#yandere tg

[tiaragqueen]

Tatara (Tokyo Ghoul) x shy female s/o ☺️ thanks

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✂ Pairing: Yandere! Tatara x Chi She Lian clansman! Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,2k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: Isolation, manipulation, mention of death, possessiveness

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I know I'm very late, and it's already the end of the month, but let's just pretend today's Valentine for the sake of the plot.

“I could tell you lots of things, they're gonna turn out useless. Sometimes you need to challenge your questions. You don't need to know everything.” - You Don’t Need To Know [Excuse Me Moses]

Tatara was among those people who couldn’t find the importance of Valentine day. He believed it was just a waste of time and money, because why would you present your loved ones chocolates and roses only during Valentine? What happened to surprising them on ‘normal’ days? Wouldn’t the gifts be much more memorable if they were given randomly, when your partners least expected it?

Excluding that pointless and totally unnecessary day, Tatara had never cared much about dating, anyway. As far as he was concerned, having a lover only brought more problems than benefits due to many factors: his nature, the unremitting threats from the CCG and other petty ghouls, the organization he participated in, and the inevitable tragedy. Sure, he wasn’t a workaholic, but he deemed his organization and its objective more important than anything else. Thus, splitting his time – especially for the sake of someone else – would be challenging.

Besides, Tatara was already content with his life. As long as he still had his brother and other members whom he secretly cherished, Tatara wouldn’t complain much.

That was years ago, though. A lot of things had changed since then, including his love life.

Frankly, you weren’t his girlfriend. You were just a member of Chi She Lian; one that he’d never really conversed with, let alone dated. You both had missions to do, and you both had stark differences in statuses. You were far from weak, though, and Tatara had heard some kind words from Yan regarding your proficiency.

However, nobody was perfect. You were shy, so painfully shy you couldn’t keep eye contact with anyone – particularly the higher ones – for more than three seconds. Tatara didn’t mind it, of course. It just proved that you were aware of your place and respect the superiors.

Before long, fate brought the unlikely pair closer than he’d expected.

A CCG investigator managed to locate his organization and eliminated nearly the majority of its members, forcing him to bring you along to Japan for a hideout. You initially refused, insisting on fighting the damned man, until Tatara knocked you out. It was a rather extreme method, but he knew better than to let you contend senselessly to death. An opportunity for revenge would surely come soon and he needed you to be on your best behavior.

But after joining Aogiri Tree and seeing its vast influence to the Japanese ghouls, Tatara realized that he’d gotten a lot stronger than before. He was certain he could easily take down that bastard without your assistance or anyone else in that matter.

No, as the other survivor, it was better for you to remain ignorant.

He didn’t want to admit that he feared your death someday, and how lonely his life would be without you. Eto might be his new leader, but she wasn’t a part of Chi She Lian. She didn’t belong to, nor did she come from his past the same way you did.

That was why he resolved to isolate you in some derelict apartment, although his original purpose was to deflect the enemies' attention.

And it worked more than he’d expected.

You’d gradually learned to crawl out of that poky shell and engaged in a small talk, mainly consisting of his condition and missions. You’d also begun to grow more attentive to his mood and always tried to help him whenever and however you could, even offering a sliver of your flesh when he lied about being hungry. And you did it all with a smile, gleaming eyes void of malice or reluctance.

It was such a heartwarming yet fragile view; one that would surely shatter to thousand pieces if you were to learn about the truth. Tatara almost felt bad for lying to you.

Regardless, he wasn’t completely frigid. He knew how to reward someone, even if it was exclusive to you.

And Eto just had to suggest a present for Valentine day, because it was the most ‘romantic’ event aside from Christmas. Tatara couldn’t understand how an ordinary day could be any more romantic than the others, but as long you got the gift, it didn’t really matter what event today was.

“[Name].”

To say that he felt awkward would be a huge understatement. How could he not? This was the first time he ever gifted someone, and to a woman nonetheless. He didn’t display his discomfort, obviously, instead shoving the present on to your hands as if it was a ticking time bomb.

“Open it.” he ordered simply, coolly because he couldn’t afford to lose his composure in front of you.

You reeled back in surprise and stared at him for further clarification. When he remained mute, you looked down and inspected the heart shaped box. Was this… what you thought it was? You’d assumed he wasn’t the type to celebrate such event – being a busybody he was – and you didn’t truly notice it, either. It was simply a special occasion meant for couples, created by those sentimental humans.

Still, it was nice to receive something once in a while.

Gingerly, you tore the dark pink ribbon and its matching wrapper and peeked in. A choked gasp left your agape mouth as you swiftly opened the lid and found several – and literal – hearts placed in such a way until they formed a heart shape. In lieu of ketchup, blood garnished the ‘candy’ equivalence like crimson strings connecting and binding the hearts together. You wondered if they were meant to represent your past in Chi She Lian, with the first two organs being you and Tatara as the survivors.

