#yandere prom queen

[admiration-obsession]

Masterlist

<3 Sara Silvers

meet your darling prom queen!

<3 Incredible!

meet your personal superhero!

<3 Isaac Barclay

meet your student council president!

[shctupmeg]

Contemplating making another AU meg. Not exactly an evil meg verse but she'd only be different by who the object of her affection is. Being a regular morty rather than an evil morty. She'd still be obsessive and have the same violent and murderous yandere tendencies.

I like the idea of morty being in the dark about her true nature for awhile. They do end up dating and I'm thinking he falls in love with her and just realizes too late how fucked up she is. Similar to how things went down with planetina. So I guess I would call this yandere verse meg. She's so similar to evil meg and they'd probably get along tbh.

[screeching-bunny]

ugghhh we need more of the yan cheerleader 😣

Yandere! Cheerleader pt.2

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

Pt.1

Yandere! Cheerleader was a mess right now. There are three weeks left till prom and you haven’t asked her out yet. Sure, she had a lot of people ask her out already. Also, yes she’s rejected them all but in comparison to you, they meant nothing. Now logically speaking it would just be smarter and easier if she asked to go with you herself but her pride wouldn’t allow that to happen.

I mean come on, her? The queen bee of the school asking some rando to prom? Get real! She needs to be treated as special and besides if you won’t ask her out she’ll make sure no else would go with you. Everyday before school, she made sure to do herself up and make sure she looked perfect for you. So that you could be transfixed with her and finally ask her out to be your date. When in class, most of her attention was on you, waiting for the moment that you’ll finally approach her and she’ll graciously agree.

You just have to, there is no way you wouldn’t. Everyone in school is just dying to have a chance at being with her. This is considered an honor. In a heartbeat would she accept any invitation or request that you send her way. So you should do the same, obviously. She couldn’t wait for everyone to send envious stares as a dream couple is formed right in front of their eyes.

Currently, Yandere! Cheerleader was spacing out during class and waiting for the bell to finally ring. Today was the day that the two of you agreed to hang out at the movies together. It was as friends of course but Yandere! Cheerleader deluded herself into thinking that it was like a date and that you were too shy to admit it. Hearing the sound of the final bell, she quickly packs up her stuff and gets ready to leave. She just couldn’t wait to go on this “date” with you. Maybe this is the day that you’ll ask her to go to prom with you?! It would just be so perfect and romantic. Something that she could brag about to all her “friends”.

As she made her way towards the door, one of her minions called out to her, “We should totally hang out together today, it’d be fun!” Rolling her eyes, she made her way outside of the classroom. She was not ready to deal with them. Don’t they know about the important matters that she has today? Soon, she finally made it to your designated meeting spot which was right outside of school. She waited for a couple minutes, then some more, and then some more. Where on Earth were you?! You couldn’t have ditched her right?! The most popular and prettiest girl in school? There was just no way. She spam texted you but there was no reply.

Getting tired of this she decided to just find you herself. Scouring the school she eventually finds you near the garden club and the sight she saw made her heart freeze. Right in front of her stood the scene of a boy asking you out to prom. She could not believe it. She was seething red and clenched her fist so hard in her skin that her nails left marks. In her head she preyed and chanted that you would reject him. Watching from the corner she could hear her heart pounding as you started to give your answer. Thankfully her prayer was answered when you politely declined his invitation and she breathed a sigh of relief. However, she’ll definitely have to deal with the dude later for trying to steal what’s hers!

As you made your way to leave she decided to act natural and approach you. “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you! Are we going to the movies or not?!” You apologized for being late and making her wait for you. You guys then started to go to her car and hop in. It took a couple of minutes to arrive at the movie theater and Yandere! Cheerleader’s thoughts were preoccupied. What would she have done if you actually accepted that guy's feelings? She’s never thought about this before but what if she loses you to someone else? No matter what, she has to push back her pride and ask you herself before it’s too late.

When the both of you arrive at the theater, Yandere! Cheerleader order basically orders everything on the snack list. By the time that she’s done the poor workers are giving her dirty looks and look like they want to die. She forces all the workers to carry them to your seated area and soon the movie starts. The entire time her eyes weren’t on the movie but on yours. She wanted to see and witness every reaction that you had. If anything, that was more entertaining than any dumb old movie. In her head the only thing that she could think of was the word “cute”.

