#yandere statue

[yandere-chocolate]

A fictional book or art like yandere character in love with its real gn creator/writer or artist

(Yeah! By the way, sorry for doing requests late, I've been very busy.)

Yandere Art/Statue x Artist Reader ~(Romantic)~

Summary: You create a statue of a weeping angel for a client of yours. Unfortunately for you & your client, the statue would much rather not leave your side. (Inspired by Doctor Who. inspired.)

TW/CW: Stalking, horror, fear, implied death(not of a main character though).

You had finally finished the statue. After so much hard work, it was done. You had to say, you were rather proud of it, like you are with all of your newly done work. You added quite a bit more detail to the toga & hands than you typically do, simply because most of the commissions you get tend to be animals, so you rarely get to do humans, or angels in this case. You let out proud sigh & went inside for a drink & to relax a bit.

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I was finally able to remove my hands from my eyes come nightfall. I touched my new face & relished in the fact that my creator finally decided to give me hands. I got up & looked around, slowly spreading by wings & closing them again. I couldn’t believe my body was finally sculpted. 

I smiled a little & looked towards to window with the bluish light shining through it. My lovely creator was watching something, it looks like creatures like my creator, but...not. They are hideous & unrealistic, with horrid long arms & sausage-like fingers. Their mouths are also far too big & their teeth are pure white & perfect rectangles. Almost every single part of their body was surrounded by black lines. A horrific imitation of life; I think.

But my creator adores these strange creatures shown on the large black box, so I suppose they aren’t too bad. I continue to dreamily watch my lovely creator, admiring their features. Were they created like me? Sculpted by another creature? I don’t know, but it doesn’t seem like it. Even so, I personally thought they were beautiful. Though, they were faced away from me right now, my eyes were sculpted very early on. I saw their face & fell in love almost instantly. Ever since then, I always watched them after dark & have never gotten caught. I always return to the same position come dawn.

They eventually went to lay down on a bed & close their eyes. They always did this at night & I’m not quite sure why. But all the same, I watched over them until dawn.

--------------------------------The next morning-------------------

I returned to my original position in the morning. Later in the day, I heard my beloved creator & someone else talking. I decided not to listen in too much, but I suppose I should have, because the other person picked me up, almost dropped me, & put me in the back of their machine. ‘care?’ ‘cer?’ ‘cear?’ ‘car’ I don’t remember what the black box called it, but it was definitely one of those two! 

I despised their hands being on me. My creator should be the only one to touch me. Who did this person think they were? Next thing I knew, the machine began moving. I couldn’t see much, but I could tell that human that put me here was taking me away from my creator. & Needless to say, I was...upset. 

Very upset.

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It was dark now, which means I can finally move. I removed my hands from my eyes & found myself in an admittedly gorgeous garden. It had tulips, carnations, orchids, lilies, & it even had shrubbery. The fireflies that danced around me made me feel like I was in a fairytale. & Yet, it still felt empty. I could tell it was beautiful & tranquil, but without my creator with me, I struggled to feel amazed & calm.

I got up, stretched my wings, & went on my way to try & find my beloved creator. As I tried to see if I could find a clue to where my creator was. That’s when I found the human that dragged me here. They were doing the same thing my creator did at night, laying in a bed with their eyes closed. Now I must admit, I’m not typically violent, but this creature took me away from my god—my creator!

I knew if this was anything like my creator’s rest, they wouldn’t get up until the morning. & So, with that in mind, I saw red. Luckily, though it got a bit messy, I found a small black box with the familiar glowing blueish light. There, after being nearly blinded by the white light, I found out where my creator was. It was far, but the small black rectangular box told me where to go & I would do anything for my creator.

However, as I began to walk, I had a thought; why not bring my creator here? It was such a big, lovely house & the human would no longer be using it. Oh, my creator would love this place! I’m sure I can easily carry them here within the night!

So, I began to walk to where my creator was, excited to show them the lovely house I have found for them.

