#yandere zircon

[yanderestevenuniverse]

I got something. Yandere Blue Zircon hcs.

Ok sorry of this isnt my best work i dont feel like this is that good so feed back is appreciated.

.These yanderes would like to own their love interest. Literally own them. They treat their love interest as their favorite darlings that they always keep with them.

.she needs you for support alot she often assigned the impossible casses which puts alot of stress on her as such she expects you to just support her no matter what but once she acctually gets into her work she will completly thrust herself into it becoming very confodont

.just like pyrope i can imagine that your almost thrust right into her hands prehaps your a freind of steven who was captured with him and as ziceron enters the jail where steven and you are kept she just stops and stares its love at first sight. now she couldnt given a darn what happens to steven and so now with her never acctually putting up any sort of defense for steven what so ever steven is sent to uncertain fate however for you the diamonds would just want to get rid of you. But with a little bit of elbow greese she convinces them to just drop you off on some far off world. Convenently Ziceron just happens to have a ship and once you get on it... you will never leave.

.she would nver really have to kill anyone for you. After all you are just dropped off on her doorstep like i mean if the diamonds decide to kill rose quarts *cough cough* i mean steven the guess you could count that as a death by her.

. for comfort i cant say that their would be much. she has literly never been in anykind of romantic relationship before in her life she will attempt to try and comfort you but it would come off somthing liek this

.for punishment i can see her striking you but only after long periods of time as she is used to being stressed out all the time she has a large degree of patiance but as months go by all that stress will slowly build up into one harsh slap. later on she would regret it and attempt to comfort you but as i said shes not very good at comfort.

sorry this took so long

[zirkkun]

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[zirkkun-uthcs]

OOOOO could I ask for yandere Cross, Yan xtale Gaster, yan xtale Chara and Yan xtal frisk hcs please?

Just a note that this will likely differ from my usual headcanons for these characters a bit, since the yandere aspect does change characters quite a bit!

&&&

XTale!Sans - There are few people that Cross cares for, and even the few people he has cared for have done nothing but betray him. He doesn't really care much for people until they're a bit more close and able to talk -- he isn't the type to really often peg someone he just met as "I like this person" -- but when they're close, he is not letting them go under any circumstances. If someone so much as starts to go a different way from him, he'll turn them back around. Maybe it'll be subtle at first, but Cross will get desperate if it comes to that.

XTale!Gaster - XGaster plays for the long game. He'll probably stop at nothing, but his every move will be calculated and collected. Any obstacles in his way to your heart will be eliminated with ease, while you'll probably have absolutely no idea as to what he's doing behind your back. It's probably pretty obvious that when he has his mind set to something, he won't stop going for that goal no matter what... even if he's been working so hard at it that he's completely forgotten why he wanted to accomplish the goal in the first place. He may even forget why he cared if the process to be able to call you his takes too long.

XTale!Chara - XChara doesn't think about a lot of actions before he does them, that's for sure. He'll probably lean more towards the side of chaotically doing something to keep someone by his side rather than any calculated plan or reason. He'll be easily swayed by his emotions and if something goes off from what he wants, he'll definitely do anything to force it back. He also doesn't really care how he looks to other people -- if he comes off as crazy or abusive, XChara does not care one single bit.

XTale!Frisk - XFrisk is a more calculated and manipulative person compared to his brother. He will come off as sweet and kind despite his outer shell appearing cold and uncaring, but on the inside he's taking in every move and plan and direction you and everyone else around you is going. He'll work his way around them until everything is aligned the way he wants it to be. That's when he can be 100% certain that you'll be his, in his possession, with no possible way of going anywhere else, even if you wanted to -- but, if everything goes as he wanted, you wont even have the desire to leave.

[m00n-elixir]

things i can talk about for hours on hours (might be a long list?)

i was bored so i wanted to do this (i've seen people do this on tiktok so yeah)

how well written pearl, amethyst, blue zircon, spinel, and steven are

how America/white people white-washed so many cultural things (i.e., Asian cuisine and Black culture)

why the "enemies to lovers" trope shouldn't be so glorified

intuitive bias and how it affects the MBTI community

MBTI as a whole really i love personality typology

why blue zircon is the best /hj

my ocs and their lore

bismuth x pearl bc they are my pride and joy <3

how spinel was 'ruined' (not literally but still) in SU: Future

why the yandere trope is terrible and should not be as popular as it is currently (and the glorification of it and stalkers)

why sunnydrop x moondrop is terrible

why i am so uncomfortable with camilo madrigal fans/stans

steven universe and how it is one of the best and most influential cartoons ever (and how it impacted me and the internet)

why pink diamond is terrible and rose quartz isn't (i know that's confusing but i don't want to get into spoiler territory so i cannot explain it further)

why cicero is overhated by the Skyrim fandom

ittogorou shippers and how they are a red flag to me now (not really the ship itself, just the people who ship it)

mirabel and how she's the best disney protagonist

why white diamond should be blamed for the ab*se towards pink diamond, and not really blue and yellow diamond (although they are still at fault ofc)

why carmen sandiego 2019 is an underrated show and how you should definitely watch it

the oversexualization of coco and nina and how it's so common in the crash bandicoot fandom

why captain qwark is overhated by the ratchet and clank community, and how he's hated even more than CHAIRMAN DREK??

why ISFJs are actually one of the least common MBTI types (despite what studies say)

why 'Volleyball' is actually the best episode in SU: Future

why Lars and Sadie were not a good couple AT ALL

why master monkey is the best member of the Furious Five imo and how Dreamworks wasted his potential just to have an occasional comedic relief character/how Legends of Awesomeness did his character JUSTICE

mime bomb. that's it

[septic-dr-schneep]

20 One Word Prompts (Part 1)

(Originally found here)

Regret

“Regret…?” Yandere breathed raggedly, a hollow smile forming on his tearstained face. “Regret? For what I’ve done? Ha! Oh, Senpai…The only thing I regret is ever offering you my heart. My love is too pure for someone like you. S-Someone who led me on all these years…”

Fulfilled

“Wherever there’s a passion, wherever there’s a spark, whatever purpose fulfills you…Hold onto it and never let go,” James urged, gesturing to the spread of ingredients before him. “That’s your recipe to write, no one else’s, and they don’t have the right to take it away from you!”