After the movie, Yandere! Cheerleader decided to bring you somewhere. Her secret spot on top of a mountain that she liked to hang out on. If you didn’t know any better than you would have thought that she was taking you to a secluded area to murder you. It was a beautiful little area and the both of you decided to spend your time star gazing. Moments like this are times that she longs for. No one bothering the two of you and just basking in each other's presence. The very sight of your illuminated face due to the moonlight makes her all giddy on the inside. Nothing could take away from this moment, everything was perfect. Deciding that this was the time, she gets up and opens her mouth saying,

“I’ve liked you for a while now. You created emotions in me that I never knew existed. Won’t you please be mine and go to the prom with me?”

[ruru-bean]

murder drones OC

Tyler Trent

shy boy

GAY! HOMOSEXUAL!!

fav color: green

-kinda kinky/ slutty/ horny/ XXX-

crush: Thad

blushes a lot

DRAG QUEEN!!! loves dresses and dress making

VERY YANDERE……sometimes :)

I will have a murder drone series but it’s gonna be based on episode 1 to the camp or prom episode because I’m rewatching murder drones because I forgot what episode I was on

fanart: yes, you can make fan art of him or ship him with your OC just make sure to tag me so I can like the post

[despair-edits]

Can I have a Gou/Sotsu arc Satoko Hojo ( Higurashi) x Ange ushiromiya moodboard ( Umineko) with themes of letters traps playing along with pranks childhood romance being a carrie-esque prom Queen complete with murder and being mutual yanderes for each other?

Mod Tsumugi

[yanderelmk]

Can we get more collage au writing? I liked you idea about a npc trying to flirt or having a crush on the darling and a group of yanderes are just death glaring them from behind

-🤡 clownin anon

CW: Murder Peng had kept a firm hold on the goings-on at this weird learning institution. Any rivals were dealt with quietly and discreetly, with the only hint of something amiss being empty seats in some classes. He'd been trying to think of a sure-fire way to catch his darling's eye when a sudden announcement had been made by The Principal: There was to be something called a "prom". Perusing the library informed Peng that a "prom" was basically a popularity contest among the students. The winner of this contest would be crowned King, Queen, or Monarch and their date crowned as well. Upon reading this, an evil grin spread across Peng's beak. They tried the peaceable option first, simply threatening students in hidden locations while outwardly doing more work for each of the student organizations. However, despite his efforts, a month before this "prom" Peng heard only talk of another student...a student who, he realized, had been getting a bit too close to Y/N. The second he learned of this, he was filled with fury. This had to be the bidding of that damned Principal, she always would try sneaky ways to steal victory out of Peng's talons.

Peng would not allow this. Their plan was simple. He asked the student to meet him at the roof of the school after hours under the pretext of needing help studying. Once the student arrived, Peng had been leaning against the railing. After chatting for a bit, he suddenly looked over his shoulder and up, with widened eyes exclaiming, "What in the heavens is that?!" When the student turned to look, they gripped her by the shoulders and fell backwards, making sure the student would hit the ground with him landing on top of her, letting her head crack open on the courtyard below. Hiding his evil grin, Peng felt his head. Bleeding...good, that was good. Knowing this would hurt, he let both of his golden wings unfurl and flew upwards to be level with the roof before letting himself fall backwards, letting out an eagle screech before impacting the ground, alerting both staff and students... ...the tragic accident would be the talk of the school for weeks, all leading up to the prom. Moved by the tragic story of Peng trying desperately to catch his fellow classmate before she hit the ground but jumping too late to reach her, the student body all clapped and cheered when the silver crown proclaimed them Prom King. And at his side, Y/N, who had faithfully helped Peng during their oh-so-painful recovery. As he was showered with the adulation of mindless student sheep, one thought crossed Peng's mind in savage pride:

Long live the King.

[eepy-sleepy-snoozer]

about me-

my name is kai

minor

in the united states

comfortable with any/all pronouns (except for it, please do not use it/its when referring to me)

lesbian, aroace

not sure about gender but i'm definitely not cis

got that dawg in me fr (audhd)

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i mostly just post about and reblog my interests, and those are-

marine life (more specifically jellyfish)

bugs

penguins

cats

various other critters

witchcraft and various witchy things

lgbtqia+ topics (rights, issues, petitions, etc.)

neurodivergent stuff

character/oc designs and making

the black phone

stranger things

the disastrous life of saiki k (kubokai 4ever)

yandere simulator, mostly the retelling written by @peachiime (you should check it out because it's really good and well thought out, plus kotohime is better than yandev)

the osemanverse, especially solitaire and radio silence

the sims 4

stardew valley (sambastian is 4ever, and haley is my fav bachelorette)

doki doki literature club

omori

danganronpa

stray

enstars

monster prom

road 96

the red strings club

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music that i like :>

mindless self indulgence

my chemical romance

pierce the veil

sleeping with sirens

the cure

molchat doma

ghost

paramore

slowdive

fallout boy

mitski

girl in red

the orion experience

tv girl

the smiths

queen

baby queen

the front bottoms

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dni list

nazis

racists

queerphobes

terfs

nsfw blogs

proshippers

pedos

yandev supporters

and all bigots in general

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idk i'm here to be silly and have fun xp

[godheadjones]

I don't know if ya still take request for the Ballad of Sara Berry but hear me out.