-----------------------------Back to third person--------------------------

You woke up in a beautiful garden which you were sure you didn’t fall asleep in. After a few seconds, you realized an angel statue that looked eerily like the one you finished sculpting two days ago had her hands on your shoulders & her head resting right beside your neck. She was smiling with her eyes closed & her body was very close to yours, but the main thing you noticed was the dried red liquid all over her hands & what you could see of her toga, along with the metallic smell of blood. You immediately struggled out of her grip & once you got a full view of the angel, you realized she looked exactly like the angel you sculpted. exactly.

& She was covered in blood.

You looked around the garden, but as you attempted to wonder off, something cold, hard, & grainy grabbed your wrist. You turned around to see the angel but now much closer to you, grabbing your wrist. It wasn’t a new statue; the old statue was completely gone. You tried to break free of her hold, but almost as soon as you closed your eyes to focus on breaking free, you felt your wrist being free, but now two arms were wrapped around your body, holding you close to her body. 

You soon heard a faint whisper, but you refused to believe it was the angel holding you. You refused to believe any of this was anything but a dream. But regardless, you heard her say:

“I’m so happy you’re back...”

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Imagine Male Yandere Artists X Female Reader Creation. Obviously inspired from the Greek myth of Pygmalion…but think of how much worse and complicated it’d get if poor reader Darling was a project worked on by multiple men together…It’s almost as if this is now Greek Pygmalion myth X Helen of Troy myth. Let the war for love begin.

General premise…reader Darling comes to life through the power of the mens’ accidental prayers of love to the goddesses of love. She is everything the men wanted in a woman somehow (dare I say Mary Sue territory, and a sprinkle of Manic Pixie Dream Girl I suppose since she is still otherworldly just being born and all). Doesn’t help that Darling is also enchanting every man she meets across the city too. Her creators all get mad jealous, and fight over who has the true “rights to have her,” (cause we stan men who see women as their property *sarcasm). Climax…the creator men end up offing each other off in the art studio (battle royale style), and their blood mixes together into another art creation they had collaborated on together. And through the power of love and “friendship” (*cue jazz hands), the men are reborn into one, and can pursue Darling more easily. I’ll leave up to you if Darling is genuinely more pleased with this new outcome of the mens’ rebirth, or if she’s terrified to no end of what they’ve become. (I trust your writing skills as always). Either way, no escape for her. The power of love is a formidable foe…

A/N: Some of these asks might be late because I'm trying to brainstorm as for what to do character-wise. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Your body was crafted from clay and stone. Your hair and scalp are threaded from spider webs, horse hair, and human hair. Your body shines with the finest oil. You are the perfect woman. The name on your plague was...well, you didn't have a specific name, so per se. But your creators decided to name your statue Earth's Women. Your name was because of your magical abilities. In the morning sun, your hair is curly, and your skin is olive-brown. By the afternoon, your skin is dark brown, and your hair is so coily it sometimes is in an Afro. During the evening, your skin whitens, and your hair straightens out. By nightfall, your skin is an albino white, and your hair is bone straight.

Because of these abilities, you gained the love of millions around the world. Many prayed for you to be alive. For you to be their perfect woman. Then, one day, the sunlight shining on you made your body crack. Your creators were so upset that they closed the exhibit to fix you. When your creators touched your skin, your statue crumbled. Screams and dust fill the room. Suddenly, your human body rises from the rubble.

"Where am I?" You ask, dust covering your dark skin.

"My God, she's alive," An olive skin man with black curly hair says. "Stai bene?"

You try to move your naked body, but you fall. Your legs are too wobbly.

"Get her a towel, Leon! She's never used her legs before," Ciro commands, rushing to pick you up from the debris. "And bring some bandages and wound treatments too! She's bleeding!"

Several hours later, you are properly introduced to your creators. There are six creators, and they call themselves the Sexy Six. Each one created a body part for you. Leon DiCardio made your head, Ciro Nikolaou shaped your torso and bosom, Aoi Hiroshige crafted your left leg, Matias Dorado sculpted your right leg, Abe Okoro created your right arm, and Caspian Narain made your left arm. Together, six men from different continents made a woman representing every girl.

