writerfrog

[writerfrog]

A Letter Unsent (alt font)

For my favorite raccoon, @baji-sideblog's writing competition! Here's a small story (or rather letter) for Magnus I've been working on, (this is the alt text to make it look more letter like, though might be harder to read or see, this one is just for the ✨aesthetic✨ look).

A simple and quick story formatted as a letter from the perspective of swan darling to Magnus.

TW: Angst, emotions, words of anger and pain and loneliness, and possible Stockholm syndrome?

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒯ℴ 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓂ℯ𝓇 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝓉ℴ𝓇 ℳ𝒶𝑔𝓃𝓊𝓈

𝐼 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝑔ℴℴ𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉ℴ 𝓁ℯ𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒻𝒾𝓃ℯ. 𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒶𝓂 𝐼 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉ℴ 𝓎ℴ𝓊?

𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉ℴ 𝓎ℴ𝓊, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℯ𝓉 𝓈ℴ 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ. ℳℴ𝓇𝒷𝒾𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓎, 𝐼'𝓂 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓁. ℬℯ𝓃ℯ𝒻𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝒹ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝒷ℯ𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝐼 𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓃𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉.

𝐼 𝒹ℴ 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓎ℴ𝓊, 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝐼 𝒹ℴ 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝒽ℴ𝓌 𝓉ℴ 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒾𝓉. 𝒟ℴ 𝐼 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝐼 𝒻ℯ𝓁𝓉 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝒷ℯ𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊? 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓅𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈𝓊𝓇ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝒷ℯ𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹, 𝒷ℯ𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹ℯ𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓁𝓂𝒶𝓉ℯ? 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽ℯ𝒹 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ 𝓉ℴ𝑔ℯ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇? 𝒟ℴ 𝐼 𝓈𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝑔ℯ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈ℯ𝒹 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓅𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓅ℴ𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝐼 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓂𝒶𝒹ℯ 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓂ℯ?

𝒪𝓇, 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝐼 𝓈𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈ℯ𝒹 𝓂ℯ ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝒽ℴ𝓌 𝓈𝓅ℴ𝒾𝓁ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓉ℯ𝓂𝓅ℯ𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓇ℯ? 𝒫ℯ𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝐼 𝒻ℯ𝓁𝓉 𝒶𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒽ℯ𝒹 ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝒷ℯ𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈ℯ 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓎 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹?

𝒟ℴ 𝐼 𝓈𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓈ℯ𝓃𝓈ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊? ℋℴ𝓌 𝐼 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂ℯ𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓉ℴ𝓊𝒸𝒽ℯ𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓈? ℋℴ𝓌 𝐼 𝒶𝒹ℴ𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝑔𝒶𝓏ℯ 𝓊𝓅ℴ𝓃 𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓁𝒹? 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝓈ℯ𝓃𝓈ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹ℯ 𝐼 𝒻ℯ𝓁𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝒹ℯℯ𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓂ℯ?

𝐼 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁 𝓈ℴ 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊, 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝓂ℯ 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹ℯ 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒶 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒻𝒾𝓇ℯ. ℰ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝓂ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝒶𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈ℯ𝒹 𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓃. 𝐼 𝓇ℯ𝓈ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓎ℯ𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒷𝓇𝒾ℯ𝒻 𝒿ℴ𝓎𝓈.

𝐼 ℴ𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓃 𝓌ℴ𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇, 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓅𝓅ℯ𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒷ℯ𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾ℴ𝓇, 𝓉ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 ℴ𝒻𝒻 𝓈ℴℴ𝓃ℯ𝓇? 𝐼𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓃ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓁 ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝓌ℯ 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒷ℯ𝓈? 𝐼𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓃ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝒹ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓁 𝓉ℴ 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓂ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓎? 𝐼𝒻, ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓇