? The voices taunted, the light breeze as if they were brushing up against his ear. Even if he wasn’t royalty and Leona was, Kalim could wield the might of his family and make it happen.
You seemed to have felt his stare on you, the Scarabia housewarden subtly noted, as you shifted, looking around for the gaze on you.
It took but a blink as your eyes met his for Kalim to shake back to reality, watching your face visibly brighten as you started to make your way towards him, threading your way through the crowd as you eagerly waved in his direction. His world instantly lightened along with your expression, his once-heavy heart even starting to flutter slightly, though that warm feeling didn’t last long, his parents still musing the good ol’ times to the side catching the corner of his eyes.
Actually, come to think of it, this really was one of those times he rather you weren’t here.
It was too late for that now, and the grin he forced himself to wear felt unusually uncomfortable.
”Here you are, Kalim! We’ve been looking all over for you,” your footsteps stuttered to a pause, and you leaned in slightly, the concern washing over your expression. “You look pale! Are you alright?”
“Oh! You must be the classmates we’ve heard so much about!” The Asim matriarch stepped forward, grabbing your hand and giving it an enthusiastic shake. “Welcome to the Scalding Sands! Kalim’s just a bit too nervous right now since we’ll be announcing his engagement."
But you didn’t seem to notice the horror once more setting in on the young Asim’s face as that wretched word fell out of his mother’s mouth again, your hand instead flying up to cover your mouth in surprise. “Oh! Congratulations Kalim!” His gaze instantly snapped to you. No. It wasn’t true. You weren’t supposed to know that. He didn’t want to be engaged. 
What the white-haired boy wanted was to deny, deny, deny everything and anything to you, but his mouth was dry and his voice didn’t seem to want to work. And so all he could do was watch.
“Yes, thank you,” his father graciously accepted, shaking your hand once his mother finally let go. “We’re so very excited.”
“I’m sure you have a lot to discuss, so I will take my leave,” you politely nodded, excusing yourself from the situation. 
Leona wasn’t far behind, that infuriating smirk decorating his face as he too said his congratulations before sauntering off after you, and Kalim’s garnet eyes trailing your pair up till the two of you disappeared from the hall to parts unknown.
He was the one that had asked to bring friends over, and had been caught with his metaphorical pants down. How was he supposed to get out of this situation now? Chasing after you was what his heart was screaming at him, and dealing with Leona his mind, yet he simply stood, rooted to the spot, usual impulsive nature nowhere to be found.
“-so, would you like to meet her?”
Kalim turned almost robotically at the question, his gaze blank, unfocused. “What?”
“Your finance,” his father clarified rather unhelpfully, the older man tiptoeing slightly to look around the vast hall. “I’m sure she’s somewhere here, I can call her over-”
“M-maybe later,” Kalim interjected hastily, though as much as he wanted to chase after you immediately, that would have to wait. “How bout, how bout I-” Scanning the hall instead and leaving his sentence uncompleted, Jamil was easy enough to pick out amidst the sea of guests dressed to the nines, his simple outfit and golden hair ornaments making enough of a contrast to highlight the needle in the haystack. And no doubt his trusted friend and vice-housewarden had seen what had gone down, judging from those furrowed eyebrows and concerned stare. 
A quick nod from the other and Jamil was off, quick footsteps carrying the black-haired boy down the same path you had taken just minutes earlier.
With that situation now under careful watch, Kalim turned back to his parents, laughing nervously. “How bout I go and check on the guests first?
He needed to get to you.
Fast.
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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 4 months ago
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The Nightmare Before Christmas Lost in The Book: Over The Spiral Hill
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“Hello… You. A wonderful person who sleeps in my arms. I wish you could open your eyes…” 
A voice whispers closely by your head, feeling fingers ghosting over your skin. You recall the previous events that had transpired. The book Grim found on the floor of the bookstore, Yuu and you reaching out to save him from being sucked in along with your friends…
Where are they!?
Feeling your body regain consciousness, your eyes admittedly search for the group, relief settling into you once seeing them asleep near you. Yuu holding Grim within in their arms as they snooze quietly together.
The worry you felt lowers, relaxing into the warmth of the pin-stripped suit holding you close.
Raising your head to the stranger, you feel your words falter in your throat. Dark sun-glasses covered his eyes, yet they lowered when he too eyed you more closely. The color of blood-orange irises astonished you, the brightness in his gaze reminding you of a lit jack-o-lantern.  
“Augh… My eyes feel heavy..” Grim grumbles, waking up as Yuu stands up clumsily with the fluff-ball in his arms.
“Grim! Yuu!” You call out, attention away from the newcomer as his lips tilt into a confused frown.
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The male that held you previously was named Skully j. Graves, or Skully for short, introducing himself with polite flourish. Until… He gone up to everyone in kind, kissing their knuckles happily. Causing a good chunk of your friends screaming, until finally settling his sights on you at the tail-end of his kissing spree.
“Oi!” Epel calls out to the taller male, about to step in, “Don’t try that on (Y/N)!” Skully ignores the purple-haired student. Walking up to you with a beaming smile on his lips as Yuu shoots you a thumbs up. “He’s a gentleman.” They state loudly as Grim puffs out his chest with a pout, unhappy that his fur was touched.
 Holding out his towards you he bows graciously, waiting for your move, you reluctantly take it. He straightens his body, holding you close as he presses a kiss, eyes closed as yours’s widen.
You grin, choosing to reappreciate you leaned closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead near the diamonds around the crown of his head.
The male pauses, this time, he seemed shocked at such a gesture.
A jovial laugh leaves his throat as he eagerly scoops you up into his arms. Grinning like a fool as he twirls you around, not minding the glares he received.
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Idia grumbles under his breath. "Ugh... This is nauseating, such a crowd..." He shrinks in his seat during the Halloween Town meeting, "Too many sparkling ikemen... It's like a new costume event in I.R.L..." He bemouns quietly, seeing a few of his classmates stand up to greet the townsfolk as politely as they could.
Glancing at his seatmate, Vil eyes the crowd skeptically. The blondes stare scared him even more!
Hearing the commotion on Halloween should be celebrated, Idia glances at Yuu and Grim and the Ramshackle House-Warden. "H-Hey... What about you..." He mumbles to them, unsure as he fiddles with his tailcoat.
"Hm?" You think for a minute...
"Halloween has a complicated history from where we're from." You explain to Idia. As your fellow NRC friends become interested at your own ideas. "There's so many people that celebrated it differently. Skully's example is actually not too far off from-"
"Eh-!?" Epel exclaimed, shocked. "So it's really dull' for you?"
"Well- I meant to say, since there's so many cultures and religion it just depends on how YOU feel about celebrating. Kinda like Chris-"
"Oh, not that made-up holiday again!" Grim whines as Yuu laughs.
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[Yay! I really love this twst update! I've been playing a lot! I hope Skully gets a card! I enjoy his v.a's acting for him! Hopefully I can post a part three soon when the event updates again! Thank you for reading! Art, reblogs and comments are super helpful! See You!]
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midnxght-sweet-time · 2 years ago
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— ⧖ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 '𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞' 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠...◥
✎ a Twst AU concept in the making...
