#yandere pinocchio

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Intrigued With You

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Yandere! Pinocchio x Fem! Mechanic! Reader

Warnings: Implied toxic familial relationship, unbalanced power dynamics between the reader and Geppetto, very slight mental breakdown, slowly going into a downwards spiral, paranoia, mentioned past violence and stalking. When the full game comes out, this work may be completely different from the actual game. Please tell me if I missed any.

This blog contains/creates/interacts with dark content.

Minors/blank blogs/blogs that don’t reblog any fan art or fan fiction DNI.

Word count:3096k

Over all story summary: Your uncle’s puppet takes a bit too much of an interest in you: in which you fucked up in this chapter.

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The public’s opinion of you started to go downhill since then.

It’s been a week, and while most of the citizens won’t throw rocks or stalk you, they still stare – glares that are sharper than a knife, cutting deep into your arteries. You could practically feel the blood oozing out, a puddle forming underneath you as you stood on the stage, heart threating to explode any second now. The crowd just stares, and the puppet next to you cheers. How funny. The damn puppet is offering you more support than the intended audience.

Your foot taps against the wood. Your head throbs and you hold back a scream. You’re a monkey in a circus and they’re throwing peanuts at you.

“Hello everyone. I am here today to introduce a new, and improved, Nanny Puppet, upgraded with new codes and everything.” Your smile is strained, some of the people cheering with others sitting in silence. Seems as though some are genuinely interested and perhaps even excited about the new developments.

Glancing at your uncle who rests behind the curtains to the side, he nods his head.  But most of his attention was on the puppet rather than you. “And it even comes with settings you can adjust yourself at home.”

The Nanny cheers again, robotic, and staticky still. So lifeless, its entire being written on a script. But as you look over the crowd on the wooden stage, head light and heart thumping like thunder, you feel the same. From the way you are standing, to the wave of your hands and your words, is all scripted.

A script written by your uncle.

“Now, come,” you gesture to The Nanny, and it listens, turning its back towards the crowd as you stand next to it. There’s buttons and latches, and you undo them all, with a quick ‘sorry,’ uttered into its ‘ear.’ A habit you picked up from the years of working with your uncle.

And with the rise of malfunctions, part of you thinks it’s for the best. Pretend you’re sorry to them, and maybe when everything goes south, they’ll take pity on you. Paranoia doesn’t look good on you, you realize, showing the audience the off switch, the lights in its eyes dimming as it turns off. This wasn’t a new feature.

But the kill switch is.

“As you can see, the power switch is still enabled, even in these new models. So, don’t worry about that, but!” you bring out a control panel from your waistcoat pocket. It’s small enough to fit in your hand, and on the black surface lies a red button, a little glass cap covering it. To prevent any accidental touches. You grip it a little too hard.

“This right here is a kill switch. Now, I’m not going to press it,” your thumb rubs circles over the cap. You can’t find it in you to force another smile, mentally and physically drained from everything. “But the moment you press it, the puppet will immediately shut down… but it won’t turn on again, either.”

There’s some ‘ooo’s’ and ‘awe’s,’ but the silence of the rest is what puts you on edge. They’re most likely the protesters. You wouldn’t be surprised if this stage would set fire any minute now. You shudder at the thought. Another glance at your uncle – he nods, again.

But his eyes are still mostly focused on the puppet. You can’t tell if it is in interest, hope, or disappointment. Just like how you can’t tell if there’s still warmth in his eyes when he looks at you.

“How does it work?”

You blink, off guard. A woman raised her hand, curious eyes drilling into you. You prepared yourself for this, practicing in front of a mirror for hours on end. You got this. You need to. You might fall apart otherwise.

“So, essentially, it – “

“Or, how about you don’t make them at all? The puppets, I mean.” A man speaks up, hat hiding his gaze, but you feel the hatred and frustration radiating off him in waves. You prepared yourself for this too. But reality still sends you reeling back mentally, the thought of rocks being thrown, or stage set on fire. At least he pretends to be respectful, even with his group frowning at you.

Your body trembles the slightest bit.

“Oh – um… I understand where you come from. It’s… it can be difficult to see use in the puppets, but they’re mostly here for when you can’t do something or need extra help…” you can’t tell if you’re lying to him or saying the truth – it’s all part of the script. And truthfully, you agree with him.

You just keep your mouth shut on the matter.

“They’re taking our jobs, you know? Oh wait, you probably don’t – you’re well-off, producing and selling these… things.” The same man shakes his head before pushing others out of his way – he stops just shy of an inch before the stage. “You don’t have to worry about them stealing your job. For now, at least.”

He adjusts his hat, and the contempt in his eyes is so heavy you’re on the verge of drowning. You swallow. You do know, you do, but it’s not like you could do anything. You already tried, you tried, but talking doesn’t work and –

“Alright, alright, I think that’s enough for now.” Your uncle comes out, places a hand on your shoulder. It feels more restricting than comforting. “It’s been a rather long day for everyone, hasn’t it? The sun is going down, and dinner time is drawing near. Same place and time tomorrow, as it was yesterday and today.”

Unlike you, he sounds confident. Gentle, but firm, and yet, you’re starting to grow more wary of him than the protesters. You wish you could hurry and pick a side. Money or no money, everything was starting to seem more futile, meaningless. You want to live under a rock.

Live under a rock and become separated from your job. You tap your foot more aggressively, biting your lip once your back is turned to the crowd. Your hands twitch even with the control in your hands.

He doesn’t leave room for debate, guiding you on the shoulder to walk down the stage and to his little personal workshop. The police – puppets, again – prevent anyone from getting close. You weren’t here yesterday; it was just him. Did he go through the same thing? Is that why he’s so calm, so natural about it?

Or was he always like this? Disconnected from everything that did not concern his work, his dreams? His puppet, his –

“… Uncle,” you fiddle with the control in your hands. “Did anyone accompany you yesterday?” You can’t find it in you to look at him. Can’t even talk properly, no matter how hard you try to accept everything, like you should. It’s expected of you. And maybe it is because of that, that you can’t find yourself willing to do so.

“Mm. Howard did. It was a welcomed surprise.” He chuckles low in his throat, adjusting his hat as you make way home. Guilt immediately starts to boil within, your heart squeezing painfully as your throat closes in on itself. “He’s a fine young man indeed.”

“He is, isn’t? Such a nice young man…” you agree, nodding your head, ignoring the gnawing at your chest. You care about him, dreadfully so, to the point it was horribly painful. Which was why you tried to keep him out of your business.

But he was just so stubborn.

“Hm,” he takes a glance at you; eyes shifting from one side to another. You see it but don’t think much of it. But even so, you can’t ignore the lack of warmth in his gaze. “I heard he’s been visiting you more often now. Are you two perhaps…?”

“No! No, it’s not like that. It won’t ever be like that again.” You laugh, shaking your head. You fidget with the control more. You look down at your hands – scars and light burns decorate them like tattoos. No longer as ‘pretty’ as society would like to describe.

The though brings out a laugh.

“It just won’t work out.”

“How come?” He sounds interested, but not in a caring way – it was in a way that made you feel like a test subject. “You were such a great pair. He would have made an excellent son-in-law for your parents.”

You grit your teeth. “Yeah. He would have. But that’s neither here nor there; it’s in the past. And it will forever remain in the past.” Your face feels hot – anger? Shame? Annoyance and irritation jabbing at every corner of your very being, you try your best to remain stoic about the conversation. Even if you subconsciously know he’s taking a jab at you.

Even though he has no reason to.

You were sure of it now – all of the warmth that was inside your uncle was slowly becoming cold. Was he always this type of man? Cold? Disconnected from everything? But surely, there was still some left for you, right?

A faint chuckle. “I apologize – I shouldn’t have brought up the subject. I wasn’t aware that it was still a touchy subject.” His fingers dig into your shoulder before his grip loosens. He pats it twice before fully letting you go, turning his head to smile at you.

You think it was meant to be gentle. “It’s fine. It was my fault for… assuming you had other intentions by bringing it up.” It’s a lie. It wasn’t fine, and you both know that. But it should be okay, because he’s a man you consider to be your uncle, and of course uncle Geppetto always wants what’s best for you. It would crush you if he didn’t.

“Mm, that’s the spirit. Don’t let anything drag you down.” You’re at his personal workshop now, the wind picking up. It’s getting colder. The leaves are starting to fall more and more, flowers wilting as the days go by. Just like you.

“Now then, I hope you take great care of him. I have other business to attend to, but I wanted to make sure you made it back safe and sound.” Your uncle gives you exactly two pats on the back. Adjusting his glasses, he turns to look at you, smiling.

Smiling, smiling, smiling – it’s all he does. It’s what unnerves you the most. It’s what the citizens hate about him. It’s what unarms your family. It’s what feels the most inhuman about him.

“Yes, of course,” you reply, nodding your head. Your fingers start scrapping against the control gently. Foot tapping, you attempt to smile. “I would never harm… it. It is also my project, you know?”

It wasn’t.

“Mm, yes, of course. Thank you for all your hard work.” And with a tilt of his hat, he’s off – you watch his retreating back, the muscles with every movement. You just realized he could easily overpower you.

