#yandere kung fu panda

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Tail Lung Headcanons: Becoming Worthy  (Kung Fu Panda) 

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins. Now I did make this into a video BEFORE I made these headcanons. So these headcanons may not be the same as the YouTube video! I hope that you all enjoy and happy Lunar New Year 2024!] 

(Disclaimer: Tail Lung 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! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have In Real Life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!) 

(Base Yandere Headcanons With Tai Lung From Kung Fu Panda)

.Tai Lung was once a good person. 

.But the betrayal he faced by his adoptive father and the master changed him, it brought out the very dark and worst side of him. 

.He ended up imprisoned and got to see very few people. 

.You were one of the people that he got to see and he became obsessed with you. 

.To him this obsession was love and he loves you so much that he needs to get out of here and make you his. 

.He is the type of yandere who is very possessive and needs to have you by his side at all times. 

.He is also very protective of you and needs to keep you safe. 

.He will save face for you (That is the right way to say it and not the Western way of defending honor, The whole defend your honor is a very much Western thing in media, and saving face is the proper way to describe those things! I learned this from watching various YouTubers who were born and some who still at least visit China!) and defend you with all their might. 

.He is a man who respects you but is also unstable. 

.He is very close to snapping but he has never taken a life before. 

.He has some morals where he will not kill your loved ones to make you his and he would most likely not kill his rivals. 

.He will defeat his rivals in combat, proving to them and you that he is the right man for you. 

.He has the whole major issue of NEEDING to prove himself to not only you but himself. 

.He needs you to know that he is the best man for you. 

.Also he needs to prove that to himself so he is worthy of you. 

.He still will beat the fuck up out of his rivals that is for sure. 

.When he does confess to you, he is very blunt and straightforward about it. 

.If you say yes, and accept his love, then he did it, he proved to you that he is worthy and you are his now, forever and ever. 

.But, if you say no and turn down his love, he takes it as a betrayal. After all his hard work and all he has done to prove his love for you! 

.This is where he would snap and he would kidnap you. 

.Taking you somewhere remote, where he can teach you to love him, and he will. 

.Because he will make it happen and he will get his happily ever after! 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[running-with-kn1ves]

The Happy Bunny Tavern, a small joint nestled in the middle of nowhere, trees seemingly sprouting from its log walls and golden lanterns. Bunnies of all kinds are employed to carry drinks, take orders, and be anything short of a table to house a customers tankard of ale.

Even then, it was common for the weakest of bunny barmaids to be yanked by their ears and placed under a bounty hunter's boots as a footstool. The pub hosted mostly a series of regulars or dangerous drifters, patrons finding suspicion in any newcomers who were too bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to fit in. 

Whether they be half-human hybrids or full pure-bloods under a black hood to keep their disguise, creatures of all kinds came to relish in the bars established cinnamon whiskey and cute bar staff who weren’t unfamiliar to being used and abused. Even the tavern’s owner, a vicious grim burgundy stoat who was no stranger to a few scars, was quite verbally profound when it came to ordering around her staff. She had amped up their marketability over the years, changing regular tan uniforms to hiked up shorts that showed off the staffs bunny tails, and bows clipped to each pointy ear, often which the right of a bunny waiter’s is cut in order to show their domestication to the tavern. 

You were new, looking for any job you’d be hired for, a poor preyed creature who was turned away for being too lithe,” not enough muscle on your bones”, as each potential employer put it. But maybe no job was better than this job, a slave to your boss and any lowlife who walked in the door wanting a bunny playtoy. Whether it was sitting on a silvertailed wolf’s lap to nurse their drunken kisses and laps at your cute neck, or strung up on the dart board for sly weasels to throw pins and needles at, you were the equivalent of a stressball for any assassin, bounty hunter, or prey seller looking for a harmless treat to sink their teeth and claws into. 

And you, a new sight for sore eyes, easily became a house favorite amongst those most sadistic. You were lucky when they only wanted company, or perhaps to see your cheeks puff out from tugging at the base of your ears, but the worst of the worst came when your least favorite customer, a thinly sharp coyote entered the tavern to request your presence to drink with him. You’d be down a cup of ale, room spinning and hazy-eyed whilst forced to put on a shameful strip show for him, his claws raking at your apron and thumbing your hiccupping mouth. The laughs and warm hands that smelled of dirt and dried blood became familiar, thin eyes of every canine, feline and aviary creature that wanted you for themselves digging into you.

At least the pay was nice, even if you had to pick yourself up in pieces after every shift.

[yakup23]

[amazon160]

Lord Shen headcanons cus I said so

(I finally rewatched the movie 🤭)

You guys.

You guys.

I finally rewatched Kung Fu Panda 2.

HOLY CRAP.

Three things reawakened inside of me--

One, an understanding of my obsession with Tigress as a seven year old watching the first KFP.

Second, the GOOSEBUMPS I got from that score. IT WAS INSANE, I’m putting this right next to How to Train Your Dragon on the list of “Movies I wish I could watch for the first time again” (I’d break down sobbing at LEAST five times)

Third, my strange fascination with Lord Shen.

Was he one of my first fictional crushes? Sadly, yes.

Am I ashamed? Of course, sadly, yes.

Was he the worst one? Sadly….not even close.

But we’ve all stooped down this low at some point. So let me just live my life and do this thing cus I think it’s funny

-I’m gonna follow the cringe royalty x reader path here

-He spoils you, a lot.