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【 𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 】
𓏧 In the grasps of your hands was a book. A book that contains a once beloved fairytale of yours. The feeling of nostalgia wraps you in a warm blanket as you skim through the pages with delicate fingers, careful to not damage the already tattered and worn out book.
Each picture was read with fondness in your eyes. The stories you once enjoyed as a child with a simple youthful mind. Now you look at this book and can only smile at how much you've grown and realize how silly these tales are and how'd you worship them as the greatest writings created.
But even as a naive kid you always wondered what did the love interests ever do in these stories while the protaganists pursues and advance in the story. Yes, some were as heroic as they were made to be in the book, but others felt like some dunce who were foolis. Like the prince of Cinderella who didnt recognized the face of his proclaimed 'lover' or the one from Snow White that kissed a random sleeping princess out in the woods.
You always wondered what it was like to be in their shoes. If you were them... could you do better?
What a ridiculous thought you chuckled to yourself.
As the clock struck twelve, a sense of exhaustion overwhelms your entire being, yet you didnt seem to notice your eyelids getting heavier as the new seconds ticks by.
Before you could read another page of the current book you hold, you fell asleep.
When you woke up, you noticed yourself in a place of unfamilliarity to your home.
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∷ 𝚂𝚈𝙿𝙽𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚂 »
Every fairytale love story has a prince charming, or atleast a hero to the damsel in distress. Waking up in the book of your once beloved childhood stories, your goal as the love interest is to acquire your princess so you may finish the story and go home. Simple enough— right?
∷ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 » Jamil Viper ▪︎ Azul Ashengrotto ▪︎ Riddle Rosehearts ▪︎ [???] ᴹᴼᴿᴱ ᵀᴼ ᴮᴱ ᴬᴰᴰᴱᴰ ˢᴼᴼᴺ
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— • 𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯...
▼ 【 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗱 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿. 】 ; ⧖ 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔.
➤ " In a world of madness, the hatter was a guiding force despite his eccentric attitude; helping Alice to achieve victory for the White Queen to save Wonderland. Will it be possible to help the young heroine when the Red Queen has his eyes on you? "
▼ 【 𝗔 𝗦𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝗮. 】 ; ⧖ 𝑨𝒛𝒖𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐.
➤ " Waking up on shore with remaining water in your lungs, the last thing you heard before you completely awoke was a lullaby of a musculine voice before it quickly rushes back to the depths it saved you from. Your sight on your savior was hazy but you knew all too well who that was. Hopefully you can escape the clutches of a cecealia's siren calls in order to give your protaganist the happy ending."
▼ 【 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 '𝗔𝗹𝗶' 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘄𝗮. 】 ; ⧖ 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍 𝑽𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒓.
➤ " With the lamp in your possession, all you have to do is to not lose it to the hands of the villian. Though the prince was pretty stubborn in your attempts to court him, theres still hope. However, it seems like you too had a pursuer of your own. Looks like the snake has found you to be a more enticing prey than the prince he loathed."
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mewpangxin · 2 years ago
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can i request yandere jamil if you can write it?? ขอบคุณนะะะะ~~ !!!
General Yandere! Jamil Headcanons
▍ CW: Yandere, toxic, dark content, I'd run if I were you /j, obsession, etc.
⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ . ┊ Note: A fellow twst Thai fan。(*・ω・)ノ~?
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• He looks down on your gullibility.
• It makes him disdain at you about how thoughtless you were. Just the kind of people that he abhors.
• He remained unaffected when interacting with you. Mostly. He smiled, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
• He played the part of being the trustworthy senior for you. Outstandingly might I add. Scarily so.
• You were simple-minded, and how stupid can you be? Apparently a lot, to approach him like this.
• Didn't your parents warn you of monsters?
• Because he was the embodiment of that, if you weren't careful, you'll be devoured by him.
• He questioned your goals when you pleaded at him to instruct you how to dance for a show. Jamil has that face which has an air of nonchalance with you.
• “You owe me. Don't forget that.”
• He said with an indescribable attitude.
• He was a patient trainer, if he overlooked how you were ridiculously slow at reading him, you weren't even that horrible, you were a good listener to him.
• Or did he misjudge you?
• He penned down on his journal.
• “You don't have to pretend, you're not happy with me or your dorm leader isn't it?” You said firmly.
• My, so you can tell he was that?
• He leered his gaze up to look at you.
• “And?”
• It would seem that you weren't dim-witted.
• If you were to spout about companionship to him, he would be so done with you today.
• “If I may, I can help you with your chores?”
• As a thank you because of him teaching you?
• “Why not?”
• He wouldn't say no to this.
•━━━━༻❝ 🐍 ❞༺ ━━━━•
• He take back what he thought about you.
• Your presence.. he can be thankful.
• He was biased because you lessen his burdens with his role of babysitting his housewarden.
• You didn't sham or do empty offers with him. He doesn't show it much that he's warming up.
• Don't misunderstood, he did believe you were more welcoming than anyone else here. At least.
• Many friends of yours would be perplexed to why you chose to be with this vice head than them.
• Your responded with; “Because I would like to.”
• He overheard about your chat.
• You.. don't have hidden agendas? Unlike Azul?
• Jamil sighed. You.. wouldn't pull it off, why was he so on guard with you in the beginning?
• With this revelation, he felt assured with himself.
• Since you wished to be with him...
• You wouldn't back out of this, would you?
• Driving a wedge between you and your dorm mates was facile for him, you'd be dumbfounded to their change of demeanor. And would be in anguish.
• You would be by yourself.
• With your eyes wetting at the corner.
• And he? What he did was to be with you, saying the kindest things in the world to be in your favor.
• And you wouldn't suspect him.
• You trembled as you stayed near him, he was magnanimous with you as he hummed.
• Was it too sadistic of him?
• He narrated a story from a book for you, and acted as a caring partner. As if he wasn't the culprit.
• You dozed off as he put his hand on you. Your head hazy as you slumbered away to your dreamland.
• “Are you asleep?”
• You didn't register how cocky his laugh was.
• Can you escape? Away from him? If you don't notice who was causing your miseries?
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cupids-chamber · 2 years ago
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— “ UNEXPECTED BITE ! “  Vampire au / suggestive / gender neutral reader |  Testing smthing out       [ Can be read as yandere / non-yandere ]
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The forest ground was cold—uncomfortable, as the serine creature in front of you had you pinned there... His hair was quite long, put together in a nice etiquette ponytail, his bangs separated to either side of his head, as he gave you a soft smirk of sorts… You could see his mouth moving, as he clicked his tongue—was he disappointed..?.. 
You could see his mouth move, in the back of your head you could tell he was speaking, but your ears rang loudly, heart thumping loudly, especially when you stare into those enchanting charcoal gray eyes.
A small pout overlapped his features when he took notice of your state, leaning down, so your foreheads could touch... your heart thumbed all bit louder, as you felt his hot breath on your face.. and mouth. He looked into your eyes so deeply, causing your body to stiffen, shiver slightly in his presence, it felt like a dream... everything made your body go limp, as if you really shouldn't be following for anything heavy.. Yet when he leaned down, and gave you a soft kiss.. you couldn't help but reciprocate it. 
You didn't bother complaining, as his face slid down, hands gently gripping your waist, as his tongue gently grazed over your skin, biting down into the soft plump fabric of your flesh... You could feel the blood drain out of you, body going limp, mind growing hazy, as your senses filled with the distinct scent of grass and soil, from your surroundings.  
