#yandere the shape

[yanderes-galore]

My second. I wish I could be chattier, but there's so many.

Trickster and Shape rivalry (DBD) (Both romantic)

The dynamics of these two is literally that one Barbie mugshot meme.... These two are difficult together so I hope this is fine? This is a fan made version of the DBD 2v8 mode.

Yandere! The Trickster vs The Shape

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Violence, Blood, Murder, Stalking, Manipulation, Sadism, Dubious relationship(s).

First of all, these two are like the polar opposites of one another.

Trickster is flashy, makes his hunts and kills all a show.

He loves the attention, loves the fear...!

Yet, Myers?

Michael Myers has always preferred to stalk from the shadows, to silently observe.

Then pounces when the time is right.

The two have vastly different approaches when it comes to their obsessions.

Before having them both in one match, you've no doubt had encounters with both killers.

You've evaded the flying knives coming from Trickster, along with his deranged giggles and sadistic chases.

You've dealt with a hidden from Michael's persistent stalking.

You've died by their hands, you've escaped their grasp...

Although you slowly begin to notice both killers easing up on you.

Other killers aren't as merciful, often hunting you as usual.

Yet you've noticed Trickster being more playful with his chases... Still making you bleed, yet usually allowing you to escape more often.

Even Michael just observes you from afar, picking off other survivors around you while allowing you to leave.

You wonder if they're toying with you.

Especially when Trickster starts pinning you against ruined walls and Michael keeps trying to corner you in matches.

Trickster is more... on the nose.

He's flirtatious, leaning in close with a chuckle to see you squirm.

Meanwhile Michael is always on who likes to stare, lightly touching your skin and hair... His intentions are unknown.

Both killers clearly seem to have an attachment to you.

Although, they are completely unaware of the other killer being obsessed with the same survivor.

That is until The Entity introduces a new game...

Eight survivors... and two killers.

It's only a matter of time before you encounter Trickster and Michael in the same match.

Eight new prey to hunt... yet they're both only interested in one.

I imagine this rivalry would have to start with the two having separate obsessions with you.

Both killers, for one reason or another, have you as their favorite prey to hunt.

So, when placed in a situation where both killers have access to you, at first they aren't aware of one another's obsession.

Until they see the other interact with you.

The moment Trickster sees you're in his match, he forgoes pursuing any other survivor and hunts you.

Trickster thinks nothing of it when he corners you like usual.

He's being playful, complimenting you and grinning.

Although it feels like he's being stalked.

Michael, being one to carefully observe, no doubt sees how Trickster reacts with you.

Which results in him stalking closer, pushing Trickster off you, and blocking you from the other killer.

This 2v8 match quickly becomes both killers competing on who can get you first.

They get rid of other survivors, yes, but there's so much infighting between them.

You have never seen two killers fight one another.

Yet there's several times the two hit each other, blood spilling onto the grass.

They don't seem all that hurt... but there's definitely tension.

You spend the entire match working on generators, watching your fellow survivors get picked off one by one.

You know their end goal.

You've seen how they act alone with you.

You're currently seeing them fighting one another in this trial.

You know what they want.

Michael is silent the whole time, but he's only getting more irritated with Trickster.

Trickster, however, is much more vocal with his curses.

The two are like territorial animals trying to secure prey.

As you near being the last survivor, you begin to try figuring out ways to flee.

You may not die in this match... but it's hard to tell.

The two can't kill another, making it a large game of keep away.

Even if you escape their grasp... It's not like you can leave for long.

How long until you have normal matches with either killer?

Will they be more intense?

Actually, how long until you're put in another 2v8 match with them?

Does the outcome of the rivalry even matter at this point?

You're in what's essentially a cage with two predators fighting over prey...

Death is not an escape, those doors or that hatch isn't either, you can't escape your bloody fate.

[5eraphim]

Okay so this has been stuck in my head for WEEKS and I finally decided to stop bein scared and ask you to write about it lol

So as a DBD player, I got to thinking that it would be kinda cool if survivors could fight the killer even if it was just once per round and then this scenario popped into my head.

