#yandere jeepers creepers

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Jeepers Creepers Would Include:

As a yandere, he's obsessive and fiercely protective, with a strong desire to be the center of your attention and love. Jealousy fuels his actions, as he'll go to extremes to keep you all to himself. Obsessive monitoring, stalking, and possessiveness are part of the package, though with an underlying sweetness and a fierce loyalty to you.

He maintains a sense of ownership over you, often viewing you as "his" and becoming aggressive if he perceives any threat to your relationship. He may also exhibit controlling behaviors, dictating your interactions with others and attempting to isolate you from friends and family who he sees as competition.

He might be controlling, attempting to isolate you from others to maintain his exclusive bond. He'll also likely demand constant reassurance and affirmation of your love for him, seeking validation for his intense feelings. While he can be loving and affectionate, his need for control can sometimes blur the lines between passion and possessiveness.

He'll express his love through extravagant gestures and unwavering devotion, even to the point of obsession. Your safety and well-being are paramount to him, and he'll fiercely guard you against any perceived threats, real or imagined. Despite his possessiveness, he can be incredibly protective and caring, although his obsession can lead to possessive and controlling behavior.

His intense love and attachment can lead to possessive behavior, like tracking your phone, checking your messages, or even isolating you from friends and family. While he'll shower you with affection and gifts, it's all in the name of keeping you close and dependent on him.

His love is all-consuming, and he'll go to extremes to ensure you're never apart. Expect intense, unwavering devotion, often expressed through romantic gestures, gifts, and declarations of love. He may also display a willingness to resort to manipulation, control, or even violence to keep you with him.

He might exhibit a possessive nature not just over you but also the environment around you. He may feel territorial about shared spaces, asserting dominance and demanding that you pay attention to him. Additionally, his sense of self-worth is often deeply tied to your affection, leading to a constant need for reassurance and validation.

There's an element of hyper-focus with this yandere, where he becomes intensely dedicated to learning everything about you - your likes, dislikes, fears, and dreams. He collects personal items, like pictures or mementos, as tokens of his obsession. Privacy becomes an alien concept to him as he believes knowing everything about you is a form of intimacy.

The line between love and obsession blurs with his heightened sense of jealousy. If he perceives your interactions with others as too friendly or thinks someone else is interested in you, he might react with extreme jealousy, potentially leading to possessive or even violent outbursts. He also monitors your social media or phone to ensure no one else is encroaching on his claim over you.

Rewards in this twisted dynamic are often contingent on obedience. If you cater to his obsessive desires and show complete devotion to him, he may reward you with praise, tokens of affection, or small freedoms. However, any sign of rebellion or independence is met with punishment - ranging from emotional manipulation to outright threats. The rewards are a means to reinforce the power dynamic and control he seeks over you.

Punishments for not meeting his expectations are varied and can be harsh. He withdraws affection, ignores you completely, or subjects you to prolonged bouts of silence as a form of psychological torment. He also threatens to harm himself or others in response to your perceived disobedience, using emotional blackmail to ensure your compliance.

Arguments with this psycho are intense. He might become jealous or suspicious, perceiving your disagreement as a threat to the bond he's trying to maintain. Instead of constructive communication, he's likely to use underhanded tactics like guilt trips or manipulative tears. He's quick to forgive if you submit to his will, but any sign of resilience or insistence on your viewpoint could escalate into controlling or even dangerous behavior as he struggles to maintain the power dynamic.

The affection from him is a double-edged sword. He showers you with declarations of love, gifts, and words of endearment, but it's all laced with an undercurrent of possessiveness and manipulation. The line between love and obsession blurs as his affection becomes a means to control and dominate you, rather than a genuine expression of love. He sees you not just as a partner but as a prized possession to be kept under his tight grip.

Dates with him are more than just romantic outings - they're another tool for his possessive behavior. He'll plan every detail, likely choosing activities that align with his desires, showing a need to steer the direction of the date. He might test your loyalty by introducing scenarios where strangers or past connections might flirt with you, gauging your reaction to ensure that your attention remains solely on him.

He perceives potential threats to your relationship as a reason to eliminate them, believing that getting rid of those who could pose emotional or physical harm to you is the only way to secure your complete devotion. However, this act of violence often stems from an unhealthy desperation rather than a genuine desire for your protection.

There have been instances where individuals close to his beloved have tried to intervene, believing they're rescuing you from his "clutches." Typically, these attempts are futile as he's already established a strong hold on his darling, making it difficult for others to break the psychological bond you share. His obsession leads him to take proactive steps to prevent such interference, ensuring that you remain safely under his control.

Marriage, in this case, is not a union based on mutual respect and love but another extension of his possessive grip. He might insist on quick engagements or even propose to you in a way that doesn't allow dissent or choice. The wedding, in his mind, is a public declaration of his ownership over you. The concept of "forever" becomes a trap as he uses the institution to further bind you to him, both emotionally and legally.

The idea of children, just like every other aspect of life, is seen through the lens of his obsession. He might see children as a way to eternally bind you to him or as an opportunity to mold someone completely in his image. He might become intensely possessive and protective of the child as well, seeing any influence other than his own as a threat.

If you didn't want or couldn't have children, it would likely create tension in the relationship. While he may initially try to push or manipulate you to reconsider, ultimately he would have to accept this decision. However, his acceptance could come with a slew of emotional baggage, as it would challenge his deep-seated need for complete control and ownership. He might withdraw affection, or even begin to resent you for not giving him the family he desires, potentially creating further conflicts.

"I own you. You belong to me. You are mine and only mine. You will do everything I tell you. You will do whatever it takes to make me happy. I am your world, and I will not allow anyone to change that. You are nothing without me. You are nothing without my love."

Erotic humiliation - Degrading someone, putting you down, and making you feel inferior during sex can be incredibly arousing for him.

Bondage - Tying you up and taking control of your body is a huge turn-on for him. Seeing you helpless and at his mercy only amplifies the pleasure.

Masturbation - Watching himself or someone else masturbate can be incredibly erotic. The sight of fingers sliding over skin, or a hand gripping a throbbing cock...it's all so tantalizingly sensual to him.

Choking - The thought of his hands around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp and squirm...it's a dangerous fantasy that sends shivers down his spine.

Spanking - The feeling and idea of his hand connecting with soft flesh...both are equally enticing.

[theyanderespecialist]

Creeper's Mate (1?) Yandere Jeeper Creeper X Listener

[yanderes-galore]

Watched Jeepers Creepers 3 today.

I still love this franchise :)

Yandere Halloween Prompts Day: 23

Word/Theme: Foreign

Yandere! The Creeper

A/N: It was odd for me to write but I didn't mind ^^ I still like to experiment writing Slashers! It's a little short as I wasn't sure where to bring the plot? Think of this as a concept :)

Pairing: Romantic/Animal/Pet-like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Questionable Yandere behavior and Kidnapping.

You felt as if you were being toyed with. Like your death was being prolonged. You could do nothing but run and hide, even then it wouldn't be long until you were found.

From what the townsfolk have been telling you, your fate was sealed. It could smell your fear. You knew it wouldn't stop until it found out what it wanted from you.

"I'll die being hunted like an animal...." You whisper to yourself. No matter how much you locked the doors and tried to defend yourself you knew your fate would be the same. Any psychic would tell you the same thing.

The thumping and crashing coming from the upstairs floor of your house didn't do much to quell your fear. That was probably what you needed most right now. To make it stop following your scent.

Quietly you open the bottom floor window. It has been dragging this out for quite a long time. It must really enjoy manipulating your fear.

Slipping out the window silently you hoped luring it here would work. Your house was so full of your smell maybe it wouldn't follow you. The question was, where to go now.

You shiver to yourself, crossing your arms while walking away from the scene. If you could just get a breather like right now to plan you would be fine.

"Just be distracted a little while longer...." You pray.

That sense of calmness was quickly interrupted when a smash came from your house. Of course, the creature wasn't a dumb animal.... It was intelligent. Why else would it toy with you.

A loud screech was heard from behind you. You were stunned for just a moment before you began to run. Your ears rang but that wasn't enough to stop you.

When you were practically pounced to the ground you could tell the creature had enough of following you. The game of cat and mouse was over. Your judgment now must come....

You truly felt like prey when the foreign creature relished in your fear. How close it was sent chills down your spine. You hope it all would be painless.

Growls came from the creature behind you. It didn't seem too keen on letting you leave. It was clearly not doing this just for some sick pleasure, it wanted something.

It needed something.

No matter how much you struggled, the creature only had to shift ever so slightly to pin you again. Once the creature was done...sniffing you to assess who knows what, it leans back.

You're then aggressively grabbed and pulled up from under the creature. You've only ever seen it with its human disguise... seeing it in its full beast like form terrified you. Wings and all....

It never seemed to speak vocally towards you, either. Only growls and roars. Everything it did made you want to run....

You continued to push against it, the creature carrying you close with the intent of taking you with it.

"Don't do this...please don't do this! I've got nothing you want!" You plead. The creature seems to listen before shaking its head. It then takes one of its hands and makes a circle motion around you. You realized what it meant.

'All of you....'

It wanted all of you....

"Why...?" You ask. You weren't expecting an answer. How could it give you one? It only stared at you, growling once more, before taking off with you in arms.

The entire time you struggled. It didn't matter if you fell to your death, anything was better than dying by this thing's claws. It never seemed to care.

By the end of it your throat was painfully raw. Your muscles were tired, too. You had little to no energy by the time the creature landed. You were in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere, completely at its mercy.

A new sound then came from it. A 'coo' like sound reaches your ears, odd leathery skin brushing against your cheek. Then there was a wet tongue against your neck and face. It all felt strange.

You try to pull back and it changes to growling again. It had an odd fascination with you.

You couldn't tell if that was scarier than death....

[littlenightma]

Hello. I hope this request is not strange. Can you write a Yandere Jeeper Creepers headcanon?

Yandere!Jeepers Creepers Headcanons (NSFW)

• Your scent was intoxicating and it called to him like a siren’s song. He drops his latest kill to the ground. He had to find the source of the delicious smell or he was going to go insane. As he searches, he is bombarded with an assemblage of differentiating scents, but none of them are yours. Where are you, sneaky human? He flaps his wings harder until he is nothing but an unrecognizable blur in the sky.

• And there you are, pinned beneath him, screaming and squirming. Talons dig into your skin. Muscles ripple beneath your hands as you futilely try to pry away. He trails his nose everywhere, sniffing and scanning, searching for something. You think, this is it. This thing is going to rip me to shreds. He finally comes to a stop between your legs. Ah, there it is. To your horror he buries his face there and inhales deeply and rises with a toothy grin. He is going to enjoy you.

• Unfortunately for you, Creepers mate for life, so unless something terrible happens and you die, you’re stuck with him forever. Mating lets him to bypass the 23 year hibernation cycle, too, so yeah, until you die, you belong to the Creeper.

• There’s no use in running. He can track you from miles away and will find you every time. Not to mention he will be very displeased and will rip whoever helps you apart. All those times he allowed you to leave the den for a few hours are long gone.

• Creeper doesn’t talk much — and it depends on if he has vocal cords on him at the time — but every now and again he calls you different pet names from little human, pretty pet, or a simple mate/pup because he senses how you like it. His main form of communication is through body language or vocalization. When he growls you know you’re in trouble or when he tenses and his ears perk, it means there is someone or something nearby and you are expected to hide until it’s safe to come out.