"So what are you going to do with me, now?" You ask, tightening your fluffy robe.

"We're going to have to hide you from the public. They can't know you've come to life. You're something a leader would start a war for," Ciro says, giving you a cup of water.

"That's a bit unfair, isn't it? If the goddess answered their prayers to have her come to life, shouldn't we introduce her to the public? If we don't, we'd be defying the goddess's will," Leon says, making Ciro think about his decision.

"True. I suppose we could take her out in public. But only if she wears a cloak to cover her face," Ciro says, making everyone happy.

When you walked through the city, you could understand every conversation. Turns out, you can understand every language known to mankind. It was overwhelming, but Matias helped you power through it by distracting you with clothing. Abe took you away from Matias soon after and showed you the foods of every culture. You tasted everything, and even brought back sweets. You hardly even noticed Caspian glaring at Abe before he snatched you away to learn how to dance.

You are simply beautiful to him, to everyone, really. Your skin getting darker and your hair becoming coils under the afternoon sun while you twirl in circles was a scene that magic could've created. In the sun, you are everyone's Cinderella.

"Let's go, Every," Ciro says, dragging you away from the crowd.

"Hey, I wasn't done yet!" You whine, trying to stop Ciro from moving.

"I don't care. You're drawing too much attention to yourself," Ciro replies, putting your cloak back on and walking you home.

When you arrive home, Ciro puts you in a windowless white room. You lay on your bed and stare at the white ceiling.

"It must be nighttime," You say, noticing your hair is straight. "I wonder what my creators do during the night? I wonder what humans do when the sun falls?"

You sneak out of your room and tip-toe to a room with the lights on. You hear arguing and hide behind the wall.

"You can't keep her to yourself!" Matias yells, breaking a glass.

"Says the man showed her clothes like it was a date!" Ciro hisses, making you flinch.

"Hah, please! If you want a date, try Mr. Prince Charming of Oceania! He was dancing and twirling with her in the middle of town!" Matias retorts, making Caspian stand up with fury.

"At least I wasn't trying to charm her with food!" Caspian yells, glaring at Abe.

"I don't see how you brutes made such a pretty thing," Leon remarks, looking at his peers fighting.

"Don't drag me into this, Mario," Aoi insults, making Leon grab his shirt collar.

"Don't call me that you piece of crap," Leon snarls, making Aoi smile.

"You know what, I have an easy way to settle this. Whoever is the last one standing gets to claim Every for their own. I always hated having to share credit for creating her, anyway," Aoi wagers, pulling out a blade.

"Fine by me," Ciro says, pulling out a dagger.

Everyone pulls out their blades, daggers, and knives and begins their battle. You try to stop them, but you get thrown to the side. Cuts and bruises are made, but no one is dead yet. A trail of blood leads to the art room, and you see Ciro stab Matias through the heart. The Spaniard falls to the ground and extends a hand as if he was reaching for you.

"Matias!" You scream, running to his body.

Leon's bleeding corpse is thrown onto you as Aoi is on a stabbing rampage. You glimpse at the hole in Leon's head and throw up on the floor. When you look up again, all is silent. The floor is painted red, and Aoi is the only one standing. He looks at you with a crazed smile and drops his blade.

"You're mine. My work of art. My woman," Aoi says, hugging you with his bloody body.

You can only hug him back in horror. A squelching sound comes from below you, and you see Abe stabbing a dagger into Aoi's back. Aoi slowly releases his hug, then collapses onto you. His blood has stained your whole being red.

"What am I going to do now?! You all were supposed to help me!" You cry, putting your bloody hands on your face as you weep.

You cry until morning. When you awaken from your exhaustion-fueled sleep, you find bloody footprints. Your former creator's latest statue, coined Luno, is missing.

"Where did it go?" You question aloud, getting up from the sticky floor.

"My love, you're awake," A naked man says, coming from behind a wall.

"Luno, you're alive?" You ask, backing away from him.

"Yes, the goddess of love spared mercy on us and brought me to life for you. Through the blood sacrifice of our masters, I am here to be your divine equal," Luno says, kneeling and kissing your hand. "I have all the traits our six masters did."