-And he doesn’t take no for an answer

-Shen is either the definition of clingy or just “no one come near me or you will be SLAUGHTERED”

-I’m following the yandere route, so he’s clingy

-You don’t go anywhere without an escort whether it be him or a guard

-Watch his mood VERY. CLOSELY. You don’t want to catch him in a bad mood and push his temper

-He gets jealous very easily and is one bipolar mf

-One moment he’s getting angry at you for making eye contact with him, the next he’s mad that you’re scared of his hugs :(

-Shen will attack anyone who lingers on you longer than he’d like, and only twice have you convinced him to spare someone’s life.

-He either HATES hugs or absolutely NEEDS them

-But either way he does need one thing…

✨THERAPY✨

-He ain’t getting it

-Thinks it’s for the weak minded lol

-So two months and one Stockholm syndrome later, you finally adjust to the bipolar mf’s tendencies

-Now you blame YOURSELF for when he decides to snap

-Everyone else can see it’s bs

-Shen’s precise with everything he does, and it’s very evident with what happens in the movie

-Manipulative when he needs to be

-He puts on firework shows for you

-Interpret that how you will

(he used fireworks as inspiration for his weapons…but it could also be a literal firework show)

-B O N D A G E

-idk I just wanted to write that down

-it’s not even relevant

-B O N D A G E 👹

-yea that’s pretty much it, unless I come up with some new ones

-then you’re getting a part 2 ✌️😛

[pianocat939]

BRAIN ROT!!!

Imagine yandere rottmnt but they take the dragons’ place from httyd and m/c is in hiccup’s place :/

So just- m/c, instead of going out to defeat the red death at the end of the movie, just sorta gets kidnapped by four feral-ish kappas

Bonus if April is Astrid and teams up with the turtles as a plot twist

Tho I’m debating whether the turtles should be given wings or night fury dragons for when m/c shoots them down like hiccup did toothless.

Ok I'm gonna say two things: 1. Whoever sent this clearly is very nerdy about the trilogy 2. This feels like a fever dream....?

Uh...

I don't know what to add on really-

I haven't watched any of the movies in YEARS

And I actually hated the 3rd movie-

2nd was best one for me-

Um...

Maybe the turtle-dragons fight for MC's attention? Specifically for like snuggle piles?

And if anyone tries to rescue them, they hunt them- often times leaving it in front of MC as like a present/trophy

(I'm trying here- ok- like I'm trying-)

Fun Fact: I was more of a Kung Fu Panda kid- LORD SHEN IK YOURE A BIRD BUT GODDAMN- WHAT I WOULD DO TO SERVE YOU-

- Celina

[thebelugawhalefriend]

Welcome to my page!

I write all about...

Undertale

Deltarune

Dangerous Fellows

Stardew Valley

The Arcana

Demon Slayer

Smile For Me

Kung Fu Panda

And more!

This is mainly a fanfiction page, but feel free to stop by and scroll for all the content :)

Requests: Open!

Masterlist

Deltarune

Kris Dreemurr:

Connection: Kris x Reader (Part 1) | (Part 2)

Demon Slayer

----Slayers----

Giyuu Tomioka:

Giyuu x Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

Kyojuro Rengoku:

Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader: Feathers

----Demons---

Muzan Kibutsuji:

Sub!Muzan x Demon!Fem!Reader: Merciful

Stardew Valley

Shane:

Shane x Reader: Better Days

The Arcana

Asra:

Asra x Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

M6:

The Arcana Cast: Favorite Animated Movies

Undertale

Asgore Dreemurr:

Asgore x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Papyrus:

Papyrus x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Punpyrus

Sans:

Sans x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Undyne:

Undyne x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Yandere OCs:

Ex Boyfriend x Reader (One) | (Two)

Lesbian Vampire x Reader

Teacher x Reader

Royal Harem x Reader (One) | (Two)

Ghost x Reader

[rinnie-marylin]

So i already have a deviantart account but i decided that i wanna spread my artwork on different platforms sooooo yeah

I mostly draw whatever fandom i'm in, so the fandoms can change every year or until i get bored of 'em

The fandoms i used to be in:

●My little monster anime

●Baldi's basics

●BATIM

●fnaf (a LONNGG time ago)

●Gacha life

●Yandere simulator

●Happy tree friends

●Toilet bound hanako kun

●Kung fu panda

These were all old ones, now for the most recent ones:

●miraculous ladybug

●popee the performer

●scrutinized the video game

●detroit: become human

●goosebumps

●south park

●wordgirl

●the amazing digital circus

The fandom i'm currently in, and the most active on is wordgirl

So you'll see a lot of posts and artwork here (at least...during present time)

Also, i noticed people using specific tags to put their posts into sections, and i think that would help me and my followers ALOT so imma try and do that for yall!

Rinnie's artworks tag is for all posts showcasing my art, edits, and sometimes designs.

Asks answering tag is for answering asks

Talks and asks tag is for commentary, like opinions, experiences, headcanons...etc..etc.. (usually doesn't involve art, unless i wrote an essay about my headcanons and AUs under one of my artworks). It also includes my questions for this community.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

I’d love a list of the cartoons you watched :)

another character I love in genshin is scaramouche/wanderer

If you’d like I can tell you about him?

You can tell me about him😊

A list of cartoon series I've watched (that aren't Marvel):

☆ means I may make an platonic yandere X-Men au of it

♡ means I've already made it/confirmed it as an au

• SpongeBob SquarePants

• Fairy Odd Parents

☆ Danny Phantom

• Avatar: The Last Airbender

• Legend of Korra

• Rugrats

• Backyardigans

♡ Over The Garden Wall

• Kim Possible

• My Little Pony

• Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja

• Paw Patrol

• Bluey

• Teenage Mutanr Ninja Turtles (1989?)

♡ TMNT (2003)

♡ Teenage Mutsnt Ninja Turtles (2012)

• Rise of The TMNT (2019?)