Family

“The other Google units are not my brothers. We are in no way a…‘family’,” the android scoffed, barely looking up. “I created them to attend to adjacent objectives. They are my staff. They feel no great love for me, nor I for them.”

Obsession

The others were worried for him, Marvin knew, but their presence was only a distant pressure beyond his door as he tore through blurred pages. He couldn’t let them waste his time with chatter or tears. He was on the verge of something beautiful! It was all for them! It would fix everything.

Tested

“That’s…That’s what marriage is, right? Trials and tribulations, just th’ same as usual, but with an extra person t’wade through th’ mess with you,” Chase mumbled with a watery smile, one that faded when he noticed the skepticism on his friend’s face. “What? Stop lookin’ at me like that.”

Overcome

The puppet had overcome its inhibitions, it seemed, Anti noted with a beaming smile, as he leaned over his creation. Curling a hand over its head, he cooed sweet praises and relished in the blood that sprayed his face and neck as it tore into its cellmate’s stomach.

Triumph

“And should you ever consider setting foot on this street again, know that it is under The Earl’s protection. Lay another hand on these fine folks and face my sword at your throats once more,” Jameson warned, pride and triumph rippling through him as the goons cowered from his shining blade.

Passion

“And when the tempered light is shone through the agate, it bends the reflection of its glow against the zircon to pick out facets you do not see before! The facets act as a…” Splendor trailed off, enthusiasm sinking at the resigned expression his wife wore. “Oh. I, um…I bore you. I’m sorry.”

Jealousy

It was fine. It was natural to be curious about the local people. It was their job to explore and learn…hence there was no just cause for Illinois to feel a cramp in his jaw and a clawing in his stomach as he watched his companion giggle and go red at the fawning merchant’s antics.

Deception

“I can’t wait to see the day that the doc realizes what a hoax your ‘feelings’ are,” Bing sneered. “I know you, old bot. Your core’s empty! I dunno how some genius like him ever thought he could rehabilitate a dumpster like you, but I gotta ask…How long are you gonna ‘play human’ before you put him out of his misery?”

Tenacious

The Author’s grip on his pen was so tight that it wobbled and creaked under the pressure of his fingers. Breaths rattling, labored, he dragged his shaking hand across the pages. Blots of ink smeared, the wickedly sharp lines blurred at the edges. The demand took the span of two pages: THE AUTHOR WILL NOT DIE.

Loyalty

“Y’see this? You’se understand now?!” Yancy choked out a laugh that held nothing but grief as he ground his palms against his friend’s seeping side. “This’s what attachment’s gotcha! This’s…This’s what loyalty’s gotcha: a shiv in the gut! I told you’se not to come back for me!”

Routine

“I͟'m͠ ̛sor͜r͢y!” Janson burst out, dodging the debris that scattered from the new, gaping hole torn through his door. “Í'̸m s̷or̨r͠y,̀ ͝I̢-͞I͡ ̡wa̡s ͜as͠le̶ep̡!̸  I di̶d̴n't͏ ͟h͏ear ̸you c̡a͢ll!”

“So now the little beast is dumb and deaf,” Anti chuckled, his shining eyes on the other side of the door promising dread. “I guess I’ll ask again…Come out, Janson. It’s time for our morning routine!”

Elation

“Aw, come on. You don’t have to brag about it,” Stacy huffed good-naturedly as Chase swept their son around the room, singing grandly to no particular tune.

“Are you kidding? I can’t help it!” As Connor babbled eagerly, Chase leaned in to nuzzle noses with him, grinning from ear to ear. “Who’s my boy?! Who’s my boy, who said ‘Da-da’ first?! You!”

Ambition

Ironic, wasn’t it? That Edward should be the bundle of nerves, legs bouncing anxiously as he watched his little brother cook on national television, holding the same soft, cool composure as always. He never faltered. He knew exactly where he wanted to be and it was exactly where he was headed.

Impress

Dress to…impress? Squirming at his exposure, Albrecht cast a rueful, longing glance back to his sweatshirt and apron. Obviously his work clothes would not cut it for his date but he had a feeling that when he reappeared in the same suit he’d worn for their last three outings, Smiley would start to catch on.

Focus

“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t close your eyes yet! Focus on the light, my darling,” Spindle crooned, tipping his new friend’s head back. “You just can’t look away. This light is all you can think of…It fills your mind with such pleasant daydreams, doesn’t it? And every one of them are for me.”

Follower

“You’re a leader, Jackieboy, not a follower. You’re not a fledgling anymore,” Jack pointed out, eyes softening as the new nestling squeaked and squirmed for attention. “It’s your job to look after him and lead him while I’m gone. And I…I might be gone a long time.”

Laughter

When was the last time the Host had genuinely laughed at something? Dark couldn’t recall ever hearing it; his friend only ever offered pressed smiles or faint huffs or snorts of amusement. Perhaps it was simply because he always foresaw the punchline.

Trust

Seventeen texts and ten missed calls from Lana. Was she really that desperate to win him back or that desperate to make an excuse for what he had seen? Sniffling, Marvin scrolled through the messages. All he could read through the tears was “Liar, Liar, Liar, Liar.”

[yanderesuxreaderinserts]

Just to say again thanks for this whole Tumblr I hardly see and Yandere Blue Pearl and/or Yandere Zircons and for that I thank you so much🦊

Awww, thanke!!🖤

Well the good news is that I’m incredibly weak for Blue Pearl, so content for her is one of my favourites to write, and the Zircons just don’t have enough content in general, which is a tragedy that must be righted!