• You do most of the talking because of this. Whenever he brings home bodies to “work on”, he listens to you ramble about different things: the weather, politics, or the new tv show you’ve been watching. He doesn’t understand a lot of it like why humans feel the need to buy their food when there was a plenty of animals to be hunted or why there were some who refused to eat meat altogether, but it doesn’t matter to him as long as he gets to hear your voice.

• Very territorial. Does not like when males of any species get close to you. Human, feline, canine, it doesn’t matter, however humans can get you pregnant and if that were to happen, he’d have no choice but to kill the offspring. No mate of his was going to bear any children that didn’t belong to him.

• Will scent and mark you to let others know you are already claimed. If anyone wants to fight for the right to have you, they can certainly try, but you know what’s going to happen, right? It’s not going to end well for them.

• You know who is in charge here, don’t you? You humans deemed yourselves the apex predators, top of the food chain, but it’s certainly not him rolled onto his back and displaying his belly in a show of submission. Such a good little pet you are.

• You’re unprepared for when he knots you the first time. Your initial reaction is to move away, however the knot is connecting you to him and will not budge, causing pain. You have no choice but to lay there and allow it to lodge itself further inside you. It’s intense, the feeling of his knot invading you, stretching you more than his monstrous cock did. You can’t believe you’re being fucked like an animal in the literal sense and how it’s even remotely possible for your human body to be adjusting so well. Wasn’t your body supposed to instinctively push out anything foreign? So why was your body greedily sucking him in and why was it starting to feel so good? Oh…

• When you’re on your period, it sends him into a state of frenzy and he will not leave you alone. The combination of your blood mixed with your pheromones are begging him to breed you. While it is impossible for him to impregnate humans, you’re still going to be put on your hands and knees, ass up and ready so he can fuck you all night long.

• And when I say all night long — I mean it. There are no breaks, no time outs, no breathers for you to take. It’s just him pounding into you relentlessly until his knot forms then it’s rinse and repeat. It’s messy, it’s sticky, and the more you cry out, the harder he goes. If you reach behind and grab his hips, pulling him close because you’re needing more is exactly how he wants you; a pleading, blood-soaked, cock drunken mess. You will never have to worry about having cramps again because he will fuck them right out of you.

• Loves to play fight. One because he wants you to learn how to properly pounce and pin prey to the ground. The more you learn to give into your own primal instincts that humans have all but lost long ago and learn to protect yourself when he isn’t around, the less he has to worry. Two, because of the social aspect of it. He likes spending time with his human and enjoys when you try your best to get the upper hand. Sometimes he will let you win, but there’s no changing the dynamics here. He will always play the dominate role.

• Takes you on impromptu flying trips. At first you were too scared to open your eyes to even look at anything and he has to jostle you until you do. It’s scary to know you’re that high in the air, but the fear eventually gives way and you begin to enjoy the wind blowing in your face.

• On those rare occasions when the Creeper isn’t out and prowling for himself, he rests you on top of his chest and cocoons you within his wings, locking them tight. He hums an old tune while scratching your back with his claws and eventually you are lulled to sleep, dreaming of a winged creature who has turned your life upside down.

• But maybe not for the worst.

[tac-the-unseen]

Could you do more on the creeper? (Keepers creepers) that THING has me in a chokehold and I love him dearly. There’s not really anything specific, just a couple of headcannons of yours would be fine!! 🖤

Jeepers creepers X Reader Headcannons

•Obsessed

•He's Obsessed with everything about you

•Of course the first thing he noticed was your Scent

•He drives nose first into your Neck at every opportunity he gets

•Is very proud of himself when you slowly start to smell like him

•He expanded his Nest so you could fit in it with him

•He reworked his sleep/awake schedule just so he could spend more time with you (much to the dismay of the townspeople)

•He’ll occasionally drop off a dead body for you like how a cat would drop off a dead mouse for its owner

•He knows you don't eat humans but it's more of a ‘Look! I can provide!’ more than anything

•If he IS looking to feed you he'll hunt down a wild turkey or deer (eating it will result in praise taken the form of purring)

•Purrs whenever you touch him (ie; brushing up against him, cuddling, holding his hand) this is especially true when your relationship is new and you're getting used to him

•begrudgingly let's you leave to pick up food and other necessities

•He does isolate you from friends and family every other opportunity though

•If you have male friends, no you don't

•They Will be eaten

•If you want to sneak out to see somebody it has to be well he's sleeping and extremely quickly.

•He wakes up every hour and a half Just to quickly look around, do whatever he has to do, and fall back asleep

•If he catches you sneaking out he'll lock you in his work room until he can trust you again (This could take months depending on severity)

•Love to fly with you, even if you're scream in terror

•Extremely territorial

•Not just of you or his space, but of the whole town. To him that is his space And he will not tolerate intruders

•Saw a guy give his girlfriend flowers once while he was driving and decided to give you flowers too

•They were mostly weeds from a nearby field, But do his credit there were some flowers in there

•It's very surprising how well kept his house is

•Yes it looks like a grandma on LSD designed it, but he has a functional bathroom. What more could a person ask?

•He allows you to make changes (Add decor, paint walls, refurnish the house) just as long as you leave his room and basement alone

•You are allowed to occupy the cave area, in fact he happily shows you around

•Makes you Little trinkets

•Loves to make rings for you

•He surprisingly crochets, and makes you blankets, hats, socks, and a bunch of other stuff

•Brings you books and children’s toys so you don't get bored (he likes the colorful lights some of them make)

•Steals Records He thinks you'll like and plays them while you're with him in his work room

Thanks for reading <3

Whipped this up at 5am extra eepy

[yan-lorkai]

Chapter One: The Deities City

☆ A/N: Finally the first chapter is done, I've been working on this since last halloween but the idea was not developed enough back there so I didn't said anything till I had thought of a good, coherent plot. I said before that this was inspired by movies like Jeepers creepers and Midsommar and it's true. But this take a lot of influence of Setealem too, which is a brazilian legend where sometimes you enter another dimension without knowing through an invisible portal and, if you're lucky you will find your way back home. Otherwise you be trapped there forever (i can talk in more detail later if someone wants to hear).

Also I don't know exactly how many chapter there will be, maybe five to ten because I wrote a lot and I mean A LOT, plus I've created some random names for a few nameless characters (Jade and Floyd's parents, Azul's mom, etc). Anyway I'm rambling now, BUT not everything is what it seems! Have a fun read, y'all! :3

☆ Word account: 10553

☆ Tagging: @harukishiyo @jackalope0 @yuuandtheghost @laythestar @whimsybloom @dandyslibrary @gensou-rakuen @orisaspirin @shironakuronatasa @kiraiyugen

☆ Warnings: Yandere content, gn!reader, lovesick!jade, drugging, this chapter is more slow paced, gotta set the mood first to stole y'all breath later :D

The room was shrouded in dim light, illuminated only by the flickering flames of candles positioned around a dark wooden table. The scent of melted wax mingled with the faint aroma of damp earth, as if it had been brought from a distant place. At the center of the table, among the candles, rested an ancient ceramic bowl, partially filled with grains of black soil, as if it were the pulsing heart of something far greater.

The woman leaned over the table, gazing at the soil with deep, expressionless eyes, the tone of her eyes reflecting against the light. She lightly moved her fingers, tracing circles on the worn wood, as her voice emerged as a whisper, laden with secrets.

“The soil... it's more fertile now,” she said slowly, without raising her eyes. She seemed to be thinking deeply, unaware of the things happening around her. “It's the sign we've been waiting for over the past centuries. The roots have begun to grow more, and they are strong.”

The man, seated on the other side of the table, observed with an attentive expression and eyes trained to recognize such signs, humming in a cheerful tone. His hands rested on his knees, motionless, but his eyes gleamed with a dark curiosity. 

“The roots have grown, yes,” he murmured softly. “But it was what we gave them that allowed this. You know that, Meli.”

She nodded slightly, an almost imperceptible movement. “The sacrifices... each one of them, feeding the soil. The earth demands, and we offer.” Her voice echoed in the room, as if carrying an ancient weight, centuries of secrets kept. “But don't you think the soil... has become greedier since our little lost lamb is finally returning home after all this time?”

A heavy silence hung between them, broken only by the faint crackling of the candles. The man leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes fixed on the bowl of soil. “The earth takes what is necessary. No more, no less.” He hesitated before continuing. “But the offerings... They've been brought back home now. Each one... returning to the place they came from. Whoever our little lamb is, we will find them if they've truly come back this time.”

The woman slowly lifted her gaze, locking eyes with the man for the first time. Her expression remained impenetrable, but there was a gleam in the depths of her stare, an unspoken question.

“Could you bear another millennium without them?” Her voice was a barely audible whisper.

He smiled, a brief and enigmatic smile, as if he already knew the answer before the conversation began. “The oracle foretold it, Meli. That’s how the cycle works.” His eyes shone with a mystery she seemed to understand perfectly. “The soil feeds, and so do we. Our child will return, be patient.”

The silence returned, heavier this time. The candle flames flickered again, casting distorted shadows on the walls. Both of them knew they were speaking of more than just offerings. The soil, the blood, the lives that had been given — it was all part of an ancient pact, something neither dared to mention directly.

The knowledge of primordial events, their history, a story marked upon the world, passed from father to son, from son to grandson, never stopping.

She lowered her gaze back to the bowl of soil. “Sometimes I wonder, will the sacrifices be remembered?”

“Not in the way you expect,” the man replied, his voice firm but soft. “They’ll be forgotten, like all the others, but what they gave will live on in the soil. The earth never forgets, and neither do we.”

The woman smiled, a cold but satisfied smile. 

“Then so be it,” she said softly. “The soil is ready. Now, it just needs more.”

He joined his hand with hers, their fingers fitting together perfectly as she leaned over the table to seal their lips in a chaste kiss.

“Soon, we will all be together again.”

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"Hey, Azul, are we there yet?" 

Floyd asked in a bored tone, deliberately dragging out the syllables to sound as irritating as possible. His smirk widened, his heterochromatic eyes twinkling with mischief, relishing in the annoyance he was causing - Azul was his chosen target. And Floyd had been tormenting him for a while now with no intention of stopping anytime soon. 

It was funny, the way his lips curled and the strict glare he directed to his friend. Floyd was having too much fun to stop, Azul's glasses were slowly slipping down his nose, which he pushed back up and gripping the steering wheel, he turned to look at Floyd exasperated. 

There were many things he wanted to shout and say but he remained focused on the silent road, containing a sigh inside his chest as Floyd poked his cheek and made a “bop” sound repeatedly. 

For the past thirty minutes, he had been incessantly repeating the same question, fully aware of the answer, or, like he liked to do, poking and pinching Azul's sides. His voice grew louder and more obnoxious each time he asked something, loud enough to rouse you from the deep sleep that had claimed you hours ago and earn a stern glare from his twin brother, Jade. As well as Azul, who elbowed him hard.

"We'll be there in half an hour, if you stop pestering me we'll arrive even earlier," Azul replied, his tone heavy with irritation.

The car trudged along the muddy road, rocking gently with every bump. The warmth of Jade's embrace enveloped you, your eyelids threatening to drop shut once more. You were so comfortable and cozy, and you fought against the tiredness to stay awake, nestled in his arms as if they were made to hold you. It was then that you realized that he had wrapped a blanket around you as you slept. You smiled at that. 