• Summer Camp Island

♡ Steven Universe

• My Littlest Petshop

♡ Dino Squad

• Doug

☆ Kung Fu Panda: Legends of Awesomeness

• El Tigre

• Wonder Pets

• Dinosaur Train

• Welcome to the Wayne

• Teen Titans (2003)

• Mysticons

• Land Before Time (the series and the movies)

• Fish Hooks

• Gravity Falls

♡ Hazbin Hotel

♡ Helluva Boss

• Phineas and Ferb

• Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy

☆ Pokémon

• The Loud House

• Steven Universe: Future

☆ How To Train Your Dragon series

• Hey Arnold

• Muppet Babies

• Sheriff Callie's Wild West

☆ Primal

• Super Agent Oso

• Gasper and Lisa

☆ Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir

☆ The Owl House

• Amphibia

☆ Carmen Sandiego (2010s)

There is more I've seen, but these are the ones I can remember right now!

[amb3rlightval3]

Request and Fandom page!!!

Hello,I'm Char,one of the many yandere oriented writers on this platform.This is my list of fandoms and request page!

Fandoms I'm currently in:

Transformers:Prime (Currently on season 2 episode 14)

TMNT Mutant Mayhem

ROTTMNT

TMNT 2003

TMNT 2012

Sally Face

Kung Fu Panda

What I allow:

Yandere

Character x reader

Smut (Strictly consensual smut only so if anyone requests smut it probably won't be in a yandere AU because you can't really consent there can you?)

What I don't allow:

Non con

Minor x Adult

Character x Character (im sorry to all the ppl who wanna read character x character but this ain't the blog for it

Yeah that's pretty much it but i might add on to any of these lists

Requests are... OPEN

[betenoir3]

Hello,I am a new tumbler user who specialises in yandere content of a multitude of different fandoms.I plan to make content for the following fandoms:

ROTTMNT

Monkie kid

Transformers Prime

Sally face

Kung Fu Panda

Undertale

Glitchtale

If you wish to request,please just message me and tell me what you'd like me to write.

Signing off,Betenoir3.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Viper Headcanons: Mother (SNAKE) Hen (Headcanons) (Kung Fu Panda)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter/Update! This one has Yandere Viper Base Headcanons and I hope that you all enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Viper is a SENTIENT Snake and you are also a SENTIENT Snake) 

(Disclaimer Number Two: Viper 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! Yanderes are NOT Ideal partners to have In Real Life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! 

Thank you, and Happy Lunar New Year!) 

Once again please enjoy this!] 

-Base Yandere Headcanons with Viper From Kung Fu Panda- 

.Viper is a very kind-hearted Woman. 

.She is also one of the furious five. 

.She also has at least two sisters. 

.She fell for you hard when you worked at the temple. 

.Studying to become a master in martial arts.

.She needed to have you as her partner and she would have you no matter what. 

.She is so loving, warm, kind-hearted, and affectionate with you

.She makes you smile all the time and loves to make you laugh. 

.She is a bit of a mother hen yandere where she would make sure that you eat enough, get enough rest 

.She wants your mental health and physical health to be taken seriously. 

.She is the type of yandere to hover around you and try to make you see that she is the one to you~ 

.She does not like cruelty or injustice so with rivals she does not torture them. 

.Instead, she kills them with one strike. She does not care what she has to do, they will not be getting in the way of her love for you. 

.She also deals with rivals with zero hesitation she will strike down on them, ending their lives. 

.She is a patient yandere and wants the best for you, even if the best for you is not with her. 

.But she is SO going to threaten the life of any partner you have, to make sure they never ever try anything to hurt you. 

.And if they do they will be dealt with so fast and so swiftly that they did not even see it coming. 

.She is also the type of yandere to stay by your side and take care of you. 

.She also worried if you are strong enough to be a martial arts master. It constantly worries her. 

.Though she has faith in you and has empathy if you a struggling. 

.She would finally confess to you and ask for you to be hers. 

.Most likely under a beautiful tree as the blossoms are in bloom. 

.If you accept her love she is more than excited and she cannot wait to Marry you and have you as her spouse. 

.If you turn him down, well she would ask why, and if you say you are with someone else? 

.She will do her best to respect it, but if her rival crosses the line he is so dead. 

.If you say you do not see her like that, then she knows that she has to work harder and make her intentions and desires more clear. 

.So that way, one day you will be hers and hers alone. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[beardedblizzardexpert]

searching fanfic

good day everyone if I may asked if you had read a fanfic that is a yandere Kazutora x reader but in a Kung fu panda au like Kazutora take place of tai lung? And reader is a rabbit/bunny? Something like that and Kazutora get injured and reader finds him and take her to her cottage and helps him recover and Kazutora fakes his identity and they slowly fall in love but a neighbor of reader snitch on them and reveals that Kazutora is a wanted man but he escapes prison and kidnaps the reader that’s all I recall

thank you for reading ☺️

[yandere-toons]

Yandere Lord Shen (Platonic Scenario - "Fallen Leaves")

Warnings: Abuse of Power, Violence, Blood, Death, Toxic Mindsets.

A.N. - Takes place decades before the events of the film. Some of the dialogue is written in Romanized Mandarin Chinese.

Lanterns hung from thin strings attached to the tall ceilings glowed with flames of cranberry-red, each cradled by metal and bowl-like sheets. Tapestries that depicted East Asian flora draped the inside of the tower and contrasted with the blue and red symbols adorning the elegant walls.

The top floor was lined with broad windows, the tracery of which allowed natural light, both the sandy glow of the sun and the silver waves of the moon, to flood onto the polished tile, and it reflected all visitors in the rosy tint of dusk.