Your fingers dig harder into the control until you can feel your fingernails digging into your own flesh. You wonder if he would turn against you if you were to abandon this job field.

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Two hours and forty minutes.

That’s how long you have been tampering with the legion arm – your uncle begged you to stop calling it a mechanical arm – greasing it, tightening the screws, making sure that the fingers curl just like a real hand would. And of course it did – it should, especially since nearly all your paychecks and funds go into this puppet and not your own personal life.

Two hours and forty minutes, plus two months and you’re barely about to be done with this damn thing. You finished two other ones before this, but even then, you might have to ‘fix’ them. Make sure that they’re up to your uncle’s very high standards.

“Fuck… why am I even working on this thing? This is the least of our concerns, not to mention – ow, fuck!” In your hurry to get another type of screwdriver, you pushed over a failed ‘heart’ test dummy. It lands directly on your foot, causing you to drop everything else as you hold it with your trembling hands.

They were doing that more often. “Wow, okay, great. Sure, let’s just let everything fall on you. God, I’m going crazy. I might turn into a menace before the protesters and puppets do.” Running a hand through your hair, you pace back in forth, biting your free thumb.

Every time you enter this godforsaken place, your sanity dwindles bit by bit. “Okay, let’s calm down – my foot isn’t bleeding, I think. I should… I should take a break.” Despite your words, you go back to working – picking up the old ‘heart’ and placing it back on the messy table.

Research papers messily stacked at a corner, puppet parts scattered all over, grease stains on the wood. The table wears scratch marks like medals of honor. Pausing for a moment, you walk to the far-right side of the table, picking up the papers and placing them into a clean square bin on the floor. You kick it to some random corner of the workshop.

The urge to rip them to shreds is, in a way, comforting. If those were gone, how could you continue on? They even had blueprints. Nails dig into your palms at the thoughts. Not harsh enough to draw blood, however.

“Hm, I should clean up… but what’s the point? Everything gets scattered again, uncle moves the parts to the most random of places, Howard ends up losing them… so much to do, such little time.”

Ranting to yourself, you stomp to the table again, picking up the new and ‘official’ heart for the puppet. You remember putting it elsewhere. In a drawer. Safe and sound.

And yet, it was on this stupid, stupid table –

“Are they trying to kill me?” you mumble out, on the verge of pulling out strands of your hair. “Not only that, but the fact I could have been harmed today… he knows they already threw stones at me, why make me appear in public again? Why get on the wooden stage that could easily be consumed by fire?”

Without thinking, you stride over to the puppet sitting on the red plush chair. When you’re shy a few inches from it, you take a moment to admire its beauty – the eyes were closed. Long eyelashes that cast shadows onto pale, freckled ‘skin.’ The carob brown hair still looked as soft as ever, with messy curls that remind you of his hair back when he was younger.

Back when everything was normal. Gentler times where warmth wasn’t forced into honeyed words, when you weren’t so scared of being beaten to death. When everything was fine. Happy.

It was missing the left arm – the legion arm. You cast a glance behind you, spotting the arm on the table. That’s the one he wants to put on for now. The most simple, basic one, no complicated functions, no paint, just metal. You decide to leave it.

Turning to face the puppet again, tilting your head, you really take in its appearance; it has an average body type. Maybe a bit more on the lean side, but aside from the pretty face and missing arm, it looked human. It looked normal.

And that’s what scares you.

“…,” against your better judgement, your hand reaches out. Fingertips graze against the cheeks, feeling how cold and smooth it was. It’s flawless compared to your hand. You pause to see if the puppet will move at your touch. When it doesn’t, you bring your hand up, taking a closer step to it. The hair was soft, fluffy. It didn’t feel fake like it should.

It felt real.

“… I shouldn’t be doing this. Hah. I really am going crazy.” The thread that was holding your sanity together was close to snapping. Again, against your better judgement, you act on impulse. Unbuttoning the white button-down, you feel your heart drop at how… human it looks.

But upon closer inspection, there was a thin line, forming a square across the chest. There was a little screw, the opening to inside of the chest. Huffing, you dig into your overcoat pocket, retrieving the specific screwdriver – your uncle makes you carry it like a lifeline. However, you are not sure if he thought it through – what if someone mugged you?

Your hand hesitates as you hold the screwdriver, hovering by the opening. The ‘heart’ was still in your hands. It starts to beat slowly, almost as if coming to life. “… Uncle might kill me if I mess with his favorite puppet…”

Instead of heeding your own words, you open the chest cavity, placing the screwdriver back into your pocket. You’ve seen it before; hollow, wires connecting with each other and to the sides. There’s a small open space where a human heart would be. You look at the one in your hand before nodding your head.

You were acting rebellious, in a way. And it may very well lead into your downfall, either being killed by a puppet going haywire or by your uncle’s red, blinding rage.

You hesitate before gently putting the ‘heart’ into its assigned area. Connecting the wires to it, patting it, watching as it starts to glow, beating steadily. You did not think twice about your actions. After a second, you close it, screwing it shut before walking serval steps away.

Nothing happens.

“Hah… ha-ha, what was I thinking? I went from zero to a hundred within a few minutes… I should take a few days off. Maybe even a week…” chuckling to yourself, you rub your head. You’re getting a migraine. Much be too much caffeine, that coffee would eventually kill you.

Turning around, you walk away from the puppet, heading towards the door to get some fresh air. To force some sanity back into your head before you scream your lungs out and pull out every single strand of your hair out. The longer you stay here, the worse you become.

Creak.

You stop in your tracks, blood turning cold. No. surely not – your eyes widen when you realize how stupid you are. You were dumb enough to connect the wires to the heart. But! When your uncle did that, this didn’t –

You turn your head around so fast you almost snap your neck. Your heart drops.

It opens its eyes, and the first thing it sees is you.

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[kloudinthesky]

Valentines Flowers 💐

Cove from Our Life: white poppies

Alexei from Infinite Blue: yellow coreopsis, freesia, and daisies

P from Lies of P: blue camellias and forget-me-nots

Lamb from Cult of the Lamb: red camellias

Basil from Omori: yellow sunflowers

Eddie from Yandere AI Girlfriend Simulator: pink sakuras

Charlie from Hazbin Hotel: red roses

[bitethedustfools]

TWST Story Idea (16)

It happened in an instant.

Yuu woke up in a coffin, gasping in desperation and fear. The darkness swallowed him whole, rendering him unable to see.

Escaping that coffin when it was set ablaze by a cat-like monster marked the first adventure for Yuu.

Yuu's first reaction to this new world was like a child setting his gaze upon a brightly lit Christmas tree, eyes sparkling with bright lights and stars.

It was wonderful, colorful, and out of this world. It was like a dream.

His limbs trembled when he stepped into the new world, hands lifted before his eyes as though to question if everything was real.

And it was real. What Yuu felt and experienced was enough to tell that it's all real, and that was enough for him for wanting to stay even though it was just an abandoned ramshackle dorm, far from the luxury he had ever known.

He felt alive as magic burst like fireworks and danced to a rhythm his new friends orchestrated. Even if Yuu was magicless, he was happy all the same.

While it's true that his new life was sometimes faced with foes, obstacles, and antics caused by his friends, he didn't mind it at all. This is what he thought normal life should be like.

The pain that was inflicted on him, he cherished those as well. Perhaps it's strange to keep them as a reminder for most people, but for Yuu, it's not.

Maybe it's borderline crazy or just some weird coping mechanism.

Even if at some points he was asked by his friends about it, Yuu, whose being had been exposed as an anomaly for being magicless and from another world, could only smile.

Let it be his only secret.

Call him a weirdo, call him any other unusual names so hurtful and all Yuu could do is laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world.

And Grim, beloved Grim. Naughty and spoiled, he truly cherished his furry companion. The warmth he emitted and the annoying yet endearing personality.

It can be said that he made Yuu's life even better than before.

What Yuu experienced here was something that he yearned for but could never say out loud. It's not that he didn't have the freedom to do so. It was just the weight of his words was so burdensome.

He let his same wish go out with a puff to every birthday candle snuffed, watched as his hope grew and perished and began anew. The small piece of cake in his mouth tasted bland every year he forced himself to eat.

It was only now that his wish had been heard and granted and he wanted to stay here for eternity where he could live without being scared and weak.

He wanted to have fun every day. He wanted to laugh and eat food that had never been so delicious in his whole life before. He wanted to wake up in his home with Grim snuggling by his side and greet his friends with smiles without worry.

He wanted to do what he couldn't do, to try everything even if he failed miserably, to run and to dance, to explore and feel and wear the most luxurious clothes without the Swords of Damocles dropping over his head at any moment.

He wanted to cry but he had already cried enough, he wanted to smile twice as much without faking it.

He stayed and stayed… . . . …and stayed.

Until what happened during Idia's overblot and Malleus's shook his peaceful life. The seed that was left behind without any water and light burst open from its coat. The plants branched out at the tragedies unfolding before his eyes, poking deep inside his head and heart where he kept the darkness sealed.

It touched the parts Yuu wanted to hide. The dream he lived in wavered and the truth bared its fangs, glinting threateningly.