[houseki-no-suffering]

Hc: Alexandrite writes fanfiction like a filthy weeb

New AU: the gems as fandom members

Cinnabar: writes extremely long meta and angsty fanfiction, never publishes anything because “no one will care,” their fave always dies

Phospshophyllite: the eclectic fan, exceptionally bad cosplayer and devoted crack!shipper, cannot predict a plot-twist for the life of them,  always crushes on the main character 

Ghost: the yandere fan, has many a waifu and stalks their favorite fic authors on social media, wrote all of the ‘weird’ fics around, if it’s problematic it’s a fave

Cairngorm: Cairn-your headcanon is inferior- gorm, secretly starts fandom wars and enjoys watching them play out as they munch on pop corn, always cosplays lolita characters

Bort: writes the extremely long meta along with Cinnabar, comments on every fanfiction just to call shit on the author for bad characterization, A+ cosplayer and wig styler, always supports the original release

Alexandrite: has not slept in a fortnight, if they are not bingewatching a new anime they are busy writing PWP, they have 50k different fanfics up their sleeve and they are not afraid to use them

Antarcticite: legendary author of that one legendary fic everyone in the fandom knows and was inspired by, one day they just disappeared, no one has any idea where to

Diamond: patiently crafts the best AMVs, is the author that Bort always criticizes for poor characterization, has 543 fanart folders on their laptop, collects doujinshi 

Yellow Diamond: still remembers the old LiveJournal days, draws fanart on paint and gimp because they still can’t afford photoshop, meme lord, spends their day doing quizzes on buzzfeed

Padparadscha: uses comic sans unironically, drew half of the nsfw fanarts around, theoretically on hiatus but they still reblog Yellow’s memes, fan of the most obscure shows

Rutile: reprimands Padpa for using comic sans unironically, drew the other half of the nsfw fanarts around, their photoshop copy is pirated and they told Bort just to piss them of, also an ani-tuber 

Zircon: is just now getting started with fandom, please somebody save them

[yandereskies]

The ship thing is sorta interesting! You don’t have to (just ignore this if you don’t want to) I have a slight obsession with the color red. I am very quirky and I think very deeply about things. I do some Wicca, I love crystals! (Raw cut ones, not the super expensive kind) I enjoy writing, and I bake sometimes. I can cook. Roses are wonderful and lovely. I like fishnet tights (I have a pair of jeans that have holes that have fishnets in them, I love) I’m patient, and know proper etiquette. -🥀

I forgot to say I prefer the septic egos. Sorry, I’m a dim (also, I think my tumblr glitched our when I sent the last Yandere thing, did you get it?) -🥀

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! Oh hello dear Rose Anon! Its nice to see you submitting somthing! And you did? I never got another responce ;-; mabey send it again?

i ship you with ..... MARVIN

oddly enough he loves your elegant senses, often taking time out of his day to just spend talking to you. He always finds your conversations interesting!

oh? You like gems and red? Oh, be prepared for a bunch of red gems, from rubies to garnets to Red Zircons! Anything and everything!

oh, he may also wake you up or bother you at random times to show you a magic trick... but there is always a special treat of roses at the end just for you~!

[drawbauchery]

there are soooo many AU's, is there a list or any way for me to catch up on em all?

Alright let’s do this. I might miss some. All of these are ongoing, by the way. New ideas for any of them are always welcome.

Sometimes posts aren’t in order;;

Steven Universe

Let Lapis Touch the Titty 2k16: LLTTT2k16, the most heart-wrenching, epic journey about the pursuit of romance you’ll ever read. 

LLTTT2k16 epilogue: the aftermath

Human AU: normally a college setting, can apply to the rest of the au’s too. most of these overlap o-o Peridot/Amethyst/Lapis.

Biker AU: Technically an au where everyone’s got some sort of double life…mostly focuses on Lapis, sweet librarian by day, badass but just as awkward biker by night. She’s basically trying to woo her coworker Peridot with her suave motorcycle skills but there’s always some sort of complication because of her intense personality. 

Gem Heat AU: Gems go into heat for some reason. Chaos ensues. There’s also a dog crate. Super duper Lapamedot action (or there will be once I hurry up).

Fuckboy Lapis///Fuckboy AU: Started off with just Lapis and then expanded to the whole Blue Court. They’re a menace when it comes to dating. They can’t take hints and they can’t get laid, but damn if anything is going to stop them and their horrible people skills.

Mom Zircon AU: Blue Zircon helped Peridot many times back on Homeworld with a troubling stalker issue, and they started to form a friendship. By the time the Zircons arrive on earth to be Steven’s new moms, Peridot and Blue have developed a sickeningly sweet mother-daughter relationship. (Zircon is also wary of Lapis because she remembers her from the fuckboy Blue Court days, and she’s getting used to a quartz like Amethyst being near her baby)               

8XA: (very dark & sensitive content) My amethyst oc from hell, the subject of said stalker issue from the Mom Zircon au. Not tied to canon in any way. She’s my own character. 

Fast Food AU: Lapis works at McDonald’s and is entranced by a certain couple that frequents the place.

The Zoo: I can’t believe “shorty squad hides from the swat team in a tiger pit after stealing an elephant” is something that actually exists here and hasn’t been expanded upon yet. I blame myself. 

Werewolf AU?: an inkling of an idea. Somewhere in there.

Superhero AU: Green Magnet and her sidekick Puma Girl vs. Dr. Aquatic and her loyal pumpkin karate master!!! D: Sometimes it’s a roleplay scenario that the gems are doing for fun, other times it’s taken as a serious au (in which they’d be human).

Shrek AU: Yeah.

Baseball: Peridots vs. Famethyst

Notice Me Senpai: Peridot desperately tries to get a kiss from her senpai, Jasper.

South Park

SP tag

Style Tag

Kyman Tag

Penguins of Madagascar

Human Penguin AU! Mostly Private/Skipper and Rico/Julien. 