Silverback gorillas were stationed in a circle around the throne, facing outwards. A stone spear rested with its blunt end on the ground in the hold of their massive, sinewy hands, which were larger than the skulls of most Gongmen City residents.

The duo who guarded the top of the long staircase that stretched from the bottom of the tower to the upper floor greeted the king with snorts.

Upon reaching the final steps, a pair of tan antelope flocked to the king. They donned teal and mocha robes that flaunted flowery and ornate patterns worth more than the average lifetime income of the peasants, and porcelain plates containing the dew of ginkgo trees were clutched in their hooves.

Servile inquiries about his health and appetite gushed from their mouths like excitable children swarming their parents. The king scrunched his eyes and waved a hand at them as he passed as if shooing insects.

Words never pausing, the courtiers shifted their attention and offerings to Shen.

The prince recoiled and quickened his pace, but the commander approached the plates with a curious sniff and a lolling tongue. His jaws snapped shut around vacant air as the antelope hugged the food to their chest with disdainful and repulsed expressions.

Ears flattening, the wolf observed the courtiers through narrowed eyes and vibrated with a guttural snarl when they scurried to the side of the king. The jingling of rings and piercings in their ears filled the room like bags of coins shaking.

From his occasional discussion with the rare wolf whose gaze extended farther than the tip of his weapon, Shen had long since deigned to look upon the antelope's rotund shapes and thought of the peasants whose loose-fitting clothes outlined their skeletons.

The body of his pale blue robe mimicked fish scales, and if one had seen the pattern before the stitches in the embroidery, one would have guessed it belonged to a creature swimming in the ocean.

A maroon stripe descended from his collar to his feet, which were obscured by a black ruffle that dragged along the floor. The trim on his sleeves was an ostentatious combination of golden, black and flaming orange.

Shen sauntered behind his father, enjoying the comfort of his silk robe that was a solitary shade darker than the snowy appearance of his plumage. The metal joints in his talons slinked across the wood floor like twin glasses clinking.

Paws slapping the floorboards and claws scraping them after each step, the commander marched beside the prince.

As the king turned to peer at his son, his eyes crinkled in disgust. "Keep them out of the throne room. Please, Shen." Exasperation bore heavily upon his voice, and he planted a hand on the end of his beak as if holding his nose.

The courtiers surrounded him with their aromas of peaches in a desperate attempt to relieve his besieged nostrils from the lupine stench of the commander.

The wolf bowed his head and curled his lips, exposing his fangs with a quiet growl. He ambled back down the staircase only when the prince gave a slight nod of his head.

Shen's gaze idled on the stairs to the throne for a moment longer before he offered the majestic peacock a look of tepid sincerity. "What is to be done about it, Father?" His voice carried no indictment or demand for action, merely a wish to understand the expected fate of the bandits.

The king approached his throne with a hand grazing the pristine metal of the armrest. It mirrored the grand tail of the peacock, with its many eyes and sharp feathers reflecting the sunlight pouring in from the ceiling. "These rabble-rousers are guilty of no more than petty thievery."

His short-sighted conclusion drew the makings of a scoff from the prince, but Shen placated his disbelief with an incredulous glance at the peahen approaching his father.

The Soothsayer emerged from the same corner as she had a moment prior but chose to settle onto a green mat diagonal to the throne. The top of her head barely reached his jaw, and a silent weight burdened her walk that she neglected to share.

"Another farm was attacked last night," she lamented with the regal poise of a leader addressing the casualties of war. The edge of her violet robe, which imitated the shell of a giant tortoise, was lifted by her hands as she ascended the stairs. "This one, a member of our private supplier."

Shen slowly raised his head, an appalled twitch gripping his left eye.

Standing beside her husband, the queen's plumage was a much duller shade of light blue and faded pink. Where the teal rose to just below the top of his neck and evolved into a royal blue, her face was the colour of a decrepit rug stained with dry wine.

His crest protruded from the crown of his head like a magnificent folding fan, while her crest was an inconspicuous tuft of thin feathers that resembled acupuncture needles.

Like dogs heeding the dinner bell, the antelope wobbled up the stairs to the throne and doubled over in a series of pants. They recovered after a moment of wheezing and presented the dew of the ginkgo trees to the queen, who lethargically accepted it with a distrait glance across the room.

His parents continued the debate in hushed whispers, but Shen turned with a swish of his tail and rushed to the balcony.

The tips of his hand feathers rested on the balustrade. A tapping began as he rapped his fingers against the wood, beak opening as if preparing to declare a grand message to an invisible crowd. Before he could reach a definitive conclusion on his words, the tired voice of his mother gave him pause.

"Shen, something troubles you?" Her tone of caution and hesitant approach, as though she expected a particular answer, startled the peacock. She joined him on the balcony, and despite her inquisitive gaze, Shen refused to look her in the eye. He merely hummed, a sound that brought a twinge of despair to the queen's sunken face.

A cool breeze that flowed from the marketplace swayed her short feathers and carried with it various aromas of cooked rice and dumplings. Watching the city, the peahen acquired a distant uncertainty in the affair that drew her gaze to the guardrail of the balcony. "I worry the raids will not end with gold."

Shen looked askance at her and blinked, his eyes drifting to the edge of Gongmen City, where the elaborate craftsmanship of the towers and cobblestone roads dissolved into wetlands and huts. "Fret not, Mother. This blight upon the kingdom shall be lifted soon enough."

The queen turned to her son with a distinct weariness but mustered a feeble smile. "I pray your words are true, Shen." She continued to observe him with her mouth slowly opening, but the prince strode out of the throne room before she could voice her thoughts.