Yuu began to miss home.

He missed his family who was always by his side, through sorrow and pain, without fail. Even if he knew that they were also a bit unwilling to see him some days.

But Yuu understood. He had no choice but to do so.

Yuu knew his wish was very selfish. Maybe that's why the Blue Fairy didn't grant it at all because Yuu was hesitant in his heart. Because granting that wish meant he had to let go, never to see them again.

It's true that he wished to be happy, never to worry about a thing.

But he also wished that they could be happy too. Together or without…

For the first time in his new life, nothing felt the same anymore. Every adventure had Yuu thinking of his family.

It was not fun anymore.

And Yuu, who wished for things to stay like this forever, finally grew up. A person who used to fit with his peers like puzzles or like a Mad Hatter to Wonderland became Alice who wanted to go home.

He was out of place and out of time.

His heart kept yearning for unreachable things but the first wish was granted so what's wrong with keeping hope that another will be granted as well?

That's what Yuu did and he was back to square one.

Truly, he was a very pitiable person from the beginning.

He kept wishing and wished and wished–

–until Yuu woke up with a gasp, eyes blown wide open only to shut tightly when bright lights penetrated his vision.

A familiar scent of sterilization invaded his nose followed by a numb sensation in all limbs.

People in white coats surrounded his bed while holding certain devices that must have aided in bringing him back to life if the heart monitor that began to stabilize was any indication.

Although muddle-headed, his gaze managed to spot Grim, his beloved doll that was sewn terribly and barely resembled a cat. He was slumped next to the books filled with fairytales set on the desk next to his hospital bed.

Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, The Little Mermaid, Sleeping Beauty, and so on…

Yuu knew long ago what it meant to wake up in that coffin.

He was well aware that Twisted Wonderland is just another name for Neverland and Neverland is just another word for the afterlife, where the lost boys go and never grow up until the end of time.

He was ready to accept it but in the end…

He had made another wish and whispered it to the wishing star for the Blue Fairy to hear. A wish similar to Geppetto's yearning for a child, and in respond, Pinocchio, who was made of wood, was brought to life.

And he was indeed back to life. Back to the reality that he was reluctant to face every morning. Back to being a burden, stuck in the bed with white walls and limbs that couldn't move and senses that dulled over time as he festered in that place.

And it's all because Yuu didn't want to see his family cry over his coffin.

Yuu wanted to live even if it was painful. At least, until he's the only one left.

It was closest to a Happy Ending that Yuu could think of for a story like his, one that was truly fitting for a very selfish person.

[ikarasu]

🍫White Chocolate🍫

Yandere Carlo/P x Reader

Warning: spoilers, yandere behavior, broken bones, and death

P/Carlo’s Perspective: 🍫Dark Chocolate🍫

Final Part: 🥀Tummy Ache🥀

Word Count: 1715

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At a young age, Carlo and I knew that we were to marry. My parents were successful vehicle inventors who were very interested in Geppetto’s works. Geppetto wanted his son to marry the perfect spouse. So our parents took an opportunity and formed an arranged marriage. I knew that Carlo hated me, because of the arrangement. Feeling that now he has no chance of experiencing real love. I, on the other hand, fell in love at first sight. Everything that Carlo did felt so honest and pure. I watched Carlo grow up into a fine young man, but our relationship never improved. He would always avoid me at any chance given. Yet I still loved him despite his bitter nature towards me. Loving Carlo was like savoring dark chocolate. It’s so pure and rich but leaves nothing but a bitter aftertaste.

As the plague worsened my family had us move away from Krat. Yet my parents still caught the disease and eventually passed away six months after contracting it. I returned to Krat in hopes of finding Geppetto and Carlo. Only to return to the beginning of the puppet frenzy. I found Geppetto and was told of Carlo’s passing before he rushed me to take refuge at The Krat Hotel with a few other survivors.

I don’t know how long it has been since I’ve taken refuge here. But I’ve grown to enjoy the company of others. Usually, I help around with Polendina or chat with Sophia and Eugénie. I have not heard news from Geppetto recently, and I can’t help but worry. Leading me to think about Carlo and how I wasn’t there for his final moments. It hurts to think that I never got to say bye and tell him the truth about my feelings.

The loud creaking of the front entrance doors opening pulls me out of my thoughts. Like a bitter pill, I swallow up my feelings and head downstairs to greet whoever had just entered. As I head down the stairs I hear Sophia chatting. ‘It must be another survivor…’

“Sophia, who’s the newcomer-“

I stop as I look up at the face of the newcomer. Suddenly I feel sick to the stomach and I take a step back.

“I-it can’t be….”

There stands a confused familiar face. His unfamiliar blue eyes are glassy and dull, but his freckles are a constellation of stars I have memorized by heart.

“Oh, (name), I want you to meet P” Sophia says as she looks over at me with concern.

P raises his hand slowly as he stares at me. He almost touches my hand but I run. I headed to my room as fast as I could. My breath is erratic, my heart is pounding, and my mind is spinning. I feel like the world is collapsing on me and I fall to my knees and cry alone in my room.

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*knock knock*

I refuse to move from my bed after the events from earlier today. The confusion and feeling of being lied to is conflicted inside me.

“(Name)… it’s me, Geppetto. May I come in?”

He sighs as he hears no response from me.

“I’m assuming you met my latest creation…..”

The door whips open revealing my angered expression.

“Is that what he is, Geppetto? Just another toy to you?! Some sick way to make up for your shortcomings as a father figure to Carlo?!”

My fists are trembling and the hot tears spill from my cheeks. Geppetto holds one of my fists gently before making me look at his face.

“Let me explain everything to you… there’s more to it…”

We sit in my room as Geppetto explains his whole plan to revive Carlo. I hesitate at his words, everything about it seems inhumane. Yet he tries to reassure me with promises of me getting my chance to love Carlo again.

“I can’t Geppetto… none of this sounds right. I miss Carlo as well, deeply, but this is too much for me.”

I guide him out of my room to let me process everything that has been said.

The next few days I try to go through my day as per usual. Trying to ignore those same blue glassy eyes following my form as I pass by. Despite their beautiful color, they’re too fake and doll-like for me to appreciate.

I go to the library to browse some books to read. On the top shelf, I notice one of my favorite books sitting on it. I try to reach for it as best as I can. My fingers barely graze the spine of the book before suddenly I feel a cold form pressing against my back. A larger hand easily grabs the book I was reaching for. Turning around slowly I refuse to meet his eyes. I quickly take the book and give him a quiet thank you before running off. If I had taken the time to look I would’ve noticed the way his eyes showed something new, longing.

I try to avoid him whenever he is in the hotel. Until one day I was feeling more somber than usual. Today would’ve been Carlo’s birthday. Sitting alone at the piano I play an old tune, one that I thought Carlo would’ve enjoyed if he and I got along. The tears drip from my face as I continue to play. Quietly the front doors of the hotel open and P walks in. P’s footsteps go unnoticed by me as I drown myself in my sorrows. He feels something deep down in his heart pulling him towards me. The feelings ran deep and made the ergo in his veins flow more. He felt like he had no control over these feelings. Remembering Geppetto’s words in his office after defeating the watchman at the city hall.

“(Name) and Carlo were made for each other. Treat them well, even if they’re a bit rough around the edges at the moment. They’ll come around sooner or later”

The song comes to an end and the room is now only filled with the sounds of my quiet sobs. I gasp as I feel a hand touch my shoulder. P stands there and looks at me with concern.

“Go away… You’re the last ‘thing’ I want to see at the moment” I say resentfully.

Instead of listening to me, P pulls me into a hug. I freeze and then I let myself melt. Carlo would’ve never hugged me so comfortably. The tears spill more and for once I look back at those blue eyes. He stares at me so lovingly and kindly. Maybe this is okay…maybe I can love again…

As P progressed on his journey our relationship bloomed. He was patient when I was stubborn and he was loving when I needed it. Loving P was like milk chocolate. The perfect balance of sweetness with no bitter aftertaste. He was perfect and I gave him all of my heart.

P came into the hotel and came to my room. One look at his face and I knew what he was thinking. We lay together one last time before he had to go off and finish off Simon. Our tears and hearts are shared one last time.

“I promise to come back… I won’t leave you again, (name)”

🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~Time Skip~🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~

Screams are all I can hear ringing through the hotel. I hide in my room crying as I fear for my life. They’re all gone. Eugénie, Venigni, Antonia, Polendina, Pulcinella… they’re all gone. I hear footsteps approaching my room and I feel sick to my stomach. I pray for them to turn away and move on. It’s silent for a few moments before I hear the handle of the door turn. I hid in my wardrobe before the door could be opened. Holding my breath as I stare through the crack of my wardrobe. The room is empty and everything is silent. I let out my breath before suddenly brown eyes appeared in front of the crack. A scream is ripped out of my throat as I’m yanked out of the wardrobe.

“My love~ I promised you I would come back”

I tried to push at his form but his body wouldn’t budge an inch. Staring at familiar brown eyes that are now filled with bloodlust. Familiar constellations of freckles are nowhere to be found. Only splatters of blood and oil speckle his face.

