#yn x yb

[pink-anonymous-person]

aughhh i hatehate hate peter dunbar griffin but he's really sweet sometimes

[maevaniila]

Size difference ayooo 😩✨ he a big boy🗿✨✨

Also huggies cause never enough hugs🔥

[girl-lostconnection]

It’s so nice to have an absolutely UNHINGED canon because no matter what the fuck I will write in my Your Boyfriend fanfiction, I’m not coming even close to the original.

Torture? They did it first.

Self-harm? Self inflicted torture? Amputation? Kidnapping? Horrendous insults and wattpad worthy comebacks? The wildest things said out loud by characters? Emotional turmoil? Sex and stalking? Stalking and romance? Yeah, they had it when you thought it.

It’s lovely that no matter what I do, I can always say that the original is actually meaner, messier and darker than whatever I’m coming up with.

Like creator recently said that “yeah, Peter absolutely would kill your roommate and pay the rent for them so he can get closer to you”.

This is insane, he’s so unwell.

I love this psychotic man, we gotta get him his meds.

Also god bless the developers, that’s some proper creative freedom right there. Any AU flies, any headcanon would work, anything is possible.

Nobody is coming after you for OOC because we all know that canon Peter is WILD.

Absolute MENACE of a man, but at the same time sweetheart, but at the same time insane, but also somehow is the most intelligent man in the world and maybe parties with Jackson Wang but also works.

True Barbie of yanderes.

[yur-yandere]

...found you...

[laz-exe]

uncensored version on my twitter (🔞) \( ‘з’)/

[valenreina]

>> A peaceful slumber ...<< I hope you like it :3

[meke57o9]

I'm back and ready to indulge in the Your Boyfriend fandom. I decided to make my y/n-sona.

Disclaimer ⚠️: I like the fandom (basically the concept and ideas of Your Boyfriend), but I do not support the artist. If you want to know why, here is a link to a Twitter account/user who will explain the recent controversy of the creator of Your Boyfriend [Your Boyfriend Creater]

Name: Jaya Newton

Gender: Female

Like: Supernatural, Documentaries, outer space, and baking.

Dislike: cliche Romance films, working at the Diner, and rude customers, and sour candy.

--------------personality--------------

First glance, Jaya is a nice, polite, and quiet girl. She tries to keep conversations to a minimum when talking to customers/strangers. She keep to herself and daydream at lot.

Once you get to know her and become a good friend of hers, She is talkative and loves to learn about her friends. She is a little bit unhinged, too. Lucy walked into the living room to see Jaya seated on the couch, eating a box of uncooked pasta. Jaya said she wanted chips but didn't want to walk to the convenience store. Or the time TK saw Jaya feeding a horde of raccoons outside the diner during their night shift. Jaya calls the horde of raccoons The Midnight Crew.

--------------Biography--------------

Jaya works at the diner as a waitress to pay for culinary art class in community college. She always wanted to be a baker since she was a young kid and planned to have her own bakery. She even makes dessert in the diner when the diner is busy, and TK can't keep up with orders.

Jaya doesn't have a good relationship with her parents, but she have a good relationship with her younger sister, Laila. They both love outer-space, but her sister focus on stars and planets rather than aliens.

Jaya loves for outer space, and supernatural obsession comes from when she believes she meets an alien as a kid. No one believes her, except Lucy.

--------------Relationship--------------

TK: Jaya considers TK as a good friend and coworker. She likes how she can be herself with him without him judging her about her obsession with aliens and supernatural.

Lucy: Jaya didn't talk with Lucy for the first few weeks when they became roommates. However, after having a rough day at work and Lucy offering Jaya a hit of her blunt. They talk for hours about weird philosophical stuff, supernatural, terriable exs, and ate two whole pizza together. Let's just say these two became best of friends. Jaya even got Lucy a job at the diner, too.

Don: Jaya doesn't talk to Don much. She says a simple greeting and goodbye when she goes to him to pay rent.

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Thanks for reading. I will make a part 2 soon as possible. Part 2 will include how Jaya and Peter meet.

[jaynowai]

[scoliosisgoblin]

How comfortable are you when you ship your self insert / OC with YB but see others that is not your mutuals ship their sona / OC with YB?

I don't really care about shipping him with whoever. I'm more worried with how I and other portray him

I mean I'm constantly stressed when making yb content, wondering if I made him act in character or not

and I hate it when I'm scrolling on my fyp and I just see art of Peter and I know he'd never do/say any of that, but what the fuck am I supposed to do, tell them they don't know him ⁉️🙏🙏

imo, everyone's version of yb is different, BECAUSE he was made for you. since I love Rick and Morty, my version of yb would probably have already watched the show or would be willing to watch it with me. but if someone else hated it, their version of yb probably would reflect the same

(I spoke with Benny about this) like I hc Peter liking both classical music and goth, but because everyone's got different music tastes, he'd either already fit your mold or he'd try to by listening to what you like and teaching himself to like it and such

[inverted-demon]

Went over this sketch of my Peter x YN cats cause I really liked it and I love how this turned out! X3

Bonus pride version and YourFaveIsInLove version cause I'm gay :3

[pink-anonymous-person]

bye bye smelly golf man 👋 /jk

meme reference ⬇️

[ybblue]

OMG amazing commission by Kennith Stoker AGAIN

Seriously, I love the shading, the lining, and ugh all of it~~~

(PST: commission them here https://thegamefanatic.carrd.co)

[girl-lostconnection]

Peter smiles at you — grin so wide it’s unnatural, feverish blue of his eyes glimmering with phantom heart-shaped reflections. Like your existence alone is reason enough to be ecstatic.