Hanging her head, the peahen allowed an anxious sigh to slip from her beak.

As metallic clanks descended on the wood stairs that creaked beneath the force of Shen's steps, the commander turned with a twitch of his ear.

The peacock strode past him without offering a direct look, merely a tilt of his head. "Gather your best men," he ordered in a calm tone that courted secrecy and discretion. "When the city sleeps, meet me at its border."

* * *

Before the wolf could crack the stone against the side of your head, a metallic feather soared out of the darkness and impaled the centre of his back.

The stone rolled from his grasp and tumbled across the ground, his mouth agape and countenance frozen in a look of shock. His hand continued to hover in a raised position as if his body were unable to acknowledge the attack.

Legs gradually dragging him forward until they pulled his torso towards the ground, the wolf collapsed on top of you. An agonized grumble was his sole expression of pain, and the stink of an unclean dog punctured your nostrils.

A smooth voice sharpened by irritation and disappointment broke the fragile lull in the raid. "'Petty thievery'. Oh, Father, your naivety is pitiable." The sheen of white plumage gleamed in the outskirts of the light's breadth, and a pair of red eyes emerged from the darkness shrouding the dirt path to the city.

Before the rogues could threaten this interloper, a trio of wolves clad in red and black shoulder guards lurked beside him. A whoosh followed the display of a large, crescent-shaped tail that sported a wall of red and black, eye-like shapes. Mouths opening and ears deflating, every rogue with the ability to move retreated a few steps.

"Prince Shen?" exclaimed the rogue nearest to the paralyzed one. He tucked his bushy tail between his legs when the commander delivered a snarl that scorned him for his misuse of the royal service.

Shen opened his hand in the direction of the wolf who had addressed him, and the commander lunged forward on all fours. As he tackled the rogue and slammed his head into the grass, the two bodyguards pounced on a pair of wolves moving to intervene.

The commander's robust paw and claws squeezed the rogue's face, gales of pungent breath that stunk of raw meat and roadkill enveloping his nose. A cacophony of whimpers, barks and growls pervaded the night as three rogues fought their captors, while the remaining four began to flee.

Swells of dirt wafted into the air like frozen waves.

Shen pursued the wolves in a serpentine manner, and with a swing of his arm, a volley of feathers that resembled sleek daggers brought two of them to the ground.

The final duo scrambled to retreat into the shadows, expelling yelps when a glint of steel emerged from the peacock's robe.

He dragged the blade across a rogue from his upper back to his abdomen in a motion so graceful it seemed to imitate a ballerina twirling on the stage.

For the last wolf, Shen leapt and hovered above him with an outstretch of his tail -- briefly obscuring the light of the moon -- before tucking it and using the force of his descent to propel the sword through the canine's heart.

The breastplate that had sworn to protect his life shattered like glass, and for a sweet moment that passed no faster than a blink in Shen's eyes, the night had achieved peace once more.

"What should we do with these?" Teeth clenched and body unsteady from the belligerent rogue underneath, the commander grunted the question at his prince.

Face speckled with blood, Shen turned slowly as if reassessing the situation. In a voice no higher than a grim whisper, he commanded, "Dispose of them." The commander's ears lowered in an expression of surprise, and the bodyguards, smelling a twinge of uncertainty, looked to him for confirmation.

Licking his chapped lips, the muscular wolf directed his attention at the snivelling rogue. Before he could attack, the rogue cried, "Wǒ zhīdào hěnduō shìqíng!"

The other two captured wolves flung the bodyguards off of them with a swift kick in the stomach and jumped to their feet.

The rogue beneath the commander turned his head to observe them, his eyes widening in terror. "Bié kàojìn wǒ!" As he writhed like a rocking horse, his former comrades brandished battle-axes. They were quickly tackled by the bodyguards, and their weapons clattered to the dirt.

The wolves sunk their fangs into their fellow canines' throats after a murderous glare from Shen.

A scarlet light flooded the battered land, as did the putrid stench of copper and iron. "Speak! Speak!" encouraged Shen, beckoning with a repetitive movement of his arms. "Since your comrades seemed so eager to silence you!"

One of the bodyguards had swiped a torch from the fresh corpses and presented it to their commander.

The red glow of the torch -- like a fiery sunset -- illuminated the haggard face of the rogue, blood trickling and glistening down his chin.

"You're gonna tell me who your boss is, or I swear on the royal family you'll never see another sunrise."

As the torch neared his face, the fur lining his snout began to sizzle. The wolf flattened his ears and bared his teeth with a pained whimper, but his attempt to pull away by kicking his feet through the dirt only earned a look of wry amusement from the commander.

"Bù! Bù! Wǒ bú shuōhuà," muttered the rogue after he spat a droplet of blood onto the ground. A strangled groan burst from his cracked lips when a muscular hand clenched his neck and slightly lifted him.

The commander looked into his crinkled, swollen eyes with a steady intensity, tightening his grip as the rogue's paws struggled to reach the earth. "You best start singing if you want to take your next breath."

The two bodyguards glanced past the captive wolf at each other, their heads and shoulders bobbing with mischievous chuckles.

The canine atop you had succumbed to his paralyzed lungs many minutes ago. While his carcass had yet to secrete the stench of decay, a combination of sweat and flames produced a stink rotten enough to supplant it.

He was knocked off of you and sent tumbling across the earth by a metal foot, and a lithe silhouette appeared among the clouds of smoke and ash billowing into the night sky.

Shen fanned his tail and draped it over you like a blanket.