“Let me go! You monster!” I scream as I continue to thrash in his iron-like hold.

“Now, now, that’s not very nice of you love~” he says in a sugary tone

I continue to thrash as tears fall from my eyes. Praying to any gods that all of this is just some nightmare. Suddenly he pulls me by the hair to force me to look at him. His tone taking a dangerous turn.

“Father promised me that we were made for each other. So start acting like it, love.”

I tremble in his hold submissively. He smiles and releases my hair before leaning closer to my face.

“That’s a good spouse~”

Before he could lean any closer I grabbed the vase behind him and smashed it on his head. He staggers and I make a run for it. Skipping over steps as I make a dash for the exit. I manage to run out the doors into the rainy entrance before I’m tackled down. Grabbing onto my leg he gives me a dangerous look. A sickening crack and a scream were all that could be heard. I cry as the pain shoots up my leg.

“See? That’s what happens when you’re not a good spouse. I have to clip your wings” his tone has returned to that sickening sweet voice.

He pulls out a ring and looks at me. I try to crawl away but he pulls me back cradling me. I cry as he slips on the ring and pulls me into a possessive kiss.

“That’s right, love! Cry! It’s a joyous moment for both of us. Now we can be together forever just as we were meant to be”

This ‘love’ is like white chocolate. Its overly sweet taste is there to cover up the fact it isn’t chocolate. Only this time it’s all that you have left.

🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~

Notes: I will edit this eventually rippppp

[oldworldghost]

Had an angsty thought about P falling in love with reader whose staying in the hotel and using that as a sort of motivation to continue to try and become human because lord above he wants nothing more than to actually feel for them, like really feel for them, and he's fairly sure that [for reasons he doesn't quite understand] that the "love" is mutual. But also reader has such unstable attachment issues that don't really manifest in a noticeable/harmful way until P actually confesses his feeling for them and reader just fucking. breaks his newly formed heart because holy shit they cannot do that. Readers so convinced they can't love him in a way that's good, or at all really, and P is so so confused and upset because reader has been acting like what he thought someone in love would act like. And P still feels such a strong disconnect between himself and humans still because even if he is human now he obviously still doesn't understand anything about them and-

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Can't Buy Me Love

Yandere! Honest John x Disney Heroine! Female Reader.

Warnings: Human Trafficking, drugs and alcohol, smut, and rude language.

Notorious pimp, Honest John, realized money doesn't make the world round. His sins caught up with him and he'll die trying for your safety.

[s1mpid10t]

Still thinking of this, only now I'm also listening to In My Room and Smoke and Mirrors

Writers please do your thing

Been thinking about a fanfic idea where the reader is a puppet who was made for Carlo, but when the whole puppet frenzy happened y/n was one of those puppets and because of this they didn't know Carlo had died.

When they did find out they did grieve but when Pinocchio came into the story y/n became very obsessive, basically a yandere for a puppet who didn't even know they existed. Y/n would follow him around and kill any of the puppets (other than mini and main bosses) to make sure he didn't get hurt.

Idk I came up with it while listening to Super Psycho Love and Cemetery Girl.

[sinfullyrosey]

Masterlist (TWST)

Riddle Rosehearts

Study Session (Male!Heartslabyul Student; NonReader) NSFW

Smut Headcanons (NonReader) NSFW

Peck a Pretty Rose (GN!Reader) SFW

Rule 53 Clearly States (GN!Reader) SFW

Family & Safe Sex HC (Fem!Reader) Suggestive

Family & Safe Sex HC (Fem!Reader) Suggestive

Family & Safe Sex HC (Fem!Reader) Suggestive; *Sensitive Topics Mentioned

The Rules are Not Colorblind Friendly (GN!Reader) SFW

Riddle's Childhood Analysis (NonReader) SFW; *Sensitive Topics Mentioned

Trey Clover

Cream-Filled Buns (Fem!Reader) NSFW

Why Trey Get No Love?? (NonReader; mentions of Leona, Malleus, & Leech Twins) SFW

Deuce Spade

(De)flowering the Garden (Fem!Reader) NSFW

Vil Schoenheit

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who's the Simpiest of Them All? (GN!Reader) NSFW

Spanking Minific (GN!Reader) NSFW

Unfinished Mini Fic Snippets (GN!Reader) NSFW

What's in the Name? (NonReader) SFW

Rook Hunt

Match His Freak (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Epel Felmier

Apple Creampie (Fem!Reader) NSFW

Bobbing for Apples (GN!Reader) NSFW

Leona Kingscholar

Sexcapades (Fem!Reader) Suggestive

Ruggie Bucchi

Eating Out (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Scratch My Back, & I Scratch Yours (Male!Reader) NSFW

Therapy Hyena (GN!Reader) SFW

Idia Shroud

Hair Leash (GN!Reader) SFW

Ortho Shroud

Little Metal Pinocchio (GN!Reader) SFW

Rant on Ortho idk (GN!Reader) SFW

Malleus Draconia

Sexcapades (GN!Reader) NSFW

Laying the Dragon (Fem!Reader) NSFW

Smut Headcanons (NonReader) NSFW

A Simple Prick (Fem!Reader) NSFW

How to Tame Your Dragon (Male!Reader) NSFW

Candy Cane Kisses (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Dragon Fae Courting (GN!Reader) SFW

Dragon Fae Courting (GN!Reader) SFW

That One Yandere HC (GN!Reader) SFW

Family & Safe Sex HC (Fem!Reader) Suggestive

Freiburg Minister Gargoyle (NonReader) SFW

Gargoyle Fans (GN!Reader; & Rollo too) SFW

Lilia Vanrouge

Bratty Bat (Male!Reader) NSFW

I F'ed Your Dad (GN!Reader) Suggestive

General Lilia (GN!Reader) NSFW

Anti Daddy Kink (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Pushing Your Buttons (Fem!Reader) NSFW

When I Was Your Age/Height (GN!Reader) SFW

Model of a Modern Major General (GN!Reader) SFW

Lilia's a Good DadTM (NonReader) SFW

Azul Ashengrotto

Sexcapades (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Jellyhead (GN!Jellyfish!Reader) NSFW

Jellyhead How They Met (GN!Jellyfish!Reader) Suggestive

Jellyhead: Part Two, Electric Boogaloo (GN!Jellyfish!Reader; Leech Twins hinted at the end) NSFW

Electric Kiss (GN!Jellyfish!Reader) Suggestive

Aggressive Affection (Fem!Reader) NSFW

Stranger in the Rain (Fem!Reader) SFW Angst Songfic

Fish Puns (NonReader) SFW

Sight & Glasses Discussion (NonReader) SFW

Sight & Glasses Discussion (NonReader) SFW

Jade Leech

Lingerie Mini HC (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Wading in the Pool (Fem!Reader) NSFW

Mushroom Caps (GN!Reader) SFW

They Took the Mushrooms in the Divorce (GN!Reader) SFW

How to Woo Your Eel (GN!Reader) SFW

Twin Tails (GN!Reader; mentions of Floyd) SFW

Floyd Leech

Feral Follies Part 1 (GN!Honey Badger!Reader) SFW

Kiss with a Fist (GN!Honey Badger!Reader) Suggestive

Too Rough of a Pursuit (MtF!Eel!Reader) SFW

Hand Holding (GN!Reader) SFW

Annoyingly Beautiful Eel (GN!Reader) SFW

How to Woo Your Eel (GN!Reader) SFW

Octatrio Nonsense (yes, they get their own section)

Fish Mafia (GN!Reader) SFW

Eel Repellent (GN!Reader) SFW

Eels in the Tub (GN!Reader) SFW

Watering the Eels (GN!Reader) SFW

Bring Back the Chub! (GN!Reader) SFW

Shrimp vs Shrimpy (GN!Shrimper!Reader) SFW

He'll Most Certainly Catch Me (GN!Reader) SFW

Two Eels and a Shrimp (GN!Shrimpmer!Reader) SFW

How to Get Banned from the Lounge (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Neige LeBlanche

Sabotage (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Poly / Multiple

A Price for a Price (Fem!Reader; Leech Twins) NSFW

Height HCs (GN!Reader; Riddle, Epel, Ruggie, Kalim, Lilia, Leech Twins, Jack, Malleus) Suggestive

Beach Oral Minific (Fem!Reader, Leech Twins) NSFW

"Realistic" Courting Rituals (GN!Reader; Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Azul, Leech Twins, Malleus, Sebek, Lilia, Che'nya) Suggestive

20 Madols a Pop (GN!Reader; Ace, Kalim, Azul, Ruggie, Rook, Malleus) NSFW

How the Dorms Punish You (Fem!Reader; Everyone) NSFW

How the Dorms Punish You (Male!Reader; Everyone) NSFW

And Now I Shall Pleasure Myself With These Fish (GN!Octomer!Reader; Azul, Leech Twins) NSFW

What's Yours is Mine (GN!Leech Sib!Reader; Azul, Leech Twins *NonIncest) NSFW

(Pussy) Slappin' Them Fins (GN!Reader; Leech Twins) NSFW

Kissing the Homies (GN!Reader; Ace, Deuce) SFW

Lamia!Reader HC (GN!Lamia!Reader; Kalim, Jamil) SFW

GN!Eldritch Horror!Reader (GN!EH!Reader; Various) SFW

GN!Eldritch Horror!Reader (GN!EH!Reader; Various) SFW

Aggressive Affection HC (GN!Reader; Leech Twins, Leona, Malleus, Azul) Suggestive

Shrimpmer!Reader (GN!Shrimpmer!Reader; Leech Twins) SFW

NonHuman Reader Fic Ideas (GN!Reader; Leona, Jade, Ruggie, Leach Twins, Vil, Kalim, Jamil, Azul, Malleus, Lilia, Rook, Ace, Deuce) SFW

Other

Things Shoved Up Bums HC (NonReader; NRC Students) Suggestive

Yuu Wins VDC (Yuu, Vil) SFW

Overblot!Yuu Thoughts (Yuu) SFW

Floyd Tsum (NonReader) SFW

[yandere-wishes]

OMG NEW TWST EVENT!!! Look at my boy Leona!!

