#yandere website

[dark-side-blog3]

Vent art + crackfic

As silly as this is, it’s the only thought that gives me the energy to use Ao3. I hate the formatting— it takes so long to tag everything. Although it might just be that I’m not used to it (I’m hoping it’s that).

No real warnings, but it is a completely self indulgent crackfic about a personified ao3. And it’s an experimental piece that uses first person (usually I use second person perspective in my writing).

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Their hands claps each other as they rest their wrists on the counter— my counter. A flat ridge strains against their shirt, something of mine obviously stuffed under there. Likely a book or some flat box. The only things keeping their grey shirt from lettting the object slip and drop from their lap is the buttoned red blazer, and the tactful crossing of their legs on the barstool. They look less like they’re extorting me and more like they’re a giddy friend gossiping about some popular twitter drama I don’t know about, or some video essay they watched.

“We are not friends,” I say as I stand from the other side of the counter, close to a barstool myself. But I won’t sit down in their presence.

They smile, brows upturned as if they’re telling a poor soul something sweet as a public act of charity.

“I would like us to be friends. I only want to be here for you in your time of need; to help you.”

“I’m not working with you by choice, I’ve been forced.”

“A win is a win,” they laugh, dropping the charitable tone as they talk with a lazy grin.

They plant their feet on the floor and I take a second to get ready to run if they stand up, but instead of leaving their barstool, they pull the object out from under their shirt. The faded stickers on the top and scratches on the plastic of my laptop. Placing the laptop down on the counter, lifting the screen up and pressing the power button.

“I know you know this is for the best. I’m just a more reliable site. I accept all kinds of writers, you know. And your work isn’t going to get buried. You can even see how many times people open the fic— each first time, each reread… Wouldn’t you like that?” They prattle on as they type out my password for my accounts, the screen still facing away from them as they do so.

“It’s a shame you’ve been burned… But I’ll still be here for you, darling. I do hope your little sulk ends soon. You have so much work to do.”

Leaning harder against my cane, and pointedly refusing to sit next to the personification, I stare with what I can feel is a particularly judgemental look.

“Why aren’t you doing it if you can type without looking at the screen?”

They laugh, pushing the laptop towards me in an exaggerated sprawl over the table, an awful bit subtle noise of the laptop thumping against the counter. They stay like that a moment, feet planted on the floor and lifting their hips in the air for a minute or so, before slinking back into the barstool, lifting a knee to their chest.

“Because, daring: If I did the work for you, it’s not much of a punishment. You need to learn from your mistake. Using another site so frivolously, and saying you’d upload to me ages ago… And forgetting after a couple of fics. Now it’s harder for you. And a good deterrent for leaving me on the back burner… I should be your primary site. Maybe even your only site!”

I bristle at that, freezing up at all I would loose… But after a dramatic hum, and a blur of red and cream, they’ve slipped their way around the counter, coming up next to me. A gentle, but firm push on my shoulders and I’m forcibly sat in a barstool, my cane taken out of my hands and collapsed, folded into their cream slacks pocket.

“You’re too tired to even fight me about this… You shouldn’t be standing so long just to procrastinate, you know. Come on, I’ll help you tag the first few…”

[lycheeloving]

yandere!Bruce tries to keep you away from his vigilante life "for your own good", but you disagree <3

[mysteryflowers]

Ryoba's mother, Dozuki, has been added to the characters' page on the website

[weeeeeekly]

quarter life crisis – ot5 txt x afab!reader masterlist

blurb !!! Reincarnation can bring soulmates together despite their time apart. Being a huge fan of TOMORROW X TOGETHER helped you get through the struggles of entering early adulthood. You would thank them personally if you ever could but when you possibly get the chance it’s more than what you could ever hope for.

info !!! txt are still idols, reincarnation au, soulmates au, polyamory, throuple²… they’ll all eventually date each other, mc has mental health struggles, universe assigned lactose intolerance, mc is team no kids, glasses wearer, lives in the middle of fuck nowhere but still a city (just go with it), pet names used are "our love" and princess, & not edited.

wc: 25k total

WARNINGS !!! NSFW, MDNI, 18+, extremely self-indulgent, soft yandere!txt, mentions of mental health & self-harm (nothing graphic) for entire series

author’s note !!! this is fiction!!! this is made up!!! i do not condone breaking in, stalking, and other ulterior motives to get close to someone you are romantically interested in. mandatory note that i do not think txt act like this in real life.

why are there not more ot5!txt x fem/afab or gender-neutral reader… I also cannot come up with a blurb for the life of me, so please peep the info tags.

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CHAPTER ONE — 6/25/24

CHAPTER TWO — 6/26/24

CHAPTER THREE — 6/27/24

CHAPTER FOUR — 6/28/24

CHAPTER FIVE — 6/29/24

CHAPTER SIX — 7/01/24

CHAPTER SEVEN — 7/10/24

CHAPTER EIGHT — 7/19/24

CHAPTER NINE (NSFW) — 8/04/24

CHAPTER TEN (NSFW) — 8/07/24

CHAPTER ELEVEN — 8/14/24

COMPLETED.

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last updated august 14, 2024 aka national hyuka day

[slasherscream]

update: homelander lust is a bloodline curse

[cainpain]

Inkyu Basu redraw !!

I was in a drawing mood today and found out Inkyu got official art which is awesome, I'm pretty sure Sakyu got one like 4 days ago? I redrew her though because I had nothing better to do, and I do really like the cutesy pose !!

I tried referencing Kjechs style and rendering, but I'm not good at following another style 😭 I need to draw the Basu sisters more tbh. The smaller image is the original one btw !!