The sun had long retreated behind the flat stretches of the marsh and allowed the silver reign of the moon to glimmer across the gentle waves that lapped the edges of the city. There was no biting coldness seeping into the air that night, except for the tranquil rage found in the eyes of Shen.

A kindness arose from his strict decorum when his gaze lowered to meet yours. The sudden weight on your head drew a timid gasp as you feared another round of pain.

Instead of a mouthful of dirt or a kick in the jaw, his touch was ghostly and promised a certain immunity from future wrongs. The feathers that had struck the life out of a wolf pack and stained the earth with their blood caressed the top of your head as if they were the warm sheets coating a bed made of the softest silk.

"You are safe now," he whispered, and despite the stench of fresh battle and multitude of aches rattling your body, you wanted to believe it.

"Xièxiè, Prince Shen." It was a phrase that you recited over and over again in stifled, choked breaths as if it were a mantra. As the peacock guided you to a stable position, your hazy eyes fell upon him in a way that spoke of your incomplete faith in his words before you aired it. "These wolves did not come for money like the first."

Unable to conceal his bewilderment, Shen stuttered, "'First'?" His satisfaction in the outcome dampened, for the news was eerily consonant with that of his mother's fear.

You staggered closer to the remnants of your house and, following a long look that deepened with grief and uncertainty about where to rest your head that night, shook your head. "They bore yellow and the horned mark."

Shen tilted his head from side to side in short, abrupt motions.

"Answer me!" came a gruff voice from the scene of two bodyguards restraining the final rogue, who dangled in their grasp with a bloody nose. The commander stood in front of them and landed a punch on the rogue's stomach.

Saliva flew out of his mouth as his head lurched forward, but he released nothing more than a defiant whimper.

The peacock slowly looked in his direction, smile falling and gentle demeanour vanishing.

"Bù! Nǐ bùnéng ràng wǒ shuōhuà!" The familiar argument returned.

Fur bristling, the commander smacked the rogue with his claws. "You're a disgrace to the entire royal guard! Coming out here and terrorizing a farmer -- it makes me sick to even look at you!"

Snorting and groaning to clear his throat, the rogue snapped his jaws with a string of drool plunging into the earth. "Tāmen bù shì wǒ de rén! Tāmen bù shuài! Tāmen bù cōngmíng!"

Before the tirade could culminate, a metallic feather gored the centre of his neck. The wolf slackened in the hold of the bodyguards until they were the only force keeping him from dropping to the dirt. The commander recoiled slightly and watched his body slip lower.

"He had nothing to say," declared Shen, and he swept towards the collection of wolves with impatient steps and a vexed scowl. "We meet at the neighbouring farm tomorrow night."

When the bodyguards released a series of whines, the prince whirled about. The commander was quick to draw the unsavoury attention away from his henchmen. "We just did a week's worth of training in half an hour, so we probably won't be at our best—"

Shen stomped directly in front of the muscular wolf, his limbs quivering and his eyes full of madness. "Tomorrow night! Tomorrow!" His beak opened to spew more iterations of the same order, but he paused upon seeing you amble in the opposite direction of the neighbouring farm.

Shen spared a distracted glance at the blood and corpses littering the ashen farmland.

"I can't afford any more delays."

* * *

A courtier idled on the balcony of the throne room, their gaze fixed on a rice warehouse down the street that seemed diminutive from their high altitude. While the churning of wagon wheels rolling over stones mixed with quiet chatter in the smoky night air, no light peeked through the black windows.

Slim moonlight provided a faint blanket of silver light that diminished further with each tile, for every lantern but those hanging above the throne had been extinguished.

The sound of coins hitting the floor echoed in the desolate room.

Whipping around with a gasp, the antelope examined the darkness like a thief searching for homeowners. A glimmer of white slinked past the edge of their vision closest to the throne as the noise followed the unknown visitor. As if only then recognizing the presence of the courtier, the silhouette stopped and turned to confront them.

"Fetch me a rag," hissed an unsteady voice struggling to remain below a yell.

The courtier was tersely stunned by familiarity before they plucked a grey cloth from their robe and dashed to hand it to the prince. Though shadows cloaked his body, the dark splotches staining his face and neck were like eternal tattoos among his white plumage.

Questions threatened to spill from their lips, but Shen retreated down the stairs to his quarters.

While in the corridor leading to his bedroom, a tranquil voice spoke from behind him. "You return late tonight, Shen." The Soothsayer was patient with pronouncing each word and imbued them all with an accusatory awareness.

The peacock spun around with wide eyes, only to duck his head and turn his back to her. "Yes," murmured Shen as he patted the rag against his neck, "I had some trouble with the wolves." His gaze darted across the tapestries of ancestors lining the walls as if fearing that one would spring to life.

Narrowing her eyes, the Soothsayer gripped her beard and stroked it the way one might stroke a cat. "The same wolves of whom your father spoke?"

Shen's agitated breaths and frantic glances at his environment ceased like a conductor ending the symphony with a wave of his baton. "Don't try to ensnare me in one of your traps. The private affairs of a prince are not for your ears, Soothsayer."

The goat lowered her hand and acquired a look of sour determination. "But perhaps they are for my eyes?"

A silence enveloped the corridor, sending a tremor through Shen's form and crushing his ability to be restful. Untold pressure and implicit threats drew his head towards the Soothsayer, and she met his vindictive aura with unyielding resolve.

Before he could act on his defensive instinct, the door to the adjacent bedroom began to slide open. Red light poured into the darkness and blanketed the prince in a crimson hue. He fled into his chamber, yanking the door shut and remaining in the dark as if he had never been awake at all.

The tired faces of the king and queen emerged, their shadows cast upon the wall and their eyes bleary. "Shen?" mumbled the peahen, but her scan of the corridor proved fruitless.