A yawn escaped you, drowsiness seeping through your limbs as "Take Me to Church" started to play softly on the radio. The sound was hypnotizing, albeit a little strange and faded. You didn't give it much thought, returning your attention to Azul's explanation. 

"We just follow the road and we'll arrive there soon," He said, pointing to the aged map in Floyd's lap. Yellowed and dog-eared, it was evident that they had traveled through this route many times during their childhood. 

And, despite having their phones right now, they still decided to rely on the map instead. You could only guess the reason; their hometown was a small city in the middle of the country, not many knew about it. You yourself didn't know much about it. 

"But it takes so long..." Floyd complained, rolling up the map and stashing it in the glove compartment impatiently. In a rhythmic pattern he drummed his fingers against the window, humming along with the song. “Can't we take a shortcut?” 

Nobody replied.

Though there was no shortcut. Not anymore at least. A few years ago, that road had a number of shortcuts, but eventually nature arranged so that none more could be used. Only the main road was the option now, even then sometimes the fog fell over it, blinding everyone. Even the more reckless motorists had to be careful, otherwise, they'd be put to sleep forever. 

Resigned, Floyd retrieved his phone from his pocket, popped in his earphones, and tuned out the world around him.

The travel thus far had been rather lengthy, a solid eight hours of driving at a brisk pace with only a few brief stops for restroom breaks and leg stretches. You hadn't anticipated it dragging on for so long, and your legs were already feeling numb from remaining in the same position for hours.

Despite your discomfort, Jade seemed content to hold you securely in his arms, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked at you with adoration. He always looked at you like this.

"My face is probably all puffy, huh?" You chuckled.

Jade's mismatched eyes traced over your features, and he chuckled. "Yes, it is, but it only adds to your charm, if I do say so myself. You're so adorable I could bite your cheeks."

"You flatterer," You teased, rolling your eyes but unable to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. Jade may have called you adorable, but in that moment, he was the epitome of adorableness in your eyes.

Turning your attention to the window, you watched as the verdant landscape slowly shifted before your eyes. It was a stark contrast to the bustling city life you were accustomed to, with towering trees reaching towards the orange-tinged sky and birds returning to their nests for the evening. There was a serene beauty to it all and you found yourself captivated by the tranquil scenery. You felt strangely at home, in peace, almost as if it was the first time you were feeling this kind of peace.

On the horizon, a herd of cows and calves caught your eye, and you couldn't help but press your face against the window in excitement.

"Yo, Jade, look at them!" You exclaimed, your voice brimming with childlike wonder as you pointed in their direction. Your boyfriend chuckled beside you, his amusement evident in his tone. "They're so cute."

"How much do you love them?" He asked teasingly.

"A lot!" You turned to face with a playful glare, his hand cupping your face tenderly.

"Then you're going to have a blast when we arrive. There are plenty of cows and hens in Setealem. I'm sure Grandma Marja would let you play and feed them if you ask nicely." Jade chuckled a little as if he knew a secret that you don't. He did this a lot sometimes. “Be careful with the hens though, they can be quite aggressive.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with anticipation as you imagined all the adventures awaiting you in their hometown. The city may have been small, with only about twenty families living there, but Floyd and Jade had told you countless tales and stories, while Azul had explained its unique customs.

They even had their own gods and mythology. You could remember 

Setealem sounded like a fascinating place, and you were eager to explore it alongside them. Strange enough searching about it on google didn't work, nor didn't when you searched for their unique gods or history, as if it didn't exist at all - Floyd assured you that it was because many people didn't know the place, as it was just a small district without any nearby state neighbors.

You had been longing to meet Jade's parents for some time now but college was kicking your ass hard and you couldn't afford to travel with them before because of it. Sneaking a glance in his direction as he passed bottles of water to his brother and Azul, you knew you were serious about your future together. One day, you hoped to slip a ring onto Jade's finger and call him yours.

And to do that, you needed to earn his parents' blessing — with a little help from Floyd and Azul to orchestrate the proposal, of course. You had such a clear vision of how you wanted it to be. You and him, traveling through some tranquil and beautiful place like this, and then, boom! A proposal! 

There were so many ideas you wanted to explore, so many details to plan and reconsider. Everything had to be perfect. It needed to be perfect. Jade deserved it.

"Do you want some water, love?" Jade offered a bottle, and you accepted it with a small, grateful smile. Love. Oh, how you loved it when he called you that. You loved knowing that you were his love.

Your throat sang with joy at being blessed with that precious liquid, which you sipped slowly, still contemplating the landscape unfolding before you. The serene scenery seemed like the perfect backdrop for the moment you had dreamed of. And as waves of emotion swelled within you, your eyes occasionally drifted to admire Jade's gentle features — the line of his jaw, his neck that you loved to bite gently, his lips so perfectly kissable.

Sometimes, you caught yourself laughing like a little girl with a crush. But it was impossible not to feel that way around him. He was simply perfect in your eyes.

He has been such an attentive love since your relationship started. He took you to a picnic to watch the starry skies, he first kissed you with a gentleness that few had. He treated you as something made of glass, delicate and soft. And you loved it. 

"Jadeeeeee, I'm hungry," Floyd interrupted the moment, turning to his brother with pleading eyes. Although they looked so alike in appearance, you found it funny how different they were in personality. "And bored. So bored I might die. I’II die and leave you brotherless," He added as if it were a fact that everyone needed to know.

And honestly, it was. 

Floyd had severe mood swings and whenever that happened, he enjoyed annoying everyone, he enjoyed pulling Jade's hair, poking Azul's side and pinching you on the neck, he enjoyed the angry and frustrated looks he received back from each of you. Or the swearing and the failed attempts to hit him. Or, in some cases, he just got really sad and no one and nothing could cheer him up. In this case, it was better to let him be. 

Now though, a mischievous smile was spreading onto his lips. He wasn't that bored. He just wanted to annoy someone other than Azul for a few seconds. 

As you had known him before Azul or Jade, you had developed your own tricks to deal with his sudden mood swings. Distracting him worked some times, not always though nor did the same trick worked a second time. You knew you had to redirect his attention to somewhere else and you knew just what to do. 

"Hey, Flo, here." You grabbed a Rubik's cube from your backpack and handed it to him. “Surely you can solve it, right?” A hint of dare in your voice, a soft, innocent smile from you and he fell into your little trap.

An instant smile formed on his face, and he let out an excited shout, making Azul flinch in the process, taking the cube from your hands and forgetting about his hunger as he promptly tried to solve it.

That would keep him busy for a few minutes. Or hours, if you all were lucky enough. You didn't think poor Azul could handle being Floyd's victim for long; he looked a little tired now, yet he refused to let any of the twins drive his car. 

"Besides, should I remind you that there are cereal bars and candy in the glove compartment?" Jade responded with his characteristic smile, pointing to the indicated spot. 

But Floyd just grumbled something low, not paying attention, moving his head from one side to another as he enjoyed his song.

You stifled a laugh. Jade would need to repeat that at least two more times.

He playfully rolled his eyes, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his lips, before his gaze lingered on you. His eyes traced the curve of your wet, parted lips, silently pleading for permission as his eyes met yours.

You reciprocated his playful eye roll, trying to imitate even the way he furrowed his eyebrows a little. It always amused you how he sought permission for a kiss, even in the most mundane moments. Despite feeling a twinge of self-consciousness about kissing him  in front of his brother and childhood friend, you couldn't resist him. Without thinking twice, you pulled him towards you by the shirt he was wearing until your mouths were pressed together and your tongues intertwined.

 The kiss started softly, then became faster and more needy. A groan escaped your throat as Jade bit your lower lip with a little more force. Each kiss shared with Jade left you breathless, craving more, and this time was no exception.

 But the need for air eventually pulled you both apart.

"You're adorable," You teased, noticing the faint blush coloring his cheeks, a sight that never failed to make your heart flutter. His usual protest didn't surface this time, a silent acknowledgment of your endearment. "My adorable little guy. What would you do without me?"

"Die," He replied simply, his words carrying a weight of absolute certainty, as if the notion of being without you was inconceivable. "I'II die without you around. My own soul would be reduced to ashes and wait till you were reborn again so we could be together. Again and again."

A choked laugh escaped Azul, followed by Floyd's infectious laughter, punctuated by exaggerated kissing noises. You rolled your eyes at their antics, watching as Jade leaned in to playfully reprimand his brother, his gaze fixed firmly on Azul.

"Focus on the road, please," You chided Azul, feeling your whole face heat up in embarrassment.

"Oops, my bad," Azul chuckled, his tone teasing as he glanced at you both through the rearview mirror. "But seriously, that was way too mushy."

As he redirected his attention to driving and changed to another song, playing "Welcome home" by Radical Face, the car shifted to a comfortable silence, the laughter gradually fading into the background. Floyd's loud munching on snacks became the only source of sound, after he proudly handed you the completed Rubik's Cube.

"Now that we've come back, mom's going to be thrilled to see my terrarium," Jade mused aloud, a mix of pride and happiness evident in his voice.

From the moment you two met, Jade had been dedicated to his terrarium. He even took the time to teach you a few things about its care, ensuring you could look after it if he wasn't around. And it was fun to take care of your little plant friends, seeing them grow strong and beautiful. It filled you with a simple sort of happiness.

"I'll never get how you and mom are into this," Floyd whined, glancing back at his brother. "And it’s not even hard to take care of. Just throw in some soil and a random plant, and it’s done or whatever."

You looked at Jade, a vein almost popping on his forehead, incredulous about such absurdity. He chuckled bitterly, shaking his head at Floyd's dismissive remark. "It's a bit more complex than that, Floyd. Each plant needs the right environment to thrive. It's about balance and harmony."

You smiled, remembering the times Jade patiently explained the intricacies of terrarium care. "It's like having a tiny ecosystem in a jar," You added, nudging Floyd playfully. "There's a lot more to it than just soil and plants. You can't water too muc-"

Floyd rolled his eyes, interrupting you. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. I spent my childhood beside him and mom rambling all about it, I know more than enough, Yuu."

You and Jade shared a knowing glance as Floyd turned around once more, Jade placed his hand over your mouth but it was an useless endeavor as you started giggling madly, your laughter echoing through the car.

You couldn't help it.

An annoyed Floyd was simply too funny.

He grumbled something under his breath but otherwise chose to remain quiet. Though you knew that he was plotting something to get back at you for laughing at him.

Well, you wanted to see him try. Back when you were both freshmen in college, he was notorious for his mischievous pranks, a reputation that preceded him, for he pranked everyone, be it student or professor alike. But you, unlike the others, didn't feel intimidated by him - on the contrary, you spent a few days thinking about how to get your revenge, when you turned into his victim. 

 From harmless jokes to elaborate pranks, you thought about it day in and day out, and when you finally turned the tables on him and left him speechless, unbeknownst to you a prank war was started in Floyd's perspective. No more he made the other students his victim, now his attention was solely on you, thinking how to win this - at first, one-sided - competition. He did it all; hiding your belongings, tying your shoelaces together, annoying stuff like that to make you angry.

But as the days turned into weeks and then months, exhaustion began to set in. The ideas ran dry, and both you and Floyd found yourselves at an impasse. That's why you knew that if Floyd was thinking something dumb, you always had an ace on his sleeve and a second and third plan.