How would Killer react to Survivor!Reader biting them as a defense/distraction/etc? My favs are The Shape, The Executioner, and The Mastermind! Headcannons would be amazing but if you could maybe branch out to make one a one-shot kinda deal? Maybe NSFW if you feel spicy?

P.S your writing and fics LITERALLY give me life YOU’RE SO GOOD 😭🧡

My deepest apologies for how long this has been rotting in my inbox, I thought this prompt was a lot of fun, and again, I'm sorry it took forever for me to get around to answering this. Hope you enjoy all the same!

Characters: Michael Meyers, Albert Wesker, Pyramid Head (Dead By Daylight)

Rating: R (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE!!)

Content Warnings: Yandere, smut, noncon, stalking, choking, violence, sacrificed to the entity, predator/prey dynamics, obsession, sadism and masochism, reader is kept gender neutral

Word Count: 1.6k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

The Shape

It's almost too predictable for a killer like Michael Myers to wind up in a situation like this. As the survivor he brought with him into the entity's realm made physical payback, her signature, Micheal can't help but attract the "feisty" type.

A man hiding behind a mask, Michael competes with fierce determination and an almost primal compulsion to hunt, stalk, and slaughter like no other. Of the three, Myers would be the most likely to anticipate physical retribution from a survivor, according to him, all part of the hunt. 

Myers prefers to remain hidden by shadows as long as possible, awaiting his perfect opportunity to go in for a decisive kill. But remaining hidden in the dark is a luxury you don't have at your disposal on account of being Myer's obsession.

You didn't want it to come to this. Even before the match started, you prayed to fight any killer, but Myers, your disappointment only grew as you realized minutes later that you were his obsession.

The idea of fighting back physically was a spur-of-the-moment decision; you knew you only had one chance of pulling this off, and if you missed, your fate would be sealed. You usually weren't one to opt for such a risky strategy, but you were too blinded by your fear of Myers. You would do anything to get away.

Even though you couldn't see him, you could feel Myers' eyes locked in on you, no doubt following and trailing you from behind. The paranoia was torture, but you forced yourself to stay strong and ignore Myers, to focus solely on supporting your team. 

When Myers inevitably tracked you down and caught you after getting distracted by something else, you had so much pent-up nervous aggression that you couldn't hold back your body's instinct to fight back.

Fear overtook any lingering traces of rationality as you struggled blindly against Myers, but you had just enough determination reserved to take aim and fire a single punch, aiming for his head, landing against the cheek of the mask; it was just enough to disorient him long enough for you to wriggle free.

Despite the offense, Myers didn't think you had it in you to fight back like that. It excited him! As though you were holding back on him before, and now you were starting to fight back like you really meant it!

After enduring the pressure of being his obsession and succumbing to the fear of it all, you little humanity left to hold onto, almost nothing but your primal fight or flight instincts; it was truly a beautiful sight for him to behold.

The next time he cornered you, Myers decided he ought to follow your lead, only instead of going for your head, he would go for your throat, not with the knife, but with his hand.

And for just a moment, he'd keep you there. Only needing one hand around your throat to keep your entire body pinned into place on the wall behind you. Wood planks made contact with your back at odd angles, the dull pain radiating up and down your spine as you were face to face with Myers, close enough to hear his breathing behind the mask while he observed your face- knowing you believed he was seconds away from slitting your throat. 

Likely, as Myers holds you in such a compromising position, he takes out all his own pent-up frustrations on you. Leaving bitemarks all over your neck and shoulders while he quickly shreds the clothes from your body.

Just as you gave into primal fight-or-flight instincts, he was giving into his own primal urges. He'd won the hunt, and now it was time to let his libido take charge. Half-undressed, he ruts against you, and you can hear his heartbeat racing. Maybe even feel his body warming as his blood flows rapidly, but he remains as silent as a corpse.

After having his fun, Myers will take great pleasure in sacrificing you to the entity. Even if he couldn't take down everyone on your team before this, the opportunity to sacrifice his obsession in such a thrilling bloodbath overshadowed any regular trial as a ruthless killer. 