But that would be a crazy idea, wouldn’t it?

“This…” Had you were a human, you’d instantly throw the box away the second you sniffed a particular stench. For you, the ghoul, it was the best gift you’d ever gotten in your entire life. “This is amazing! T-thank you so much. You shouldn’t have to…”

“Nonsense.” he retorted. “I didn’t give it to you so you could pity yourself.”

You squeaked. “I-I’m so sorry!”

Sighing, Tatara stepped forward and squeezed your shoulder. It was a subtle and harmless action, but you knew he could crush the bone underneath if he so wished.

If the time when you’d no longer be needed came…

"Keep up the good work.”

… that gentle touch would be the last affection you’d felt from anyone.

Or him, because he was the only person you met every day.

Sparkles waned from your eyes as you bowed, clenching the box to keep the tears at bay. It didn’t matter if today was Valentine, you couldn’t feel anything else other than compliance.

And the reward on your hands was just a rock meant to deter you from leaving.

“Yes, Tatara.”

[tenthgrove]

Yandere Prompt Event: Bucciarati With 65

For @nohrenvia

65: “Let me run you a bath. I want to take care of you."

Bruno Bucciarati stands atop the balcony of his house in Naples, watching the sky turn dark. His unknowing prisoner rests in the spare room, not confident yet to share his bed, but getting there, Bucciarati is sure.

Bucciarati notes the faint feeling of his hairs standing up as a cold chill blows in from the coast. It will be cool tonight, and the temperature can only go down from here. You might need extra sheets.

Tutting, he steps back into the house and heads towards the linen closet. He picks out a thick, fluffy blanket, and an extra pillow for good measure. You can never have too many pillows. He wipes them down, making sure they're perfectly clean, and brings them to your bedroom.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n) my dear?" he knocks. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."

Inside, he can hear you getting up from the bed, putting something down on the night-stand and rushing over to the door.

"Coming Bruno!" you call, granting him entrance to the room. You're dressed in the pyjamas he gave you- thin, silky things. He has to try hard to keep his eyes only on yours.

"I brought you extra sheets," he announces, handing the blanket and the pillow to you. "It's unseasonably cold tonight, and I didn't want you to spend it all shivering."

"That's so kind of you!" you praise him, holding the fluffy blanket to your chest. "I must admit, it's definitely quite cold, isn't it," you agree with him. He doesn't miss the way you swing your body subtly as you stand, the shy but eager smile on your face. His trap is closing on you.

"Let me run you a bath. I want to take care of you," he suggests. It isn't like him to make such a bold suggestion without planning it out first, but you have that affect on him. The words spill from his mouth freely.

"Oh, um, that's fine! I can run it myself," you turn him down. There's a hint of nerves in your eyes. Did he push too far?

"You don't have to let me of course, but I would very much want to. I understand this whole predicament has been rough for you. I think you deserve to be spoiled," he presses. You look away in contemplation, then back to him.

"Okay," you agree. Bruno leads you to the bathroom. He takes a towel from the cabinet and places it over the radiator.

"Is there anything else you could use here? Narancia's going to the mall tomorrow with Mista, so if there's any particular soaps or lotions you want, I can have them buy it for you."

"That won't be necessary I think," you say, eyeing the never-ending array of bottles arranged around the tub and on the counters. What on earth could you ask for that isn't already here?

Bruno goes over to the tub and turns the faucet, letting warm water rush in as he pours generous amounts of bubble soap into it. Heat wafts over to you on the other side of the room, warming your chilled flesh. Bruno saunters back to you.

"There darling. Would you like to get in?" he asks. You go still.

"Um... aren't you going to leave first?"

Bruno takes a step back.

"Of course. Enjoy yourself," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead before turning to the door. Oh well, he thinks. He had hoped he might finally lay eyes on your beautiful body tonight, but if not, he can wait a little longer.

"Bruno, wait," you call back. He stops and turns at once. "We haven't talked about it in a while but... am I still in danger? Can I go home yet?" you ask him nervously.

"I'm afraid you'll have to stay a little longer, love, but soon. I promise," Bucciarati assures you. He leaves and shuts the door.

Poor thing, he almost feels sorry for you at times. If only you knew the group threatening your life did not even exist in the first place. Should all go to plan, you won't even need to know of the deception that brought you into Bucciarati's house. Because by the time the 'danger' passes, you'll already love him far too much to ever leave.

[insertmesoftly]

Equius x Same Blood Troll Oc

An Equius simp, Ysalia Noctil's of the same blood as him but with the sign of a Sagio. She holds pedigree and the caste system in high regards and is always looking for an excuse to either lord her status and power over the 'lesser beings' or to suck up and mingle with 'exceptional blood'. She lives alone in a huge ass hive in a snowy mountaintop, isolated. For all her showmanship and big talk, her power is very little, and her place is constantly falling apart and/or getting outages. Her lusus, a big and floating Jellyfish, is usually her light source.