 Turning you to be his victim is also how you make friends with him and, later on, how you met Azul and Jade, as they tried to stop your little war a few times, needless to say that their attempts to stop you failed.

Thirty minutes passed calmly, you and Jade were watching some videos on his phone while Floyd was talking about a festival in Ysli's honor to Azul - he seemed really excited and looking forward to it. 

Ysli, as far as you understood, was a genderless god, sometimes taking a masculine form and others, a feminine form, when they had to descend to the human world. And sometimes neither.

 They were responsible for... You weren't sure. Your head was aching as you tried to remember.

You had no time to recall what you heard because right at that instant Azul's announcement that you had arrived at your destination sparked excitement inside the car. As anticipation filled the air, Floyd leaned out of the window, his laughter mingling with the wind as he soaked in the moment.

Jade's hand found yours, offering a reassuring squeeze as he chuckled at his brother's antics. "Almost there," He said, his eyes lightening with anticipation. "I'm glad you're here with us."

As Azul drove through the quaint town, a surge of excitement filled you. The fresh air and warm sunlight seemed to promise adventure and fun, the soft smell of flowers dancing in the wind. Your legs ache from sitting still for the past two hours, but the anticipation of exploring was enough to soothe any discomfort.

Only a few more minutes, you thought happily.

"Wow, look at all that corn!" You exclaimed as the car passed through the endless corn fields - they were so tall, shiny and beautiful. "Do you have scarecrows too? Are they really as scary as in the movies?"

Jade chuckled at your enthusiasm, his eyes sparkling with warmth. As you approached the charming houses, you noticed a wave of excitement ripple through the town. Everyone seemed to be watching you, waving and smiling. 

It was as if you were celebrities.

The kids paused playing and running around, the teenagers stopped working and even the adults paused their conversations. It was a surreal sight. As you drove past them, you saw so many new faces and felt a mix of emotions. A kid with a tiara screaming in glee, a red haired teenager scolding his friends, a well dressed man laughing loudly.

 Your heart pounded with excitement and a sense of belonging. It was clear that you were welcome here.

The town's warmth and friendliness made you feel right at home, clearly they were different from the town's folk, always so closed off and rude. You couldn't wait to see more, so excited.

Azul brought the car to a stop in front of Jade and Floyd's childhood home.

"Finally home, thank Lilum!" Floyd leaped out of the car excitedly, opening the door and running inside in a matter of seconds. 

“Mooooooom,” You heard him scream, excited to be back.

You watched as Jade's hand hovered over the door handle, his eagerness palpable in the air. But just as he was about to step out, you couldn't help but voice the nagging question that had been weighing on your mind, making him turn to look at you.

"Do you think your parents will like me?" you asked, your voice laced with a hint of uncertainty despite Jade's reassuring smile.

His response was immediate, his confidence unwavering as he turned to face you. "You didn't even have to ask, sugar. I know they'll love you!"

His words were like a warm embrace, dispelling any lingering doubts as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. Still you stayed seated there for a few more seconds, gathering your courage and breathing hard. 

You were here. 

You wanted to be here. 

You've been wishing you could come here for months. A growing need to see the unknown, to breathe new airs, to taste new flavors.

Retrieving your backpack, you stepped out of the car with confident steps - they do say that to be confident, first you have to pretend.

As you approached the half open door, a warm feminine voice drifted through the air, a comforting melody that anchored you in the moment. Drawing in a deep breath, you prepared yourself for the impending introduction, for any variable possible.

Floyd was laughing loudly while his mother, you supposed, scolded him for acting foolishly while praising Azul for being a good driver. 

What if they don't like me? What if they don't approve of me? Oh heavens… You try not to focus on these negative thoughts for too long. Can I still run to the cornfield and hide there?

A sudden movement caught your attention. Swift and nimble, something darted towards you from the corner of your eye. You turned just in time to see a child hurtling toward you with reckless abandon, a grin stretched wide across his bubbly face.

Though he was still small and very young, the child's smile was warm like the sun breaking through clouds. The boy was wearing a little tiara with cat ears and held another one in his chubby hands, which he extended towards you, his excitement palpable. "Hey Mx, take this!"

You couldn't help but mirror his grin as he held out the second tiara towards you, his chubby fingers trembling with excitement. His energy was palpable, filling the air with a sense of joy and wonder. With a gentle laugh, you reached out and accepted the tiara, marveling at its delicate craftsmanship and the cat ears at its base.

 They were soft, akin the real ones.

"Thank you," You said, your voice filled with grace. "This is a lovely gift."

The boy beamed at your words, his eyes sparkling with delight as he giggled to himself. "You're welcome!" He exclaimed. "Now we can be tiara twins! I'm Cheka by the way."

"Oh, what a charming name!" You smiled and ruffled his hair, making him laugh, his eyes enlightening. "I'm Yuu."

"I know," Cheka murmured, his words dripped with a sinister undertone, each syllable carrying a weight that seemed to press down on you like a leaden weight. 

You laughed awkwardly, leaning to his height. “And how would you know that?”

For a second his eyes, unnaturally large and filled with innocence, seemed to bore into your very soul with a chilling knowingness. Like he knew a secret that you don't. "Because Jade told me all sorts of things about you in his pho-ne calls.”

You rubbed your eyes, probably still a little tired from the trip and mishearing him. When you looked at him again, Cheka was looking at you with those very beautiful and innocent green eyes again. 

Uncertain, you asked him softly. "Only good things, I hope?"

He nodded, smiling. “He said that in the future I'd find myself someone as loveable as you, if I behaved well, that is. Otherwise, Lilum would punish me."

“And who is Lilum by the way?” You asked him, curious to hear more about this God or Goddess of theirs. 

For a long second, Cheka looked at you, considering what to tell you - he knew a lot, yet not enough, you could see the screws turning on his head as he squinted his big eyes, trying to remember something specific. Whatever he wanted to tell you though was interrupted by a sharp, angry call.

"Cheka!" A man's voice sliced through the air, tinged with frustration. 

It was clear that he was not very pleased that the child had wandered off again. The boy glanced back at you, his expression a mix of feelings. "Be very welcome to Setelarion, Mx Yuu."

After that, Cheka called out to the man - his uncle - and jumped at the man's arms to hug him too, with the same, if not more, excitement than before, almost making both of them fall on the ground. 

His uncle begrudgingly held his nephew in his arms, you could tell he was reprimanding the boy for annoying people again for the way he was talking so sternly. You half wanted to go there and explain the situation, that Cheka wasn't annoying you at all.

You didn't need to, though. Cheka had everything under his control as he giggled and smiled at his uncle, changing topics and making jokes. 

You giggled, watching the scene with a sense of nostalgia, since you couldn't remember your childhood well. But in your dreams you remember your father, his sun kissed skin and long hair cascading down his shoulders, pushing you in the swing, while your mother's humming song filled the air. It was all you could remember before everything was consumed by darkness.

Car accident, the doctors told you. The car flipped over several times after being hit by a truck, and the driver didn't even stop to offer help.

Years later, you found a newspaper about the accident. The photos… they weren't pretty.

The sun was shining bright and the wind was so gently swaying your hair, like a mother welcoming her child back. You could stay like that for a few more seconds if it wasn't Jade calling you to enter, making you forget all about those bitter memories you held onto, about this Lilum - who must be or not, another deity of theirs -, about everything.

"Mom, I'd like to introduce you to my lover." Jade pulled you from behind him, a gentle smile on his lips as he gazed at you and, by extension, the tiara on your head. 

A little blush came to rest upon his cheeks but he brushed it off quite easily, almost giggling to himself because he was too excited. 

He turned to face her.

“Oh, heavens, are we finally meeting Jade's lover?” The woman raised her hands to the sky as if giving thanks for something. "Thank Meliantha and Levioron. I've been waiting for this moment for so long."

The voice belonged to a beautiful lady, whose silky, dark hair was tied in a loose bun and had a gentle smile on her lips. The same smile that existed on Jade's face. "His father and I have been asking this stubborn boy so hard to bring you over as soon as we found out about your relationship. It's finally good to meet you, darling!"

The warm intimacy made you feel happy, Jade's mother wrapped you in a big comfortable hug that instantly made you feel calm, even your heart had settled in your chest. At that moment you knew immediately that Jade had acquired the ability to hug warmly from his mother, because you were almost melting in her strong arms.

"Oh my, Floyd, Azul, aren't they a beautiful couple? It reminds me of me and Asher when we were younger." Their mother gestured to the couple, wiping small imaginary tears from the corners of her beautiful blue eyes.

Without realizing it, you released the breath you had been holding all this time, your legs almost turning into jelly as the tension began to slowly dissipate. The woman seemed really happy to meet you and that made you happy too.

Many of your friends had told you about how their in-laws' reactions were sometimes exaggerated and rude, you were glad that didn't seem to be the case here.

Not with Mrs. Leech, at least. Now… You had to wait for Ms Leech's reaction. 

"Come, come, I'll serve you a big slice of apple pie. All of you must be so tired." Mrs Leech said gently, holding your hand as she guided you to the kitchen. Jade and the others following right behind you.

“Oh! And I see Cheka already shared his tiara with you, he always gives one to newelcomers.” Mrs Leech praised you, laughing a little at your shy expression. “You're cute like that.”

 You thanked her with a smile and a nod.

The house was built with old wood and the floor creaked with every step, yet it was so cozy. You counted the worn boards as you walked towards the kitchen, hoping they wouldn't give way under your feet. Behind you, you could hear Floyd and Azul whispering something about tea and soil.

And Jade was humming, in another room to water his mother plants.

"Ah, what a mind… I was so excited that I didn't even introduce myself properly." She turned to you, a little laugh leaving her glossy lips. Mrs Leech let go of your hand as soon as you arrived at the kitchen, smoothing her apron as she turned to face you. "My name is Amelie, my husband, Asher, should be here soon. And he'll be so happy to meet you too."

“It's a pleasure, Mrs Leech.” You replied, a smile growing on your face as you looked at her.

 Then you side-eyed Jade when he returned to the kitchen. “Though I had no idea you were so eager to know me. Jade's been keeping me a little in the dark, I think.”

He let out a laugh, albeit it sounded strange. Almost twisted. Then it was gone just as suddenly. 

Mrs Leech wheezed, looking menacingly in her son's direction. Her arms crossed over her chest, her foot hitting the floor in a rhythmic pattern. “Is that so, Jade?” She sounded disgruntled. “And why is that?”

“I presume my motives won't be as good as you want, mom.” He smiled. Then took the tray from her sore hands and placed it on the table, like a dutiful son - a mere tactic. “But Night Raven College was chaotic and had a hectic curriculum and routine. The headmage... Well, he didn't do much. Honestly, I don't know how we graduated from a place like that.”

“Oh please, as if that's a good enough reason.” Mrs Leech rolled her eyes. “Yuu, you have my permission to hit my son now.”

“Oh, goodie.” You smiled.

 Without warning, you raise your hand and lightly slap his shoulder. Weak and feather-light, but enough to make everyone laugh as Jade throws himself back, pretending to have been hit by a brutal punch.

“He's not lying, though.” You were quickly to say, intertwining your hand with his. “I was struggling with some classes and he helped me a lot.”

Jade gave her mother a smug look, as if to say “I told you so”. Amelie rolled her eyes. 