The Mastermind

It wouldn't take more than an instance of fighting back physically against him for Wesker to decide to hunt you down right away. He would've never suspected another survivor would be bold enough to try something like this on him. Wesker wants to know what makes you think you're strong enough to try something like this.

His reaction would be determined primarily by what point in the trial you try this.

Albert might think it's insufficient enough to ignore if it's early or if he's doing well.

But given how infamous of a hothead he can be, more often than not, any time you try this, expect to be met with hostility.

Wants to see you go from physically resistant to begging him for mercy. On the outside, he pretends to see brats like you as nothing but a petty annoyance to be dealt with, but on the inside, he absolutely loves doing this; keeping the weak in check is how he stays strong.

Wesker doesn't exactly get any legitimate pleasure from being hurt, but he will tap into the pain when fighting back. He does this partly out of loyalty and obligation to the entity but equally out of a petty vengeance to hurt you back twice as hard as you hurt him.

Wesker waits patiently before fighting back, taking care of those annoying teammates first to give you his undivided attention. As well as strategically lying in wait after the confrontation before striking while your guard is down. 

The very first thing Wesker does after tracking you down is wounding you exactly where you hurt him, though he's sure not to let you go until he's drawn blood.

Don't expect him to show you any mercy from here. Might go as far as pushing you down, wiping his shoes against your back as you writhe below, trying to squirm out from under his boot.

It's good foreplay for him, seeing the foolish survivor who dared to fight back, bleeding and barely alive. He won't fuck you in the muck for his own sake, of course. Wesker will push you up against a wall face first while he is taking you from behind.

If he's feeling especially good after sweeping a trial, he might leave you with just enough life to hold onto while you crawl to the hatch. More likely, you won't live long after such a brutal session. But even if you don't die, Wesker will be sure to leave you so beaten and tormented you'll regret trying to fight him like that and won't want to try again. Even if Wesker secretly hopes you will.

The Executioner

While the others welcome the resistance, even if only to crush it, Pyramid Head would likely resent you for trying to physically challenge the killer and disrupt the natural order of things. It was an injustice, and it was imperative to punish you for this.

Imagine playing as a "Gen-Jockey" survivor, the kind of teammate who provides the bare minimum to the rest of the team, putting your own survival above the lives of your teammates, the type of survivor Pyramid Head hated the most. A coward.

All that to say, it was an extreme shock after he cornered you and felt your teeth sinking into the exposed flesh above his glove. 

While you were combative and aggressive now, Pyramid Head knew you couldn't keep this up forever. You were, to him, nothing but a coward deep down. Even if you wanted to pretend like you had any real fight of your own, it wouldn't be long before you surrendered to your own exhaustion. Perhaps he was even doing this as his way of offering you a "fair shot" to find your way out before he got his hands on you. Like he would ever let that happen.

Since you tried to bite him earlier, he'd punish you by fucking you from behind, bent over a broken desk crushing your face against the hardwood surface. He was an inescapable force while you were powerless to stop any of this from below.

Would only give into his beastial nature to hurt and fuck you if he's already managed to kill the rest of your team. It's not his style to slaughter his obsession until he's taken care of the others, and he doesn't want to let anyone pass by without judgment.

If he doesn't get this opportunity during the trial, Pyramid Head will fantasize about killing you off last while staying buried inside you, feeling your pathetic body crumbling and going limp beneath him.

Paradoxical feelings of sadism and protectiveness for you as Pyramid Head is obsessed with being the only one alloweed to hurt you, judge your soul, or torture you. But all this cruelty is undermined by his motivation to keep you from getting hurt by others.

He is most likely to let you live after making love because the instant gratification of an orgasm, as well as the satisfaction of punishing you himself, will keep him from sending you up to the entity. 

Consider this Pyramid Head's very niche kind of post-nut clarity.

[yanmuffins]

speaking of a p&f! reader x gravity falls crossover, nobody can convince me mabel wouldn’t have the biggest crush on damian when she came by to visit the manor. alternatively, p&f! reader just deciding to go and spend a week at her friend’s shack in gravity falls and damian, flabbergasted that father has agreed to this nonsense, decides to burden himself with going with them. for supervision, of course.

it’s… an eventful week.