She got lost in her hive a lot in her childhood but now she knows the layout by heart. She read every 'respectable' romance imaginable, and when she came across Equius in the chat rooms, decided that him being so close to her in color was D E S T I N Y. She's never seen the man but his eloquence and respect for the caste along with his sharp mind and love of the high-ranked bowmen make him perfect in her mind. She will begin to obsess and modify herself to fit him.

The Sagi trait of having many interests they're passionate about stuck to me when I read it and so now I'm attaching to her multiple interests and goals like an obsession with 'the perfect tea combination', making 'the coziest blanket', and plays embarrassing to look at, but soothing to listen to instruments. She plays a version of the theremin that’s a fleshy bug creature and the sounds are its screams as her hands get closer to touching it. She also has a giant handmade armonica she built with Equius’s guidance. She’s very proud of it. Most if not all of these started out of some want to help Equius when they'd finally meet and live together.

See, she would patiently listen to all he'd say when he'd infodump, and even try getting into robots and archery a bit to be able to talk about things, he'd somewhat try to do the same but it never really clicked with him what her intent in all these things were. And it's dumb because she'd literally be like 'What's your favorite tea? What are other flavors you enjoy? How do you take it? What textures give you the best feeling? What smells are the nicest?' And he'd just be annoyed at all the questions, always her having questions, thinking she was using him as an experiment for her interests, not considering that they were born out of wanting to help him. Before taking up these extra hobbies, her main interests were the romance novels she'd read, learning new etiquette and perfecting it, polishing her lovely little hidden daggers, learning new tricks with her whip (it has jellyfish poison in it and barbed wire), and decorating/fixing her hive after these sessions (lol). Once she gets really into Equius I think she stops fixing it because she thinks she'll just move in with him. She made it pretty too, all things considered. She made the hive so big and elaborate because she was too excited when she was younger, but nowadays, she only frequents the same few halls. These are very lived in with glow in the dark stick-on trinkets used like lamps, vases filled with (paper) flowers, and ornate furniture she steals relocates from trolls that have died.

So, she keeps clinging to him with very clear intent, and it gets to a point where she confesses in a VERY roundabout way like,

'Aven't vve so gveat togethev? As the only tvvo that veally undevstand ouv positions! Couldn't vve... oh so easily slip into a... possible matespvitship? VVouldn't that be something?'

And Equius, confused and sweating just goes 'Oh... yes I suppose that could be a thing that could happen...' And that solidified it (wrongly) to her.

The whole idea she was born from came from the realization that Equius's tag for self shipping things contain mostly the more interesting combinations of lower/higher blood, and humans. Because those dynamics are what's interesting with him. And I thought, if he met someone actually on his level it would BORE him. He’d always be like 'This is fine. This SHOULD be fine. We are compatible in every way. Why ISN’T this fine??'

I got really into the dramatic thoughts of, despite them not OFFICIALLY CONSENTUALLY being together, him never telling her off from the idea and letting her believe they are (partly because he's trying to convince himself to like her, also because he's come to like her as a friend and does NOT want to hurt her feelings), his interest slipping noticeably into other people and especially his rambles about his dumb kinky thoughts eventually leads to her assuming, and I am PUTTING THIS IN QUOTATION MARKS, "he’s cheating on her" and she goes BALLISTIC. Needless to say, he breaks it to her as she explodes that… he never said yes to their relationship. It’s always been a sham. This. Will break her. She knew of his peculiarities but she was so sure he’d logically pick her, the best option there was! And yet… His heart clenches as she cries in front of him for the first time.

‘I hate you. I hate you for making me wish I had lower blood.'

Once the 'break up' occurs, she wears a black dress and veil for a good chunk of time because, in her words, "Vou don't like my outfit? I just decided it would be apvopviate fov the occasion. Vou see, I'M GVIEVING." *pathetic loud sobbing into a handkerchief*

Making her a Sagio means her focus is on the heart, ergo, on herself and her identity. So something that made her mad about learning the truth of his feelings was, she was so sure about the idea she built up over who she was... and his rejection shattered it to a million pieces. She started realizing more and more she’s not the troll she thought she was. She's not irresistibly beautiful, he left her. She's not collected and smart, she flies into fits of rage that leave her looking dumb. She doesn't have a certainly bright future, it's. In. Shambles. And more than any of her concerns for status-

She hadn't realized how much she actually liked him/depended on his love until he left. Neither of them did. Part of Equius not really taking her love seriously and seeing her as just a friend was how she talked about him to his face and how she would only bring up the 'pros to their relationship' so logically like social status and how they could support one another. Nothing much on the way of emotions, just made it sound like a business proposal if anything, albeit friendly. Nepeta, knew better. As his moiral, she got to talk to Ysalia a lot and the way she could endlessly praise him, see the good in everything he did even when it was stupid, wave off his 'quirks' as making him special, and idk, always bringing him up like a proud wife showing off her prized husband, it was annoying to the other trolls. Nepeta shipped it but stayed quiet and hoped for the best...