You unknowingly squirmed in his hold, as he continued drinking from you, not one for etiquette or your thoughts in this situation, but.. he pulled off right before you lost consciousness, dragging you back to reality, as his fangs left the comfort of your neck, the area throbbed in pain, as your breath grew so heavy... Jamil leaned in once more, giving you a gentle kiss.. dragging it out, until you were lulled into a slumber.
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kikyan · 2 years ago
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Your Yandere Scarabia headcanons were so good and I really felt like you understood their characters that their yandere self wasn’t too ooc! While reading Jamil’s part I kept of thinking how unfortunate it would be for the mc to be a beastman (mainly thought of a beastman influenced from the jungle book’s bagheera or Shere Khan). His master servant mindset would quickly change to master and pet! Makes the bird in a cage analogy even more true! Ahh keep up the good writing and drink water!
OMG THANK YOU?? This literally means the world to me because I truly feel like my headcanons might not be unique or too ooc😭😭! My biggest fear is making headcanons that literally nobody agrees with or sees the vision because they don't make sense. Honestly, I agree. I don't think he's on the line where he sees them as a pet like the Leech twins (if you read those headcanons :3) but he would still see you as a pet to some extent. I don't know much about the biology of the beast men in TWST but with Jamil, he'd strive to get you to follow your true biology. I don't know how accurate this is in animals, but it is in humans. We naturally follow the strongest or we group in numbers. Jamil is smart and tends to plan everything down to the little details. With that being said, the chances of you creating an elaborate plan that manages to surprise him are low. Naturally, you have no choice but to give in. Strength isn't always the winning factor which he quickly manages to educate you in. You have no one to help you so counting on numbers is pointless, only logical choice is to follow the strongest, AKA Jamil. He'll get you to understand that he's the one with power now and if you want something to change you better listen to him. Honestly, I'm writing this after I posted my Rook headcanons so if you want to of course, feel free to read those because it'll go with what I have to say :3!
As far as Jamil goes, his darling would fit the category of learned helplessness. Under the mindset of master and pet, your life changes drastically. You're completely dependent on Jamil. He's the one providing you with everything and you have no choice. Even if he doesn't force you, you naturally do it because you feel like there is no end to your situation. That there is no point in leaving even when an opportunity arises. So honestly, it would be unfortunate for the beastman darling or anyone who happens to fall into the master pet dynamic. Also, I think I didn't answer the question I'm sorry I was just rambling 😭😭!! Also thank you for your nice words and the reminder to drink water! Hopefully, you stick around for future writing!
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aislebewithshu · 4 months ago
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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 loveit?
x gender neutral reader.
wc: 468
cw: yandere, mentions of cannibalism (in a metaphorical sense), character death, dismemberment (but not too graphic), vomit/throwing up, dark content basically. DIRECT references to the song loveit? and love eat and also based on the revenge theory bcs ppl have different interpretations towards this song lmao (and it made a dent in my brain forever. thank u to that one that came up w the theory).
dead dove, do not eat.
author notes: hi it's been a while since i last wrote anything.. i mean anything at all.. this (obviously) might not be the accurate representation to the songs HNFF pls i tried considering other theories... thank u for reading!! scroll away if uncomfy <3
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red. It is the color he could only see.
how putrid, he thinks. seeing so many people surrounding you, it irks him. how could you talk to these… lowly creatures undeserving of your presence? he eyes you like a predator, watching your possible next move. oh, how he loves that horrified look you have for a second the moment you laid your eyes on him.
“come on, eat it, darling."
he urges you as you hesitantly look at the ‘food’ served to you, then back at the male. what could he put here that he insists that you eat the meal he prepared? you take a bite, and he smiles.
it was the meat of the person you last talked to, he whispered. the moment he said that to you, you immediately threw up, not letting said human meat inside your system. disgusting, vile, even uncanny.
he was pleased, after all, you wouldn't let anyone in your life except for him, would you? the first question in your mind was, why? why, would he go lengths, as to butcher one's body just because you talked with them? he hates that you're giving all your attention and affection to that insignificant pest.
he also has to stake claims to you - a mark that you are his. that's why he proceeded to gouge out your right eye. it was excruciating, but what mattered to him is that he put a mark on you forever, and he plans to do more.
after all, love makes everyone blind, even to those who think they've seen what true love looks like.
"i'm going to eat you, sexually unrestrained."
oh, why can't you say anything? you're not fighting him back, so you must like the pain he's inflicting from you? poor thing, but he loves you too much to let you go. he promises to eat you up, deep into the marrow, flesh and blood.
that is, until you snap.
cupping his cheeks with your stained hands, you gaze into his eyes. it is uncharacteristically loving, to the point that it freezes him on the spot. what are you going to do next? he thinks.
bringing your lips to his, he indulges in the sick, yet passionate kiss, as you bring your hand to take his knife. you wrap your arms around him as he does the same, tracing lines at his back with the knife you're holding, bringing your beloved to his beautiful demise.
"you're loveit in human form."
surely you haven't lost your mind? of course, love does make everyone blind, even him. your ultimate intentions— on why you had to indulge in his twisted whims, why you didn't fight back, it all made sense to him now. after all, he fell into the fake love you presented before him, a punishment you endowed on him for killing your actual beloved.
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enstars - shiina niki, tenshouin eichi (hear me out), fushimi yuzuru, saegusa ibara, shino hajime, sakuma ritsu (honestly i cld put the whole niki's kitchen circle here)
twst - trey clover, jade leech, jamil viper
bllk - mikage reo, kaiser michael, bachira meguru (hear me out pt. 2)
hsr - jiaoqiu
+ your faves.
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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 9 months ago
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omgg yess plz part two of the overblotts
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Overblot Universe (2) | Yandere Twisted Wonderland
Part 1 • 3 • 4 • 5
“I’d be wrong not to speak my peace when both parties so clearly have withstanding debts with me.”
Both of you turn behind to look at the newcomer
Smiling wide he’s holding up a golden glowing contract 
Idia sucks his teeth moving to summon Ortho to attack
The blotted version does attempt to attack the overblotted Azul before being launched back after touching the golden shield that flashes around him
“You seem to have forgotten that my all-powerful contracts don’t allow for your retaliation!”
“Ahhhh!!!”
Overblotted Azul holds the contract up which sends an electric shock to Idia
He’s wailing like a baby completely missing the inky tentacle that grabs you by the waist
Pulling you towards him, you have no choice but to lean against him
“Good to see you, traitorous pearl. We have so much to discuss.”
Two of his tentacles squeeze along your sides as he lets his lips linger near your ear 
“S-s-S–T-O P it!!!” 
The pitiful wail comes from the blotted Idia who is doing his best to fight the constant beam of electrocution
The octopus-mer glares at him before letting that twisted smile spread back on his face
“As  a small currency back to me we’ll be using your technology to take our exit. Us two will be very busy with our own marriage contracts.”
“nO!”
His cries are ignored as you feel the familiar tingle of Idia’s teleportation working
When you are able to open your eyes again you find Azul expertly drifting in clouded water filled with ink
Barely able to make anything out you can begin to recognize the familiar office to the one in the Monstro Lounge
“To think he’d put you in such restraints when he’s bold enough to use his words. He just can’t stand being civil like us, right (Y/n).”