Yandere Sara Berry. The idea is that Julie actually asked if Sara was alright and was actually nice to Sara during the Queen voting and as a result Sara starts killing the other prom queen nominations so that Julie can win.

This Isn’t Love, This Is A Bloodbath - Chapter One

Sara watched as Julie rolled to the sink to wash her hands. “Really?” Sara shot. “You don’t see everyone giving my crown to you?”

“I do,” Julie sighed. “I do, Sara. And I’m so sorry about that.” 

Sara blinked. That made her pause. She didn’t hate Julie, not in the least. She just didn’t want to loose due to a pity vote. But Julie shouldn’t be apologizing, Sara thought. Julie didn’t have anything to be sorry for.

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read on ao3

fandom: 35mm: a musical exhibition

ship: sara berry x julie jenkins

chapters: 1/?

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

PROJECT: RAINBOW 

Drugfriend’s yandere fangirls 

Mission: Kill Sick Boyfriend

The Rainbow Fangirls 

Akani: Experiment 01

Psycho Knife Girl

Killed by Carin( Punishment for attempting to hurt sick boyfriend)Akani was placed into a torture chamber, getting cut by many swords thrown by the of Yuni, Then finally was put into the spike press to be crushed 

Cherlyn: Experiment 02

Ulitmate Hacker

Death: She accidentlly transferred herself into her phone while trying to get rid of all the memories of Sick boyfriend on Drugfriend’s phone, as she was trying to get out, Monika download a virus to weakened her and then deleted her from the existence only to be trapped into the file forever

Ririka: Experiment 03

Before: She had brown hair, freckles, zits and braces 

After: She got rid of her Braces,Got a facial, had plastic surgery and then dyed her hair blonde

Prom queen Killer

Death: She was about kill Sick boyfriend when all of a sudden, She saw her past,( Before she was reincarinated, She murdered the queen and then she framed her mother for it when she was a teen. She was a witch, She killed herself because she had no one left.) The villagers now realized that she is the real killer of the queen, she is now pointed out as a witch and then put her on stake where she would be burned for murder and being a witch, She was calling for help but Carin showed up and started firing missiles at her, Ririka was found in a pile of ashes with nothing but her skull. 

Lulu: Experiment 04

Emo Killer 

Backstory: Her mother is obsessed with perfection so she expected her daughter to be perfect as well, but when Lulu’s grades went low, her mother then went to harsher punishments like starving her, hitting her arm with a ruler or locking her in her room and making her study all day. Lulu ran away from home and was found by ???, She joined PROJECT:RAINBOW against her will because they threatened her to send her back to her mother, so she accepted. 

Death: Lulu fell from a 5-star hotel building when Nan used his power to stop her from killing sick boyfriend, she started having flashbacks of her mother saying she’s a disappointment, a disgrace and a failure. She fell straight to the ground flat and lost her breathing. 

Rita: Experiment 05

Sick Boyfriend’s Love Rival

High School Rival

Death: Sick Boyfriend brutally murdered her 

Cloven: Experiment 06

Talk show host 

A total flirt 

[admiration-obsession]

meet your darling prom queen,

Sara Silvers

<3 She's more than just the richest, hottest, smartest girl in school, she's the Queen, a title she's held for years now, being a senior.

<3 She knows what she wants and how to get it. Designer clothes, one too many free periods. Cheer captain and Student Council President. What she asks for, she gets handed to her with a smile or a flash of her cash.

<3 But something new came into her mind, invading and taking hold like an ever-catchy pop song on the radio. It was you, a cohort, a fellow student.

<3 Oh where had you been? She's adamant that you must be new. How could she not have seen you before? How could she be so unobservant and self absorbed? You've unlocked something in her and she never wants to let go of it.

<3 Of course she slides next to you in class. She glances at your name on your paper, writing it down in order to pay some geek to look up everything about you. She smiles and introduces herself jovially. How could she be unhappy in your presence? How could she want for anything else when you're beside her so.