There’s a moment I think where Equius has his moment of realization that 'Oh. Maybe she DID really like me?' when Ysalia had 'given up', started her grieving and just moping, and had to work with a person of interest of his (I hesitate putting Aradia in this position, I’m so sorry Aradia hrrrg but you’re my best bet). Aradia says something, assuming about Equius, like how maybe he'd like them bringing back something that smells nice that could help him with a headache, but it’s the wrong thing and Ysalia stops. Ysalia had assumed this person had 'beat' her, because of her smarts. But she knows nothing about him. 'Lavender.' She chokes out. 'Lavender is his favorite scent. It the best for soothing him.' She gets very defensive suddenly, standing up from where she slumped. 'He likes to crush metal in his fist when he feels anxious, he prefers his milk cold but warm in the night after a nightmare, he doesn't feel like he deserves to touch soft things but he adores them.' She glares at Aradia. 'And he has a thing for forbidden romances. Things that can make him feel ashamed. But it's ok.' She walks away from her. 'This fad of his. I'll make sure it passes.' And all this was in some sort of comms he had installed on Aradia that he used to spy on her.

I have no ideas for what happens in the future, just her getting more and more out of control in her 'attempts to win him back.' I don't know what exactly they'd be but consider her as violent and getting more and more hilariously and pitiably delirious.

I cannot state this enough how adorably sad I’m picturing their scuffles. Equius genuinely likes her as a friend, holds her so close, almost like Nepeta. She never shunned him once, always listened to his infodumps, even actually retained the information he’d share, and was so encouraging to him whenever he’d falter. She was his biggest supporter in making his dreams come true too as an archer. So, it hurts seeing her cry. And it hurts seeing her sanity dissolve. He tries so hard to control his strength to just stopping her when she starts punching or kicking at someone, tries so hard to avoid hurting her even as others demand him to make her stop.

He started with his pity for her, trying to ignore her. Over time, without signs of her stopping, he begins getting annoyed. Then she catches him at the WORST TIME, and he gets ANGRY. He becomes careless with his actions, almost hurting her badly but she gets away with bruises. The look on her face as he almost crushed her has him feeling like shit for a while. When he's calmed down and is back to feeling pity, she surprises him in a moment of being so mad and deranged, she manages to get the better of him in a physical sense, actually finding a way to leave him powerless. Bound in the ground and unable to move. He's on the ground, wide eyes as she holds her heel to his chest, insulting him and going on about how he wasn't worth his blood. Needless to say, this was the first time he felt a lil something for her and it scares the fuck out of him. She's stopped by the others before she can kill him ‘to be rid of him once and for all’ but she promises she will. She hates him… This… is interesting to him.

Equius always saw her as his equal, and yeah it’s what bored him, but when she starts going full-on venomous, seething hatred on him.... he’s ashamed with how much he's sweating. This isn’t the friend he knew. he shouldn’t be enjoying this. Fuck. He should be trying to reconcile things. He should be telling her sorry again. No, he's not thinking about the way she dug her heel into him. Or the threat she whispered into his ear. And he definitely didn’t daydream about how she knows him so well she’d probably know how best to monopolize and bully him too if he was stuck in a hive with her as her husba- fuck shit what happened, he needs to stop he's pathetic.

Stuff happens, yada yada, it's a constant push and pull with some moments in between of them reminiscing their lost friendship, and idk how but I fabricated this scene where it all ends with her almost killing someone innocent. And after so much of his being careful around her, making excuses as to why the ones that hate her couldn’t get rid of her, and his fighting off ever having to actually fight back. He does.

He kills her. And her last words to him were accompanied by a laugh and a sputter. No accent. Just heartbreak. "You did it... haha….” She choked on her blood, some went past her lips. Still, she smiled.

"You broke my body and heart."

Oh, to give this boy more pain. Only once she’s gone does he accept that they could have been matesprites.

Some miscellaneous stuff:

- Ysalia putting out an entire table full of wine glasses out of nowhere in the middle of a battle to make fucking battle music because she refuses to fight out of spite so she'll just 'set the mood.'

- Eridan hates Ysalia. He saw her for what she was, a kiss-ass to higher blood, and he has no problem talking shit about her to her face. Even through being insulted, Ysalia would just smile and accept his harsh words like the dumbass sucker she is like o/vv/o 'Theyre talking about me hehe. I can’t believe I’m going to be friends with a sea-dweller!' His distinct hatred for her is hilarious to be because they’re in the same fucking boat. They’re idiots that were broken up with and their love interests got into trolls of lesser blood. It was such an insulting and humiliating experience for both of them. Even with his disdain, imagine moments where he drops his guard to shit talk about the others with her. He’d never admit it, but their catty talks and her sudden clinging to him once they’re both ‘outcasted’ by the others (and because there’s no one else worthy to talk to surely), they are friends.