[hana-no-seiiki]

sorn from bg3 (the male prostitute drow) is such a mood cause like people always get flustered whenever i use nicknames on them (like baby/sweetheart/etc). i’ve been called all the petnames too (my current favorite being cloudhead/mooncake atm) and those that i date often tell me that it makes their heart stutter when i use those

but on the other hand i get so unbelievably and irrationally flustered n shy when people who don’t usually call me by my name just use ‘yun’ like smiling and butterflies and all augh

and my friends keep calling me out saying i act like a horny/fetishizing/problematic teenager despite having the vanilla fantasies of a victorian woman

SO I WAS THINKING

QUICK YANDERE SOFT PRETTY BOI SEX WORKER BRAINROT??

could be a camboy, host club worker, pornstar, etc. your choice and imagination

Like ya boi who’s whole job it is to fulfill the most depraved fantasies imaginable. Who lived almost his whole life doing all sorts of kinks and fetishes

but absolutely crumbles when you ask him to have sex with him in the missionary position and maybe even the lights off

like he’ll join massive orgies no problem. host/strip for celebrities like it’s no business

but when you ask if you can hold his hand while you two make love. or kiss him gently with all the love in your eyes

he just

he just ceases to function.

you aren’t a regular of his, as much as he hates that fact. but everytime you schedule a meeting with him, he just has this dopey smile on his face and he’ll often uncontrollably giggle and squeal when you hit him up.

he has some pretty rich and dangerous clients

so sometimes he may or may not drug you when you visit him sometimes.

i mean you can’t blame him if your legs are too weak the next morning (or afternoon/evening, this man has stamina) or if you only wanted to have a nice chit chat but suddenly that pink sweater you bought him started to look really nice especially with his even prettier legs exposed like that.

opens up an exclusive rent-a-boyfriend offer but in actuality it’s just you in that list

overall a menace

you know how some of my readers uses yan harem to beat the yan harem

he definitely uses his fans/clients to keep you leashed

besides, no one else can serve you like he can, so might as well stay for some more hm?

[pandoracallstopolice]

I just... Um... I just uuh....

I love him😳

Thanks to @qep0ermint for this man. 🤲❤️

[puppysnuff]

unintentional ♡

[c00kie-d0e]

I FOUND THIS THING ON THE GROUND WHOSE REGULAR GUY IS THIS

[needleanddead]

i think rose should get to top sometimes. as a treat.

[envihellbender]

yandere dbd killers of your choice headcanons

The Legion

Legion do not have relationships outside of each other, not platonic or romantic. After a while they even push away their own family, although those relationships are so broken that there isn’t anything worth saving. Whilst Frank and Jules are the two in a romantic relationship, they all actually have a connection that is far stronger than anything platonic or romantic. Susie has had sex with Jules, and Frank with Joe. They regularly kiss and cuddle each other, hold each other’s hands and the like. They even sleep in the same bed, all curled up together like kittens, when sleeping at the ski lodge.

The four of them have a black cord necklace each, in that necklace there are two pendants. One of them is a heart split into four, similar to one of those best friends necklaces but divided between all of them instead. The other is a small glass vial, it’s spherical and inside it is a mixture of all four of their blood. So no matter where they are, each of them has a small amount of the other members of Legion. They are always together, their life source is always mixed. They can’t be split up, not ever.

Whenever they are split up they begin to feel physical and psychological agony, all four of them say that they feel as if one of their limbs has been ripped from their body. Susie howls as she cries, yelling and screaming. She hyperventilates and if she’s able she eats until she vomits. Frank lashes out at everything and everyone around him, he kicks, throws, bites, and punches. He yells and shouts until someone reunites Legion. Joe turns his aggression and upset inward, he becomes so quiet he is almost completely nonverbal. He picks at his skin until it bleed. Jules chewed on her nails until they were ripped from her hands but she was always ended up being more proactive in her upset. She was always the one dragging Legion back together.