<3 You admit to knowing who she is. And the rumors that surround her. How she bought her way onto clubs and committees. How she pays for people to do her work and how she hasn't had to do a single thing she doesn't want to do in her entire life.

<3 In all honesty, your words sting a bit, but her parents always told her the best things were painful: beauty, love, work. She would just have to work through it.

<3 And work through it she would. Scratch letting some pathetic freak looking into you and being touched like she has been. No, she knows what needs to be done: a total reputation rehaul in your eyes. Fix how you see her before making you hers to rule besides.

<3 She miles with determination. Sara's never had a goal like this. Everything's been handed to the Prom Queen, and there is a certain kind of rush in satisfaction, after all.

[thecittiverse]

It's Prom Night at Akademi High School and Megami is the one thing standing in Yandere-chan's way of Senpai as a date in issue #175 of my #YandereSimulator fan comic, Dank Midori. t was fun drawing all of the formal attire designs. Let me know which is your fav. Also, have fun with this one, shippers. I do not own Yandere Simulator, this is only a fan parody.

[heartfullofleeches]

Liar Liar

Yandere Final Girl x Slasher reader

Summary: After escaping an attack from the town serial killer, party girl Daina throws a get together to celebrate. Only, she made the whole thing up.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: blood/gore, violence, murder, slight emetophobia

“We’re here now with Ms. White, the alleged latest survivor in a series of recent murders by the serial killer known as Mercy Valentine, by locals. Any words you’d like to say to the press?”

“It was horrible... My… my boyfriend was killed when we were heading home after practice. I managed to get away after being attacked in the locker room, but he… he didn’t make it. I found him… bleeding there in the field. When I came back with police, he was gone.” 

“Are you aware of the rumors that it may be a copycat? There has never been any reports of a body being taken from the scene.”

“Believe me, I know who I saw that night…”

The video pauses; frozen on a frame of a young woman with tear stains running down her face. Said girl falls back on her bed; the worried praise of her friends falling at her side.

“You’re so brave, Daina.”

“I wouldn’t go anywhere after something like that.”

Daina-Grace White, or just Daina White depending on the crowd. Her parents thought their special little girl needed a special name, and that’s why she had been christened with a hyphenated first name. A star cheerleader in high school and track runner in her spare time. Everyone’s first pick for prom queen, and as the clip proclaimed; the most recent victim to the killer known as Mercy Valentine.

Mercy's preferred targets were those in pairs; one to take the blade, and the other to tell the tale. Couples were a frequent hit; earning them the latter part of their name – even if friend groups and families had fallen as well. The surviving party always had injuries such as scrapes and bruises, but the killer would turn and walk away before they became fatal. People speculated this was out of wanting to become some type of urban legend in the town, others some sort of guilt for their crimes. A few - believed it was on a level far deeper than that

Poor Diana and her boyfriend, Nathaniel, had been all alone on the night it happened. Scares out of their minds, one on the brink of death. It would have been a traumatic experience for the survivor and a terrible end for the one who died; had Nathaniel not gone missing the night prior. 

“Thanks, guys. Part of the reason I’m able to go on is because of the support of friends like you.”

It was rather easy to fake; especially with evidence practically placed on a silver platter for her. There had been talk around campus from his sister about him not returning home last night, and his car was found parked a couple streets away from her home. It was known to many that Nathaniel had the hots for Daina; even giving her his coat on a rainy day. With his phone conveniently placed in the passenger seat, and a slash to her arm; Daina was able to come up with a story that threw off most skeptics. 

Daina sits up, stretching away the worries of the day. “Let’s not focus on it for now. We have a party to get ready for!”

-

Most wouldn’t expect one to have a get together after the tragic death of their loved one, but Daina wasn’t like most people. She was a live in the moment type girl, and this moment was the prime of her youth. Plus, if anything were to happen, her father had given Daina her birthday present early. He really didn’t want to leave her alone after the ordeal, but duty calls. 

Snacks, sodas, and a punch bowl full of enough liquor to make someone forget the evening entirely sat on the kitchen counter. Living room lights were turned down low; and music played through speakers about the house. Every door and window had been left unlocked; just inviting the devil to play. She changes into something that’s easy to move around in, throwing her old top to a corner that lands on a mannequin she used to dress up when she was little.

“Sorry about that.” Daina giggles, tossing the clothing into its proper storage before heading back downstairs. 

-

8pm just minutes away, Daina hops on her couch and begins livestreaming to her social media of choice.

“Hey, everyone! Just getting the last couple things ready for tonight’s party. Times are tough, and we all need something to lighten the mood around this town.”