- In a future where they reconcile and do live together, Equius is her bitch and loving every second of the 'married' life. Goes to work and his coworkers who don’t know him too well keep seeing the bruises on him and ask how he lets his matesprite of all trolls treat him like that and he just has the biggest dopiest face and replies 'They were my kismesis too'and that just explains it. This dude got together with his black romance. He’s clearly a freak. He's always glad to come home and see what new things Ysalia has to complain about, to see how many ways she can build him up with genuine affection only to tear him down and use him for the night.

[henryjekyllyoureadevil]

You're gonna cosplay Corrupt Lanyon?? What's gonna be different about him, appearance-wise?

Ohohohoh!!

Not much, appearance-wise. I think. Mostly just changes in his outfit because,, I'm a sucker for costume design aifndkcnsd

I am aware that this is probably not historically accurate at all but "prettylanyonprettylanyon" brain go brrr

Aside from his actual outfit, he looks a lot more tired and ill. He has heavy purple dark circles around his eyes (from watching Jekyll sleep lol) and his limbs are always shaky. His hair is also messier than usual but not to a noticeable extent.

have a drawing of him!! :)

I also did a digital rendition of the drawing but ajdnsjdj it looked worse

[sionnachoir]

Big Bad Wolf (Ayato Kirishima x Male!Reader)

(Waitor!Reader x Mafia Boss Ayato yandere themes)

You tried to keep a nonchalant face while serving the customers their drinks and food, although knowing one of the most feared men in all of japan was sitting not too far had you on edge.

You had always known your boss was a seedy guy but never would you have expected him to have mafia connections, yet here you were serving some of the biggest boys in the game.

The waste coat you wore over your white shirt suddenly felt way too small and constricting, but you didn’t want to show fear. You were pretty sure most of them got off on it.

Your attention was caught as the Black Rabbit raised his hand, you mentally screamed. He was one of your tables. You bit your lip and mustered everything in you to remain calm and steady.

You had no idea what anyone looked like as they all wore masks, you guessed that was the point, the Black Rabbit wore a mask that was almost like a muzzle. It only covered his mouth and nose and left his hardened blue eyes exposed. His hair was unruly and a wonderful dark blue, he wore a black worn down jumper along with some ripped up jeans and big black steel toed boots.

You walked over to him with a smile on your face. “How may I help you sir?” You didn’t get paid enough for this, you just wanted something to help you get through college. His smirk had shivers running down your spine.

“Beer for me and my colleagues and your strongest shots.” The last thing you wanted was drunk power hungry men on your hands, you swallowed the bitter taste it left and smiled again. “Of course sir, right away.”

You turned and made your way to the bar, quickly working on pouring the pints and shots. Occasionally your gaze would shoot over to the Rabbits only to catch him staring right at you. You had an awful feeling about this.

You stacked the drinks onto a tray and carried them over to the table, you gave everyone their drinks before turning around, intending to run and hide in the kitchen for a bit.

“Your name?” The Rabbit suddenly called, your attention quickly shot back to him. He was clearly staring at you, your reply came weaker than you had expected, and he grinned.

He seemed to mouth your name, as he said nothing else you chose to break the intense eye contact and quickly make your escape. Once you were back in the kitchen you finally let out the breath you had been holding in.

“You okay?” The chef asked, you just nodded. “I’d be careful not to piss off anyone out there.” He warned, you weren’t dumb enough to do anything other than your job. “I know.” Came your shaky voice. He threw you a look but didn’t bother pressing.

“(Name) Take these to twenty-four.” You quickly nodded and grabbed the plates, rushing back out the doors and delivering them to the table.

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The rest of the night seemed to pass without much hassle, thankfully. You had just finished cleaning up, waiting for your manager to finish counting the cash so you could finally go home. You were exhausted and could finally feel the hours catch up to you.

Your back was going to hurt tomorrow, not like it didn't hurt now. You wanted to kick off the stupid fancy shoes they made you wear and curl up under a blanket and forget about today.

"You can go, I got this." Your eyebrow raised, she rolled her eyes. "Alex is still here." You shrugged, if anyone could protect her it would be the seven foot body builder that guarded the door.

You grabbed your coat and shouted a goodbye as you exited the door, feeling the cold night air slam into your body. You hugged yourself as a violent shiver ran through your body. Luckily you only had a twenty minute walk to your apartment, as much as you loved autumn you hated the icy nights.

You walked along the road rather quickly, hoping to cut down the time spent outside in the cold. You watched a black car with blacked out windows pass, your eyebrows furrowed. That was weird but surely it wasn't anything, you shook the thoughts out of your head.

After another five minutes you jumped when a car came to a screeching halt in front of you, your expression turning fear full as two men bigger then you hopped out of the car. You could barely even think before one stuck a bag over your head, quickly tying it around your neck.