“Ma,” Floyd pulled her attention to him. “Where 's dad?”

Floyd and Jade's father worked on the plantations while Azul's family and another friend of theirs that you had yet to meet were responsible for making sweets and food with the corn and then selling it to companies. You didn't know much about what the other families did. 

Some help, of course, you suppose, maintaining a huge plantation that size was impossible alone.

“He went out to buy some more eggs and flour.” 

Amelie then began to skillfully set the table, carefully placing the cutlery and adjusting the napkins. There was a genuine happiness in her eyes as she worked and a peaceful hum left her lips. Little 'ows' were flying everytime Floyd tried to steal a piece of pie and was hitted by his mom's wooden spoon.

The sweet, earthy smell of freshly baked corn filled the air, mingling with the subtle aroma of herbs slowly boiling in a kettle on the stove. The kitchen was full of small details, from wildflower vases on the windowsill to the wooden shelves lined with ceramic bowls, each different from the next, as if they had been collected over the years.

“Mind your manners, Floyd!” She scolded him.

The golden, perfectly baked crust cracked lightly as she cut the first slice, moving the knife with precision and serenity, as if each motion was part of an ancient ritual. Her gestures were slow, almost meditative, and the kitchen seemed to follow this calm rhythm, as if time had a fluidity of its own, unhurried to pass.

The sound of birds chirping, the sunlight slowly fading as the evening approached. Jade, Floyd and Azul sat at the wooden table in the center of the kitchen, and you joined them, your gaze wandering across the walls decorated with old plates and hand-embroidered dish towels.

Floyd, restless as ever, tapped his fingers on the table, but even he seemed affected by the kitchen's serene atmosphere, his eyes drifting to the slices of pie that Amelie was delicately serving.

“I hope you like it,” she said softly, almost like a whisper that floated in the air, as she turned around with a plate in each hand. She placed the first slice in front of you, and the scent of sweet corn and freshly melted butter rose, filling the air with a rich, inviting fragrance.

You were almost salivating. After hours on the road, you hadn’t eaten anything nutritious or that tasted this good. And with the first bite, you smiled, it was so delicious.

“This recipe is one of the favorites here at home. I made it with corn harvested this morning.” Amelie seemed radiant that you liked the pie she had prepared.

You observed the slice of pie in front of you, the thin, crispy crust still warm, with a texture that seemed too perfect to be real. The first bite was soft and sweet, with a touch of salt that balanced the flavor, and as you chewed, you felt like you were tasting something made with more than just ingredients — there was care and attention in every layer.

Jade received his piece with a calm smile, murmuring a “thank you, mother” that was answered with a gentle pat on the shoulder. He cut a small piece and brought it to his mouth, his eyes closing for a brief moment as he savored it.

Next to you, Floyd grabbed the slice even before Amelie could place the plate in front of him, eliciting a laugh from her. He was already chewing eagerly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“It’s delicious, ma,” he said, his mouth still full, and Amelie just shook her head, laughing softly.

Floyd would always act that way, no matter where.

Azul, more reserved, watched Amelie for a moment before thanking her and accepting his piece with a simple “thank you, aunt.” He cut a small portion, and when he tasted it, his face softened, losing some of the meticulous control he always displayed.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she replied, returning to the stove to finish the tea. The fire seemed very hot, and you could feel it from a considerable distance.

But Amelie seemed used to it.

The kettle began to whistle, a soft, continuous sound that briefly cut through the room's calm. She turned off the heat and picked up the kettle with one hand, pouring the hot liquid into a light blue porcelain teapot that she had prepared with fresh herb leaves.

The tea exuded a herbal and floral aroma, fresh but comforting, with a subtle note of sweetness that matched perfectly with the pie.

“Ready for the tea of the gods?” she asked her children, looking at each face before moving.

She brought the teapot to the table and began to serve them, first filling Jade, Azul, and Floyd's cups, each receiving the drink in different cups, all with delicate designs faded by time.

Amelie did not serve you.

And you were too embarrassed to point it out. She stepped away. Taking from the fridge, Amelie brought you a very beautiful cup, decorated with designs of the sun and moon, with a liquid that had a slightly unfamiliar scent.

“Since it’s your first time drinking our teas, I made a milder, lighter infusion for you,” Amelie smiled. “Experiment this,” She said, her tone soft and melodical.

“It’s a hometown specialty of ours, something special that will ease your mind and allow you to glimpse our gods, if only for a moment.”

There was something in the way she spoke, a lilt to the rhythm of her words that made you accept the cup without hesitation — in every sense, you didn’t doubt the existence of their gods. But you didn’t want to see them either.

“But what is the tea of the gods?” you asked her, watching as Floyd drank from his cup in big gulps, a very strange and disturbing laugh slipping from his lips as the seconds passed. “What it is made of?”

Mrs. Leech tilted her head to the side, her dark eyes glimmering for a moment under the kitchen's fluorescent light, as if she was considering your question. The smile on her lips was soft, almost maternal, but there was something indecipherable there, a shadow of mystery that made each of her words sound like a riddle.

“The tea of the gods is... an ancient, harmless recipe,” she said finally, her voice low and slow, as if she was sharing a secret, even if she wasn’t telling you anything at all. “Something passed down through generations, from mother to child, from grandmother to grandchild. It is a gift from the earth, a way to connect us with what lies beyond what we can see.”

She paused, pouring a little more tea into her own cup, the hot liquid falling smoothly, almost like a continuous stream of honey. When she finished, she set the kettle aside and watched you for a moment, with a gaze that seemed to delve deeper than usual, as if she was trying to see something beyond what you revealed on the surface.

Floyd, still seated next to you, laughed to himself, a light, childlike laugh, but one that carried a disturbing strangeness, like the laughter of someone seeing something no one else could. He tapped his fingers on the table in an erratic rhythm, his nails making a soft, almost hypnotic sound on the wood, while his eyes gleamed in a way you couldn’t decipher. 

“It’s magical,” he murmured suddenly, as if speaking to himself. “Everything becomes... different, clearer.”

You raised the cup to your lips and took a sip, feeling the warmth of the tea spread through your mouth and slide down your throat. The taste was smooth, almost sweet, but there was a slight bitterness that lingered at the end, leaving a trace that didn’t fade immediately. It was a curious flavor, making your tongue tingle a little, and for some reason, it made the world around you seem a bit slower.

You weren’t sure if you were imagining it or not.

“What do you mean by different?” you asked Floyd, but it was Azul who responded before his friend could.

“Sometimes, the gods show us what we need to see,” he said, pouring tea for himself this time, bringing the cup to his lips and gently blowing the steam before drinking. “Other times, they show us what we want, even if we don’t realize it. It’s a way of opening our eyes and seeing beyond, just another one of our customs.”

Jade, who had remained silent until then, was watching you over his cup, his eyes fixed and attentive. It was the same way he looked at you when he wanted to share a secret but couldn’t. He didn’t laugh like Floyd, but there was something distant in the way he drank the tea, as if lost in thought.

Azul, on the other hand, seemed more focused, as if analyzing everything, but even he had a slight smile on his lips, as if he was enjoying a joke only he understood.

You took another sip, the strange taste spreading in your mouth, and a peculiar sensation began to infiltrate your body. It was faint and almost imperceptible, so you ignored it for now. Just as you ignored Cheka and his strange words. You were ignoring a lot of things, afraid of being disrespectful to a different culture. So, you took another gulp of tea.

Floyd leaned forward, and his eyes, now as dark as Amelie’s, glistened with a strange joy. “You’ll see,” he said, his voice soft, almost singing. “Everyone sees when they drink the tea.”

In a leap, he was on his feet, spinning and laughing as if he was truly dancing with someone and didn’t want to ever stop. His movements were erratic, like he didn’t know the dance steps, but what he didn’t know, Floyd made up for in improvisation.

Amelie continued to drink her tea calmly, as if nothing unusual was happening, but her eyes met yours, and you realized she was watching you closely, as if waiting for a negative reaction.

“Don’t be afraid,” she whispered, almost tenderly. “The tea is a portal, a key. Let it show you what you need to see.”

You felt your heart race, the warmth of the tea now spreading through your chest, pulsing in your veins, and you weren’t sure if you wanted that.

Floyd’s laughter echoed through the room, distorted and reverberating, while he tapped his fingers on the table, each beat seeming to mark a rhythm for the shadows only he could see. “They like visitors,” he said, his voice hissing in your direction. “The gods always like visitors.”

Amelie leaned forward, still with that enigmatic smile. “And you are a special visitor,” she murmured. “Drink more, and you will see. You will see what they want to show you.”

The cup was still in your hand, heavy and warm. You hesitated, feeling the beats of your heart echo in your ears, each pulse a call to the unknown. It felt as though time was stretching, dragging you to a place you didn’t know if you wanted to go.

But there was a part of you — a part that couldn’t resist the curiosity, the invitation — that brought the cup to your lips again, drinking what was left of the tea. The bitter and sweet taste mingled on your tongue, and as you swallowed, it was like falling into an abyss, where the shadows finally stopped hiding, revealing what was on the other side.

Your worries began to slowly dissipate as the seconds passed, your back fell right into the chair and your body felt heavy and hot all over.

 “This is very good,” you confessed.

Like a mother’s embrace. Like a brother’s laugh. Like a father’s kiss.

Like home.

 A strange sensation began to emerge, as if the world around you was melting, expanding and stretching, and softening everything at the same time. The room suddenly seemed vaster, the colors on the walls intensified, dancing slightly around you, as if vibrating with a life of their own while Jade laughed, drinking the rest of his tea in big gulps.

He seemed accustomed to it.

Floyd was no longer dancing alone, you couldn’t discern who this invisible person was, but you could see their silhouette. It was translucent and small, with short hair and formally dressed, yet you couldn’t see their face.

Amelie watched from afar, her smile unchanged, her eyes curious and expectant.

You blinked, feeling a weight on your eyes, as if they were being pulled down. When you tried to focus on the table in front of you, the environment seemed to distort, rippling like the surface of a lake under the wind. The shapes around you began to change – the fridge on the left seemed to stretch, growing in height, while the curtains swayed like smooth serpents sliding across the floor.

The sound of Floyd and Jade’s laughter now seemed to come from far away, distorted, echoing like the song of a distant bird in an unknown forest. But soon you stopped hearing anything, because something else caught your attention out of the corner of your eye.

Silhouettes.

You turned around to see three beings, vaguely human in form but grotesquely elongated, emerged from the shadows of the room. Their eyes – if they could be called that – shone a total, lifeless black. 

They didn’t walk; they seemed to float, gliding across the floor towards you, the ends of their thin fingers extending as if they wanted to touch your skin, probe your mind, eat your soul.

Your heart began to race, and you tried to stand from the chair you were still sitting in, but your body no longer responded. It was as if you were trapped, sinking into a bed of soft clouds and, at the same time, too heavy to support. The first of them – a tall female figure with a narrow, mouthless head – leaned over you. 

Her shadow covered your face, and you felt an inexplicable chill run down your spine. The tea left you with a warm feeling and this figure… This goddess of theirs made you feel a primal fear.

You couldn't even put into words what she made you feel. But it was horrible.

Then, she spoke, but not with words. Her voice echoed in your mind, a cacophony of murmurs and whispers, and screams, everything overwhelming you beyond words. “You crossed over the bridge. Now, you see what others cannot, it's been a while.”