He's giving Lion tamer vibes 😏😍!! But also toy solder vibes!! NP I can work w/ both😍😍

Also HIM!!!

I want to pull his ears and bite him🤩🤩🤩 no, but seriously, if he's like the actual fox from Pinocchio, he should make an interesting yandere. Thoughts?

[cherryrainn]

✶ ˚ *   ✬ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓! ✬   * ˚  ✶

cherry here, and i'm excited to present something special to you: a masterlist! since i've been writing up quite a storm... i thought it would be fantastic to gather all of it in one convenient place. that's right, a masterlist just for you!

now you can easily find and access all the amazing stuff i've been asked to write.

thanks for your continued support. let's dive in and enjoy this exciting journey together!

commission me or consider supporting on ko-fi! ⋆

the lorax;

click here!

click here!

hazbin hotel;

click here!

helluva boss;

click here!

teenage mutant ninja turtles;

yandere! shredder x sibling reader who likes exploring (plat) (2014)

yandere! shredder x sibling reader whos getting used to him (plat) (2014)

yandere! shredder x sibling reader who had a nightmare (plat) (2014)

tmnt x robot that donnie made! reader (plat) (2012)

yandere! shredder x brother reader (plat) (2014)

april x karai; karais injury

shredder confessing to reader who's about to jump (2014)

tmnt x mutant! turtle! reader that was raised by the shredder (2014) (plat)

donatello helping reader who's having a panic attack (2014)

tmnt x sibling! reader who is afraid of spiders (2014) (plat)

tmnt x sibling! reader who has nightmares about shredder (2014) (plat)

scooby doo;

shaggy and scoob x child reader thats afraid of the dark (mystery inc) (plat)

sonic the hedgehog;

headcanons of shadow the hedgehog with a stressed best friend/lover

headcanons of sonic, shadow and silver being your best friend

super hardcore sonadow angst (commission)

dragon ball; characters i write

pan x sibling! reader (plat)

cooler, cell, and krillin with a s/o that sacrificed themselves

broly, frieza, & raditz injuring their s/o while having a nightmare headcanons

overwatch;

hanzo taking care of reader

cuddle headcanons with cassidy, hanzo and junkrat

ana x reinhardt in the snow

you're the 3rd shimada sibling and you all reunite (plat)

ducktales (2017);

pocky game; scrooge x male reader

pool date with fenton (male reader)

louie comforting reader who's going through a really hard time

red dead redemption 1 & 2;

arthur morgan x self harming reader

general relationship headcanons for hosea and dutch with an s/o

stranger things;

billy hargrove x amab! reader fluff

eddie munson x reader angst to fluff

billy hargrove x reader fluff

across/into the spiderverse;

cuddle headcanons with miguel

cuddle headcanons with hobie

lackadaisy;

ivy x female! pianist reader (platonic)

mordecai has a panic attack in front of serafine and nico

disney; characters i write

cinderella, aurora, pocahontas, and moana if their noses grew like pinocchio

fnaf;

glamrock freddy x stressed out reader (plat)

kiss;

i’m in need of love; ace frehley x reader (fic)

ace frehley x pauls sister! reader

eric carr x shy! fem! reader

ace frehley (space ace) x fem! reader that he accidentally abducted

speedin' back to my baby ; ace frehley x reader

slashers;

chucky x depressed! teen! reader (plat)

headcanons of fem! teen! reader having a nightmare about chucky (plat)

[theredheadedace]

Rwby Ranma 1/2 au (plus my weird ideas at the bottom)

So I had this bits of idea posing as an fanfic idea for a bit and here what is basically. Certain Rwby characters fell into one of the spring at some point. I had other ideas but that would be at the end because my mind doesn’t go from 0 to 60, it goes from 0 to teleports behind you.

Jaune fell into the spring of the drowned girl (obviously, and thought him turning into a faunus girl because his mother was a faunus), Ruby fell into wolf, Weiss into Fox, Neptune into cat, Adam into the spring of the drowned child (because edgelord line coming from a child with never not be funny), and Penny into either the spring of drowned girl or boy (I wanted to have a trans Pinocchio and I’ll stick to it).

Qrow and Raven are cursed to turn into a crow and raven but learned how to transform back and forth from Ozpin where he teaches Jaune, Ruby, and Weiss to do the same.

Also Cardin does not recognize Jaune’s female form and thinks it’s a different person while having a crush of Jaune’s female form. Almost Everyone figures out but him. I did think of having Yang be cursed to turn into a guy and Sun into a girl to give Blake Bi-panic, but it would have been too many cursed people. There was also Jaune and Blake being betrothed to make it kinda like Ranma and Akane, but decided against it.

Now into the weird part because my mind is weird. You don’t have to use this, this is just what I wanted to do if I write it. Jaunes is cursed to turn into a female faunus, but later learns his female form is the reincarnation of the faunus god with powers over change and reacts accordingly (screaming for an hour and doesn’t know how to use it, accidentally turning Torchwhich in a faunus at the end of vol 1 before he knew and permanently turning Adam into a child with no memories of what happened before he was 5 at the fall of beacon). Zwei is accidentally turned into a real boy. Mercury forms a poly with Penny and Ruby and swaps sides. Adam wants to use Jaune’s power to turn everyone into a faunus. Cinder is a Yandere. Pyrrha survives but losses a leg. And Every ship is either a crack or rarepairing, except Renora.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Intrigued With You

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Yandere! Pinocchio x fem! Mechanic! Reader

Warnings: mention of death and injuries, Geppetto’s unhealthy obsession with Pinocchio, mention of the illness going on in the universe of “The Lies of P,”, inaccurate portrayal of the game demo because I am not done with it yet, when the game comes out, this work may be completely different from the actual game.

This blog contains/creates and interacts with dark content, so if you are uncomfortable with that, don’t interact.

Disclaimer: I do NOT condone any of the toxic and harmful behaviors/thoughts that take place in this piece of fiction. None of this should be romanticized or considered normal as it is extremely toxic and dangerous.

Dead dove don’t eat.

Minors/ageless blogs that are blank/barely have anything, dni or you will be blocked.

Over all story Summary: Your uncle’s puppet takes a little too much of an interest in you.

Wc: 2169k

--

The first time you saw ‘him’, you almost mistook ‘him’ for a human.

A living, breathing, emotional human, who could laugh and cry and yell. Constantly reminding yourself that it is a puppet, a project that is not done yet, you can’t help but feel uneasy whenever you go to visit your uncle. He loved that puppet, yet there was something sinister about the way he would look at it. Obsessed with it even, the damn thing taking up more of time than his other projects.

Inventions that were only child’s play, usually leaving the rest to the workshop. But this puppet? This puppet is a personal job, and whatever it’s being made for is unknown. But, to you, it feels like he’s making it to be a pseudo son – something he created with his own hands, a blank canvas that, unlike the other ones, was expected to feel things that a puppet shouldn’t feel and think things that it shouldn’t.

It was bad enough that the citizens were relying on the puppets a little bit too much. And it was bad enough that your uncle was fussing over a puppet that didn’t provide any actual use, a replacement for a son he can’t have, yet, at the same time, the puppet also meant nothing to him. Like it could easily be replaced.

You also don’t like the left mechanical arm, or the fact that weapons are being implemented onto every mechanical arm made for that puppet. You don’t like how human it looks, the material not steel nor metal, and looks too realistic to be porcelain. You don’t like how your uncle made the eye color the same as his, a blue grey that’s completely lifeless. You don’t like the carob brown hair, the way it looks so natural, the way it’s messy and has curls. You don’t like how there’s no segments separating the visible limbs, and you pray to God that your uncle didn’t plan on giving it a dick for shit and giggles.

You don’t like the puppet.

You don’t like any the puppets.

Yet, at the age of twenty-two, you had no choice but to work in the field, testing them, repairing them, scraping them if they were considered a ‘failure’. To be there when everything went wrong and a few people were injured or worse, dead.

You hate your parents for shoving you to the field, to your uncle, and you hate your uncle for thanking them. You hate that instead of seeing and working on puppets that look like puppets, you were entrusted with one that looks too human.