You snatch your hand away, and trip over Aoi's corpse.

"Princess, be careful. I don't want you to trip over anyone and hurt yourself," Luno says, his face shifting into something similar to Ciro's.

"I don't want anything to do with them! Not after how they killed each other!" You shriek, standing up and heading towards the secret entrance.

"My love, wait!" Luno yells, running after you.

You close the stone door behind you and pant, looking at it. Luno's muscular arm punches a hole through the wall, and his eye looks at you.

"Eve, don't run from me! We are made to be!" Luno yells, breaking more of the stone.

You don't waste any time running away, your feet leaving bloody footprints. You don't know where this passage leads to, but you don't want to be here. Not with him.

"Seafoam?" You question, seeing signs of the sea on the lower walls and stairs.

You get onto the last step and look at the blue water. Luno's heavy footsteps are getting closer, and you don't have time to think. If you were every woman on Earth, surely you could be a mythical creature as well. You dive into the water, swimming till you find the open sea. Your master's blood washes off of you, and you swim to wherever you want to go. Luno, arriving too late, stared at the bloody mist in the water at the bottom of the stairs. In his eyes, a vow to always be yours and always find you is made.

Thus beginning the never-ending cycle of you running from him. An everlasting, divine hunt for the woman with a thousand faces. Prey to be caught for the man with a thousand features.

[sagaubeloved]

Perspective of Reader holding the destroyed small statue of the Creator.

[yanyandere]

the obsessed mage and his beloved statue bride (ヤンデレ魔法使いは石像の乙女しか愛せない) // support the artist (eng)

[suusoh]

I really do feel like there's no dating stage with johan if you know what I mean. there's no situationship, dating, or boyfriend stage. he thinks all of that is just a stalling phase to what he knows already he wants in the end. it'll just jump immediately to spending the rest of your life with him. like there is no point of experimentation if he knows he wants to be involved with you. you guys are friends and one day you agree to try to date him, and the next thing you know, your first date with johan is him bringing you along to city hall to sign papers at the registry office.

[anonymousdisco]

My Official Return to Writing

Thank you so much to everyone who has been so patient in waiting for me to able to continue my fic. Also a special thanks to everyone who reached out and gave me much needed support. My issue has now been fixed enough that it should be no problem to go back to my writing which makes me so happy given how much I have missed it this past month. New chapters will be posted soon as well as a halloween special that will be posted on halloween. Have a fun and safe Halloween celebration everyone!

[hissweetmisshoney]

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Primary trait: Chastity <170%>

Secondary trait: Lust <30%>

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Passive skill currently active: “Lady fortune!”

Current Allies: Heizou

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[Important update! You’ve discovered new vocabulary!]

【Blighted ones: fallen human/yokai who’ve become husks of their former selves due to the timely exposure of either realm that’s opposite to them… They are classified as dangerous damnable beings who need to be eliminated on sight!】

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[my-thoughts-and-junk]

'yandere sebastian' 'yandere abigail' 'yandere wizard' give me yandere clint 🖐✊🖐✊

[sysig]

In the fell! Handplates au what do you think gaster would do to protect the boys? If torial or asgore ever tried to hurt/take away or kill them would he finally snap and fight? I’ve always liked the idea that gaster (despite not being royal) is considerably more powerful then asgore or torial due to how versatile and complex skeleton attacks can be plus he is a boss monster who’s old af.

I would love to see fell! Asgore and torial absolutely get their asses handed to them by a protective gaster. Lol can you imagine their shock? (:

(I absolutely adoreeeee your art)

(Thank you! o/♥)

I think Fell!Gaster would still keep the boys as his secret project to start - Honestly, I really like the idea of him following the same basic beats as Classic Handplates Gaster! Constructing the lab, hole-punching his hands, bringing the boys to life and then experimenting on them in secret, now under the pretense of finding "inherent goodness in Monsters" or inducing it, bringing it forward, however he goes about doing that. So if they did find them, it'd at least be a while