Comments pour in, only one catching her eye.

“Aren’t you worried about the danger?”

“Screw that! The killer supposedly never goes after the same victim twice, and even if they did come after me, I’ll just kick their ass like last time.”

She lifts up her arm, showing off her bandaged wrist while holding up her middle finger. Uncaring of the dangers of her actions; and whoever may come across the stream.

-

Eight o’clock finally hits, and the people begin to pour in. The party didn’t actually start until thirty minutes later, but there were always those who showed up early. Daina greets everyone with smiles and the occasional hug; pleasantries stopped when a certain individual walks through her door.

“Hey, Gracie… How you holding up?”

Mike was a quarterback for the school’s football team, and the best friend of the, supposedly, late, Nathaniel. He was the first to call Daina out on her claims; an allegation quickly shot down by their peers. In another life, the title of Mike's best friend belonged to her. A sweet girl, up until the beginning of high school, where her true colors began to come to light. The event that led to their falling out had been sweet under the rug due to only the two knowing of it; yet the scars were still there.

“Daina. What are you doing here, Mike?”

Mike stiffens, shuffling in his spot at the door. “I.. just want to bury the hatchet. We’re losing people left and right. For numerous reasons. It’s better to stick with each other than to hold grudges.”

Daina glares at him, but steps aside. “Alright, fine.” Mike starts to walk in, but she stops him again. “If you start anything, I’ll kill you myself. Do you understand?”

-

The party kicks up around nine. Young adults spilled across all floors of her house, and the backyard. A small group stands by the pool; two individuals holding the ankles of another hovering over a keg someone had bought. 

“27…28…”

Thomas taps the side of the container, the contents in his stomach slowly edging back to his throat. It relaxes as his friends put him down, but the way the world around him spins and the heaviest of his body tells him it won’t last long. He cheers along with the crowd; covering his hand over his mouth as he pushes through them all to head back inside. Passing the hostess, he weakly asks;

“Hey… where’s the bathroom?”

Daina points towards the stairs. “Second door on your left.”

With a brief thanks, he speeds up the stairs and to the bathroom. He barely makes it to the bowl before he begins to heave. The sound of his retching blocks out all other sounds; the cool night air on the back of his neck. Had he paid attention to the room for a second longer when he entered; he would have noticed that the window had been closed when he walked on.

Thomas flushes the toilet and stands on wobbly legs, walking over to the sink to wash out his mouth. He bends forward to splash water in his face. Through the waves, he spots something in the corner of the room. A shadow distinctive from the rest; its face a mix of white and pink.

“What the fu-"

Before he can continue, Thomas' face is slammed against the mirror; open eye pressed to the glass. He tries to flail around, but his actions are cut short by a blade to his neck. With a single slice, his throat is split; blood gurgling from the fresh wound and out the corners of his mouth. He slumps against the sink as the weight behind him vanishes; body twitching as it draws its last struggled breath.

-

“God damn it.”

Daina sighs in annoyance; shutting the lid of a pocket mirror her friend had leant her.

“What’s wrong, Daina?”

“My lipstick got smeared. I need to go put on some more.” Daina sets her cup on the nearby table; a ring of red lips around its ridge. She walks upstairs, pass the locked bathroom door, and heads into her room. She shuts an open drawer, and picks up a tube of lipstick to put it on – a scraping sound across the floor boards catching her ear.

“Hm?” She looks around, the only thing in her general field being that little mannequin she called a roommate. It rocked gently, wheels turned outward. Must’ve gotten hit when she entered the room. She smiles and places her arms over its shoulders.

“Hello, there. Were you trying to sneak up on me?”

The mannequin fails to reply; blank eyes staring back at her through the mask on its face. The arms of the coat draped over swaying as she turns around. Music thumping through the floorboards, she begins to dance with it as her partner. She places her head on its shoulder, swaying to the beat as she wraps her hands around its neck.

“I’m so glad that you’re with me…” She mutters.

Daina hums to herself; unaware of the crack in her closet door. The eyes that peer through. 

“Daina!”

She turns her head to the door; letting out a huff as he unlocks her arms from the doll and leaves the room in a hurry.

“Coming!”

As she leaves the closet’s doors handle rattles ever so gently; swinging outward as a figure creeps from the dark. Their eyes linger on the mannequin.. and the plastic that made up its face.

-

Downstairs; Daina is greeted by one of her friends – a worried look on their face. “Hey, Daina.. have you seen Thomas? I tried calling his phone, but he’s not answering, and his car is still outside.”