Azul easily slips a slither of his tentacle past your binds
getting ahold of the metal before he parts bending and then breaking it
In no time at all of your metal cuffs are on the floor bent and torn threw floating near your feet
It makes you especially vigilant when you feel the stray but exploring touches of the suctions on his tentacles
“Now that we’re alone, the subject of your contract is well over due.”
“But I haven’t signed anything with you.”
“I took the liberty of doing everything for you, I just need a bit more confirmation.”
You begin to struggle when you feel your arms bein pulled in the direction of a golden contract that’s still being written by a quill that writes on it’s own
“All that’s left to seal our union will be these special pearls of mine. Something I’ve crafted from the moment you sent me to this dystopian wasteland.”
Shivers go down your back at the further distortion in his voice
Only able to cowe away as his tentacles bring you closer to his string of pearls that have a similar golden glow
Looking at the contract in the corner you can’t help but tremble in fear
it’s much longer than a simple paper and the quill is writing even faster now 
Nonetheless you are coming close to the smiling overblot of Azul with no signs of stopping
Until he wheezes and falls over
His tentacles loosen allowing you to wiggle free
The golden contract stops crumpling in on itself and the quill blips away
You also begin to cough as something dark wisps in the water-like-space around you 
You fall over as well attempting to keep your eyes open as long as you can before seeing a silhouette reaching out to you
“You have been a thorn in my side for far too long.”
Hearing the twisted voice above you almost doesn’t make you want to open your eyes
But the nudging of something at your lips makes you snap your eyes open
It’s an overblotted Vil glaring regally at you as he continues to urge some inky substance into your mouth 
Turning your head you find it weighs so much heavier than your used to 
The same could be said for your for your arms 
Looking down finding jewels tied around the arms of a chair
More accurately a throne
Looking confused at the overblotted Vil silently asking the question you had
“Do not be so cold. Your queen only wishes to ease the pain.”
“W-what pain?”
“Do not mumble. Those meant for the mirror should never mumble.”
You only tilted your head in confusion as he backed a bit away from you
Motioning his hand toward a silver mirror similar to the one back home
Holding his hand out a black and purple shine made the mirror’s black center begin to twist and turn like ink being dipped into
Before it can do anything overblotted Vil’s hands hold your face 
Tensing as if decided to prick his metal claws into your skin and caressing them with fondness
Your own eyes meeting stormy purples before your lips are captured by black lips
The kiss is incredibly deep and purposeful
As though it was practiced a thousand times before
When he did pull away you faintly taste something unknown down your throat and the strength leaving your body like oxygen
“We both will have to wait until after the battle. Any good Queen knows their King is their most valuable asset.”
Gaining your bearings you try to speak only to feel your voice die in your throat as something cools over your skin
Looking down the ink crawling up your skin is reaching from the mirror 
The ink is cool and you can feel it pulling you from the throne you were on the binds snapping 
You begin to scream as you feel an uncomfortable tug at your heart 
You barely register the hands cupping the back of your head and the pinprick of another kiss on your forehead 
“Hush hush. Your time in the mirror will be short, your Queen plans to make quick work of all those…pests.”
Relentinig to the pull you stopped fighting the pulling ink 
Curling up in the somehow not so wet expanse of the mirror you barely caught the possessive smile of the over blotted Vil as he adjusted the mirror to stand in some unknown room. 
“Sleep well.”
You do
It feels nice to release your body of the tense feeling of constantly being alert
You blame whatever Vil had given you
Dreaming vaguely of what his plans would be when he returned
The crown still on your head might have been the beginning of what they were
No matter 
All that you could do was rest
And sleep….
And stay….
“Do not tell me? This is where you have been hiding?”
“I told you he’d do something like this.”
“Well Viper. A deals a deal. Shall we take them home?”
Part 3
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Yandere Jamil Viper
Summary: Jamil is a Yandere but jokes on him you are finey with it~
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Jamil's feelings for you start slowly.
The Yandere traits, on the other hand, started surprisingly quickly.
His obsession would only properly begin after the overblot incident.
Finally, Jamil had someone who liked HIM...
Someone he didn't have to behave a certain way with.
Jamil really didn't want to let go now.
Oh he had many convoluted plans on how to get the only one...
However, Jamil didn't know how much Yandere stuff you had read in your lifetime.
Thanks to this, you recognized live Yandere very easily.
Instead of deciding to run away, you decided to face him.
Jamil would be really confused.
You love him?
You really love him?
However, you weren't delusional.
You knew in many ways that Jamil's love was not normal.
However, living rent-free is living rent-free.
Jamil wasn't the worst Yandere you could be stuck with either.
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cheesus-doodles · 1 year ago
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Beyond the Glitter of Gold
Yandere Kalim
Masterlist
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i really couldn't think of a better title ;-; just a little idea that had been stuck in my head and i needed to get out
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Kalim had never wanted for anything. 
How could he, when the Asim family that he was the heir to was one of the wealthiest in all of the Scalding Sands? Anything he had ever wanted had always just been an ask away from being within his grasp; there was no doubt that the world was his oyster when the gold and jewels and treasures lost in a single vault back home was worth more than entire cities. Yet -
"I was just over for dinner yesterday, I would hate to intrude ag-" You hadn't even completed your sentence before Kalim interjected.
"No, no, you wouldn't be a bother at all!" He laughed, propping his hands on his waist, cheery grin pulling his lips from ear to ear. "You have to come over for dinner tonight, Jamil is making your favorite baked sweets with pistachios and almonds today. Right, Jamil?"
Said dark-skinned boy simply nodded. "Certainly. You will always be welcomed at the Scarabia dorm."
Watching you bite your lip as you contemplated his now almost-daily request for you to come over and join him at his dorm, the usually carefree, jolly housewarden found himself mirroring the uncertain expression clear on your face as he held his breath, anxiously awaiting your response and praying that you didn’t catch the desperation in his tone. For the very first time, the Asim heir had found himself wanting - no, craving - for something money couldn't buy him, with his mood for the rest of his day hanging treacherously in the balance depending on your answer.
The shiny solid gold discs that hung from his accessories jingled in the light wind that swept down the open hallways, the gold that Kalim was always clad in glimmering lightly in the soft sunlight that reached in the inner corridor. Around the three of you, waves of students flowed past as if following the breeze, the light tapping of shoes across well-worn cobblestone floors, combined with chatter, rising into a lively background hubbub associated with school life. Curious gazes were tossed your way from time to time, though it was certainly more at Kalim and Jamil; after all, what could a housewarden and vice-housewarden possibly want with you, of all people? But they would get no answers from either boy or you, not with just their gazes, and so on they trotted to their various destinations, questions being pushed to the back of their mind.
"I probably shouldn’t." When you next spoke, your tone was almost apologetic, as if already gearing up to turn him down. "Trein assigned a lot of homework and it's due soon."