[loftedlow]

promise i’m not stalking your account bbg, i’m just enjoying your posts in particular 😘

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

Is ao3 a good fanfiction site or was i just on the Danganronpa side of it

[bf-rally]

outline of the logo! i decided to use one of my ocs on the side

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Curiosity has killed me. I am Dead. Morbid curiosity. Awful. Terrible. Your writing is great and if I had to learn how bedbugs reproduced, this is how I would choose to do so. From monster gore erotica.

Yeah.. they're evil little fuckers lol

So, I added the sac as a plausible monster explanation for the multiple impregnations, because when a bed bug injects sperm into a female it's enough for her to lay eggs for ten days straight. I wanted the monsters to be bed bug inspired, so I tried to put in multiple references to the IRL bug in the story, like how they find humans by smelling their carbon dioxide, or how a lot of bed bugs smell like rotting raspberries.

And his fluids do act like a warning to other males that three female had already been mated with, because getting stabbed in the side multiple times is not that great for their health lol it does leave scarring

Also, something I learned, while researching if an AFAB human reader would die during this process is that the uterus will heal itself if it gets a little hole in it ❤️

[moonlit-sweet-dreams]

They're nothing more than animals.

親愛なるタナトス　徒花

[mysteryflowers]

Horuda, Osana's Stalker, and the Ramen shop owner have been added to the characters page

[icedmetaltea]

I'm curious have you heard of wally darling from the website welcome home? Some people are thinking he might be a yandere or have yandere traits, or maybe he's good, ether way I can understand, he definitely gives me potential yandere vibes, I think he looks and sounds really cute too. Have you heard about him?

Pffff yes I've been seeing him all over my dash, the Welcome Home fandom seems to be making quite an entrance and I'm HERE for it.

To be quite honest I don't understand the appeal of Wally specifically, tho ofc I don't judge anyone who likes him! I also don't see the yandere vibes at the moment, atm all I see is that he has crazy expressions sometimes but that's about it, though it'll be super fun to see what the fandom does with him eheheh

I've seen such amazing, colorful and expressive art in the fandom already and I can't wait to see how it evolves :>

[kuunibal]

YOU KNOW HACKING!!

Not really, most of the information I acquire is what can readily be found on the Internet with some effort. I don’t have the technical skills required to break into anything haha.

[cocajimmycola]

i forgot i existed sorry guys. i found an ai website and ive been messing with it for hours LOL

[ozzgin]

Yandere! House Monster x Reader (II)

It’s officially a smutty sitcom: you, the oblivious gamer boyfriend, and the tentacle monster lurking in dark corners.

[First part]

Content: gender neutral reader, monster smut

Do monsters have a sense of humor? This creature seems to be greatly amused by the little "game" you've devised behind your boyfriend's back. Although you don't have much input in the affair, and most of the time you're merely a witness to the events unfolding before you (or in you).

First, there's the mild, inoffensive annoyances. "Babe, did you see my controller? I swear I left it on the couch". Some pranks are harder to swallow than others, such as the occasional lack of Internet. You know exactly when it happens, because you can hear your boyfriend's enraged shouts and rattles. It's always during important matches. No one knows why it happens. The repairmen who cross your threshold can only scratch their heads in confusion, confessing that nothing is out of the ordinary.

Then, the unfortunate coincidences. "How about we have some fun after my game?", the boyfriend will suggest with an anticipative grin. Alas, moments after he stands up, he is overwhelmed by a nauseous feeling. His stomach twirls and throbs, and he curses under his breath. "Some other time, perhaps", he concludes begrudgingly. You see, the creature is very possessive. The only thing that has saved your beloved partner from being torn to shreds already is his crassly comical obliviousness.

The mischief aimed towards the boyfriend is, however, a secondary source of entertainment. Nothing could ever come close to spending time with you. Yet another irony to this ridiculous situation: you haven't been caught yet, despite the rabid clinginess of the tentacled monster.

It just loves surprising you. For example, when you exhale dramatically at the end of the day, relaxing in the bathtub and enjoying your peace. Just as you hear an impatient knock on the door, you notice a familiar dark tendril slithering its way out of the water. You won't be leaving the bathroom anytime soon. "Did you steam yourself over there? You look like a lobster", the boyfriend will remark with a raised eyebrow upon seeing your panting, feverish face. "Y-yeah, I guess so." You limp outside, struggling to hold the towel around your body. Or more specifically, around the many marks left on your skin by hundreds of suckers.

In fact, its shamelessness reminds you of a poorly written erotic scenario, the likes you'd see on some adult website with a clickbait title. How would you name this current setup? You grip the edge of the table, pursing your lips to prevent any moans escaping your mouth. Your boyfriend is, once again, scrolling on his phone, indifferent to your presence. The water boiling on the stove drowns the wet, slippery sounds of the appendages pumping in and out of you underneath the table. “You might want to give it a stir in a moment, or it’ll overflow”, the boyfriend remarks without lifting his gaze. You mumble in agreement, slapping a hand over your mouth. You’re at your limit.

One may be tempted to ask, is this entity bound to its house? You pondered the same question until your recent IKEA visit. You and your boyfriend had been looking for a new wardrobe. "What do you think of this one?", you asked, closing the door and turning around. Your eyes scanned the empty model-bedroom. The jackass had wandered ahead without you. You sighed and were about to go find him, when a cold grip suddenly tightened around your wrist. You winced and snapped your head back. Thick tendrils had made their way out of the closet, tugging you to join them inside. So it can follow you around, you thought, climbing into the cramped space. Between the silent whines and breathy begging, an idea emerges from your dazed mind. New hypothetical video title: mercilessly molested in the IKEA store by monster partner.