But, I also really like the idea of Gaster still being hopelessly devoted to the Dreemurrs! That raising a hand against them would hurt infinitely worse than whatever they have to dish out against him, and that being why he takes their abuse - if he could only save them! If he could only show them a better way! Then they could all finally be happy, one big family! 💕

As for the boys and what Gaster would be willing to do to protect them, I think it would also be similar to what Classic does - put himself between the brothers and danger to the best of his ability. I do think it would be an interesting turn for him to have to choose between protecting them and his pacifism towards other Monsters if the Dreemurrs got ahold of them somehow - the internal conflict of finally having to face his own darkness! Even if he tried to justify it, I think that'd really be the tipping point for him :)

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[99-nct]

OMG YOUR ALIVE

hahaha yes i am. despite trying to resolve not using this account i think now is a good opportunity to be clear, i’ve moved blogs. i wanted to quit writing because the lack of feedback on this account was getting to me, but my love for writing brought me back to this hellsite. i’ve been busy with college but i’m happy to announce that i will start writing again for genshin & twst ( potentially other fandoms as well ) on @chafelis and that requests will be open. i won’t be finishing the queue i have on this account simply due to certain things being stressful and tiring. but as a sneak peek this is something i’m working on

i’ve been in a strong alhaitham brainrot ever since i got him so any requests for him might be prioritized. i will also be expanding my genshin college au! and will be writing a mini series so keep an eye out for that as well.

thank you to anyone who still follows me for your support!!

[jentledaisies]

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[anonymousdisco]

Status Update on the romantic interest for my current fic How’d I get Isikiad into Yandere Obey Me

I don’t think this can be considered a spoiler but just in case I’ll put it under a keep reading button for anyone who doesn’t want to know this yet.

The only romantic interest will be Diavolo. This is a decision I made based on how I want this story to go. I’m willing to explore the others as romantic interests in other fics, but not this one. Simeon and Solomon are officially platonic just like the rest are. I just think the dynamic between the different characters will be more interesting this way because it suits them better based on the head-cannons I have for the characters given the story I’m writing. Romance just isn’t the main focus of this story since its main theme is that the reader craves platonic affection from anyone that she can get it from but due to her previous trauma she doesn't think she can get it without total manipulation of the events and characters. Chapters nine-twelve will take me a bit to write out since we’ve now reached a very important part. Chapter nine is almost done and I’m already started my notes for chapters ten and eleven.

[sunnysssol]

Erm when dropping the mob au Suzie x Alfred fanfiction 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

Id eat zat up

But I wanna know all the oc x canon lore in general TEEHEE

WELL 👀 firstly, thank you for the interest! I don't really know if I'll ever get around to posting a fic especially for this AU, but I do have a comic and a few more pieces in mind 😈 funnily enough this AU started out very AmeSuzie focused, but it wasn't really going anywhere– i.e., I kept getting stuck on whether or not Suzie would actually date Alfred without some very Questionable Ethics involved because a) he's her boss' boss, b) he's a crime lord and c) Suzie's a person defined by their discipline and ethics. Which, of course, is pretty questionable too because she's been peddling painkillers and excess medication to dealers from the hospital she's been interning at for their residency. Very Stephen King. They reason that they're only doing it to provide for their terminally ill uncle, but from a rigidly "ethical" point of view, the intent doesn't really matter; only the action does and that still makes them a hypocrite. I guess that's the character arc I had in mind for Suzie anyway? She's just a regular person with her quirks and flaws and a few bad ideas– maybe more than a few, especially when she started seeing Alfred.

All of which is why I decided to put them in the back-burner as a side thing. It's interesting enough to watch Alfred, someone who is already dead-set on the path of destruction, take someone who's just barely on the cusp of morality and immorality, and utterly ruin them (which he feels very, very guilty about when Suzie's uncle dies eventually and Suzie fucking spirals out of control). But ultimately, I decided it's not interesting enough to make it the main theme of the AU :']

But as for general AmeSuzie lore, I've got this whole blog and another blog over at @exastriis just for it ;0 thank you for the question and for letting me ramble a bit about them! <3