The other caught your flailing hands and tied them behind your back, you kept screaming out hoping someone would hear and help. It just seemed to piss off the men more, the next thing you knew you were getting thrown into the back of a car, head hitting against the passenger door.

A weak whine fell from your lips, your head throbbing. One of the guys yanked you up and shoved you against the door, you assumed they had both gotten in. The car quickly started up and sped off. "Where are we-" A sudden punch had your head flying back into the window, causing the car to be filled with a cracking sound.

A cry fell from your lips before the men told you to shut up. Your body couldn't stop shaking, you wanted nothing more than to cry. The ache in your head growing by the second. You didn't bother trying to fight against your eyes closing, instead leaning your head against the window.

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You let out small whines as you started coming around, your head burst and you could feel something wrapped around your mouth, stopping you from speaking. 

Feeling slightly panicked you tried to take it off, unfortunately your hands didn’t make it very far due to the rope that currently held them to the bed frame. You felt sick, what had you done to deserve this?

“Your finally awake, huh?” Came a deep voice, your head quickly shooting towards a dark silhouette. They stepped in further and you could tell it was the Black Rabbit due to the mask and the hair. 

Your mind raced through everything you could’ve done wrong to him, nothing standing out. He came and sat down next to you on the bed, his smirk was twisted and full of malice.

His hand came up to move some hair from your face. “Don’t worry little prince, I’ll take care of you.” It felt as though you had just been frozen, eyes widening and face dropping. 

[manaosdeuwu]

i am going through it lads

[homopheli]

[fujoshiyuuko]

#Gore ⚠️ 獨佔欲/Possessive Had a thought of what if Kanae had actually killed Sasaki back then... Just a thought, plz dont take it seriously :) [Originally posted on 10/27/2015] -------------------------------- *Follow me on Twi/Tumblr/Ins @FujoshiYuuko *Do not repost my work w/o permissions #R18G #yandere #Blood #GraphicViolence #MainCharacterDeath #KarrenVonRosewald #KanaeVonRosewald #TokyoGhoul:re #TokyoGhoul #TG #東京喰種 #佐佐木琲世 #金木研 #叶 #カナエ #SasakiHaise #KanekiKen #BodyStitching #SkinSewing #同人 #artwork #illustration #fictionalcharacter #manga #anime #fandom #doujin #DigitalArt #fanart https://www.instagram.com/p/B__tCouDoVl/?igshid=1c4gwrwsl0fhg

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[tiaragqueen]

Ok so i think my request for Kaneki/Haise x yandere female s/o was eaten xD my idea was.. ANGST! If possible .. :x And about an s/o who has unrequited feeling for him since their childhood and after seeing that he's got a family now, she's left deeply brokenhearted by it that she couldnt take it and she tries to end her life but failed and TRIES to kill Kaneki and Touka instead. But ill leave it to you. Whatever you think is better for the scenario. Tysm! xxxxx

Fallout

✂ Pairing: Kaneki Ken x Yandere! Ghoul! Reader

✂ Word Count: 985

✂ Trigger Warnings: Possessiveness, suicide attempt, violence, blood

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Oh, man. I hope this is angsty enough. I listened to many sad songs just to immerse myself in it and I might’ve gotten carried away.

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“Don’t you know I’ve always loved you, even before there was time. Though you turn away, I’ll tell you still. Don’t you know I’ve always loved you, and I always will.” - I’ve Always Loved You [Third Day]

Your hand shook as you pointed the tip of quinque to your other wrist. You didn’t know what possessed you to grab it after a heated battle with some investigators in the past, but you understood its function now.

After all, what was the point of living when you couldn’t be with the person you loved?

Gritting your teeth, you clenched the shard and tried to pierce the skin. You needed to do it quickly, swiftly, because otherwise it’d regenerate and you had to gather another painful wave of courage.

But you couldn’t do it, no matter how hard you tried. It wasn’t that easy to kill yourself as you did to other people. It wasn’t that easy to slice your own skin the same way you sliced people’s flesh. It wasn’t that easy to watch the blood flow from your body the same way you saw people bled to death.

It wasn’t that easy, and that was why it sucked, knowing that you had to live another day of pure loneliness and envy. It sucked knowing that your childhood crush had moved on from you and created his own family, although you never once confessed to him.

Still, would it be too much to ask for him to notice you? Just for once?

And the answer was yes. Yes, it was too much to ask because he, just like you, was shy and would rather hide his feelings from discerning eyes. If confronted, he’d probably beat around the bush instead. That served to prove just how kind he was in dealing with feelings. Kind, not honest.

Then again, he’d never loved you, hadn’t he?

Bowing, you tossed the shard away and hid your tear-stained face under your hands. It was useless, you couldn’t do it. You could never do it. What was the point in trying something when you knew you’d fail anyway? The survival instinct was too great for you to curb, and there was still a small part of you that hoped maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe you could still fix some things to make him see your true, unadulterated feelings. Maybe you could even turn his attention towards you and forget that woman.