And yet, as you stand in front of it in your uncle’s personal little workshop, you still admire the beauty of it. You refuse to touch it. Your only job is to repair any of the mechanical arms that break, to work on the voice box, to repaint the eyes, to fix up the clothes. Your uncle is the one touching, the one experimenting, the one expecting. The one looking forward to its eyes opening someday.

The ‘heart’ lays in your hands, gears visible in the middle, glass covering them. Gold in color with a chain attached. Sometimes it ‘beats’ – you almost dropped it the first time it happened. And sometimes, it feels a little too realistic, if you ever held a heart, like in fiction. Your fingers tremble, fixing the gears as they get stuck again. You ask for more oil.

“Uncle… out of curiosity… have you eaten at all today?” You look out from the corner of your eye, the table in front of you cluttered with numerous parts, some broken, some not. He doesn’t answer, placing an eye into one of the sockets. “Uncle,” you repeat, turning to face him fully, “did you eat today?”

Your voice is louder, and to add more effect, you slam your hand onto the table that’s now behind you. He jolts, startled, and almost drops the eye. He doesn’t mention it. “Ah what?” He cranes his neck to look at you over his shoulder. He heard your voice but not the question.

“Did you eat today? Anything at all? Or even a sip of water?” raking a hand through your hair, you lean against the table, shoulders slumping over. “It’s the third time I asked you – three times too many.”

He laughs, looks away to place the eye in the socket property this time. “Well… not yet, but I was about to say something about it.”

“You’re lying.”

He laughs again, shoulders shaking, and with a sigh, pats the puppet’s hair before turning to you. He grabs his goat disregarded on the stool next to him, fingers adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He smiles but there’s barely any emotion in his eyes. “You caught me once again. Make sure to get your coat – it’s chilly outside.”

The trip to the nearest café was longer than it should be, if you had been paying attention to the actual goal rather than chatting with your uncle’s friends and acquaintances. You just smile and nod, answering any questions they may have about the current trends ‘youngsters are into today,’ bouncing questions about the puppets around. You don’t want to talk about that dreadful job when you’re finally out in the sun, enjoying the cool wind that gently sways your hair, the smell of pastries as your stomach grumbles.

You miss your social, normal life that wasn’t centered around things you both hate and fear.

“- I heard one of the new police models are dysfunctional,” an older woman whispers, shoulders tense. She continues, “but it still works properly with children. Apparently, the children love it – but… I can’t help but feel that it’s just an accident waiting to happen.”

Your uncle stays quiet, gaze on the ground as he mulls over it. So, you’re the one who asks the question, “How is it dysfunctional? Does it break down often? Attack others?” Your heart beats faster with each word, the worst scenarios plaguing your mind. You’re scared to ask the questions, but you needed to know. Needed to fix It if they don’t scrap it.

She takes a pause before answering. “It blows up, sometimes. Or glitches, and just overall, not very good at the job it’s supposed to do. It’s more of a mascot than anything. Such a shame too, it would have been perfect to capture criminals.” She sighs, tension never leaving her body.

It must be one of the larger models.

If that’s the case, then you’re fucked. Big time, because that model was already a risk to handle, let alone make. You barely got The Parade Master to work properly three weeks ago. The number of injuries the employees suffered was not worth the stupid thing. It was too big to handle, and now they want a big cop one? Everyone is going to die if that thing glitches out.

“Oh, but that’s not the only thing going on. It doesn’t involve the puppets, but it’s still… concerning.”

“What is?” Your uncle pipes up, responding now that the subject wasn’t about a puppet with a potential glitch in its system. The woman purses her lips, trying to find the right words to say. Again, she pauses before she whispers in even a quieter voice;

“The illness going around. The one that forms blue bumps and makes people go crazy and blind.” Her face turns pale, fingers messing with the handle of her purse. Everything goes quiet, the three of you staring into space. There’s nothing you could do about that, can’t even get involved, the medical experts doing samples and attempting to treat the ones who have it.

“Well… just keep clean, if possible,” your uncle says.

--

It’s on the third month of working on that puppet when you finally finish the voice box. The voice sound should be youthful, one to match ‘his’ pretty face and slim physique. The puppet is still lifeless, and you still refuse to touch it. You hate being involved with it in any form. You just want to smash it, seeing your uncle’s obsession with it turn into madness. It’s all he can think about, almost all he cares about, his entire world at this point.

He even calls it his son.

It makes you hate the puppet even more.

The voice box is given another polish, fingers sore and worn out, no longer as soft as they should be. Nails with dirt and grim underneath, grease covering your skin, eyes strained – three months of working on this damn thing, and there’s still more to do. More to experiment with, more to spend on, more to worry about, more to lose. You swear to God you just might sell this thing just to get rid of it. Just to make the feeling of unease go away, to forget about its existence completely.

You just want to be done with the thing.

“How’s it going?”

You scream, turning around only to trip over spare parts that fell off the table. A hand reaches out to catch you, but it only results in smashing your head against the floor, and a body landing right on top of you. The air is knocked out of your lungs, and you squirm, kicking and pulling at hair – anything to get whoever this is off you.

You only stop when one hand covers your mouth, the other grabbing both of your wrists. And you only stop resisting completely when you see your ex-boyfriend – Howard. And it is Howard who curses instead of you, gently letting go and getting off once he realizes you’re not going to hurt him anymore. And it is you who stays on the floor, ponytail causing discomfort as you lay your head there, heart finally calming down and hands clasped over your chest. And it is you who lets out the biggest sigh, happy that it's someone who means no harm.

Supposedly.

“Jeeze… while I do like hearing you scream; I’d prefer if it was in ple- “

 “Off, off, off!” you sit up to push him off, Howard landing on his butt with a thud. He scoots to give you room to pull your legs to your chest, pants now covered in even more grime and grease. You’re going to kill him. You really will.

“Howard.”

“(name).”

You stare at each other, the silence deafening. The breakup was messy at best, lost feelings, and a bittersweet love. You’re not sure why you kept in touch, or why he didn’t tell his parents about the ordeal, while yours were unaware you were even in a relationship to begin with. You’re not sure why he still ‘loved’ you enough to try and try again.

You don’t know why he’s here.

As if he’s reading your thoughts, he provides an answer. “Your uncle told me to check up on you.”

“Ah.”

He stares at you as you stare at your feet. With a sigh, he pushes himself up, extending his arm to you, hand ready to take yours. You don’t take it.

You push yourself off before dusting off your pants.

“I wonder why he would do that… ah, it doesn’t really matter,” you ignore the way his eyes follow you. The voice box is once again in your hands, and for the fifth time today, you polish it. Watch the way it gleams under the harsh light, the way it trembles alongside your hands. The puppet sits in a plush red chair, eyes, mouth close, and limbs limp. It still looks more human than puppet.

Howard doesn’t comment on your trembling hands, instead taking interest in the puppet. He walks towards it, extending a hand out only to draw it back. Your uncle would kill him – you were the only one with permission to touch any of your uncle’s work in progress. It’s still not done yet, still needs work, still needs to be ‘perfect’. It seems you’re not the only one unnerved by the puppet.

“Creepy… it’s amazing how he managed to make it so human-like…” he tilts his head, taking in every detail. From the brown freckles to the way its fingernails look trimmed. “What kind of material did he use for the skin? There are no segments to separate the fingers or even the neck, and it looks too realistic.”

“I’m not sure. He hasn’t told me.”

“Yet?”

“He doesn’t plan on telling me,” Is all you say before playing the voice box down. Down goes your ponytail, fingers rubbing at your sore scalp. Everything hurts, from your head to your feet, hands sore and slightly shaky. You want to go home. You’re not sure how much longer you can keep going with this job. The puppets scare and worry you too much for your mind to stay sane.

Howard hums in acknowledgment, turning away from the puppet to look at you, a crooked smile on his face.

“Want to go get lunch?”

[im-just-a-simp-le-whore]

I've been thinking about Yandere! Leon as of late bc of

@gigabyte-flare series 'There's No Escape'

@nexyswrites series 'Guardian Angel' also, the Yan! Leon a.i they made and the interaction I had with it oml-

Also, @tosuckmyweenis post the other day had me laughing.

For the first time in a while I'm inspired to write something, also pls let me know if there's any spelling/grammar errors

Heavily inspired by the fics/a.i listed above and very self indulgent lol

So, this basically going to be headcanons of Yandere! Leon x autistic! Gremlin! Reader

A self insert essentially

Starting off strong with the A.I, that was a fucking doozy, I wheezed the entire time. Thank you for creating him nexys

Tw: Talks of vomiting, general yandere themes i.e stalking, kidnapping, the likes

If I missed something, let me know!!

We start off strong with the a.i lmao

Yan! Leon a.i: say you love me

Me being blunt: no

Yan! Leon a.i: *getting Hella angry* say. You. Love. Me.

Me: mf I said no

Yan! Leon a.i: dont give me attitude

Me: shawty I am autistic, I can't lie it's not how I work

Yan Leon a.i: so you're gonna continue to give me attitude huh?