In an instant, the sunny look on the Asim heir’s face dropped, Kalim letting out a pathetic whimper like you had personally walked up and kicked him in the gut. Your words instantly trailed off, a dagger to his heart. “You really can’t come over?” All he wanted was to spend more time with you, was that so wrong? Money had never interested the white-haired boy, nor did he understand the motivation of the jealous and the spiteful who would go to any extent to lay their hands on his inheritance, but for once, for once he wished the glitters of gold worked its magic on you. “Not even just for dinner?”
No, you - the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, somehow pulled into Night Raven College from another world - had an equal amount of interest in the glitters of gold as you had magical abilities. Which was to say, zero. Woe is him.
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The undecidedness in your expression only grew as you glanced away uncomfortably from your friend’s heartbroken expression, yet seemingly frozen on the spot, unsure of what your next move should be. And it was the same thoughts that Jamil assumed you had, your face an open book that he didn’t find difficult to read in the slightest. But after the unfortunate series of events that he put Kalim through during the winter holidays, it was the least he could do to make it up to his master as a loyal servant of the Asim family. Helping to fulfill such a simple desire shouldn’t even be an afterthought for a personal attendant of Jamil’s caliber. 
“It would be a pity if you couldn’t attend dinner,” Jamil sighed dramatically, shaking his head as he rested one hand on his waist, sharp charcoal gray eyes subtly scanning your body language. “I suppose all my hard work making those desserts would have to go to waste.” 
As for you, well. The Scarabia vice-housewarden didn’t think you were so bad to have around.
You blinked, the mention of your favorite treat combined with the treacherous thought of throwing it away catching you off guard. “To waste?” You echoed, your firm, homework-centric tone wavering - and the black-haired boy knew he got you. “Why can’t someone else eat it?”
“I made enough for one extra person,” came his response, accompanied with a convincing grimace.
By now, the world around you was starting to quiet as the masses of students disappeared round corners, leaving behind the three of you and a silence that only seemed to grow louder as the seconds ticked by while you contemplated your dilemma, your gaze occasionally glancing towards the stairwell that headed up to the library and then back at the clock that hung on the nearby wall. Lunch break was about over for the day, and while you didn’t have another class to attend, they certainly did, and time was running out. Still, no matter how much Jamil hated tardiness, this was a rather important matter to settle for Kalim. 
Gray eyes slid over to his downtrodden master, who was now busy muttering inaudibly to himself, sandalled feet kicking at the ground. You were a vastly more capable and tolerable companion to have than Kalim, a sight for sore eyes in fact, no matter how much he hated having to admit it. A pleasant conversation, being able to help in the kitchen without starting the next disaster, hot meals back from your home world that he would never dream of cooking; you were like the older sibling Jamil never had. Nothing more than that of course. After all, it would be improper, given how you were already the apple of Kalim’s eye.
Yet for once, it was surprisingly Kalim that made the next move, his hand shooting out grab yours before his thoughts had fully passed through his brain, startling both you and Jamil. "We can do it together!" The white-haired boy blurted out, free hand tugging at the sleeve of your school uniform pitifully, his gold jewelry catching a stray ray of sunlight and reflecting it onto the stone wall behind. “Trein’s homework, I mean. I always have difficulty with it anyway.”
A pause, then Kalim continued. "You'll help me with it?"
“And you could have dinner as well so we don’t have to throw away desserts,” Jamil finished, a grin quirking at his lips. 
It was the straw that broke the camel's back, and you caved to the temptation of a sweet treat and the pressure of Kalim's pleading. "Alright, alright. I guess I can come over."
Score one, Jalim thought amusedly. He didn't even think Kalim had it in him.
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The skies above the Scarabia dorm were littered with stars as you munched away on your dessert, blissfully unaware that it had been specially made specifically for you and only you. A new bangle dangled from your wrist, glimmering in the tired glow of the oil lamps that hung down from the ceiling as you pointed out another error in Kalim’s homework - it was simple, decorated with just a few small cuts of precious stones, and it was all the Asim family’s heir could convince you to accept. Anything in the storeroom that his father had sent with him was open to your choosing, yet you had declined and declined until the two had finally worn you down. 
It was clear that to Kalim, all you saw was him, the person, and not his vast wealths; treating him for who he was and not what he had. Refreshing, but at the same time heartwrenching. You were simply waiting to go home after all.
Jamil watched the two of you from a respectable distance for a moment as the two of you laughed over something he couldn’t quite discern, before turning to make the journey to the kitchen, mugs in hand. Despite the earlier surprise, what he had brewing in his mind was a plan that Kalim certainly would never put together himself, but there was no doubt that it was feasible. All he had to figure out first was how much it would take to get Crowley to conveniently be “unable” to find a way home for you - and how much to make sure you never found out.
A low blow, his idea certainly was. And if he suggested it to the Asim heir, the other would agree to that much, but Jamil was certain Kalim would ultimately give in to his desires and make it happen. You wouldn’t be going anywhere far from Kalim if he could help it, not with the glitters of gold that would weigh you down.
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mystical-lemonade · 3 months ago
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Uhm..so..can you do a yandere Vice dorm heads sharing a darling, like how you did for dorm heads?? Your work is rlly good!!
Warnings: Mentions of death(Lilia), Drugging/Love potions(Trey), Hypnotism(Jamil), Blackmail(Jade), Violence,
Wordcount: 914
Pairings: Trey Clover x gn!Reader, Jade Leech x gn!Reader, Jamil Viper x gn!Reader, Rook Hunt x gn!Reader, Lilia Vanrouge x gn!Reader
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Trey as a yandere is quite subtle
But due to his duties in Heartslabyul, it would take a bit for him to notice he's not the only one gunning for you
When he does, Trey ramps up his "Sweet, helpful,older brother/friend" persona
Hoping to fly under the radar while his competition takes each other out
Trey offers you gifts almost always laced/covered with a subtle love potion
Nothing that would cause anyone close to you alarm
But just strong enough that you will seek him out frequently
He'd also try and subtly discourage you from seeing his competition
Why spend time with anyone but him, he just understands you best
Over time, he will increase the dose of love potion to ensure you choose him
Doesn't aim to be violent but will not shy away if he needs to fight off the riff raff
If he needs to maim the other vice dorm leaders or your friends he will
And Trey always manages to spin it as him defending either himself or you to the staff
"You don't need them anymore, all they want is to hurt you"
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Jade thinks he's subtle about his sudden paranoia about losing you to the other vice dorm leaders
He is decidedly NOT
You very quickly realize Jade is effected by something because he is suddenly everywhere
He takes a page out of Floyd's book and just looms
It was sweet how protective he was, until he quite literally tried to break Ruggie's neck because you were assigned partners in a class
When you confront him about it Jade will blackmail you into leaving NRC and staying he wants you to be
Jade will do anything to make sure you are FAR away from anything that may even consider removing you from his grasp
Has no remorse for threatening you and your loved ones
Doesn't immediately follow you to the underwater house he stashed you in
He has to give some sense of normalcy
Acts very upset that you left him and the school after what happened with Ruggie
It’s not entirely fake either, he really does regret having to show you that side of himself
Additionally, Jade is the only one of the Vices who would threaten to kill you if you tried to escape
“You’re welcome to leave, just remember, it’s a good 45 minute swim back to the surface~”
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Jamil takes the longest to notice he has competition
He's consistently trying to look busy so you don't realize he had hypnotized the staff who made the schedules so you are always together
Uses his well crafted charm and masks to make you inherently trust him well before he had competetion
Does his best to keep you away from the others once he realizes he's not the only one with an interest in you
Jamil is also quite practical, he's your friend, he's handsome and intelligent
So he straight up asks you out on a date, only a little bit encouraged by his magic
If you say yes, he will be super normal until your relationship is threatened
If you say no however, Jamil would use his unique magic on you
Make you forget you said no, and instead make you believe that you were very excited to say yes
And the ease of gaining affection from you encourages him to continue to keep you under his spell
His practical class work may suffer slightly, but its all worth it to see you look at him with such open adoration and love
Jamil is so delusional about this, he'd be extremely comfortable keeping you hypnotized to his desire for your entire lifetime
"It's not fake, all I'm doing is enhancing feelings you always had"
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Rook is probably the first to figure out he’s not the only one interested in his darling
He’s been watching you for a while after all
And when he uses those supreme observation skills to observe the people around you?