The room dissolved, the walls faded, and all that remained was a dark field, an infinite abyss dotted with those imposing figures from SeteAlem. In the distance, there was something larger – a colossal form that seemed to watch, waiting. You felt that, somehow, you already knew this place, as if your dreams had tried to warn you of its existence, but you never listened.

Time lost its meaning. Maybe it was seconds, maybe hours. And you kept staring at her, watching her floating, hearing her soft grunts.

“Who are you?” You asked her.

A laugh sounded behind you. And you turned around at the same time. Another figure, this one wearing a mask over his face as he leaned over you, as if to see you from a better angle.

 “Oh, I like this one, they have a lovely face,” His voice was loud and exaggerated. 

The feminine figure swatted the male figure away with a slap on his back. “Do not come near them to taint them with your ugly face, Leyarion.”

You took a step back, unsure, your heart beating faster. You could hear the sounds of bells echoing through the darkness, the same bells you used to hear in the church you were raised in. You hated that sound with a burning passion.

“Look at what both of you did,” A third voice sounded. Yet you could not see anyone, no matter what direction you looked, there was nothing there. “Do not be afraid, child. They are harmless.”

The voice, soft yet commanding, slithered through the air, its echoes reverberating in your bones. It was as if it came from every direction, creeping closer, suffocating.

 The feminine figure tilted her head to look at the other entity, her eyes gleaming with a cold, predatory curiosity. "Harmless?" she murmured, her voice dripping with something far from gentle and something like a smile spreading through her face.

 “It’s not every day we get a visitor like them, I just got happy, is all." Leyarion, the masked figure, straightened, and you could feel his eyes boring into you from behind that mask. 

“Curious indeed. We’ve seen many wanderers, but none like you. The tea always reveals the interesting ones.” His voice was smooth, but there was a sharp edge to it, like a knife scraping metal  

“I shall give you my blessing.”

Your heart pounded, each beat drumming louder than the last. You wanted to move, to run, but your feet felt glued to the floor, held in place by an invisible grip. His fingers touched your forehead and a heat seemed to take over your body for several minutes, like fire melting your skin, muscles and tendons, a muffled scream never got the chance to leave your lips. 

After a second, everything stopped. The heat, the pain, sweat was clinging to your head as you struggled to breathe correctly.

“What... What do you want from me?” you stammered, barely able to get the words out without choking on them.

The bells rang louder now, shrill and relentless, twisting the air around you. They  were deafening, as if mocking your fear of them.

Another voice, one you couldn’t place, rumbled through the darkness, so deep it made your chest tighten. "We want nothing from you, child," it said, slow and deliberate, each word sinking like a weight. "You have stumbled into our domain, and that is... intriguing. We merely wish to see what kind of person you were."

The shadows writhed, twisting and shifting, and you could make out the vague shapes of other figures. They were immense, towering, their forms impossibly tall and blurred, like ancient statues hidden in the mist. They moved slowly, as if savoring each moment, and though their faces were shrouded, you could feel their eyes on you — heavy, ancient, and unforgiving.

“I thought… everyone who drank that tea, came here?” It was what Amelie had told you, after all. 

“So much more complex than this,” Leyarion moved closer, his masked face so near you could almost see yourself reflected in it. Behind the mask, you could sense a grin, wide and cruel, sharp teeth showing as his eyes were glistening, finding joy in how he could fright you. "I could show you the truth, if you'd let me." 

He whispered, his voice sickly sweet, curling around you like smoke. "All the truths your world hides, all the secrets it keeps buried... even from you."

“No!” The feminine figure snapped, her voice cracking like a whip. She stepped between you and Leyarion, her presence suffocating, as if the air itself was shrinking away from her. "You will not overwhelm this one."

You could barely breathe, the air thick and suffocating. Panic clawed at your throat, and every instinct screamed at you to flee, but your legs refused to move. You were trapped, caught in the middle of a silent battle between these beings. Leyarion’s mask glinted in the dim light as he pulled back, his laughter echoing, low and mocking. “As you wish. But remember, child, the gods only offer their wisdom once.”

Your hands shook as you tried to steady yourself, every nerve in your body on edge. “Who... who are you?” you managed to ask again, your voice trembling. “And... What is this place?”

The feminine figure looked down at you, her gaze piercing, like she was peeling back your skin, layer by layer. “We are the forgotten gods of the In-Between, you don’t know what Setealem means, don’t you?,” she said softly, but there was no kindness in her tone. 

“Sete-alem, the beyond seven, seven gods that shaped this world and once walked your world. Now, we dwell in the spaces between what is seen and what is hidden. You stand at the edge of SeteAlem, where our realms meet.”

Her hand hovered near your face, close enough that you could feel the chill radiating from her. It felt like ice seeping into your skin. “You drank our tea and the earth brought you to us. While everyone can see our realm, not all of them can pass through our borders nor talk to us. You’re special.”

From the shadows, that unseen voice rumbled again, its tone dark and amused. "SeteAlem is the reflection of everything that has been lost... and everything yet to come."

The bells tolled louder, each chime resonating in your chest, vibrating through your ribs. Your heart raced, each beat out of sync, struggling against the crushing weight of the sound. The air was heavy, carried with something you couldn’t quite put into words. 

Something else was coming. Something far more frightening than them.

 “I... I want to leave,” you said, your voice cracking, barely a whisper. “Please, let me go.”

The gods said nothing, but you could feel their eyes on you, their immense forms looming like dark clouds ready to consume you whole. The silence stretched, cold and suffocating, until the feminine figure spoke again, her tone almost pitying, but not quite.

 “You will leave, in time. But the tea you drank binds you here, for now. You must witness what you came here to see.”

Leyarion’s mask gleamed as he leaned in again - he, as Azul had said once, didn’t have any notion about personal space. In fact, he was closer than ever, his voice barely more than a breath against your ear. “And perhaps, once you see, you will find you never truly wanted to leave.”

A hand, heavy and cold, brushed against your shoulder. You gasped, spinning around, but there was nothing there — only the dark, endless void. Then, slowly, another figure began to materialize, taller than the rest, cloaked in shadows so thick they seemed to swallow the light. You couldn’t see its face, but you could feel its gaze, as if it was peeling back your very soul.

 “Do not fear,” it said, its voice softer than the others, yet far more chilling. “This place is not meant to harm you. It is meant to reveal. Let it show you what you need to see, if you weren’t ready, it would have brought you here.”

The room around you twisted, the shadows curling and stretching, pulling at the edges of your vision. The gods’ forms began to merge with the darkness, their outlines becoming distorted and monstrous. You could no longer tell where they ended and the void began. Everything seemed to pulse and writhe, as if reality itself was unraveling around you without caring about your permission.

And then, in the distance, you saw it — a vast, ancient presence, rising like a black tide. Dark, towering figures moved within it, their silhouettes barely discernible, but you could feel their power, raw and overwhelming, like a storm ready to consume everything in its path. They were older than anything you had ever known, older than the earth itself, and they called to you, their voices a low, haunting chorus that echoed in your head.

You felt a pull, an invisible force dragging you closer to them, closer to whatever lay hidden in that dark abyss. Your body trembled, fear and a twisted sense of curiosity warring within you, but something in the darkness whispered your name, soft and seductive, beckoning you forward.

"See," the unseen god’s voice rumbled, echoing through the void. "See what lies beneath, and know that you were always meant to find it."

And as the shadows parted, revealing the ancient, twisted truths hidden within, a cold, sickening realization washed over you — you were no stranger to their world. You were trapped, bound to it, as if the very darkness had woven itself into your soul. It was familiar, like home.

Why was it familiar like home?

You took a step ahead. You had to be brave to discover it, to see what you were meant to see.

The darkness felt alive, pulsing like a heartbeat beneath your skin. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d walked these shadowed paths before, that each twisted root and jagged rock was an old, familiar friend. The unseen god’s words lingered in the back of your mind, an echo that tugged at something buried deep within.

Home. It felt so wrong, yet so right. The shadows around you hummed in recognition, as though they, too, knew your presence, knew the parts of you that you had long tried to ignore. A cold shiver ran down your spine, but instead of backing away, you felt a strange pull, an urge to press forward.

As you took another step, the faintest memories flickered at the edges of your mind: faces you couldn’t quite place, words spoken in a language you thought you had forgotten. Fragments of laughter mingling with cries, love mixed with a deep-rooted fear. It was more than familiarity — it was like a piece of your soul had always belonged to this place, hidden beneath layers of denial. The very air felt like it knew your secrets, your hidden fears, and still it welcomed you.

You inhaled deeply, forcing yourself to steady your shaking hands. “Show me,” you whispered, barely audible. You weren’t sure if you were speaking to the god or to the darkness itself, but it didn’t matter. You have come this far. You couldn’t turn back now.

And as the shadows deepened around you, something ancient stirred, waiting for you to remember. 

The shadows seemed to twist, drawing closer, as if listening to your whispered invitation. A chill seeped into your bones but the unease didn’t deter you. Instead, you felt drawn forward, each step awakening more of the strange, haunting familiarity that clung to you like a forgotten dream. Then, suddenly, the shadows pulled back, revealing a stone altar covered in intricate carvings that pulsed with a faint, dark glow. You stared at it, the patterns and symbols tugging at the edges of your mind. 

You felt as though you should recognize them — no, you did recognize them.

As your fingers traced one of the symbols, memories, raw and jagged, began to surface: whispers in the dark, soft words promising you secrets, a cold, comforting presence always by your side. You could see glimpses of yourself, younger, reaching toward the darkness like an old friend. You had once sought it out, welcomed it, allowed it to cradle you when no one else would.

Because this darkness was your home. Your safe haven. 

The realization hit you like a punch to the gut. *This wasn’t the first time you had come here.* 

You’d been part of this ancient place, this dark world, long ago. The shadows were a piece of you, their promises and secrets entwined with your very being. It wasn’t just a memory, far from this, it was the truth. 

"You remember," the god’s voice purred, Lilium, low and satisfied, resonating through your chest. "Your spirit was woven with ours from the beginning. You were lost, child, but you have found your way home."

A hollow ache settled in you, both frightening and strangely comforting. This darkness, this forgotten past, had always been part of you, waiting for you to come back. You weren’t just a visitor here; you were Ysli.

Lilium’s voice softened, almost gentle. "You are ready to see it all, to accept what you truly are. To walk in the shadows and find the power that has always waited for you here, when you would come home."

And in that moment, as you gazed at the ancient carvings and let the memories wash over you, you understood. There was no going back. You were as much a part of this darkness as it was of you, and whatever lay ahead, you would face it — not as a stranger, but as someone finally coming home.

Yet, you couldn’t help but wonder… Why did you escape this place before?

You wanted to question them, you wanted your answers.

Still, when you blinked again, everything started to dissolve like smoke, and the room around you slowly returned to reality. The abyss of SeteAlem was closing, but you knew it was still there, waiting, on the other side of a thin veil.

You finally turned to Amelie, your eyes misty, your breath heavy. She watched calmly, as if she knew exactly what had happened.

“You saw it, didn’t you?” she murmured, bowing her head slightly, as if in respect to your experience. “Now you understand. Sometimes, the gods of SeteAlem show us more than we are ready to see.”