POM tag

Skivate

Julico

My Little Pony

MLP tag

Pinkiedash tag

Yandere Pinkie: WARNING for blood and gore. Pinkie’s adventures with revenge killing for her girlfriend Rainbow. Heavily creepypasta inspired.

The Hose Saga: Rarity/Rainbow/Pinkie. They fight with a hose and ruin a house

That Time Rainbow Destroyed a Lung: Rainbow can be….stupid

Spideypool

Spider-Man and Deadpool’s wondrous married life of wonder! (FYI: MCU Spidey is not the only Spidey in existence! Read a comic, look into it for GOD’S sake. This is my OWN AU.) 

Spideypool tag

Marvel tag

The Pillow: Peter and Wade have the worst fight of their married life.

Carnage Breaks In: Carnage is a bitch and Eddie (& the askers) are no help.

Eddie’s Mission: Venom decides to finally kill Spider-Man.

Carnage: Round 2: After a fight (a real one this time I swear), Spidey gets in over his head and Wade is left behind.

Spideypool: Before the Marriage: The overly complicated chronicles of the before times! AKA events leading up to the idiots getting hitched.

MCU tag, for movie versions of characters.

[swan-swanno]

Tell me a random fact about each of your ocs

long list lmao

and only listed a few mkay not gonna list all due to my lazy ass

[Persona]

Swanno: cant swim even though shes a swan

[Original]

Con-GaRETH 01: edgy salt computer creature thing

Con-GaRETH 02: doesnt know what emotions are

RE: doesnt know what humans are in general

Aincos: is a non binary

Mik Yosephine: is an orphan

Igor Stariovsky: can smoke up to 13 cigars a day

Annastasia Leyanoy: easily frightened by small things

Snowflake: Giant,soft and friendly

[Megaman X]

Serende Nora: is probably yandere-chan as a robot

Serende Aston: curses in indonesian a lot

Calstar Neo Devon: self proclaimed god of fabulousness

Theodore Whinchester: will choose tea over hot girls

Devio Kurstov: is a wierd anti-social freak

Syren Cain: is signas’ prototype but angrier and edgier

[Papers, Please]

Korslavika Askali: probably the angriest character in the whole fandom and is very  a g g r e s i v e

Korslavika Mavos: IS THE SMOLEST BEAN PLS PROTECT

Vanilla Pudding: nya

[LBX]

Niara Levanov: constantly wants to die

Nikolai Yezerverk: has very very very low alcohol tolerance

[Steven Universe]

Iolite (my gemsona): angry smol blue bean

White Zircon: secretly wants to be a viral superstar

Pink Zircon: slightly depressed after Pink Diamond is shattered

Benitoite (Iolite-B.Zircon fusion): constantly overthink things and then yells

[Undertale]

Walter Vluid: he can create any cocktail mix

Flavour Flamesman: constantly questions his existance

im done lmao

[yanderestevenuniverse]

Yandere Blue Zircon Headcanons? Plz

already working on it

[zirkkun-uthcs]

Okay, so, I may or may not like skeleton simps. In your Yan hcs, you wrote for Cross '...but Cross will get desperate if it comes to that'. What would a scenario like that look like? What would he say/do in the moment? Also if you could list any other simping yanderes for me 👉👈. Thank you so much!

Skeleton simps avdhsv interesting terminology for yandere--

Also, for your list of simping yanderes, do you just mean other yandere characters? 'cause I'll write anyone in my character lists for that. I feel like any character has some capacity to do even the most OOC of things given the right situation, especially given the UTMV. But if you meant something else do let me know! ^^/

&&&

post in reference *again, note my yan headcanons differ from normal ones.

Cross doesn't get good things that happen to him very often. Because of that, well, he tries to make them last as long as possible -- maybe even longer than they're meant to. He's lost too many friends, too many things, too many memories, too many of everything that makes him happy. Cross would be determined to gain some sort of control over the situation to keep the source of his happiness down to its final drop. His ways of keeping someone by his side will start out subtlely, such as passive, secretly manipulative or guilt-trippy comments that will keep his object of affection by his side; but if they figure this out or don't fall for said comments, Cross is definitely more likely to control the situation more drastically by eliminating other options for them.

[meanagate]

So i made some "moodboards" for corvid and Zircon...

(Zircon and Corvid are @hostilemuppet 's ocs)

[zirkkun]

just before.

just before. (Undertale fanfic - based off of Wickedtale by @alch3mic​ - rated M by AO3 standards.)

+ soldier!sans x dancer!reader (they/them prns)

+ 4456 words, english

+ prologue to soldier’s story. first time he ever meets dancer.

+ cw: mentions of murder, classism, yandere/obsessive personality, abusive/controlling parents

+ “he hadn't heard that phrase in years. so constantly aware of the corruption plaguing the world... well, as it seemed, there was still one highlight to live to protect.”

+ AO3 link

Ebott City. The corrupted hell hole that was somehow above ground, while the actual hole the "monsters" came from had been far more palatable. At least, in one case. Many didn't have the same experience he did, but… whatever. That didn't really matter. He didn't really care about it anymore. Why dwell on the past? There's too much shit going on in the present to even have time for something like that.

Day-to-day life was flooded: constantly moving, constantly working, never slowing, never stopping. There's no time for that. The day he gets time to take off and sleep, get whatever medication he's sure he needs for his horrifically weak non-stomach, and lead a healthy and safe lifestyle while retaining his wealth? Ha. In dreams, maybe. This city wasn't kind enough for that. Though, maybe if his ambitions weren't so specific, he wouldn't have fallen into this path of endless work… but it's a little late for that.

His brother had made use of their skills the two of them had attained growing up, and with that opened a dance studio where others of all sorts could come through and learn how to dance. A small corner of peace in this awful world, that little building, where monsters and humans could both dance without feud, where rich and poor could both talk without judgement. Maybe it was ironic, maybe it was fate, or maybe it was straight coincidence that his brother had named the place "Enchanted Dancing." He knew that the name was merely in reference to the magic of their home where everyone had their own sort of dances they practiced, which they all soon found was very different from most other monsters who had battle magic specialties. But even still… heh, ah, it just further proved his point. The only decent place in the world was the Underground, before they ever surfaced.