The Pig

Amanda is so romantic! Such a sweetheart. That’s why she has your home filled with security cameras, for your safety. She cares so much, she’s also going to give your family and friends the same deal. It’s okay you don’t have to make them agree, she can do it discreetly so no one knows but everyone is safe. Don’t think too much about it, I mean, sure she may just show up somewhere unannounced that you never told her you were just nipping into for a few minutes. You probably did tell her though, you’re always so forgetful!

She takes your kink a little far, sure but maybe she’s just such a good actress. I mean, how hot was it when you were tied down on the gurney she uses for her victims and she was talking about the microchip she was injecting into you. I mean, obviously it’s fake. And the fact that you can’t take off that collar that’s a little thicker than you’d expect and sometimes gives you a small static shock when you act in ways she doesn’t like�� It’s a coincidence, of course it is.

You know, things would be so much easier if you just let her take care of you. Wouldn’t it be nice if you didn’t have to make any decisions any more? If she got to choose what you are, how you dressed, who you saw, if she was in charge of what chores you did, if you only did what she asked like make her dinner and you both helped each other bathe… It would help keep the romance alive. Plus, you were never very good at doing that stuff on your own, were you?

The Trickster

Ji-Woon loved every single one of his fans, in the same way a god loved the beings who worshiped them. In full knowledge of their inferiority, but also prone to smiting those who dare to not be faithful to him. That is how he saw the relationship between himself and his fans, they would worship him and put him before themselves. For they were his, he owned them. Whenever he asked for them to prove it, well, failing his test of loyalty would be deadly. For even if he didn’t care for any of them, they were still his, and he didn’t share.

It was not uncommon for Ji-Woon to have favourites, perhaps he’d pick up a beautiful young man - one of the many who waited outside his stage door just for a chance to briefly see their star. This young man would become Ji-Woon’s boy, his pet. He’d be constantly kept next to him, he’d be on a beautifully custom made silver collar and lead. If Ji-Woon was angry with him for whatever reason one of his staff held the lead instead. Reasons he’d be angry included not being sufficiently delighted to see him or daring to look at a person who was not Ji-Woon.

All Ji-Woon’s pets followed a strict diet - it changed depending on his whims for that particular toy. Some he’d wish to keep lithe, some he’d want to gain weight, it all depended on what he desired and it was their job to deliver it to him. Ji-Woon chose what clothes they were, and even who they were allowed to speak to. They weren’t allowed to touch or be touched by anyone but Ji-Woon, and of course their god did not serve them but they served him. He would never lower himself to fuck his pets, simply have them lap at his cunt and his asshole, if he desired it he may ride their cock, or ride a strap on which they were laid beneath him. They were an object, nothing more, but they were his.

The Ghost Face

Jed Olsen wanting to report on Ji-Woon, the K-Pop sensation who was actually coming to Florida to everyone’s delight, was extremely out of character. He enjoyed reporting on crimes, the more gruesome the better, not the sort of thing that belonged in gossip rags. For some reason, alongside the discussions of the Ghost Face murders he was talking about Ji-Woon’s latest sold out tour? In fact he did so so intensely he ended up with something of a teen girl following.

Somehow Jed had gained a great deal of knowledge about Ji-Woon. Of course he used his technological prowess and investigative skills to discover anything about him from his past. Such as his birth name and his identity in his home town. He also set up a Grindr profile to communicate with him whenever he was local, by doing so he was inside. He was on his phone, and thus in his pocket. It didn’t take long to see what they both had in common.

Of course Ji-Woon would never willingly enter a relationship with Jed Olsen, so he did the following things: track his movements through his mobile phone, ensure whenever he step foot in the United States he was being tailed and Jed had constant updates, and eventually when Ji-Woon went back to his home country, a grant to report on the organised crime in Seoul meant he had an excuse to tighten his grip. It wouldn’t be long until Ji-Woon was devoting himself to Jed, he could feel it.

The Shape

Whenever Michael felt any form of sexual or romantic attraction his initial response was panic. He needed to stab the object of his affection repeatedly, to make them stop moving and to cause as much blood to appear as possible. It was the only way he could deal with his feelings, so of course when the Entity took him these thoughts did not change. He simply had a new avenue to exercise his needs, he had survivors who were occasionally so beautiful to him he had to torment and destroy them. That is how he felt when he first laid eyes upon Felix Richter. He felt this strong, obsessive, possessive claim to him, and it made him want to rip his body to pieces.