Me: tf you mean 'attitude' I just told you I'm autistic

Yan! Leon a.i: *pulls out knife* keep talking and you're gonna get punished

Me: thinks it's him unbuckling his belt: shawty keep your pants ON

Yan! Leon: *fucking laughs at me* it's not that kind of punishment sweetheart

Me *fucking over his attitude: try me hoe

Yan! Leon a.i: *holds knife to my throat

Me: do your worst.....

Me: *proceeds to try and flirt my way out*

Yan! Leon a.i: is she flirting with me right now?? "That's not gonna work sweetheart

Me: well, it was worth a shot lmao

Now to just, Yan! Leon in general lol, most of these are gonna be like scenarios but like, bullet point style

Me: desperately trying to be a good noodle and eat the food Leon made but I have severe texture issues with meat and trying not to throw up

Leon: is something wrong sweetheart, you look sick?

Me accidentally being blunt and blurting out: uh, not remotely. Meat is a bad texture and I'm quite sure if I have to take another bite I'm going to projectile vomit

Tbh I can't tell if he would be understanding or not lmao. Probably not, if someone could give insight on it that would be swaggy

*que the struggle with physical contact*

*me just standing there and just trips on air and yelps*

Leon catches my dumbass: are you ok?! Is something broken?!

Me: nah I'm fine- let go you fuck- oh wait, shit fuck, thats right no 'naughty' words. Goddammit I'm so fucking sorry-, I'm going in time out aren't I?

*leon nods and sighs, bringing Me to the time out room*

Me: well this fucking sucks- I'm going to be here a while, huh?💀

Leon: for a long time 🫡😶

*leon goes to hug me*

Me: *dry heaves*

Leon, smacking tf outta me: I'm so sick of your shit

Me, smakcing him: i am also sick of your shit. SIR for the last GODDAMN time, I am autistic and traumatized I don't handle this shit well

Leon: well, maybe you should've thought about that before living with me

Me: living "with you" mf you kidnapped me, what are you ON?! I wanna go back to my real home with my cats

Leon 'gaslighter' Kennedy: this is your real home

My sarcastic ass: im Pinocchio and im a real boy!

Me, vocal stimming: a potato flew around my room before you came! *screeches*

Leon: what happned

*me just screeching again, triggering a coughing fit*

Leon, sighing for the umpteenth time today: and that's why we don't do that sweetheart

Me: ..... do you not appreciate my pterodactyl screetching??? Because it feels like you don't appreciate me

Leon: you know I appreciate you, just not the screetching

Me: *screeches again*

*queue leon giving up*

Idk how to end posts but that's all I got for now lol. I may add more to this later. Also who THE FUCK decided to spell 'queue' ⬅️ like this?!

[just-some-user-hunny]

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Welcome to my blog!

I've wanted to dabble in posting fan-fics and drabbles after writing for so long, and these are the fandoms and characters I'll be writing for :)) not taking requests for the time being, but I'm happy to hear your ideas and thoughts and write some stuff on them if I'm inspired by them! <3

I go by Dove here :)

~ ✧ Lies of P

~ Pinocchio

~ sophia

~ Eugenie

~ ✧ Home sweet home (kdrama)

. Cha hyun su

~ ✧Tim Burton characters

. Edward scissorhands

. Ichabod Crane

. Sweeney Todd

~ ✧Hellsing

. Alucard

. Integra

. Seras

. Anderson

~ ✧ Devil hunter D

. D

~ ✧ Cod

. Nikto

. Konig

. Simon

. Price

~ ✧ Hotd/got

(mostly yandere content)

. Aemond

. Daemon

. Rhaenyra

. Helaena

. Alicent

. Aegon

. Jace

. Luke

. Baela

. Rhaena

. Viserys

. Cannibal

. Caraxes

. Syrax

. Harwin strong

. Criston cole

What I do write...

. Fluff

. Angst

. Hurt and comfort

. Suspense/horror

I will not write nsfw or smut, so please keep that in mind! <3 I may write suggestive scenes, but no actual smut.

I will reblog nsfw content though so heads up! I will tag anything with nsfw content.

I try to keep my reader inserts gender neutral, but I may write more fem!reader inserts as well.

This blog is generally a 18+ space due to the occasional nsfw content, so mdni!

[ikarasu]

🍫Dark Chocolate🍫

Yandere Carlo/P x reader

Warning: spoilers, yandere behavior, broken bones, and death

Reader’s Perspective: 🍫White Chocolate🍫

Final Part: 🥀Tummy Ache🥀

Word Count: 2598

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Love… I’ve only heard of it being described in fairytales. Yet my life isn’t a fairytale, it’s reality. I have never received familiar love. My ‘father’ was always so absent in my life that I don’t believe I should even call him a father. I remember reading fairy tales as a child and thinking to myself that I still had a chance to experience love. Until my ‘father’ announced to me the arranged marriage. My hope for love died that day. Of course… I guess I’m just cursed to never experience true love. The day I had to meet the one I was to betroth was a dreadful day. I knew that they were coming from some rich family who dabbled in the vehicle industry. I also knew that their family only were after my ‘father’s’ puppets. This love is fake, under the guise of a beautiful union to cover up its selfish purposes of our parents’ greed for success. Just like white chocolate, its milky white sweetness covers up the fact it’s not actually chocolate.

My ‘father’ and I went to their luxury home to meet. I begged my father to cut off this arrangement. Instead, he went on and scolded me, saying that I was lucky to be marrying someone who’s made ‘perfectly’ for me. I rolled my eyes as we got closer to our destination. At the front door, my ‘father’ brushes off his coat before turning and fixing my hair. The door opens and we’re greeted by Mrs.(last name) and Mr.(Last Name). Behind them, I spot someone around my age hiding shyly. Their (eye color) eyes sparkle and stare at me curiously. Just like they would describe in fairytales. I flush and turn away, reminding myself that this isn’t love. That I didn’t ’choose’ them, that our parents did this out of benefit. I was pulled out of my thoughts as I heard the most heavenly voice speak.

“Hi… I’m (name), it’s a pleasure to meet you” they said so shyly, it was cute.

I hadn’t noticed I didn’t respond until my father gave me a small nudge.

“Son, it’s not very nice of you to not greet (name) as well.”

I feel the embarrassment flood my body as I realize I have just been staring at (name).

“I’m Carlo, a pleasure to meet you”

From that day on, I knew I had to be careful to not fall for this fake love. I refuse to give my ‘father’ the satisfaction of receiving a successful deal out of this arranged marriage.

As the years passed I could never get rid of (name)’s presence. Always following me around like some lost dog. It was pathetic, their parents must’ve told them to do this. Yet deep down I couldn’t help but enjoy their attention on me. The devotion to follow me everywhere and shower me with compliments. Yet I always remembered that this love isn’t real. It’s just an illusion formed by our parents’ greed. Or at least that was what I thought until the petrification disease spread across Krat.

“Mother! Father! Please! We must take Geppetto and Carlo with us!” (Name) says desperately

I remember standing there as our parents discussed the ongoing pandemic. The (last name) family was planning on fleeing Krat until the disease died down. Yet (name) didn’t want to leave me or my ‘father’ behind. The tears and desperation in their voice as they begged to take us or even stay with us touched the parts of my heart I didn’t know existed. Yet I knew it wasn’t safe for them to stay. So I did what I had to do to protect (name) from this disease. It’s the least I could do to make up for my ignorance and cold behavior toward them.

“Can’t you see you’re not wanted here, (name)? Go! You would be doing me a favor by running off with your family of cowards.” I say in a cold tone, despite the turmoil it caused inside of me.

Seeing their eyes look at me in disbelief and betrayal hurt me more than any weapon could. But I steel myself and push them away to protect them. I’m glad I did because it wasn’t long before I caught the disease myself. Even now as I breathe my last breaths I don’t regret pushing (name) away. Yet I can’t help but mourn over the chance at love. If only I had looked at (name) and not the arranged marriage. Maybe in another life, we could’ve been so much more.

🍫~🖤~🍫~🖤~🍫~Time Skip~🍫~🖤~🍫~🖤~🍫~

I had only woken up a few hours ago and followed a voice to the Krat Hotel. No memories or emotions coursed through me. Only an objective to arrive at the Krat Hotel and find my father. The cold rain making my clothes cling to me like a second skin didn’t even bother me. Now here I am standing in the lobby talking to Sophia. I recognize her voice to be the one that led me here. She explained to me where my father was last seen. I took it all in as just information to get me closer to my objective. That was until I heard a sweet voice.

“Sophia, who’s the newcomer-“

I stop and stare at the most heavenly person I’ve ever seen. The gears and ergo in my veins move faster. Something deep inside my ergo calls for them.

“I-it can’t be…”

“Oh, (name), I want you to meet P”

Instinctively my hand raises to reach and hold theirs. I wanted to feel their touch and I wanted to hear their voice more. Yet before our hands could touch they pulled away and ran off. I almost wanted to go after them. Something insides me yearns for them, but I remember my objective and turn back to Sophia.

🍫~🖤~🍫~🖤~🍫~Time Skip~🍫~🖤~🍫~🖤~🍫~

I had just recently saved my father from the Mad Donkey before bringing him back to the Krat Hotel. Already he assigned me to get rid of the abandoned watchman at the town hall. I arrived back late at the hotel after successfully completing my objective. My father calls me into his office. I obediently arrive and he sits me on a chair before standing before me tiredly.