“I haven’t seen him all night. He’s probably wasted in my parents room or something….” Her eyes trail away as she spots something on the patio; the red bud of a cigarette and smoke clouds blown into the air.. “Hang on, I have to deal with this.” 

“But someone told me they saw you with…”

Daina pushes past them and storms outside. Mike stands outside; stare vacant and the nicotine stick between his lips. He doesn’t even look at her when she starts to go off.

“What the hell, Mike. I know it’s been years, but I told you not to smoke in here. If I find a single bud…”

“You’re still thinking about that day. Aren’t you?..”

He pulls a photo from his pocket. A photo from middle school graduation, or at least the remains of one. The page had been cut to show only a small group in the larger crowd. Daina hadn’t even noticed the picture was gone; too busy focusing on her appearance. She grinds her teeth. 

“You went in my room?” 

“That’s not the point and you know it.”

“An invasion of my privacy is a pretty big deal, Mike.”

“She was my friend too, Daina.

“She isn’t the fucking point!”

A scream tears them both from the conversation. Both of them, along with various other members of the party rushed inside to see what was happening. A crowd had gathered around the walk in pantry in the kitchen; one person collapsed to the floor and staring in pure terror at what was inside. Pushing through the bodies; Daina manages to squeeze to the front and see what the problem was; her stomach dropping at the sight.

Propped against a shelf of canned goods; the corpse of another girl was sprawled on the floor. A knife wound pierced her eye as well as various spots of her chest; blood drying into her clothes. A single finger was painted red; words written onto the floor in her blood.

“LIAR.”

Calamity breaks out all at once. People screaming; shouting. Making breaks for the front door and any other exits. Daina crashes to the floor; Mike runs through the house and informs everyone else they need to flee. He picks up a poker near the fireplace as Daina regains her composer – wiping a grin from her face. 

“What are you going to do?” She asks.

“I’m going to kill that mother fucker. Call the police!”

Daina nods; heading upstairs where she had left her phone. Mike begins to sweep the house to find the intruder; kicking open doors and leaving no place unchecked. It's how he comes across the bodies of Thomas and a few other people. All in locations tucked away from sight. After a thorough investigation, there’s only one place left to look. The basement. 

Mike grips the handle; the shaking of his palms visible against its knob. He hesitantly opens it; a dim light all the way at the end of the steps. He begins to descend them; the light from the kitchen blocked by an object behind him.

-

Within the basement there is one final body. A young man with shaggy hair and wearing a sports jersey. He sits in a chair; the angle making it look as though he were merely asleep. The smells that come off his body are blocked by the mask over the approaching figure's face; their blade raised high over head. There is no scream as it falls; just the wet sound of metal entering flesh. His body loses balance as the knife is ripped through his neck; falling forward onto the ground below. Stab wounds litter his body; the puddles of blood around each hole having fully dried. His supposed assailant stands there confused; obvious to the running steps behind them. 

Mike brings the fire poker down on the masked individual’s skull. They crash to the floor; blood leaking through their scalp. They attempted to reach for their weapon; stopped by another blow to the head. They lie motionless, but he isn’t done. Not after everything this person has done. Not after the pain they’ve caused. He wants to demask them, but they need to suffer first. Their identity could be revealed through denial records. He reaches the poker like a club for another swing, but the only thing that falls is the object itself  - and drops of his own blood. 

The echo or a gunshot still rings; Mike looking down at the hole in his stomach in disbelief. It didn’t hurt at first; shock running through his veins. As he sticks a finger against the hole, the pain finally hits. He didn’t even have time to cry out as more shots ripple through his body. He falls down next to the slasher who remained still.. Footsteps descend the stairs; stopping by his writhing form. There’s a scrap of metal as they pick the fire poker off the floor. Mike turns to see the new figure. A mask akin to the one worn by the person beside him stares back at him; the highlights in her hair a sign of her identity. 

“D….daina?”

Her eye twitches. She cracks Mike beside the heat like a baseball player hitting a home run. She hits him again and again; screaming at the top of her lungs. She hits him until he stops moving. Until the flesh of his cheek is peeled away and the bones beneath break into dust. She only stops when there’s a groan from the person next to him.

“You’re alive… I was so worried..”

She kneels down; the other party flinching away even if barely conscious. They wore a hockey mask with a pink heart drawn over its left eye; something mirrored on her own. A mask worn by the mannequin in her room. She goes to lift theirs, but they weakly slap her hand away.

“It’s okay…” She coos. “I know it’s you, Y/n.”