The king looked at both ends of the corridor as if expecting a commotion to erupt and approached the Soothsayer when no courtiers leapt out of the shadows. His hands were tucked into his sleeves, and he kept his back straight and his head elevated despite the fatigue still fresh in his body. "What is the purpose of this disturbance?"

A moment of deliberation passed between the Soothsayer's acknowledgement of the peacock and the next stroke of her beard. She peered at the queen and the door to Shen's bedroom, gradually surrendering to a mournful sigh. "A troubling prophecy has revealed itself to me."

It seemed to pull the queen from her weary state, for she turned to the goat with crinkled eyes and a quivering beak.

The king watched the Soothsayer with a combination of uneasiness and slight tilts of his head. He stepped away from their door and motioned for her to resume the conversation inside, shutting it once all three of them were out of the corridor.

Sorrow heavier than the avalanches that plagued the mountain trails crumpled her face, crinkling her eyes and pulling her mouth into a downcast line. The Soothsayer raised her hand and, with quiet and continual grief, stroked her beard. "I fear that Shen has travelled a most wicked path on this very night."

As she resigned her gaze to the floor with a modest shake of her head, the king opened his beak slightly in disbelief.

"His heart is touched by a dark affliction. It is a path that can lead to nothing but pain and war."

* * *

As you approached the centre of the room, multiple rogues snarled and bowed their ears. Tails were erect as they glared in fervid detestation like ravenous predators awaiting the opportunity to catch their prey alone.

One barked "snitch" with a gnash of his fangs, and before he could acknowledge the flash of white and grey, Shen stood in front of him with a metallic feather poking his neck.

The peacock's tail had unfurled to its full length, obscuring the wolf's vision of you and encasing him in a prison of red and black symbols. The sharp tip of the blade was hidden in his fur and pierced his skin like a needle, and the carmine eyes scrutinizing his terror were opened unnaturally wide.

When Shen spoke, it was narrowly more than an agitated mutter. "Do not poison them with your gaze."

His finger quivered with suppressed rage. A tremor rattled his entire body as if he were a bomb seconds away from exploding, a sight that prompted the commander to glance between the prince and the rogue.

"Prince Shen," began the wolf with an assertive strength, but his voice dropped to one of apprehension as the peacock snapped his head towards him with an unblinking stare. "The prisoners are ready for the line-up, sir."

Gradually, Shen withdrew his feather and straightened his posture. He tucked his arms into the drooping sleeves of his robe, and his beak that had been contorted in a scowl closed into a serene smile. "Ah, yes."

Crinkling his eyes as if watching his scheme take shape, he marched to you while shouting, "Let us not tarry any longer!" The peacock extended a hand in the direction of the rogues, softening his voice. "Farmer, if you will."

Many of the captured wolves met your inspection with bared teeth and silent wishes to end your life.

You stopped after a few brief moments and turned to the prince to indicate that you had reached a verdict, wringing your hands from the uncertainty caused by their palpable malice.

Instead of examining the wolves himself to validate your analysis, he looked at you as if the answer were clear and indisputable.

"It is them, Prince Shen." As these words left your mouth, the wall torches that once blazed like miniature infernos seemed to darken.

Whimpers burst from the rogues, and Shen accepted your conclusion with a slow nod of his head.

The commander and his henchmen tightened their hold on the prisoners when they began to squirm.

A rogue opened his mouth to howl, but the cry turned into muffled gurgling as a metallic feather impaled his throat. The wolf collapsed soon after, earning shaken and unnerved looks from the rest of the pack.

Taking a short step back, the commander twitched his ear and peeked at Shen with slightly widened eyes. The peacock was peering over his shoulder at the corpse with frenzied satisfaction.

He whipped around with a flourish of his robe, arms outstretched as if to deliver a rousing speech to the army. "Does anyone else wish to cry for help?"

It was a double-edged question -- balancing on the thin line between rhetorical and a test of bravery -- that promised varying degrees of the same fate no matter how it was answered, but a rogue was forced to gamble when his eyes darted to those of Shen.

The peacock seemed to glide across the room like a spectre. As the blade prepared to strike, the wolf tumbled onto his haunches and held his paws in front of his face in a pathetic attempt at defence. "It was an order! No one was supposed to die! The boss just wanted us to rough 'em up a bit, I swear!"

A sharp object zoomed through the crevices in his fingers and pressed against his snout.

"On your life?" The voice carried a deadly stillness, but the hint of intractable fury brimming underneath the surface was louder than the most discordant firecracker.

Drawing his legs and tail to his waist, the rogue sniffled and resisted the tears threatening to cascade down his cheeks. "Yēyē!"

Shen sheathed the feather and cocked his head with pride. "Then you won't mind spending the remainder of it on the front lines, digging trenches and stacking bricks until your back snaps."

Frenetic whimpers and pleas for mercy spewed from the wolf as a pair of guards seized his arms and hauled him to the door. As he was dragged past you, he offered a regretful look that was reminiscent of a wild animal realising its doom just before the trap came down upon its head.

A rogue lunged from out the ranks of the prisoners and called, "Āngzàng de pàntú!"

The commander raised a paw to strike him, but a metallic feather embedded itself in the rogue's stomach. He fell to the ground in a mess of whines, scarcely resisting when a guard pulled him back into his cell to bleed.

The final rogue flattened his ears and attempted to retreat behind iron bars but was caught by the maniacal stare of Shen.

He watched the canine with the occasional tilt of his head as if daring him to make a sound. When the wolf's gaze darted to you, the prince stepped in the way of it and began a slow approach. His speckled tail started to unfold, and his pace rapidly increased until he seemed to slide across the floor.