He sees how his fellow vice dorm leaders gravitate towards you
And he can’t have that
At which point he would use his unique magic to tag you
And that night when you’re finally all alone?
He’d steal you
Taking you far, far away, to a place where not even his own family would think to look for him
Is he a bit sad to have abandoned his education and friends? Yes
But everything is worth it if it meant he gets his darling all to himself
Be prepared to be moved at the drop of a hat as well
because Rook did not get this far just to give you up to another
“Home is not a location, its the people we love, and I love you most of all.”
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Lilia is quite calm when he realizes
He has the best taste after all, so of course other people wish to appreciate you
Trey giving you gifts? Jade offering to help you with your studies? Rook watching you outside your window every night as you sleep?
All fine with Lilia, he’s confident like that
It’s when those same individuals make any move towards you that he has a problem
Those gifts contain a love potion? Trey will find he is suddenly missing three fingers on each hand
Rook escalates from just watching to sneaking into your dorm room? He will lose an eye
First offence, they get a maiming warning
Second offence, they die
Lilia is efficient, because in his mind, you have already chosen him
He’s wooed royalty before, so his confidence isn’t entirely misplaced
But not everyone wants to be courted using gifts a cat would bring in from outside
If you're fine with receiving severed body parts as a gift, it can be considered cute
But Lilia would NEVER share his darling with another yandere who wants your heart
With his family? Maybe! As long as they keep their paws of you.
"They can certainly look, after all, masterpieces are mean to be admired"
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I like to imagine Jade vs Ruggie happens in a class you and Jade don’t share. He’s that obsessed. Jamil in the corner in that classroom seething because that should have been him
If you enjoyed this post and want to see more from me feel free to check out the previous wishes or make a wish of your own.
Sincerely, Jupiter
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dandyslibrary · 5 months ago
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🐍🐙🏹
Jamil, Azul, Rook x Reader — Yandere — Angst — TWST
You guys ; NOOOO SAGE,, ANGST AGAIN!?!?
Me ; you eat whats on your plate >:(( Hope this will feed you guys for the time being while I’m making the other fics, this is just a silly gift for @plumipal !! hope you enjoy plumi.
FOR THOSE WHO ARE CONFUSED ON WHATS THE PROMPT!! Check out Plumipals' yan twst tattoo au. Then this could probably more sense!
Also probably OOC??
TW;; Aww angst :((, pfft no I’m not biased w jamil, DEESSPPERATE BOYS, Jamil crying, Sad Azul, Emotionless(?) Rook, all of them hating on the tattoo, Bad grammar?, Rook watching you sleep, Rook's part is a bit short maybe.
JAMIL VIPER 🐍
That damn tattoo.. that stupid tattoo. He hates it so much, he hates it so so bad. Why? Why did you have to put that stupid thing on you?
And what’s even worse is that it’s because of HIS overblot. It’s because of him that you got that horrible mark on your wrist.
It’s all he can think about, all he can think about is that tattoo. He feels like he’s going crazy, like he’s about to overblot.
again.
He just can’t take it, he can’t! It’s always on his mind. You looked so happy, smiling, when you confirmed that you had that tattoo. You even showed it to him as if it was the greatest decision you made..
He just wishes that oh so beautiful smile was engraved in his brain. And not that horrible tattoo.
Poor Jamil, he can’t sleep at all. His eye bags are so visible under his eyes. He couldn't eat properly either, he couldn't bring himself to stand up and get fresh air. Whats even more annoying is that Kalim has been questioning if he's fine
Jamil just simply scoffed and told him he was fine. But really he wasn’t, you probably hate him don’t you? You probably despise him to the point where you don’t wanna see him.
Well actually, you don’t, he just can’t bear to see you. Whenever he does all he can focus on is the tattoo on your wrist. It pains him so bad for being the reason of it.
Seeing you would just make him cry right on the spot, he feels so worthless and horrible.
He couldn’t take it anymore, so he started to avoid you. Like that was a good idea..
It just only made things worse than they were before, Jamil also came to a realization that he can’t live another day without seeing you.
Yes, he does hate the fact that he’s the reason you got the tattoo. But he also hates the fact of not being able to be with you. He wants to spend every second of his life with you.
Literally like a week later you were met face to face with a Jamil who looked so close to crying. He looked like a wreck, unlike the usual stoic and independent Jamil you’re used to seeing.
"Y/n.." he called out to you his eyes stuck on the ground.
"Jamil.." You answered him. How did it get this bad? You put your hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong? I haven't seen you all week.. and now you suddenly appear in front of me looking like a mess.. no offense.”
Jamil balled up his fists, the hand that you put on his shoulder was the same hand where the tattoo was in. He hated it. He shut his eyes tightly wanting the image of that tattoo out of his brain.
"Jamil?" you called out for him once more.
Opening his eyes, now staring at you directly into your eyes. You could see the tears threatening to fall.
"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry Y/n." he stammered "Please don't hate me."
"Jamil- why would I-"
"That tattoo.. it was because of me, its my fault isn't it? You despise me don't you." sniffling he grabs your other hand gently pushing the other one off of his shoulder.
He pulls your hand up to his face, your palm cupping his cheek. "I need you Y/n, I need you to love me as much as I do. I'm not second to those two right?" he continued tears slowly falling down his cheeks a smile creeping up his face.
It wasn’t because of happiness though.
"I'll be better, I promise, I'll make sure I change- anything you want from me, its yours. Just please.. please choose me."
AZUL ASHENGROTTO 🐙
When he first heard about the tattoo he couldn't believe it. He refused to believe it! You surely haven't marked yourself with those' idiots symbols, right?
You wouldn't.. yeah! Those rumours are just rumours. Theres a big chance they aren't true anyway. He would only believe them if he see's it for himself!
So for the first few days he was fine.. still overthinking. But he's just being paranoid! It's just a thing that.. will simply pass.
That was until he couldn't take it anymore. He needed to silence those thoughts, they were so noisy. He invites you into Mostro Lounge's VIP room.
He asks about the tattoo and you confirm the rumours were true. You even had the audacity to roll up your sleeve and show it off proudly.
Fucking ouch, he felt his heart shatter at that point. He wishes that he just let those voices in his head be.
"I- I see, good to know you have.. such amazing friends." he spoke bitterly with a smile. shit- he stuttered.. hope you didn't notice it..