The time seemed to slow as a malevolent smile slowly cracked and shattered your defeated mien. Yes, you could do that. You were a ghoul, after all. You were no longer the same fragile human who relied on other people to handle your problems and protect you. You were different now; stronger and tougher. You were certain you could take his wife down. If your memory served you right, ukaku was weak against koukaku.

Fortunately, your target was the only one in the house.

Kicking the door down, you scanned the room for her existence. You didn’t have to wait long, however, because Touka soon appeared with her kakugan activated.

“Who are you?!” she snarled, body tensed in a flight or fight mode.

You didn’t answer and opted to smirk instead. “So, this is the King’s wife, huh? Quite pretty, might I say.” Your smirk widened in response to her colder glare. “I’m afraid you won’t be able to live any longer, though.”

“What the hell do you mean–?”

Touka promptly dodged your thrust, but not quick enough to avoid a small scratch on her cheek. Hissing, she manifested her ukaku and started shooting spike-like projectiles in your direction. You smiled and leaped backward, essentially bringing the fight outside. There weren’t any people in the neighborhood, strangely enough, but it was good. Nobody would become collateral damage, and you hated dragging the innocents to your battles.

Large cracks and crystallized kagune deformed the once smooth ground and busted the neighboring houses. It was obvious the longer you both fought, the more exhausted you seemed. And yet, you persisted and kept attempting to stab her to no avail. Her agile movements and light kagune ensured she evaded your strikes easily. Have you been underestimating her or have you been weakening? 

It couldn’t be it… right? You’d worked your way to become an S rank ghoul, and you’d devoured ghouls before. Your hands had been repeatedly stained by the death of investigators and ghouls alike. You’d spent days and nights training relentlessly so you wouldn’t have to depend on anyone else again.

No, it wasn’t because you were weak or anything embarrassing like that. It was because–

“Touka-chan!”

– She was his wife.

Kaneki rushed to her aid while you landed a few meters away from them, watching the way he examined her body for any sign of injury. And her daughter, sweet little Ichika that you only saw from the pictures your association had given you, fussed over her well-being. She finally noticed your reticent being, and that was when you realized just how… similar she looked to him. Same hair color, same innocent face, same large eyes.

She resembled Kaneki so much it physically hurt you to see her any longer.

“[N-Name]-chan? Is that… is that you?” Your melancholic eyes glided to his dilated ones, a hand clutching your constricting chest. Kaneki gaped at your disheveled state, and you wondered if there was anything positive behind that expression. If he was happy to meet you again as you’d always imagined.

He probably didn’t, the pessimistic voice within you said. Who would be happy to see their old friend harming their lover? Shoulders slumped, you lowered your gaze sadly once the consequences of your rash actions sunk in. Did he hate you now? Was he going to avenge her now?

Was he going to hurt you like he always did with his obliviousness?

There was no answer to that. You didn’t allow yourself the closure you so desperately needed because you immediately spun and fled. Tears flowed from your eyes as you jumped from one building to another, unaware of the hand that yearned to touch you again.

[tenthgrove]

Yandere Prompt Event- Bucciarati and Abbacchio with 95, 96 and 129 (SFW)

You always like arriving first.

The cafe you are sitting in is busy- good, but it still lies well within Bucciarati’s territory- very bad. The waitresses all look at you as though they know what is is you’ve gotten yourself into. This isn’t the first time you’ve used this as a meeting spot.

Hopefully, you won’t need to come here again.

Your eyes dart up as the doorbell rings. Bruno Bucciarati and his accomplice, Leone Abbacchio, step inside, the former giving a curt smile to the waitress as the latter scours the room from you. Your stomach sinks. They’re here.

“Tesorina mia,” Bruno softly exclaims as he crosses the floor towards you. He smiles as he reaches your table, pulling out a seat first for Leone and then himself, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes the way it usually does. That unnerves you a lot.

“Wanna tell us what that look’s for?” Leone grumbles. You almost shrink back in fear, the terror in your face uncontrollable. Leone leans forward with eyes of fire. “Why are you so afraid of me?” he presses you, each word critical and icy clear.

“Leone, please,” Brunosaves you. “There’s no need for that, our little Topolina’s just a bit socially anxious, yes?”

“Yes,” you concur. “Sorry, Leone.”

“Now,” Bruno brings you both back on track. “First of all I wanted to give my thanks for your coming here. It is most kind of you to agree to keep meeting with us, especially when I cantell the stress you’ve been under lately.”

“Well, it was uhh, the least I could do,” you respond procedurally. “You saved me, from that awful situation. It was the least I could do to pay you back.”

Bruno smiles again, and this time, it seems just a tad more genuine. Did you imagine how he looked before.

“You’re very sweet, darling,” Bruno says, as though he doesn’t know he’s practically forcing you to continue seeing them in spite of your clear discomfort in their presence. You’re snapped out of your thoughts as his smile falls. “But I must say we’ve been a little concerned, lately. If there’s something we should know, it’s alright for you to tell us.”