A beep. 6:00 P.M. Work.

Or, rather, his second line of work.

While he'd abandoned his dance skills long ago, he never really fully disconnected with music as a whole. It's not like he really could when he doesn't have anything else to his life or history -- he doesn't know anything else. So, he made it a pastime to make his own musical works, trying to sell them online for money, but quickly found it's not exactly easy for people to find your work… let alone get them to pay for it when they do. He had run low on money fast -- so fast that he needed something quick and easy that he could do to not end up on the curb in a weeks' time.

He doesn't remember how he heard about it, or really what possessed him to go along with it anyway; but somewhere along the line, he'd caught word of some pretentious wealthy human furiously rattling off how their reputation would be "demolished" if the rumor that had begun about their business didn't come to a halt. How they would pay "insane amounts of money" to have that rumor "eradicated." You know, without really doing any work themself, or trying to better the work that they were doing, or fixing the root of their problem to begin with… Yes, because throwing money at the problem until it's pushed onto someone else is the better solution.

And yet… when someone comes up to you in your hour of despair, presenting to you an arguably invisible layer of protection in this world of work or die, something to get you out of the dark and stop the ticking clock of your otherwise inevitable doom…

It's not like he was going to turn down the offer.

He'd forged some sort of alias -- whatever it was at the time no longer mattered, since he'd had many over the half year or so he's been doing this -- and scribbled out a note of sorts explaining what was, at the time, a feigned, short "resume" for work as an information broker. The note was left with the pretentious prick, who did, in fact, end up contacting him in the end, offering more money than he thought he'd ever see in his waking life. Needless to say, he took the job… and found the issue to be so incredibly simple to resolve that even a child could have done it.

Well, no.

A child would have had more sense of morality.

... probably.

Who was he kidding here, honestly? He complains about the rich on a regular basis, their foolish waste of money, their apathy towards those that didn't have any money, just pure care for only money.

But here he was.

Morality erased.

Lives ruined.

Bank account overflowing.

Doing the same things they were doing.

The very least he could do -- and the very least he does do -- is support those whose music he'd wanted to support while he was on the edge of homelessness. Even some of his online friends, music composition friends, were consistently met with the cash they needed in a moment's notice. "Where did you even get this kind of money?" they would ask him. He would just jokingly say that an old witch blessed him with unending wealth, or something else to that extent of unbelievable ridiculousness.

But, unfortunately, not all of his money could go towards such good causes. While he did have far beyond the money to sustain multiple dozen families, at least a third of it was thrown right back into the exchange as he paid person after person for job after job he was unwilling to do.

There was no blood on his hands. No dust caked into his bones.

But it was splattered all over the money he handed out like trick-or-treat candy.

He'd met two others, notably, that did a lot of work alongside him. A crafty cat and a wily wolf… figuratively, of course. The three of them sharing the same first name, they merely tossed nicknames at each other. More often than he probably realized, they took much of his budget for work he was far too lazy to bother with. You know, scouring the dark web for information, stalking people to track their pathing… the occasional hit here and there. Sometimes, he would do it himself, but only if he really felt up to it… and frankly, he was never in the mood for murder. But that damn wolf was shockingly willing -- for the right paycheck.

He did recognize, however, the two of them did seem to have a mutual similarity that he, personally, did not share.

… he did not have anyone close to him. He didn't have anyone who looked after him, cared for him. It didn't bother him until recently, when apparently that damn wolf managed to lock the object of his affection into a relationship. Even the cat seemed bitter when he heard the news. Someone so fucked as him still manages to find someone?

… the world was just trying with his emotions at this point. Taunting happiness at the end of a pole taped to the back of his head, leaving it just out of reach, but always in his way and always in his line of sight.

Of course, he had his brother…

... who he doesn't talk to for weeks at a time…

... and he keeps turning down his offers to meet up again…

… yes, he had his brother. A strong emphasis on the "had."

He was alone. He knew that. But, at least for the case of his brother, he'd done it on purpose.

The last thing he wants is to have his brother, someone so passionate and pure, hands still clearly clean of sin; find out he has the richest humans of the city wrapped around his fingers out of both fear and dependability.

So, frankly, sometimes he found himself jealous of the other two. The other two who had someone to care for them.

He supposed the trio of them could sort of be friends…

He'd met the wolf a few times in person, both intentionally and not.

He'd bumped into the cat, wasted in a bar, more than once.

… No, they really weren't his friends. Co-workers is the best way he could probably describe them.

Yes, he was just jealous of them.

He was alone.

…

… Well, work isn't going to start itself. He pulled his phone back up to his face, clicking it on to see how long he'd zoned out for. 6:03 P.M. Not too terrible. He slammed shut his laptop, pushing back from his chair as he went to put on the outfit that had practically become his "uniform" at this point. A dark under layer of tight leggings and a fitted long-sleeve athletic tee with a zip-up turtleneck; a desaturated over layer of a baggy, now sleeveless hoodie and equally as baggy gym shorts. And, of course, a hat, as usual… but he wore those no matter the time of day.

His apartment door clicked shut behind him as he left, and once the door was locked, he evaporated into thin air.

-- only to appear, moments later, in front of one of the most lavish mansions in the richest part of Ebott City. It was so bleeding with "I'm such a rich, extra asshole" energy that it made his Soul twist with disgust. The walls were marble, shimmering from small lights below them to show off their sparkling, smooth surface. Each edge of the building was lined with gold-plated metal, even the rails to the stairway. Arching windows stood on either side of the front door, which was probably big enough for an average sized elephant to fit into with some extra ear room to boot.

Thank the stars he didn't have to go inside again. He already knew what his job was for the night, and to be back inside that disgustingly overdone building these pretentious humans called "home"... Just thinking about it made him feel beyond insulted.