He clears his throat, are tears forming in his eyes? He has to hold it in.. He can't look like a loser. Not in front of you..
He asks you to leave.. which he rarely does. His excuse being that he has a lot of work to do. But actually, he just wants to lock himself up and never go out again.
When you leave the tears start flowing. His elbow on his desk, while his fingers massage his temple. The papers on his desk were getting soggy, but he doesn’t care.
He could recover those papers but it would probably take so much for you to remove those stupid tattoos. Do you hate him? He thought that you and him already made up from his overblot..
He's been stuck in his office for such a long time. He's put Jade in charge for now. He needs time for himself…
The longer hes stuck in there the more he thinks about that horrid tattoo. It's stuck in his mind, and it’s torturing him. He can't let anyone else see this. He can't allow anyone to see him as a stupid little crybaby.
He just wants to sink back into his octopot..
But then an idea pops in his head.. he should think of ways to maybe, earn your favor and get his own tattoo too. Thats the perfect idea!
He tries to make up a contract but all of his ideas go to the trash. They're all so horrible! No way you'd sign these..
They're just not perfect enough for you! Most of them seem childish.. and probably stupid. If he gave one of these to you then you'd probably see him as an idiot!
"No.. no.. no..! None of these contracts are good enough!" he crumpled up the contract he was holding it and threw it into the pile across the room.
How isn't he enough for you!? Why did you have to choose those two! He's- He's your friend too right? He'll do anything for you!
So why.. why did you just have to get a tattoo of them?
He starts crying again, how many times has he cried? He's not sure. He continues to sob covering his face with his eyes.
"Prefect would never love a stupid octopus like me.."
ROOK HUNT 🏹
He stares down at your sleeping figure, your tattooed wrist exposed right in front of him. What is that, mon amour? A tattoo?
Oh! how beautiful, why hasn't he heard you talking about it though?
Oh well, at least hes the first one to see it. He bends down smiling inspecting the tattoo closer.
It reminds him of something.. no actually, someone- hold on, Deuce and Ace?
..Did you seriously get a tattoo of them? W-well, its beautiful! The beauty of friendship is truly amazing. Your bond between Ace and Deuce is truly something!
But why did you have to mark your skin with those symbols though? Couldn't it be something better? Like his name, or maybe something that reminds you of him..
He's your friend too isn't he? So why didnt you get a tattoo for him too?.. He's done so much to make you happy!
He's always tried to keep you safe too.. And to always give you gifts and appreciate for the things you have done when nobody did.
So why didn't you get a tattoo of him too?
Yes he knows! Ace and Deuce have been there longer than him.. But he could treat you better than they ever could..
...
he isn't sure how to feel about this.
So for that night he leaves early going back to pomefiore.
For the next few weeks you notice that Rook has been really silent. You dont feel like anyone's watching you either.
You haven't heard Rook's praises about love in a while either.. so something must be wrong with him. You invite him to Ramshackle so you could help him cheer up.
Rook is oh so grateful, he would be singing praises about your generosity if he wasn't so down at the moment. Rook needs you. Rook wants you to like him to the point you'd get him a tattoo of him also.
Rook finds himself laying his head on your lap his arms wrapped around your waist while kneeling on the ground. You gently run your fingers through his soft silky blonde hair.
Rook sniffled and looked up at you, and you could see a single tear form in his eye.
"My heart yearns for your favor, mon amour. I wish to be as loved as much as you love Monsieur Heart and Monsieur Spade. But It seems that you haven't noticed that yet." he whispered, his voice hoarse.
You tilted your head to the side slightly. You didn’t hear him clearly and ask him to repeat what he said.
He would’ve, but he just doesn’t feel like answering so he looked away from your eyes. You understood and went back to patting him gently.
He takes a deep breath in burry his head back into your stomach. "You’re so cruel, yet I still love you. The things I do for love." The things he does for you. He would do anything for you.
"I've never let anyone see me in this vulnerable state.” You’re so cruel, but he will still love you. No matter what, he will wait for you to love him back.
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BAM DONE. I had a little fun writing this honestly, silly little break. Thanks for reading up to this point. Sorry for the grammatical errors..
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"Hey Man I Love You, But No Fucking Way" Jamil Viper x GN Reader
Synopsis: The time has finally come for you to leave, but he isn't ready to lose you. Surely you'll hear him out, right?
Word count: ~900
A/N: I usually prefer fluff but thought I'd experiment with a little angst, though I don't think it's too intense. Never written any kind of yandere stuff before so sorry if it's tame.
Warnings: angst, yandere Jamil
This day was bound to come. He knew it, you knew it, everyone did. That didn’t make it any easier for him, though. 
He knew you had started bugging Crowley harder about going home after the second overblot. And harder again after the third, then his, and so on. He wanted to meddle, but Kalim kept him busy. Plus, his faith in Crowley was so low he thought he’d have more time. Time to win you over, time to convince you that your place was with him. And he had made progress, you two had become very close despite what went down in Scarabia over the holiday. But the time for you to go had come regardless. 
He knew you had people you missed and places you still wanted to see. He knew that at the end of the day, no matter how much he’d grown to like your presence, you were not meant to be in Twisted Wonderland. 
But he still held onto that naive hope he had that you would hear him out tonight. Perhaps too tightly.
“You know how much you mean to me, don’t you?”
“I do.” You answer almost emotionlessly.
“Then… then please-” “Don’t ask me what you’re about to ask me. Don’t do that.”
He should’ve stopped there, but he couldn’t. If there was any chance of you staying with him, he had to fight for it. So he kept going.
“Please… you don’t know what my life was like before you. Please don’t leave me like this.”
You don’t say anything back. He could already feel himself unraveling, but tried to hold it together the best he could. 
“You’re the only person I can be myself around. You’re the only person who I can show what I’m actually capable of, the only-” “Jamil, you need to stop this. Now.”
“I love you.” He admits with desperation. “I love you, please, you can’t leave me like this. I’ll never…” he trails off, holding back tears.
“I love you too, Jamil…” You sigh deeply.
“Just not enough to stay?” He snaps without thinking. The look on your face immediately tells him that was the wrong thing to say. “How fucking dare you? You think you’re the only person I’m allowed to care about? I have people that I miss, Jamil. That I’ve been missing. I had a life before this school, sorry that hurts your feelings so badly.” He hadn’t expected you to get so angry with him. 
“I didn’t mean-” “I had a life. A life without magic and overblots. Where I didn’t spend every waking moment waiting for something else bad to happen. Where people didn’t want to fight me just for existing, and I wasn’t almost constantly in some kind of trouble or danger.” You’re crying now too, and you turn your back to him as you continue. “I can’t do it. I can’t stay. There’s nothing good for me here.” “What…what can I do? There’s has to be something I can do-” “No, there isn’t. I’m leaving tomorrow and that’s that. Stop making this harder than it needs to be.”
“I…I told you, I love you!” “And I told you I love you, but I can’t do this for you!” You wipe your face as you turn to face him again. “You think I’m happy about leaving you? Of course I’m not! But I’m not going to suffer here for your sake. I have to do this, for me. Why can’t you understand that?!”