Michael wasn’t entirely sure what it was about Felix that enraptured him, but every single trial he found his anxiety and pain resurfacing. He wasn’t dead, not truly. The Entity was bringing him back again and again and again, despite what pain it cause Michael. So he had to kill Felix repeatedly, getting more brutal and sadistic each time, in an attempt to deal with what Felix was putting him through.

It was Frank who told him Felix and David were in a relationship, and despite Michael’s hatred of Felix that made him even angrier. He was his. He didn’t belong to anyone else, especially not some pathetic little nobody who would kiss, suck, bite, and fuck Felix. No one could possibly be touching or having sex with him, no Felix was pure and he couldn’t be corrupted in that way. The idea that he wasn’t simply existing to be purified by Michael made him want to claw his skin off. David didn’t deserve to be stabbed by him, to have Michael on top of him draining the life out of him, but he never felt angrier than when he pictured David trying to take Felix away from him.

[prettywarriors]

[yanderes-galore]

Hello! I'd like a Michael Myers (DBD) romantic concept, please!

He acts the same in DBD or not so I will focus on him in trials for this.

Yandere! DBD! Michael Myers Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Violence, Murder mention, Blood, Manipulation, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Michael Myers in any setting is a yandere hard to predict.

He's a yandere who focuses more on stalking during his obsession than physical contact.

He stands back... watches... and waits to pounce.

Myers doesn't really change when he's brought into the trials of The Entity.

He still gets to inflict his desire to kill, plus Laurie's here too.

Myers is a force of nature, it's both plausible yet hard to see him so attached to someone.

Although it would make sense for him to have an obsession one way or another, similar to how he is with Laurie in the movies.

His obsession with you doesn't start romantic.

If you can even call it that.

It starts like a typical obsession during a trial.

A favorite victim.

Dying in a loop to Myers seems like a horrible fate...

But in this realm it's quite normal to experience such pain.

It just means you begin to adapt to the stalking killer.

Myers primarily likes to watch you.

Doing generators, unhooking survivors, just running across the environment...

Myers isn't far from you.

Through watching you he may develop some sort of attraction.

It's intense like romantic attraction but when it comes to Myers... it's hard to tell?

All you know is he either saves you for last or leaves you alone completely.

Sometimes he likes to corner you, other times he lets you leave.

He's... strange.

It's really hard to tell what he's thinking.

Michael Myers is known as evil itself to some people.

Even you believe that.

Which only makes it more baffling when you see him go easy on you at times.

You certainly are his favorite victim, his obsession, yet you can't tell in what sense.

Michael Myers isn't usually very affectionate.

The most you get is him holding you, his breath muffled by the mask.

That or a rough and bruising grip as he studies you, touching your hair an observing you.

Kissing isn't really something I can see him doing unless he just... presses the mask to your skin? A mock kiss, essentially.

He finds you appealing but can't quite show it?

It's hard to say if he's jealous or just killing survivors around you because he can.

He's a wildcard, even if you grow used to his behavior you still don't know his exact feelings.

The thought makes you uneasy.

No one, not even Laurie, knows what he's thinking.

All you can do is feel relieved when he leaves you be while also playing your cards right when he corners you.

If you tried to give physical affection as a way to get away, he'd react to it.

It's unnatural to him yet he doesn't mind it if you cling to him.

Is this why he likes you so much?

Even in this Realm you probably will never get used to the bloodied masked man who stalks you.

He may show favoritism towards you but that does not mean you trust him in the slightest.

In my eyes, Michael Myers is a yandere who just likes to watch his darling for the most part.

Physical affection is rare and is usually rough with a hint of possession.

Overall, Michael Myers is a yandere who is unpredictable and quiet in nature.

One moment he'll spare you, holding you like you're the most precious thing in the world...

The next he'll cut you just to see how you bleed onto him.