He took another shortcut -- this time, finding himself on the rooftop. Although the sun had not yet fully set, even so, it was still much darker here than standing in front of the artificially-lit trophy they called a front entrance. He popped open his phone again. 6:05 P.M.

Unlocking it completely, he pulled up a message from the cat he'd gotten this morning.

morning soldier~ i managed to get done what you needed me to for today last night. which, you owe me BIG-TIME for, mister.

i was up until 4 am doing this!!

Soldier checked the timestamp. Yesterday, 11:34 P.M. Does that cat think he's an idiot? Whatever, it's not like this was the important part of the message. But, if anything, he's getting docked pay for really bad lying. It's not like the guy needs more alcohol money, anyway.

here's a list compiled of all the parties in ebott tonight. i only looked for ones starting after 6 pm like you asked, but there was still far too many… the list is very long (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

[file download link]

i hope you're happy!!! cause im not looking any more than that!!!!! ☆⌒(> _ <)

He downloaded the file to his phone, browsing through it to see what parties had been collected into the spreadsheet. He only could assume that's what was bringing them out, at the very least.

Oh, yes, his job for the evening. That's integral information, I suppose.

The mansion whose roof he sat upon currently was owned by a human family with the surname King. They had twelve children, all adopted, but were all also kept on very rigorous and strict schedules. The eldest of the children very recently had been caught sneaking out of the house every evening by one of their siblings, and sleeping noticeably late in the morning, their final semester of university was suffering from this all as they refused to finish their thesis. So, naturally as it is for all the rich, they threw their money at the problem hoping that would fix it.

Today's "that" was the skeleton monster sitting on their roof, waiting to see when someone would eventually leave the house.

With a hefty sum of money, upfront payment, as usual; Soldier was told to follow their child for three nights, and to report back after that time with what they had been up to. Seemed easy enough. Of all the jobs he'd gotten, tailing someone for a few days and tracking their every move was probably the easiest he's ever had the misfortune of doing.

He continued to scroll through the list. He had been given absolutely nothing to work with from the Kigngs as to where their kid was headed or when they tended to leave the house, or any information of actual use; so he was going into the job without a clue as to what he was really looking for. It was probably the most difficult aspect of the job -- hence why he outsourced the bulk of it. As for the "where," parties seemed like a reasonable assumption to make for a human college student. That's a rather common stereotype of sorts, college students getting drunk at party after party, is it not? Better than nothing, he supposed. Nothing else really came to mind anyway, but that doesn't mean there wasn't another option. Even still, it's a better start than nothing.

Now he had to just wait for the "when." He had the list in front of him, hoping he could deduce when the human would leave their house… but the more he read it over, the more bored he got. Guess the cat wasted his time. Oh well. That's not Soldier's problem.

Just as he locked his screen shut, planning to come down from the roof and investigate any exits that might be hidden to most of the house, he heard an absurdly loud sound he initially thought was a gunshot, followed by a raspy huff of various curses. Peering over the edge of the rooftop, after shortcutting there silently to avoid making attention towards himself; he noticed there was, in fact, no gunshot, but rather, an awfully messy and junky trap door of sorts, seemingly made of plywood. A human, who he assumed was the one who swore earlier, grabbed a bush that had been sitting next to it, picking it up like it was nothing and placing it over the door. It was in line with several other, similar bushes. The human dusted off their hands before walking, keeping a close eye on the mansion walls to their side.

Well, looks like he's found who he's supposed to tail.

He kept watch over them for as long as his eyes could follow, and then, the moment they left his vision, he shortcutted to where they had been moments ago, though slightly distanced as to be hidden nearby; and simply repeated the process. Soldier knew this part of the city better than the back of his hand, so he knew where he was at all times, as well, making shortcutting silently even easier.

… However, what he didn't understand was where the hell this human was headed. A few times he tried clicking on his phone, scrolling through the list again, but they weren't headed in any direction towards any party. And even when they started heading in the direction of one… they would end up taking a "wrong" turn and dodging it completely.

…

… this was taking a really long time…

It's… almost been an hour by now. Soldier's starting to recognize this area a little less. He knew the map layout, but not all of the details about where they were or what was distinctly different about each street. They were outside of the rich part of town, but not quite in the poorer side that he was used to, either. If he was remembering correctly, this was in the direction of downtown. Unless this human's planning on breaking into some probably-already-crashed college dorm party for the night, they definitely weren't planning to party at all. Okay, well, that throws that plan out the window.

But now he had no idea what to expect. Were they banned from getting help, so they're actively seeking it out? Unlikely. Were they secretly addicted to drugs? Unless it was alcohol, getting away with drug smuggling in downtown was a horrific, nearly impossible idea. Did they have a significant other that their family wouldn't let them see? Well… he had no idea. Thoughts and questions and possibilities kept cycling in and out, but he never lost sight of where they were going.

And, sure enough, the bright downtown lights descended upon them as they started making their way across the long bridge leading to the most eventful point of the city. Due to the sheer length of the bridge, and the fact that Soldier was not as well-versed in the map of the downtown Ebott area… he resorted to traditional stalking, mimicking their every step as casually and nonchalantly as possible, as though to avoid being spotted.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket. One new message.

weeeeell? was my work useful? >:3c

He merely huffed half a laugh before typing out his response.

i didnt use it at all

what?! Σ(･口･) soldier, i went through all that hard work, and you didn't even LOOK at it???

i looked at it

i didnt use it

...you're at least still paying me, right?

no

you are the WORST 凸(｀△´＋）

i'm never doing anything for you again >:(

you dont need the alcohol money anyway

But the cat never responded to that one. Well, Soldier's never been the best at landing most jokes, despite his tendency to make them. Clearly sarcasm wasn't his strong point either. Whatever. He'd pay him later.

He put his phone back in his pocket, putting his attention back to his job as the bridge finally began to end. If the human was suspicious of his following them, they showed no signs of it. Good. Frankly, being silent by stalking someone in this manner isn't his strong suit. He had assumed they would have stayed nearby… not gone to the other side of the city.