And in that moment, he finally did understand. You didn’t want to hurt him. You weren’t trying to, you just needed to look out for yourself. He couldn’t blame you for that. You said you loved him, and he believed you. He watches you sniffle in front of him and put your face in your hands. He feels remorse for how this world has treated you, and guilt for not getting what you really meant at first. Yes, he understands perfectly. 
It was the rest of the world that was the problem. You could be happy in Twisted Wonderland, you just didn’t know it. With Crowley and overblots and other stress always wearing you down, of course you didn’t think you could stay. If you were constantly hurting, how could he expect you to?
But, why hadn’t you just said that from the start? If you knew how much you meant to him, didn’t you also know just how far he’d go for you? The mountains he would make move? The people he’d dispose of? Wouldn’t you do the same for him?
Of course, you would never have to do the same for him. He would do everything, take care of everything. Nothing would keep you two from each other. All you had to do was be with him and be happy. He could make that happen, he was sure of it.
He decides that those kinds of plans don’t matter right now, though. What matters most is that you’re about to make the biggest mistake of your life, and he isn’t going to let you.
“Look at me.” “Jamil, I’m done with this. I-”
“I get that, okay? Just…please, look at me one more time.” He was pleading, and his voice sounded so terribly dejected. You sigh again. You lift your head up from your hands and meet his eyes.
“I told you, I’m sorry. I really am. I-” “Snake Whisper. Follow me. You’re not going through that mirror.”
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The worst ending 13 : Snake Charmer's Final Melody
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Yandere!Jamil Viper x GN!Reader
A/N : Hey everyone! I just wanted to say that this episode might not be as interesting as you all expected, because I'm currently working on a history class so it might come out bad Sorry in advance :(
And I'm running out of ideas right now. Sorry if I disappear for a while, but don't worry, it won't happen now.
Warning : psychological control , Depictions of hypnosis and its adverse effects , Physical and mental decline leading to character death , Emotional distress and tragic themes
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English is not my first language.
You found him alone and quiet, his small figure curled up in the corner of the room. He didn’t cry or make a sound, but his dark, piercing eyes followed you every move.
“ You can’t stay nameless forever. ” you said softly, crouching down in front of him.
He tilted his head, watching you curiously.
“ How about…Jamil? ”
For a moment, he didn’t react. Then, his lips curled into a faint smile, and he nodded slowly. you felt you heart swell with warmth.
“ Jamil it is, then. ”
At first, he didn’t speak. He communicated with gestures and expressions, his silence both mysterious and endearing. But as days turned into weeks, he began to open up. His first words came unexpectedly one morning as he handed you a cup of tea he had made himself.
“ y/n ” he said softly, his voice smooth and quiet.
Tears pricked your eyes as you accepted the tea. “ You’re such a clever boy, Jamil. ”
Jamil grew into an incredibly capable child. By the time he was seven, he could cook meals better than you and keep the house spotless. His attention to detail was meticulous, and he took pride in taking care of you.
“ y/n ” he said one evening as they sat down for dinner. “ I noticed you’ve been forgetting to eat lunch at work, so I packed you something for tomorrow. ”
You blinked in surprise, looking at the neatly packed lunchbox he handed you. “ Jamil, you didn’t have to do this. ”
“ I wanted to. ” he replied simply, his dark eyes unwavering. “ You take care of me, so I’ll take care of you. ”
You smiled, you chest tightening with emotion. “ Thank you, Jamil. You’re the best. ”
He was the perfect child—obedient , thoughtful , and always one step ahead. But there was something unsettling about the way he watched you sometimes, his gaze intense and calculating.
It started innocently enough. you had been feeling stressed, and Jamil offered to help you relax.
“ Look at my eyes. ” he said one evening as you sat on the couch, massaging you temples. “ I’ll make you feel better. ”
You hesitated but trusted him. “ Alright... ”
Jamil voice became soft and hypnotic as he spoke, guiding you into a state of calm. “ You’re safe. You’re loved. You don’t need to worry about anything. ”
When you woke up, you felt refreshed, the tension in your body gone. “ Thank you, Jamil. ” you said, ruffling his hair.
But it didn’t stop there. Jamil began using his hypnotic abilities on your more frequently, often without you knowledge. At first, it was harmless—helping you sleep, easing you headaches. But soon, he started to push further, planting suggestions and altering your memories.
“ Don’t you remember, y/n? You promised we’d stay home today. ” he say with a smile, even though you was certain you had made plans to go out.
Confused, you nod, unsure of your own recollections. “ Yeah…maybe I must’ve forgotten. ”
Over time, you began to notice strange symptoms. you would wake up with splitting headaches and occasional nosebleeds. You memory became unreliable, and you often felt disoriented.
“ Jamil, have you noticed anything strange about me lately? ” you asked one evening, rubbing your temples as another headache throbbed behind your eyes.
He looked at you with feigned concern. “ You’ve been overworking yourself, y/n. You need to rest more. ”
You nodded, trusting his judgment. But the symptoms only worsened. you find yourself forgetting simple things—where you put your keys, what day it was, even conversations you had with Jamil.
One day, you woke up in a daze, unable to remember the events of the previous night. “ Jamil, did we do anything yesterday? ”
He smiled gently. “ You were tired, so I helped you relax. You don’t need to worry about anything. ”
You condition deteriorated rapidly. You began experiencing blackouts, losing hours at a time. You headaches became unbearable, and you once sharp mind felt foggy and dull.
One evening, as you sat on the couch, clutching you head, you turned to Jamil with desperation in your eyes. “ Something’s wrong with me, Jamil. I need to see a doctor. ”
He froze, his calm demeanor faltering for a moment. “ You don’t need a doctor, y/n. I’ll take care of you. ”
“ No, Jamil. ” you said firmly, your voice trembling. “ This is serious. I can’t keep living like this. ”
His expression darkened, and for the first time, you saw something cold and unyielding in his eyes. “ You don’t trust me? ”
“ Of course I do. ” you said softly. “ But I need help— ”
“ You don’t need anyone but me. ” he interrupted, his voice low and dangerous.
You heart raced as you realized the depth of his control over your. “ Jamil… what have you done to me? ”
The next morning, you woke up feeling weaker than ever. You vision blurred, and you limbs felt heavy. You stumbled into the kitchen, where Jamil was waiting with a cup of tea.
“ Drink this. ” he said, his voice soothing.
You took the cup with trembling hands, staring at him with tears in your eyes. “ Jamil… I’m scared. ”
“ You don’t need to be. ” he said softly, his gaze unwavering. “ I’ll take care of everything. ”
As you sipped the tea, you vision darkened, and you body grew numb. You collapsed onto the floor, you breathing shallow.
Jamil knelt beside you, his expression calm and composed. “ You’ll be at peace now, y/n. You’ll finally rest. ”
You last thought was of the boy you had named, the child you had loved so deeply have killed you.
Jamil sat in the empty house, the silence pressing down on him. He stared at the spot where you had taken you last breath, his mind racing with conflicting emotions.
He had done it to protect you, to keep you with him forever. But now, you was gone, and the emptiness you left behind was unbearable.
“ I’ll take care of everything. ” he whispered to the empty room, his voice hollow.
But no amount of cooking or cleaning could fill the void in his heart. He had taken everything from you, and in doing so, had destroyed the one person who made his world whole.
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