The cup was still in your hands, empty. The drink was gone, but what it had revealed remained deeply etched in your mind. You didn’t even know how to explain to her, to them, what you were. Who you were.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

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Camping date (Alphonse + Seth)

{♡} requested

- A camping date w the boys :D poly bittersweet

How wrong they were huh?

{♡} requested

- BITCHES BE WRONG TF WE LOCKED IN-

Incorrect Quotes:

Oh boy smooching time!

canon event

called him my husband so there's that.

packin heat

Sleeping in

{♡} requested

- Seth and Boo cuddle while Alphonse has to leave </3 poly bittersweet

Crazy eyes

{♡} ask

- jeepers creepers where'd you get those eyes!

Spider's

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- dw Seth I don't fuck w spiders either

Running like hell

{♡} personal

- So bc I wanted fucked up bittersweet we torture Boo.

US flag shirt

{♡} personal

- this is so stupid that I love it sm

Fluttering kisses

{♡} requested

- KISS THE BLONDE KISS THE BLONDE

Mine mine mine

{♡} requested

- so, Casper is very protective of what's theirs-

chew toy

{♡} ask

- hes basically a squeaky chew toy.

Body comfort

{♡} requested

- Finn comforts Sunflower who is being a bit too mena to their body.

damn he fine

{♡} ask

- JACKIE W FINN ART IS ON TOP!!

Incorrect Quotes:

four leggeds

who's driving the car?

like a sinner in church

Yandere Faust

{♡} personal

- oh this bitch kinda crazy

Gaming with Pookie

{♡} personal

- He died and is singing California girls by Katy Perry.

Incorrect Quotes:

not bitchy nice

Pathetic Obession

{♡} requested

- did you really think that'd work?

Demon and Priest (suggestive)

{♡} requested

- Yeah let's corrupt the Priest- OH!! HES PULLING HIS COCK OUT-

Oh lord it's teenager me-

{♡} requested

- Rook meets younger Auron. Older Auron is contemplating life rn.

Help from some Cherubs and Cupids

{♡} requested

- Camp AU I wrote about that a moot made! Kids and the other adults help make a date for the couple!

Fav out of the trio

{♡} ask

- ngl I can see him liking Boo more

batman??

{♡} ask

- honestly could be batman but has both parents

Didn't make it in time

{♡} personal

- so, psychological torture anyone?

Office Siren

{♡} personal

- MY OFFICE SIREN COME KISS ME-

Incorrect Quotes:

I'm here no matter what

place is fancy

Bed ridden

{♡} requested

- Lucien takes care of sick Angel

Writing

{♡} ask

- it's rough out here man

Ew Meatloaf

{♡} ask

- i actually despise meatloaf

Better myself

{♡} ask

- Lucien making people's lives better fr

Incorrect Quotes:

*pulls out comically large piano*

After care

{♡} requested

- Alphonse and Seth being after care kings.

Awe a little baby!

{♡} requested

- So, reader has a kid, how would Faust, Auron, Lucien and Jack react to that?

Tiktok trend (All boys)

{♡} requested

- So the listener's nails look like the boy's tip-

Cuddle position's (All boys)

{♡} requested

- Cuddle positions I think they'd love!

Tattoos (All boys)

{♡} requested

- How would the boy's react to Listener having tattoos?

Love songs

{♡} requested

- what if Alphonse, Seth, Charlie and Auron were love songs?

Poly Bittersweet NSFW HCs

{♡} requested

- Just like the title says!!

Scary movie

{♡} ask

- Alphonse and Seth being assholes

NSFW stand on things (for asks in the future)

{♡} ask

- just as title says!

Boo's garden

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- Boo with a garden would be so cute

idea's

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- Cool idea's!!

Dynasty/Emperor Au

{♡} personal

- Either Listener is Emperor w a big Harem. Or Auron with a Harem he help's get together w their boys

Pirate Au Not so happy introduction

{♡} personal

- The first one is Listener Pirate crew and the other is the start of how Seth meet the Crew.

Feast for the bubblegum Prince

{♡} personal

- Yandere Seth scene inspired by Arcane Jinx table scene.

Fic Idea Bittersweet trio

{♡} personal

- Time reversed too far and now young Boo is trying to get back ot their boys.

YV Twitter PT16 PT17 PT18 PT19 PT20

Incorrect Quotes (Multi character):

lock in lock in

The porn star?

*pulls out of inventory* want one?

go on

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[familiars-journal]

Journal entry #3: Rules

Hello everyone! Thank you for your patience. Here are the rules for this lovely blog.

I will write:

• Romantic or platonic pairings

• Self insert (x reader)

• Pairings (canon or otherwise. I’ll do my best with rarepairs!)

• I think I will write NSFW here. However, I have the right to deny any requests that makes me uncomfortable.

• Yandere

• Headcanons/imagines/one-shots

•I write GN by default but please specify if you want specific pronouns/gender preferences as well as body type preferences.

I will NOT write:

• Incest

• NSFW/romantic scenarios for underage characters

• Scat/watersports

• Ageplay

• CNC/dubcon

• Proships DNI. You are not welcome here.

Fandoms/characters I’ll write for:

*🔥 next to name are characters I’ll do NSFW for

RENFIELD:

• Robert Montague Renfield (Hoult or Frye!) 🔥

• Teddy Lobo 🔥

• Rebecca Quincy 🔥

THE BOY

• Brahms Heelshire 🔥

THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

{(Musical/04/1990/Leroux) please specify which iteration!}

• Erik (The Phantom)🔥

HALLOWEEN HORROR NIGHTS

• Chance 🔥

• Lady Luck 🔥

• Julian Browning (The Usher) 🔥

• Paulo Ravinski (The Director) 🔥

• Eddie Schmidt🔥

• Dr. Mary Agana (Bloody Mary) 🔥

• Boris Shuster 🔥

TERRIFIER

•Art the Clown 🔥

Fandoms/characters I will NOT write for:

• Jeepers Creepers

• Patrick Bateman

• The Grabber

• Erik/Christine

More slashers coming soon! Sorry for the small list; I must do more research to do them justice. If you have anyone that you’d like me to write as I know the list of horror icons is very long, please send me an ask and I’ll make sure to take note of it! Also if there’s a character that isn’t listed under the fandoms above, feel free to send an ask requesting that character and I’ll do my best!

-R. M(od). Renfield

[the-immortal-and-the-stupid]

REQUESTS OPEN

hello!! i am mike/freddy and i am opening my requests, i can do nsft, problematic scenarios (as in manipulation, yandere, possessive and possibly dub-con, depends on the request) fluff, angst, imagines, one shots, and really anything else! I am in no way romanticizing unhealthy behavior in the slightest and will do my hardest to not portray it in a ‘cute’ light.  I do not take requests for violent rape, underage, pedophelia or borderline pedophilia (a middle aged person with a freshly 18 y/o) incest, scat, vomit. piss, and i will probably add onto this as I am reminded of more things. I write for FNAF, The Lost Boys (1987), and most slashers! (excluding jeepers creepers, i refuse to watch that movie.) 

[polyghoul]

💀 SMITTEN - SHE/HER - 19 - BI POLY DEMIGIRL 💀

Welcome to my blog dear creatures of the night, it’s so wonderful to have you here!Here I will design icons for characters of my favorite genre: horror! This ranges from horror films, horror video games, horror manga, anything horror related so long as there exists official artwork or screenshots. Before we begin, please consider the following:

This blog is dedicated to horror icons from films, animation, video games and more, with a few exceptions! To keep with the spooky theme, I am allowing requests for Ghost, Dark, and Psychic Pokémon and trainers. Additionally, I am accepting requests for media that isn’t categorized as horror, but has a very prominent spooky theme (the Beetlejuice cartoon, Hotel Transylvania, Monster High, Monster Prom, etc). If there is a series you are unsure about being considered horror/horror adjacent, simply ask and I’ll let you know if it qualifies.

I am welcoming of all regressors, dreamers, systems, kinnies and mogai identities alike! You’re absolutely allowed to tag any posts as “kin” or otherwise. So long as you don’t infringe on my dni banner, you’re free to interact!

Proshippers/anti-antis, pro para and radqueers are not welcome here.

If a character has a confirmed canonical identity, I will not accept requests that contradict their gender/sexuality. (i.e. Glen Ray is canonically genderfluid and David King has been confirmed to be gay.)

To avoid any confusion and clear the clutter, anonymous asks will not be enabled. All asks will be answered privately and any attempts at conflict will be promptly deleted.

When requesting, please specify if there is a specific flag you’d like me to use. With anonymous asks turned off, you are able to submit images and provide links for reference!

I am a singlet therefore I won’t engage in any system discourse, as I am not in the position to comment on such matters.

Please remain patient with me as I fulfill your request, as I am preoccupied with personal affairs.

Blacklisted sources and characters: Boyfriend to Death, Until Dawn, Yandere Simulator, Jeepers Creepers, Midori: Shōjo Tsubaki, House With 100 Eyes, The Poughkeepsie Tapes, Mogeko Castle, Clockwork Orange, Killing/Stalking, Happy Sugar Life, House of 1,000 Corpses, Puppet Master, Hello Neighbor, Baldi’s Basics, Hellsing, Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Freddy Krueger (2010 remake), Hideki Sohta (Misao), Jonah Vasquez (Dead by Daylight), Buddi (2019 remake), Butterball (Hellraiser), Doctor Carl Hill (Reanimator), Boaris (Dreaming Mary)

Current trigger warnings: Eye contact, blood, body horror, genderbends, House of Wax, pedophilia, incest, ableism, racism

All of the ghoulishly grand banners were designed by the lovely @epicrapbattles, thank you so much dear!

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Would Include:

Mystic Messenger

Poly-Dating Seven and Yoosung

Poly-Dating Jumin and Jaehee

Obey me! Shall we date?