The sun had set, but even still, downtown was overwhelmed with artificial lighting, and frankly, it was already giving Soldier a headache and he hadn't even been here for more than 10 minutes. Curse his ridiculously weak and sensitive body.

The human kept walking along, though their pace was beginning to hasten as they flickered their gaze between stepping and a phone screen. Naturally, he also quickened his footing, although unsure as to why. Maybe they were running late for something?

They took a sharp left into a shady alleyway; Soldier shortcut to its entrance, spotting them sprinting down it as fast as they could before eventually climbing up a wooden fence at the end, reaching its peak and jumping over it with ease. Like they'd done this many times before. Soldier, confused, checked the name of the buildings on either side of the alleyway… but neither were significant. One was even an apartment building of sorts, but it looked abandoned at best. Well, might as well continue.

Reaching the end of the alley and pushing himself over the fence with magic to avoid making as much sound as possible, Soldier's feet landed on the concrete of the other side. It was surprisingly… clean. As if someone kept it nice regularly. He went to take a step forward when he heard chattering, and instead, tucked himself behind the smallest edge of the nearby wall, barely peering over its edge to see the rest of the area.

It was like a very small park. Perhaps a courtyard? But it was too barren for that. Well, all except the trees. There were four skinny trunks sprouted from the ground, all of different kinds, and probably no more than two and a half meters tall. Around them was a square-shaped sidewalk of the same concrete he was standing on.

But, at that center of the trees, were two humans, not one. He recognized the one he'd been following up until this point -- vaguely, and mostly just from the color of their clothing -- but the other was new.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I was held up worrying I was going to get caught…" the human he'd followed spoke. "My dad apparently hired someone to follow me for a few days. One of my sisters told me… she apparently ratted me out -- she was forced to -- and now my dad's on a manhunt to find out what I'm doing."

"Yikes," the other person responded. They had a higher pitched voice, but a lower tone of interest. "Sorry to hear about it. You didn't need to come racing here to tell me that, you know. You could have stayed home and texted me to move the lesson."

Lesson?

"No, it's fine. I came because I wanted to. It probably would have been better if I waited… but I was too excited about tonight," the human explained. "It's the first time we're practicing the whole dance routine straight through. I've been practicing on my own some other nights, too."

… dance routine?

The other human let go of a heavy laugh. "You've really been practicing for two weeks straight with no other dance party breaks?"

"I said on some other nights!"

The both of them laughed.

But Soldier was stuck on "dance routine."

A phrase he typically only heard from his brother anymore, and he barely talked to him as is.

A phrase he'd never said himself in… so long.

An act he hasn't tried since they were still trapped Underground…

An act that, even back then, he'd sworn off doing after so many years of it.

It's like he'd been punched directly in the Soul. Possibly even with a knife.

"Well, are you ready to start, then?"

Soldier's attention peered back to the two humans.

"Yup, whenever you are!"

There was a brief period of silence.

Then the music started. He didn't recognize it at first…

But the realization that it was his own piece hit him in the face like a truck. Some sort of shivering heat rushed through his body. … embarrassment? ...maybe? He… wasn't sure.

But even still…

He soon became entranced by their dancing.

Only the human he had been following was dancing the routine. Every step timed perfectly to every beat and measure… so meticulously performed with such dedication. But then, some old part of him started to creep back from where it had been shoved away, as he started judging the technique of their every move. Sure, they had a… beautiful dedication to every step they took… but much of it was wrong. Though, they were not missteps. Everything planned was executed with confident perfection. The moves themselves were wrong. Some of them didn't match the tone of the piece at all, and it was clear that they were self-taught, just based on how they were moving in between each one. He wasn't mad, no… no, rather… he was utterly fascinated.

Soldier stood and watched the whole routine, start to finish. Though, he couldn't help but have a yelp from his own Soul every time they did something his own memory was screeching to be incorrect. It was yelping because… he wanted to correct them. He wanted to walk up to them, tell them what was wrong with their choices, and point them in the right direction. He wanted to… take them by the hand, directing their movements through his, teaching them how to dance the way he was taught. He… couldn't stop staring…

A scream. Soldier shortcut in a panic. He was now on the opposite side of the wooden fence, back in they alleyway.

"What, what is it?" The voice of the second human.

"I… I thought I saw someone." A breathy, horrified tone from the dancer. "I thought someone was watching me but… th-then I blinked and… they were gone."

The second human huffed angrily. "You haven't been getting proper sleep lately, have you? Maybe you should go home and rest."

Still breathing heavily, the dancer hummed a sound of malcontent. "I… Can I finish the routine first?"

"Really, now…" But with a sigh, the second human allowed them to start again from the beginning.

Meanwhile, Soldier…

He was doing his best not to scream on his own. So many emotions overwhelmed him entirely. Most of which he could not identify. But one thing would not stop looping in his mind. One thing other than a raging beat echoing in his skull from the sound of his own Soul racing, that was. In fact, that only heightened.

The thought of taking their hand. Teaching them to dance.

The overwhelming feeling of hearing someone else not just listening to his work… but expanding upon it. Being able to express themself through it. Being able to see themself through him.

The raging passion burning deep inside of him, regretting his forgone dancing career. It ate at his Soul, bit by bit. Begging his laziness to cave for them and them alone.

The fact that all of these thoughts happened in the very same millisecond that he made eye contact with them… he felt unexplainably and weirdly hot.

That eye contact. Their eyes, their face. They were almost as beautiful as the dances they performed… no… perhaps even more so.

Another loud beat echoed in his skull. The song was reaching its end. He knew he needed to start going home before he was caught.

But part of him wanted to be caught.

Part of him wanted to catch them.

… And all of him wanted to see them dancing… just one more time. Once more, that's all he asks.

Just one more time.

Maybe… maybe that will suffice.

Maybe that will drive away the fortissimo thoughts clouding his sense of reality. Maybe he'll be able to go back to…

A thought. A separate one, remembered from earlier this same evening.