She tears the mask from your face, shuddering from the sight of your gorgeous face, and the look of pure hatred you held. 

“There you are… We should take a picture to remember this moment. Hang on.”

Daina pulls off her own mask, running a hand through her hair. Remembering she forgot to put on more lipstick, she drips her fingers in the pool of Mike's blood and wipes it over her lips; placing a kiss on your cheek afterwards. She holds two fingers behind your head and sticks out her tongue. After taking the photo, she types away on her phone before tossing it aside.”

“All done! Now if you try to kill me, your face will be leaked online in an hour. Good luck trying to guess my password!”

Mercy Valentine… Y/n. Who would have guessed that a timid college student was behind all this suffering? Daina White. That’s who. For She knew that they were the one suffering the most. 

During the end of middle school, sweet, shy little Y/n had received a love note in their locker one day. At rope’s end and tired of life’s hardships, it became their lifeline. More and more came, their heart soaring with each word. It was at the end of the year that their childhood crush confessed that she had been the one to write them; a smile just a pinch to sweet on her face.

The two began dating; the lovesick teen unaware of what their love said behind their back – the plans she and her friends had towards the end of the summer. A letter had been placed at their doorstep to meet by the lake on the edge of town; note switched a second before they opened the door.

They arrived just in time to see her body floating in the lake, and her bewildered friends at the scene. They all fled; leaving the broken hearted soul to try and save her on their own. All, but one. Had they been a little wiser. They would have noticed that the penmanship between their love and the author of the letters didn’t match. That someone else was watching them from the sidelines at her friend's side. That the heart drawn on their dead lover’s mask had eerie similarities to the ones the popular girl in class wrote on her notebooks.

They tried to tell authorities of what happened. That there was no way it was an accident. The caving in of her skull was proof enough. Unfortunately, everyone brushed it off and left them in the dark.

You remain silent. She cups your cheeks with a smile.

“You’re angry aren’t you, baby? You want to see the world and see on fire, don’t you? That’s exactly how I felt when that bitch tried to take you away from me. Watching her laugh next to you. Hold you in her arms. It was all a damn lie, and now I’m gonna tell you the truth.” 

She leans in, placing a bloodied kiss to your lips. “She never loved you, Y/n. It was all me, my sweet Valentine.”

[despair-edits]

Can we get an inbox check?

hello! here's a comprehensive list of all the requests we currently have in our inbox, sorted by which mod has claimed them! (under the cut because it's a bit long)

note: there's a pluralkit template for the joker currently in the queue, hence why it isn't here. also, mod korekiyo and mod chiaki don't have any claimed requests at the moment, so they aren't here for that reason.

- Mod Peko

MOD MONACA

Could I request pastel yanderecore Yoisaki Kanade (project sekai) icons? Could I also have headers with a Yandere Kanade and her transmasc darling Mafuyu with a darker color scheme?

MOD NAGITO

May I request pronoun suggestions for a Peridot (Steven Universe) with technology and gardening themes? Thank you! :3 💚

May I have a moodboard for a Mettaton EX who may potentially be a fictive? Themes of wanting to rebuild oneself, top/plastic surgery, feeling uncomfortable in one's body, and the general vibe of Jinkx Monsoon's cover of Creep? Much love 💖💖💖

could I request a pluralkit template themed around space and music, if possible?

MOD PEKO

Would it be possible to get some lovecore themed icons of Iris Wilson from The Great Ace Attorney?

Can I have a Junko stimboard with fashion stims /nf

UNCLAIMED (doesn't necessairly mean that they'll get done slower)

Can I have a Rika furude ( higuraahi) x Maria ushiromiya ( Umineko) Moodboard with themes of comfort hood Maria’s plushie Sakutarou cake shrines embracing each other and deep intimacy because both of them are stuck in a loop?

Can I have a Gou/Sotsu arc Satoko Hojo ( Higurashi) x Ange ushiromiya moodboard ( Umineko) with themes of letters traps playing along with pranks childhood romance being a carrie-esque prom Queen complete with murder and being mutual yanderes for each other?

Can I have an Marige ( Maria x ange both from Umineko) Moodboard with an theme of Hope and optimism for one’s future?

Could I possibly request some glitchcore icons of Zero from the Megaman series?

hi hi we'd love a doodle of Zero from Drakengard 3 and W from Arknights doing... something gay xD zero tends to be a bit of a tsundere and I love annoying her /affectionate -W

A hero name for Jordan Li (Gen V) themed around shapeshifting, super strength, heightened agility, and maybe tie in the energy blasts, but most the syrength and shifting.

could i get some ishimondo lockscreens??? for iphone 11. thank u!!! so happy to see a dr themed edit blog!