Poly-Dating Lord Diavolo and Lucifer

Poly-Dating Lord Diavolo and Mammon

Poly-Dating Leviathan and Barbatos

Poly-Dating Beelzebub and Simeon

Dating Solomon

Dating Simeon

Dating Mammon

Dating Lucifer

Dating Leviathan

Dating Satan

Dating Beelzebub

Dating Asmodeus

Barbie

Dating Weird Barbie

My Hero Academia 

Dating Izuku Midoriya

Dating Yandere Bakugo Katsuki

Dating All Might

Wednesday

Dating Yandere Enid Sinclair

Dating Enid Sinclair and Best Friends with Enid Sinclair

Best Friends with Wednesday Addams and Dating Yandere Wednesday Addams

Dating Tyler Galpin

Dating Xavier Thorpe

Stranger Things

Dating Robin Buckley

Dating Steve Harrington

Dating Yandere Steve Harrington

Dating Eddie Munson

Bridgerton

Dating Yandere Anthony Bridgeton

Dating Yandere Benedict Bridgerton

Marvel

Dating Peter Parker

Dating Yandere Brother Day

Dating Yandere Logan Howlett

Peaky Blinders

Dating Arthur Shelby

Dating Yandere Thomas Shelby

Dating Yandere Alfie Solomons

Dating Bonnie Gold

Dating Yandere John Shelby

Vikings

Dating Halfdan

Dating Yandere Ragnar Lothbrok

Dating Bjorn Ironside

Dating Ubbe

Dating Hvitserk

Dating Sigurd

Dc

Deathstroke Dating An Easy-Going S/o

Dating Bane

Dating Yandere Jason Todd

Dating Yandere Tim Drake

Dating Yandere Erik Lensherr

Dating Yandere Superman

Dating Yandere Spawn

Yandere Al Simmons Having A Crush and Al Simmons With A Crush

Poly-Dating Poison Ivy And Harley Quinn

Yandere Harley Quinn With Hero Darling

Dating Wonder Woman

Dating Yandere Bi Han

Dating Yandere Kuai Liang

Dating Yandere Hanzo Hasashi

House of the dragon/ Game of thrones

Poly-Dating Rhaenyra and Alicent

Poly-Dating Sugar Mommy And Daddy Rhaenyra And Daemon

Poly-Dating Jacaerys and Lucerys

Poly-Dating Jacaerys and Cregan

Dating Jacaerys Velaryon

Dating Yandere Benjicot Blackwood

Dating Yandere Duncan Targaryen

Dating Yandere Jacaerys Velaryon

Dating Yandere Daemon Targaryen

Dating Daemon Targaryen

Dating Harwin Strong

Dating Yandere Criston Cole

Dating Yandere Cregan Stark

Dating Cregan Stark

Dating Yandere Alicent Hightower

Dating Yandere Aegon Targaryen

Dating Yandere Aemon Targaryen

Dating Yandere Ramsay Bolton

Dating Yandere Brynden Rivers

Dating Yandere Maekar Targaryen

Dating Tyland Lannister

Dating Yandere Jon Snow

Dating Yandere Robb Stark

Dating Yandere Aerion Targaryen

Dating Yandere Aegon The Conquerer

Dating Aegon Targaryen

Dating Yandere Aemond Targaryen

Yandere Aemond Who’s Obsessed With His Maid

Dating Yandere Rhaegar Targaryen

Dating Yandere Baelon Targaryen 

Best Friends with Helena Targaryen

Dating Yandere Rickard Stark

Dating Yandere Domeric Bolton

Dating Yandere Brynden Rivers

Dating Yandere Roose Bolton

Dating Yandere Arryk Cargyll

Dating Yandere Erryk Cargyll

NHL

Dating Cole Caulfield

Dating Jamie Drysdale

Dating Jack Hughes

Dating Nico Hischier

Other

Dating Yandere Mick Taylor

Being Married To Yandere Eric Newlon

Dating Yandere Fire Lord Ozai

Dating Yandere Clyde Shelton

Dating Yandere Dark Mario

Dating Yandere Cat King

Dating Yandere Archie Hicox

Dating Yandere Deucalion

Dating Yandere Hans Landa

Dating Yandere Dieter Hellstrom

Dating Yandere Jeepers Creepers

Dating Yandere Trager

Dating Yandere Husk

Dating Yandere Klaus Jager

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Base Yandere Trenderman Headcanons: A Dramatic Yandere! (Creepypasta)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one is going to be with the base yandere headcanons for Trenderman so let's do this! Please enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Trenderman in this is another one of Slenderman's brothers. He is older than slenderman and younger than Offenderman and Splendorman.  Disclaimer: Trenderman is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it. You Know Who You Are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!) 

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Trenderman From The Creepypasta Fandom- 

.Trenderman is one of Slenderman's brothers and has white tentacles like his brother Ofender. .He HATES Crocs (I mean he would have hated me in my youth cause I LOVED Crocs when they first came out And were like 15 dollars a pair) .He thinks they are the most tacky and ugly shoe.

.He also despises the swag look!

.He loves you, you are the love of his life, and he wants you to be his partner.

.Of course, if you have horrible taste in fashion then you can bet your sweet little butt that he is going to give you a makeover.

.That is right he is the type of yandere that will have you looking good and stylish and trendy, he is trenderman after all.

.He is the type of yandere that has custome clothes made for you all hand made.

.He wants on the best custom-made clothes for his darling.

.So he would do his best to make them perfect.

.Of course, he is also a drama queen type of yandere.

.In which he is so dramatic when it comes to having rivals, you being into someone else, and so on.  .He would also be one of the pettiest creepypastat yanderes there is. 

.That scum bag man wants to try and steal you away from him. 

.That woman is clinging to your arms like a slut.  .Yes he is the type of yandere that is judging his rivals. 

.He would mock them for their lack of sense and style and saying they have no chance to win you over. 

.He would be the type of yandere to mentally and emotionally break them down and then destroy them before killing them. 

.He would even make some of them into his mannequins. They wanted to be close to you, well now they can, just you are unaware that they are who they once were. 

.He does have a dark side in which he would stitch together some of his victims, using their bodies as the fabrics that he uses for it. (Think the walls and ceiling in Jeepers creepers.) 

.Although he rarely has victims, he does not have victims often and most of the time the only victims he has are the people who hurt you. 

.May it be emotionally, physically, mentally, or any other form of harm towards you. 

.You are the love of his life and he knows that he cannot and would not let anyone get away with hurting you. 

.Also he is a bit self-absorbed and that makes him a bit of a cocky and arrogant yandere. 

.Thinking he is the best man for you and the best option for you all together. 

.Also he thinks he can easily win you over and get you to be his. 

.He is very self-assured in himself that he can win you over and make you his, and his alone. 

.When he does confess to you he is the type of yandere that was so full of himself that he even had outfits ready for yours and his wedding. 

.If you do turn him down he is genuinely shocked and breaks down. 

.How could you do this to him!?! Did you not love him!?! Was he not good enough!?!  .He would have a semi-full meltdown learning that you do no love him. 

.He did not plan for this and there is no way he will be able to accept your rejection. 

.In Other words, while he makes a scene of your rejection and being such a drama queen. 

.He is using it to manipulate you to make it seem like he cannot live with you and that he needs you. 

.All in all, he is a hardcore manipulative yandere who saw his chance and was going to use it to manipulate you into his arms. 

.He would also be the type of yandere that while manipulating you would almost make you feel like the bad guy for rejecting him. 

.Now if you did accept his love he is soon going to be asking to marry you and make you his spouse.  .If you are male/trans male/non-binary masc/or just prefer masculine clothes you can bet she will make you something that makes you feel handsome and like masc/man you are .Your wedding day to him will be glorious but he refuses to let you wear crocs.  .If you are female/trans female/non-binary femme/or just prefer feminine clothes he would do the same thing but with your dream dress. 

.Once again it is your wedding day and he will make it amazing no matter what you want to wear. 

.He also tends to be a perfectionist when it comes to his clothes for you. 

.This carries over to how he treats you as a darling. 

.He has the perfect way to confess his love, he has to have the perfect outfit for it, and has to make every single moment so perfect and special that you will remember it for eons. 

.You will be with him forever after all because he is going to find a way to make you immortal like him and his brothers. 

.That way you will never ever be able to leave him! 

.Side note, if you had kids with him he would make the custom outfits and then be heartbroken when they get stained or the little babies grow so fast that they did not even use twenty-five percent of the clothes he made. 

.He would not be made but oh boy is he dramatic, just like he is as a yandere. 

.Always telling the story of how you walked into his life, and even though it was actually fairly simple he makes it sound like a drama romance with tragedy and how he had to woo you and win you over. 

.But there is always a dramatic twist and it becomes his thing to say whenever anyone asks how you and he met.  .You are glad he is excited but man oh man, he needs to calm down with the dramatics sometimes. 

.If you rejected him at any point and tried to run away from him, he may very unlikely, but still slightly possible, cut a leg off.  .Keeping you wheelchair bound, so that you have to depend on him and you will never ever be able to leave him.  .He loves being needed by you so he would for sure love you needed him for basic tasks when you possibly lose a leg.  .So much so that if you tried to run again he would even take your other leg as well. You should have learned your lesson.    [YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

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Yandere Halloween Prompts 2021 Masterlist

All prompts I did for October 2021

Edited: 4/11/23

Day 1 - Ancient (Xegetl Debut) (Unknown) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 2 - Mischief (Aener Debut) (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 3 - Malfunction (Iseth-413 Debut) (Platonic/Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 4 - Demon (Demon! Hanzo-Overwatch) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 5 - Phantom (Wraith-Dead By Daylight) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 6 - Fang (Vesztar Debut) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 7 - Tomb (Garai Debut) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 8 - Ferocity (Hyde Debut) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 9 - Infestation (Katetti Debut) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 10 - Prey (Echo Debut) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 11 - Cult (Norman Winter) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 12 - Disguise (Feign Debut) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 13 - Fog (Unknown OC) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 14 - Venom (Naga! Ray-Mystic Messenger) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 15 - Stalker (Michael Myers-Halloween) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 16 - Torture (Pinhead-Hellraiser) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 17 - Serial Killer (Serial Killer! Medic-TF2) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 18 - Shadow (Maxwell-Don't Starve) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 19 - Trickster (Tatsuya Debut) (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 20 - Cannibal (Leatherface-Texas Chainsaw Massacre) (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 21 - Drown (Jason Voorhees-Friday The 13th) (Romantic/Platonic) [FEMALE]

Day 22 - Haunting (Aiden Debut) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 23 - Foreign (The Creeper-Jeepers Creepers) (Romantic/Animal/Pet-like) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 24 - Rebirth (Phoenix! Aesop Carl-Identity V) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 25 - Chill (Human! Male! Gengar-Pokemon) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 26 - Trapped (The Man-Hush 2016) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 27 - Nightmare (Dream Walker! Luchino-Identity V) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 28 - Afterlife (Undertaker! Cater Diamond-Twisted Wonderland) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 29 - Corruption (Mikaela Reid-Dead By Daylight) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 30 - End (Halloween OC Lore) (Lore)

Day 31 - Meant for break

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Hey there! I’m Angelo and I’ll be your writer for this blog! Just a note: this is a yandere blog so if your not vibin with that, You won’t vibe with this blog so I suggest ignoring me! 

I write Yandere themed blog for horror movies. Though most write for both horror movie villains as well as the characters in them because I don’t see much content about them and I wanna do that prospect justice ;) Though for any character that isn’t classed as the villain or “ final girl “, Please leave the movie with it. I’m bad with names that aren’t ingrained over multiple movies. This blog is also reader focused, Mainly because I find those overall the easiest to write.

Things I write: 

Headcannons

Imagines

Match ups ( just give me enough details aka: personality, interests, stuff like that )

Platonic / Familial Yandere imagines!

Pretty much anything that’s not NSFW

For the movies / Franchises I write for, They’ll be under the cut. If one that is on my list but you’d enjoy me writing for, Let me know.

Franchises I write for:

The Texas chainsaw massacre Franchise ( both the new and older movies )

The Friday 13th Franchise

The Halloween Franchise

The Nightmare on Elm Street Franchise

The evil dead Franchise ( Including the show Ash vs the Evil dead )

It ( 1990 and  2017 / 2019 )

The Hellraiser Franchise

The Jeepers Creepers Franchise

Carrie ( 1976 )

The Thing ( 1982 )

The Scream Franchise ( I’m including the show because I enjoyed it, But I’ll be using different hashtags to differ them )

The Boy ( Not including the Boy 2 cause then, Nothing makes sense. )

House of Wax ( 2005 )

The Collector Franchise

The Shining

The Babadook

The Candyman

The Black Christmas Franchise

Martin ( 1977 )

The lost boys

These are the only movies that come to mind at the moment, I will probably add things as I continue to watch more and stuff :)  Let me know because it’s always appreciated! 

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Dating yandere Jeeper Creepers would include

Here you go! Hope you enjoy