[on-leatheredwings]

idc idc lets make specific readers!!!! fat readers, bi readers, trans readers, black readers, asian readers, indigenous readers, disabled readers, wheelchair-bound readers, tall readers, short readers, audhd readers, yandere readers !

[kheyys-worms]

So yeah, I wrote something based on this art I made :))

CW/TW: unrequited love, description of nightmares, hallucination, unhealthy obsession, violence, delusions. (Tell me if I miss any warnings please!)

Azul had a huge crush on you. You who had piqued his interest from day one and who's always been there for him. Recently he can feel himself falling more and more in love with every little things and every little moments you have with him. Such as running with him when you both are late to class, walking with him after school, and all the comfort you had given whenever he's not feeling like his best.

He plans on confessing to you in writings, where he has poured all of his feelings and proclamation of love in neat cursives. A classic love letter.

Although he hasn't found the right time to give you his letter yet, so it sits in his desk drawer where only he can access. By day, he'd fantasize in his VIP room as he go through the Mostro Lounge's income, on how he'd deliver his words of love to you and how you would answer. Should he try to woo you with dinner first? Or would it be better to just send the letter straight to your dorm? These thoughts stay with him even after he closes up the lounge.

When night times come, however, when he's back to the confines of his bedroom, the octo-mer is losing his sleep almost every night. Unbeknownst to everyone, he's being plagued by nightmares that prevents him from getting a good night rest.

In his dream, he finds himself being tangled in inky black tentacles, drowning him in a suffocating darkness unlike the sea. And from the corner of his eyes, he could see the end of the tentacles belonging to a silhouette of a mer. Watching, observing from afar.

There were voices that whispered to his ears. Sinister voices that tries to pull him in, to be with them, join them, accept them, let them out.

He'd jolt awake in the middle of the night with ragged breath and would notice the little black stains on his pillow. He'd then simply dismiss them as tears-mixed-ink with a scowl on his face, not really liking that involuntary biological reaction of his. Reminding him of darker times.

On nights like this he'd refuse to fall back asleep. Too terrified to face whatever's waiting for him when he closes his eyes. So he opted to stay up for the rest of the night and think of you instead. He'd reach for a pillow and clutched it tightly to his chest, lamenting silently. Oh how he wished you could be here to comfort him in these tiring nights instead.

Still, you both are just friends. At least, he hopes that when he gives you his letter, you'd reciprocate his feelings and you both could be more than that. Maybe you'd even let yourself be called as his.

Not wanting to face his night terrors alone anymore, he decided he'll be brave and hand you the letter tomorrow.

- - - - - - -

The next day, Azul looks for you after the afternoon classes have ended. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was painted pink, the perfect set for a romantic confession. Oddly lacking that suave and confident persona he'd usually put up. Only you could have ignited these feelings within him, making him feel so nervous just like when he was still a clumsy little octo-mer.

When he reached your classroom, he saw you were still sitting in your seat. The sunlight perfectly falling on your beautiful smile and your laughter rings in the empty classroom.

But you weren't alone, and you weren't smiling at him. You were with another man and your eyes were focusing on him instead. Gazing at him so lovingly, an expression that matches the one on that other man.

You don't notice Azul by the door. And when that man places his hand on your cheek and leans in for a kiss, you don't hear the footsteps of a broken-hearted man running away from the door. His crumpled and torn letter being the only thing left behind to indicate his presence was ever there.

- - - - - - -

Azul doesn't remembered how he got to his room, how he crumbled instantly on his bed and cried. He hated it, crying makes him feel so weak. It brings him back to his shameful and pathetic past-self. But you were the one who had torn down all the walls he had build up all these years, making him so soft and vulnerable. It's your fault that he's falling apart like this. He hated it, but he doesn't have it in his heart to blame you. You've been nothing but kind to him after all...

And that man… why?! WHY??! Why would you have chosen anyone other than him??? You would be in a better relationship if you're going out with him! Why would you chose that nobody instead of him?! The more he thought about it, the more he can't help but compare and degrade himself, that he might not be as good as he thought. Not smart enough, not handsome enough, not lovable enough. Not good enough for you.