As a pristine set of claws grasped his neck and threw him onto his back, the rogue stammered in a voice that grew progressively constricted, "I'll tell you where my boss is!" The weight on his torso shifted as dark blotches materialized in the corners of his vision. "They -- he meets us at the old rice warehouse. The one on Black Dragon Alley!"

Despite this information, Shen continued to lower a shaky blade towards his eyes.

The wolf maneuvered his head in various directions to avoid the tip of the metal. "Tā ràng wǒmen jiào tā Zhāng Míng!" A terrifying numbness was spreading throughout his body, a cold blanket of ice following.

After the peacock released him, it took several seconds for his nerves to revive and plunge him into a fit of gasps and pants.

"Zhāng Míng," repeated Shen with playful distaste. "To think I'm hunting wolves like vermin, only for the nest to be right under our noses!"

Removing his paws from his face, the rogue peeked at him like a child investigating a loud noise.

"So, I'm … I'm clean? My ledger is clear?" The hope that he would live had barely exited his mouth when a sharp feather pointed at his snout. It pricked his black nose, a mere fraction of the damage that the peacock, standing atop his chest and fighting a twitch in his eye, wished to instill.

The feather twitched nearer, and in a voice softer than the gentle tide coasting the city harbour but relishing a taste of insanity, Shen whispered, "Posthumously."

Gaze dropping to the floor in an instant, the wolf searched for whether relief or dread was the correct reaction. "Shénme—"

His confusion was ended by the slice of a blade across his throat.

[masochisticdevotion]

okay but yandere Shen from Kungfu panda two - King Julian Kin Anon

King Julien kin anon r u stalking me I’m legit watching this movie RN—

Also this man and the emo who from Whorton hears a who were my first childhood crushes so I will write this in the future

also UR FUCKING NAME-

[yanderemommabean]

This may seem weird, but how about yandere kung-fu panda?

You have the hots for the snow leopard don't you?

-Mommabean

[gyaru-wish]

Wallpapers I think Yandere Simulator characters would have

Ayano: Plain color (Probably pink)

Taro: Photo of Hanako, Osana and him

Info-chan: Plain color (Probably black)

Osana: Raibaru and her

Amai: Photo of her friends and her in her birthday

Kizana: Photo of her in a costume

Oka: A Creepy pasta character

Asu: "Sports aesthetic" thing

Osoro: Her pet

Hanako: A Shojo anime character

Megami: Default wallpaper

Sakyu/Inkyu: Photo of them with a Instagram filter

Kuu: Plain color (Probably Black or red)

Horuda: Harry Potter wallpaper

Kyuji: Some Netflix series character

Otohiko: Photo of a Landscape

Hazu: Default Wallpaper

Toga: Food

Raibaru: Photo of Osana and her

Shoku: A tray of cupcakes

Kenko: Photo of him and Seiyo at the fair

Ajia: Default Wallpaper

Saki: Matching wallpaper with Kokona

Tsuruzo: Himself, of course...

Shozo: The poster of a movie

Riku: A cat

Tokuko: Aesthetic roses

Kokona: Matching wallpaper with Saki

Shin: It's emo. I don't know what, but emo.

Chojo: Glitchcore wallpaper

Daku: Ouija board

Supana: Belphegor from Obey me!

Kokuma: Dreamcore wallpaper

Geiju: One of his favourites paintings

Borupen: He's goth, idk, just that

Enpitsu: Guess here-

Maka: Weirdcore. She's very fan of it

Efude: Sailor Mercury

Miyuji: Her guitar

Gita: Herself with an aesthetic filter

Beshi: Photo of the band

Dora: A cartoon character

Kiba: Photo of her with a pretty make up

Budo: Photo of him with all the club (Raibaru included)

Sho: Probably a streamer or smth

Juku: KUNG FU PANDA-

Mina: Shima and her eating ice cream

Shima: Her dog

Fureddo: Sukubi and Rojasu when they had a Stomach ache. He thinks it's hilarious

Rojasu: Sukubi and him trying to be aesthetic. Failure

Sukubi: Rojasu and him. OKAY. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER

Dafuni: Beruma and her with real pretty dresses

Beruma: Dafuni without make up and her

Kaga: Plain color (Probably sky blue)

Horo: Yaku sleeping. He says he has it for mock him but actually thinks he is cute

Yaku: Miyuki

Meka: Some mecha anime

Homu: Default wallpaper

Itachi: Default wallpaper

Hojiro: Itachi and him

Unagi: His couple (You can imagine who)

Iruka: His crush (You can also imagine who)

Manataro: Photo with Budo

Uekiya: Her garden

Himari: Photo with Sakura in the garden

Sakura: Photo with all the club at a restaurant

Sumire: Lavenders

Tsubaki: A cat she found on her shrine

Gema: Also Miyuki

Ryuto: GTA wallpaper

Pippi: Osu! wallpaper

Midori: "Yandere-chan"

Mai: Herself in cosplay

Umeji: Food.

Hokuto: Him and Hayanari in a arcade

Gaku: Him, Umeji, his sister and Osoro with a car they found.

Hayanari: Hokuto and him in a park. THEY ALSO LOVE EACH OTHER

Dairoku: Ice cream. He likes it. No more questions.

Kuroko: Her and Megami. Akane took the photo without them notice

Akane: Her with all the council

Shiromi: Cursed image

Aoi: Her and Shiromi. Shiromi took the picture without her notice

Musume: Herself

Kashiko: Her dog

Hana: Kashiko and her

Kokoro: Herself

Hoshiko: Herself