Peter is always there, somehow, miraculously he’s nearby and yeah, the town sure is small, what a coincidence that is, don’t you think, darling? At least he can reach for you the higher shelves in the supermarket and help when your bag gets torn and give you a ride home (he gets you back and you don’t realise until later that he didn’t ask for your address).

Fate sure is mysterious, isn’t it, love?

Peter who doesn’t tell his name immediately, his giggles so girly it would be endearing if he didn’t tower over you at all times, fingers twitching to reach out and touch-touch-touch.

Hug and hold you, sink long thin fingers in your soft giving flesh, get knuckle deep in the wet heat of yours, get handfuls of you in both palms.

The urge so strong he has to actually take a step back, smile a little wider, eyes a little more manic. Thought pounding inside his skull like someone forces a nail down. Touch-touch-touch.

Just this once, just for a moment, just a little bit.

But he never does. Can’t seem to eager, can’t make bad first impression, can’t he?

Should keep himself in check or he risks slipping a little too early and then you won’t be going anywhere.

He simply won’t be able to let you go, that would be impossible, darling, he just can’t, okay? You gotta be careful too or you risk meeting the side of him you may be not ready to see.

Peter brings you bouquets and single roses, his fluency in flower language layering every his gift with hidden meanings and hidden meanings of hidden meanings because the language is dubious at best but somehow he seems to be getting his point across perfectly.

Peter who is there when your dates stand you up, when they leave you waiting and never arrive, not even bothering with “sorry, change of plans”. He is gentle and sweet — candy floss melting on your teeth, his eyes melting you.

Peter is soft taunts and high pitched giggles when you finally laugh, your eyes crinkling in the corners and oh, this is bad. He’s in too deep.

Peter whose hand gets draped over your shoulders, lips pressing a small kiss to the crown of your head, jokes a little darker, smiles a tad more relaxed.

“— He asked me to come to the garden and then, next thing I know — he’s nowhere to be found. Can you imagine? I never found him there.

— Have you tried to dig, darling?”

His joke sits in your head for the next few weeks, his joke an ominous warning you will remember in the next few years because Peter is not going anywhere.

Peter fills up every available space in your life, soaking through your routines, slotting himself inside of your existence.

He’s there for college graduation and internships, for work and grocery shopping, for rent payments and dinners and movie nights and amusement park rides and bookshop dates and—

Peter is everywhere and all at once, he’s the new best friend, best guy, best emergency contact.

Best boyfriend. Your boyfriend, darling.

Peter whose existence cancels out everyone else’s, who takes so much time there is not much left to anyone else. These people should be more understanding to you if they want to be your friends, darling.

The rope around your neck tightening with every executive decision he makes, memory of his dark joke that doesn’t leave you no matter what.

Have you tried to dig, darling?

Peter who’s there for birthdays and Christmas celebrations and independence days and Valentines and 8th of March and everything else.

Every day, every hour, every your breathing moment he slowly fills up until there is nowhere else to go.

Until you notice that you haven’t been out with anyone but him in months, your friends no longer texting, no one checking in with you, some contacts simply vanishing, chats getting deleted.

You know, darling if there is no more space to go he’ll have to make some.

After all, what’s so wrong with pushing few unnecessary people out? He’s all you need, he’s everything you would ever want, isn’t he, darling?

Peter who smiles and kisses you in the mornings, his hands now always on you, his fingers intertwined with yours — he hooked and sank you before you realised he was dragging you down, water filling your lungs, his eyes — feverish blue with heart-shaped reflections.

Have you tried to dig, darling?

Peter never leaves and never lets you leave, sending you Pinterest boards with wedding ideas and measuring your ring finger. Winter or spring, darling? He bets you would look gorgeous no matter the season but the future spouse surely has to have a say in the matter.

Peter doesn’t see need for big guest lists because after all he is there and you are there. No need for too many people and too many eyes and too many chances to lose you in the crowd. That just won’t do.

Peter is sweet candy floss on your teeth, sugar grinding you down, rope tightening until you can’t breathe and can’t scream. Trap clapping shut, his ring shining on your finger, his eyes crinkling with excitement.

You are his forever. He is yours always.

You come back to the same fucking garden your years-old date never came to. Same garden he picked you up from, always so conveniently close, always on the periphery of your life until you loosened your guard and let him in.

There is a new bush in there — lilies blooming so hard your eyes water from intense cloying smell.

Lilies that never were there before, old dark joke pounding from inside your skull, Peter’s hands wrapping around your waist as he grins down at you. Like you two share a secret no one else knows about

Have you tried to dig, darling? Would you like to start now?

[yur-yandere]

Doodle dump!

(A week's worth of doodles dedicated to the gray round man, lol!!)

((some doodles referenced from bases I found that I thought matched Peter's energy perfectly~))

[laz-exe]

silly doodle idea I had 🙈💕