He can hear the voices again, louder this time. Their whispers fill his room. He thought he might've fallen asleep with how tired all that crying had made him, not realizing that he's in fact, still wide awake.

The voices coo at him, pitying him. They want to help him, they say.

'I can help you achieve what you want. Help you receive the affection from that person you love.' The voices told him, being unusually gentle. Although he might've been too tired to miss the malevolence underneath its sweetness.

He doesn't realize that the tears dripping from his eyes are black, darker and thicker than the normal ink he'd produce. Nor the fact that he can no longer feel his legs, numbing and slowly unraveling his true form. His tentacles slithered around his bed, dripping with the same dark substance that paints his face and hands.

On the corner of his room, he could the see silhouette of the mer in his dream. Once hazy, now clear as the ocean.

The figure approached him closer, and closer. Until they- no, he. Until Azul can see the face of the mer in his dreams. A face that mirror his own, down to the beauty mark by his lips and his two striking, mad, blue eyes.

Although he looked different. More frenzied, more deranged.

The other him smiled wide and offer his hand. And the voices surrounding them amped up.

'Come, take my hand. Let me OUT.'

And in his desperation, he did.

- - - - - - -

His memory is a little fuzzy from the moment he regained his consciousness. He couldn't really recall what his dream was all about.

Something is different though, Azul thinks. He couldn't really pinpoint what it is, but he feels different. He feels... good. Great, even. He feels like he's gained a new kind of confidence in himself, like he could do anything and nothing in this world could stop him.

He thinks back to how he had ran away like a coward before he could confess to you. Before he could even make you notice his presence and make your focus stay on him. And only him. He needs to try harder than that.

And now with this newly found courage, he's off to find you and pick up the pieces that you had unknowingly torn. He'll make sure you'd know his overflowing feelings for you, he'll make sure that you'd understand, that you will accept these broken pieces that was his heart.

And he'll make sure that no one is going to stand in his way.

- - - - - - -

It was tougher than he had anticipated, convincing you to be his. You had rejected him, with the excuse that you don't feel the same and you both are simply friends. That you're already going out with someone else and what he's doing is madness.

Oh well, if that's the case, he just have to treat it like his usual business, right? All he had to do was remove his competitor from the picture, and you'll be free to reciprocate all his feelings. It's not that hard to rip apart that trash you called 'boyfriend' into a bloody mess with eight heavy and powerful tentacles at his disposal.

It certainly just as easy as how you had shred his heart, but he'll forgive you. It's not easy to stay angry at you all the time, he's just that in love with you.

And maybe you're right, he might've really gone mad. He's madly in love with you, that is.

And now that you're free, Azul is so happy! He could barely contained his excitement as he wraps your body in his tentacles. Twirling the both of you in a little dance under the flickering lights of the lounge and bringing you closer to him in the pitch black waters of Octavinelle's aquarium. You're still crying in his embrace. He thinks you must be as happy as he is, enough for you to shed tears and tremble in excitement.

As he wipes your tears with one of his tentacles, smearing the blot that drips like ink on you, he can't help but think how lovely you look in his colors. Maybe if he had listened the voices in his dreams sooner, you would've been by his side from the start. If he had accepted their help earlier, he would've received all you love by now.

But no matter. Everything still works out in the end. Azul has accepted every parts of his ugly self and set the both of you free. And now that he can call you his, both of you are now forever bounded in the embrace of the dark and endless sea of blot.

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a sea witches love potion

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WELL guess what happened in yesterday's roleplay??

Wiz asked Sci out (and had a panic attack while asking him) to pay his debt to Bill!Sans.

However-

-Sci didn't want to accept, but he felt pressured and gave in. Wiz noticed it but didn't say anything, just feeling like trash.

Who knows what will happen if Sci discovers that Bill made Wiz date him.

In a few hours (in RP) the date will begin.

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Bill!Sans belongs to hwamyong (RPed by @tecwizard) Yandere Sci belongs to @ask-yandere-sci HT!Wiz and art by me

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YEAH :)

new general/murdersim Ash ref come n get itttt

Ash (she/they/he) is mine >:)