Hello, may I have a Mikan x Ryota lovecore moodboard with pinks, purples, oranges, and themes of anime, sanrio, healing trauma, halloween, cats, rabbits and candy if it's okay

if yours isn't here, feel free to request again!

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General headcanons for yandere peter parker please

Yandere Peter Parker Headcanons

•He just wants to see you happy and he’ll do anything for it. Literally every bit of free time he has is spent campaigning for you to win prom queen or cheering on the sidelines while you play a sport. Whatever it is that makes you happy, makes Peter happy now too.

•He spends every spare penny on getting gifts he thinks you’ll like. Has he forgone dinner just to get some cute trinket he saw and thought of you? Absolutely and he’ll do it again.

•Peter is so attentive to your needs. He knows almost before you do when you forgot your lunch or didn’t finish homework for a class. Before you can even ask for help he’s already giving you his own lunch or homework answers.

•He tries hard not to be a stalker but he just gets so anxious. That’s the only reason he follows you home and watches you from the shadows whenever you’re not together. He just wants to make sure that you don’t get hurt…the fact that he gets to see you at your most vulnerable and learn even more about his favorite subject are just little bonuses.

•Peter loves seeing you at your most vulnerable. When you’re crying he wants to be the only one you can turn to. When you consider yourself at your least attractive or likable then Peter wants to be there. Not because he likes when you feel bad but just because he wants to be the only one who can help you and love you in times like this. Actually maybe some sick part of him likes being the hero, it’s a good bonding experience at the very least.

•Peters love languages are physical touch and quality time. He’ll happily show love in whatever way you prefer but he wants to be shown love in those ways. He wants to lay on your lap while you play with his hair and talk about your day, that’s all he needs. Not spider man or Ned or Mj. Just you and him.

•Peter isn’t big on kidnapping. He’d much rather just work his way into your life until you have no choice but to be with him. Suddenly all your friends prefer him over you and start to turn against you if you don’t like him, your family invites him over all the time and constantly tries to set you up together. Your only choices are to be loved Peter or to be loved by no one.

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How would yandere Peter react to the reader saying that she’s never been to a dance or a prom before and she’s love to go for one? She just never had the chance like me *sigh* Unfortunately I can only day dream about proms and stuff like that since my school doesn’t organize things like that L

Yandere!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader (Prom HCs)

warning(s): none, mostly prom fluff

Peter had been casually walking by (Y/n)’s locker when he overheard that she had no one to take her to prom! He had to try his best to hide how happy this made him as he turned to her, tapping her gently on the shoulder.

“Hey, (Y/n)! I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go to prom with me, I’ve never been before and I figured it’d be more fun if I went with you.” Peter asked, letting his smile grow when she said yes. He quickly exchanged numbers with her, texting her to let him know when he should swing by to pick her up. 

Peter had gotten help from Steve and Tony on what he should wear for prom, and after Tony helped him with his tie, he made his way to (Y/n)’s home. He knocked gently on the door, a polite smile on his face when her mother answered the door. She let him inside, telling him that (Y/n) was coming down.

He turned to look at the stairs, watching as his darling lifted her dress slightly, making sure she didn’t step on it as she walked down the stairs. He felt his heart skip a few beats, in awe of how the dress looked on her. Once she reached the bottom, he took a gentle hold of her hand and put on the corsage he had gotten for her, Steve had insisted that he do it despite it being a pretty old tradition. 

(Y/n) thanked him as she pressed a kiss to his cheek, making his face heat up as her mother chuckled to herself, telling the two of them to be back at a reasonable time. Peter nodded, promising her mother that he would make sure she made it home safe.

Once they arrived at the prom, all eyes were on the happy pair. (Y/n) smiled and laughed as Peter gently lifted her by her waist, spinning her around as he looked up at her in awe. The two of them danced and laughed all night long, and Peter had made sure that (Y/n) was chosen as prom queen. Peter escorted her to his car as they began to leave, a huge smile on her face as she looked up at him.

“Thank you, Peter. This was one of the best nights of my life.” (Y/n) stated, making his heart skip a beat before he nodded.

“Of course, if you ever want to go out dancing again, you have my number.” Peter stated, smiling as he listened to her chuckle, holding her close as he took her home.

~fin~

author’s note: if it makes you feel any better, prom is pretty overrated. just imagine a very over-hyped birthday party where no one knows how to dance and everyone is an introvert. peter will still take you as his prom date if it really makes you that happy <33