“I… um…” panic fills you. Do they know? “Everything is fine! I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Don’t play coywith us!” Leone demands. “We know who you’ve been seeing!”

“Seeing?” you respond perplexed. “But I haven’t been seeing anyone except my friends! You were always fine with that before!”

“Darling, darling,” Bruno hushes you. “What we’re concerned about is less who you’re seeing, but what they’ve been saying to you. Nothing else.”

“You’ve been spying on me? What the hell is wrong with you?!” you snap, regretting it at once. Bruno looks saddened. Leone looks angered.

“Darling, do you really not believe we’d do it to protect you?” Bruno asks.

“I knew it! They said something to you, didn’t they? They’re only trying to tear us apart! But it’s okay, I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen!” Abbacchio half-shouts, rising to his feet. A few patrons look around, but don’t intervene. Bruno gets up swiftly after him, placing a warning hand on your chest. “Leone, there’s no need for that. If they’ve been lead astray, we need to be gentle with them.”

You really don’t like the way they’re talking about you. If only you hadn’t been so foolish as to sit against the wall you would be fleeing right now. You sink against the back of your chair.

“Look, I don’t want to argue I just-”

“Darling,” Bruno interrupts you firmly. “Are you or are you not making plans to get away from us?”

Your breath spasms. You want to cry but you’re trying desperately not to. Bruno puts his hand on your wrist, both a comfort and a warning. “Tell us, Tesoro,” he demands.

“Yes!” You blurt out. “I’ve had enough! You want to be my boyfriends but I don’t! And every time I tell you this you just become pushier! So for the love of god Bruno, I don’t want to see you again!”

For a moment, Bruno and Leone both go terrifyingly still. Should you run? Should you beg? Bruno wipes a strand of hair from his eyes and sighs. Time is up.

“We didn’t want to do this (y/n), but you leave us no choice. Rest assured that, as always, this is for your own good. Leone?”

Leone, sitting closest to you out of the two, withdraws something from his pockets. It presses against your abdomen. Knife.

“Bruno- you-”

“Don’t be scared. We just going to get in the car back to our place and then it will all be okay,” Bruno insists.

“You wouldn’t-”

“No, we wouldn’t. We aren’t going to hurt you at all. But you are going to come with us.”

Your chest sinks as you realise you don’t have a choice. Wiping away tears, you stand on shaky feet and make your way with them to the door. Bruno puts an arm over your shoulder and rubs it gently. “You’re ours. You hear me? ours. They can try to steal you away from us, but I won’t let them.”

[starscat]

some more moodboards from this past week~

[henryjekyllyoureadevil]

Jekyll, looking over a pretty pendant Lanyon just gifted him: this is gorgeous, where did you get it?

Lanyon, still scrubbing out the blood from his blouse: family heirloom

[hamliet]

Something that has always annoyed me about this fandom is the ableism disguised as a joke, particularly concerning Mutsuki. Everything Mutsuki does as a result of his mental instability always comes off as "ahah yandere!" to this people, and a large chunk of people within the fandom love to use his mental illness as a reason to hate him and praise Touka, because you know they both have vaginas and love the same man therefore this a competition /lol/. I'm tired of the lack of perspective.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeep. Actually Mutsuki’s issues (while it could have been framed better to make it clearer) basically deconstructed the yandere trope but pointing out what might make someone become like that, and how desperate, despairing, and tragic it is. Mutsuki was crying when he begged Kaneki to come back at :re. No one talked about that or noticed for weeks after. Again, I think framing is part of the problem there, but it does kind of make you think outside the box for what a yandere is, and why they are the way they are. I think that’s something a lot of fans are resistant too, hence why they struggle to accept Mutsuki’s redemption (again with that whole thing, I totally think it should have been better written, but a lot of the protests I saw were not related to that).

That’s partially why I do want Mutsuki and Touka to at least talk once in canon, because I would love to see that trope fall apart (hey, Shuu and Touka are now friends so that’s part of it too) and to end the whole “competition” idea because it’s kinda distasteful. Both Touka and Mutsuki are awesome.

[persephone-damnedqueen]

I'll take "Things you shouldn't say to a Yandere" for 500 please.

[purpleyoonn]

Dance of Time tg.

D A N C E   O F   T I M E

“A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.” -Bukowski

Summary: You were finally back in the hometown you left right after graduation, researching the mysterious manor that laid outside of the town limits. Your family was acting weird, and the owner of the manor seemed to know more about you than he should. Everything changed when you entered the manor, and you weren’t sure your dance with time was going to last very long.

Pairing: Vampire BTS x Human Reincarnated Reader

Status: Out now

Genre: soulmate au, reincarnation, yandere themes, possessive boys, angst, fluff,

Warnings: smut, violence, tempers, mentions of death, murder, some explicit descriptions of violence, blood,

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