"Alone."

He was… alone.

…

Did he really want to go down the same paths as…?

No, not really.

But it seemed his Soul was not giving him much other option. The mere thought of never being able to label himself as lonely… and if it was because of someone as beautiful as them…

Well. He already was a hypocrite, chanting against a society he partook in regularly. What other damage could be done by reaffirming what he already knew?

Besides. His Soul was desperate.

He wanted that dancer for his own.

No… no, this was most certainly a need.

[zirkkun]

henlo, it is I, zircon, who cannot focus on one project at a time to save my life /hj

But I was struck with a Need to make a character for @alch3mic‘s yandere!fairy tale AU. I didn’t even have any ideas going into this. I just went. “I need to make a character.” For some reason. Hell, I actually know next to nothing about either Dancetale or Twelve Dancing Princesses -- I literally did research for this upon waking up this morning, and then when I scrapped through enough ideas, I finally settled on this!

Also, I know Dancetale!Sans technically has a blue color scheme, or indigo in some depictions; but there already being a two chars in the AU with blue (huntsy and prince) and captain with purple, I figured I should pick something that stuck out a little more. So I went with a blue-green lol. (and injected some mint colors bc... favorite color lol)

More info with my rambling about this skele if you’re interested, but fair warning, there will be some yandere themes given the AU ^^/ -->

Soldier!Sans - goes by “Soldier” in many cases. Was given this nickname for his loyalty to doing every job he’s assigned without question as an information broker.

+ he took up being an information broker after his music composition career began to tank. figured he might as well get money somehow

+ still does music composition when he can. he can play violin and keyboard. usually doesn’t bother with lyrics

+ does not have loyalty to any specific person (... that is, for his job) and will do (nearly) any job without fail.

+ soldier works differently from huntsman and cheshire, who are in similar positions in a way. he doesn’t lack emotions (unlike huntsman), but he has an emotional disconnect with the informational work he does (unlike cheshire) ... y’know, most of the time.

+ his brother has a dance studio called “Enchanted Dancing.” his brother often tries to offer him a job at the studio, since soldier used to be a dancer, but he refuses

+ also refuses to drink alcohol. it makes him sick. frankly, he doesn’t eat much at all because he can get sick really easily... though, whether or not that comes from a lack of eating, he isn’t sure

+ usually does work for the richest parts of the city -- that’s where the most money is

+ isn’t unfamiliar with doing some thievery here and there and selling his findings to his clients. usually they are small but expensive items, like jewelry

+ doesn’t sleep much between working both day and night, but struggles with sleeping regardless. he mostly just takes short breaks from time to time

+ overall is probably the least yandere of the yanderes, since he’s not as likely to kill as he is protect and run away... but he’s very protective

+ physically, he’s fairly tall compared to the rest of the “tiny” skeletons (huntsy, captain, prince, cheshire) and stands a few inches taller than mc. he’s also a lot thinner and a lot more fit, since he did use to be a dancer, although he isn’t anymore

+ he’s quick on his feet and very quiet. his stealth is well-known amongst his former clients, as he’s yet to be spotted by anyone, almost as if he’s completely invisible at night

Basic story concept - loosely based off of Twelve Dancing Princesses, set in the city of the yan!fairytale AU with the rest of the characters.

+ soldier plays the role of well... the solider. he is eventually hired for a long-term job of keeping an eye on one of the Kings’ (a large, extremely wealthy family in the city) adopted children whose siblings say disappears during the night

+ according to the Kings, their child is nearly about to graduate college, but is borderline failing their final semester for reasons the family can’t comprehend. they wake up late in the morning and go to bed oddly early, and the Kings never see them doing their school work and are upset. this is why they hired soldier

+ when soldier does tracks them down inevitably, he’s met with the discovery that they’ve been leaving every night to go to varying different parties. surprisingly, they’re not typically the drunk college parties one would expect. rather, they’re more involved and populated dance parties

+ the first couple of times he finds them, they’re at typical raves, but later on, he finds they’re doing other things as well, such as late-night dance classes. but it always involves dancing. sometimes soldier catches himself critiquing their moves... or sometimes imagining walking up to them and teaching them himself... but then he immediately shuts down the thought and returns to his work

+ soldier eventually reports back to the Kings, who are furious at the news. they, without telling him until much later, end up locking the dancer away. soldier waits a few nights, expecting to follow them again, only for no one to come from the mansion. when he discovers out they’ve been locked away by their own family... something clicks. he isn’t sure what. but something does.

+ solider crosses his usual “loyal to his job” code and breaks into the mansion, not only allowing the dancer to meet him, but bringing them out for the night. bringing them outside so they can dance as they please

+ he isn’t sure the motivation for his actions. it’s as if a spell has been cast on him

+ If you brought me out to dance, why don’t you join me? they ask. soldier refuses. for now. maybe.

+ he is sure of one thing;

+ if they’re going to be locked away anywhere, it’ll be under his protection, not anyone else’s... but he doesn’t want it to come to that. for now, he supposes he’ll assign himself a new job of sorts -- a soldier to protect the aspiring midnight dancer

[zirkkun]

I decided to make a comic based off of a scene in chp 2 of the fanfic huntsman by @alch3mic ✨ I dunno what it was about this scene, but it was really vivid for me and I really wanted to draw it.

I feel like I kind of accidentally made the viewer being the one attacked instead of Lil Red's stalker... that's my bad 😅 Since the stalker lacked a description, I tried to keep them looking as neutral as possible. But I kinda failed with that anyway aaa they just look pale w dark hair ;;; I also decided to go with graphite because I thought the rough look of it would fit the scene better than my digital art! I also used a purple pen for the uhh magic enhancing drug? My comprehension skills are lacking lol

Anyway, I would highly recommend the fic!!! Alch is a very talented writer & artist and such a sweet person💕 (just a heads up that the fic is pretty graphic and has yandere themes!)