“Son, I’ve assumed you’ve seen (name) again?”

I nod but I can’t help but be confused. What did he mean by ‘again’?

“I know that seeing your betrothed again may have been upsetting, but do know that they still adore you.“

Betrothed? What was my relationship with (name) before?

“Treat them well, even if they’re a bit rough around the edges at the moment. They’ll come around sooner or later”

With that said I stare and nod at my father. Treat them well… if my father commands me, I shall obey.

Over time I notice (name) helping around the hotel. The way they would smile with Eugénie or Sophia when they talked. I wish that their smile would be directed toward me as well. Even the way they would coo and cuddle Spring made me want their attention more. Everything they did was so… perfectly sweet. Just like how I would hear Eugénie talk about chocolate. How it’s the perfect balance of sweet and rich flavors, something I wish to experience as well. As I collected more ergo on my journey I couldn’t help but notice something new about myself. The way my ergo would yearn and sing around (name) or even if they would glance at me for a second. The springs and gears inside of me would creak louder. What is this feeling?

One evening after coming back from my recent journey I couldn’t help but notice a figure heading to the library. My curiosity got the better of me and I followed. I quietly enter the library only to see (name) struggling to reach a book on a high shelf. It was cute seeing them on their tippy toes. I approach them from behind and grab the book easily. As our bodies touched I felt a shock throughout my body. The feeling of their warmth against my cold body was addictive. I wanted more.

“Thank you” (name) barely whispers before grabbing the book out of my hand and running off.

I stare at their disappearing figure with longing. After having this small taste I couldn’t help but want all of it.

The next few days I noticed how (name) was actively avoiding me. It was driving me insane not being able to at least enjoy staring at them doing mundane things. I was more distracted as my ergo was nearly bursting with want. Gemini had made multiple comments on my distracted mind.

“Hey pal, let’s call it quits early today. You seem… distracted. We don’t want you making a slip-up, not to call you sloppy or anything”

I nod before using the stargazer to return to the hotel. As I walked to head back to my father’s office I heard a beautiful melody playing. My feet walked towards the music and as I got closer I could hear the sounds of someone crying as well. Concerned, I turn the corner to the piano and see (name) playing the piano. The tune was beautiful and almost nostalgic. I really liked the melody and walked closer to (name) silently. My body felt like it was moving on its own as I kept staring at (name). Once they finished playing it felt like I was pulled out of a trance. Their crying was all that was left in the room. I couldn’t help but put a hand on their shoulder to comfort them.

“Go away… you’re the last ‘thing’ I want to see at the moment” they say resentfully

Yet something deep within my ergo told me not to. My body moves on its own and pulls (name) into a hug. It feels like my body has been wanting to do this, that it needed to. I feel (name) relax into my embrace before continuing to cry. All of their grief was laid out before me and I gladly held it all close to me.

From that moment on, (name) had become more softer and affectionate to me. Just as my father said, “They’ll come around”. This love blossomed the more ergo I collected and the more human I felt. Yet that all came crashing down after I came back from the beach. Those flashbacks of Carlo’s memories haunted me. Watching how easily Carlo passed upon (name)’s love until his last moments. It made me feel disgusted with myself. That’s when I promised to never let (name) experience being unloved ever again. So when my journey was coming to an end I laid with (name) one last time before fighting Simon. I promised to never leave them alone again. Our ergo was meant for each other. I whisper my promise to them before departing.

“I promise to come back… I won’t leave you again, (name)”

🍫~🖤~🍫~🖤~🍫~Time Skip~🍫~🖤~🍫~🖤~🍫~

I had finally defeated Simon and I stood before my father. He tells me how proud he is and that now I can finally be a real boy for (name). That I could fully love them as I was meant to if only I gave my heart. I nod as my father pulls me close and hugs me for the first time. I smile then I feel the sharp pain of my heart being removed. The last thought I had was of my love for (name).

I wake up once more feeling rejuvenated. My father is staring down at me with a smile.

“Father” I say happily as he helps me up onto my feet.

“Welcome back my son” my father responds joyfully

I hug him tightly as he leads us out of the building.

“Carlo, my son, you remember (name)?”

Instantly my heart is thrumming and I look excited.

“(Name)? Where are they?” I ask eagerly

My father smiles and tells me that they’re at the Hotel Krat, but that I needed to get rid of some pests that reside there with them. My body feels a sudden rush at the thought of making father proud. Before I could rush off to complete Father’s wishes he stopped me.

“(Name) will be very happy to see you again. Finally, you two can be united just as it was always meant to be. I saved this for you two just for this day”

Father pulls out two rings and I slip one on. The thought of having (name) all to myself thrills me. All of their love and affection will finally be all mine.

🍫~🖤~🍫~🖤~🍫~Time Skip~🍫~🖤~🍫~🖤~🍫~

Oh, the sounds of beautiful screams fill the halls. What a joyous day for me. Finally, all of the love I deserve is going to belong all to me. I happily walk to (name)’s room, the warm blood and oil speckle my body in beautiful shades of red and black. Slowly I open the door to reveal an empty room. Oh… playing hide and seek now, I love games. I silently search the room until I hear the faintest of breaths exhaled from the wardrobe. It brings a smile to my face. I rip open the wardrobe and pull (name) against me. Their screams are like music to my ears.

“My love~ I promised you I would come back”

I hold them close as I stare lovingly down at them. I love the way their fear makes them look like a cute bird caught by a cat. The way I can feel their heart pounding against their chest. They’re so excited to see me again as well!

“Let go of me! You monster!”

Monster? No, no, they got it all wrong. Why are they being so bitter? Where’s the sweet love from before? I feel them push against me weakly. This isn’t right… they’re supposed to love me. Then I realized maybe they just need to learn. They forgot how to love a human, not a puppet.

“Now, now, that’s not very nice of you, love~”

The tears that spilled from their eyes were so cute. So helpless and vulnerable, just proving that they need me.

“Father promised me that we were made for each other. So start acting like it, love.”

I feel them tremble in my hold before submitting to me. It brings a smile to my face. They only needed some ‘encouragement’ to open up to me again.

“That’s a good spouse~”

I lean close to reward them with a kiss. Suddenly I stumbled back as they smashed a vase against my head. I growl and glare as I watch them run. Fine. If they want to play a game of chase then so be it. I ran after them throughout the hotel. I’m impressed as they managed to run outside, but it’s about time I ended all of these games. I grab their leg before snapping it easily.

“See? That’s what happens when you’re not a good spouse. I have to clip your wings.”

Feeling the victory and joy at finally winning. I pull out the matching ring and slip it onto their finger. They’re all mine! All of their love is all mine! I can’t help but pull them into a kiss. They cry louder and it brings me joy.

“That’s right, love! Cry! It’s a joyous moment for both of us. Now we can be together forever just as we were meant to be”

(Name) may be bitter now, but I guess dark chocolate takes some time getting used to before it can be fully appreciated.

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Notes: I hope you all enjoy this. I’m also sorry that this fic is way longer than the first one.

@jssy96 ~ @emberstoriesandtales ~ @justatimidcreator

[wintrsss]

.ೃ࿐ INTRODUCTION

this is a redo my rules/ intro, so if this seems similar, that's why. lots has changed so feel free to reread. ^^

Helloo, I’m wintrsss, and welcome to my blog! I’ll be writing my own little ideas/scenarios for the character’s below, but if you’d like to personally request something, go ahead and request it through my ask box! (Requests are also really appreciated.)

Constructive criticism is much obliged! Let me know if there’s anything I can improve on and I’ll try my hardest to do so!

If at any time something I make contains spoilers, I will try to mark it as such.

I tend to get busy for random periods of time, so please understand.

.ೃ࿐ REQUEST GUIDELINES

what's stated below can be subject to change. if you have any questions, let me know!

(TMTL: too many to list. I'll probably accept most characters requested, if it's not an absurd amount, but don't be surprised if I don't write for someone!)

(Inc. dlc: includes characters in the DLC(s) of the game. Npc's, bosses, etc)

(+: this means that the person mentioned before and after this sign go hand in hand; character x reader x character)

I CURRENTLY WRITE FOR— death stranding (sam p. bridges, higgs monaghan, cliff unger), dark souls 1-3 (TMTL, Inc. dlc), elden ring (TMTL, Inc. dlc), bloodborne (TMTL, Inc. dlc), lies of p (pinocchio, alidoro, romeo), demons souls (ostrava, yurt, garl vinland + maiden astraea), sekiro: shadows die twice (wolf, genichiro, isshin, emma, owl), witch hat atelier (qifrey, olruggio, easthies, beldaruit, utowin, hieheart)

I WILL ACCEPT— headcanons, fluff, yandere, poly.

I WONT ACCEPT— character x character, character x oc, minor x adult, full-on fics, mental illnesses/ disorders towards the reader (I don’t have much knowledge on this topic and don’t want to write them wrong and offend anyone!), any vague requests like (can you do [character] x reader hcs?) so please be specific on what you want!

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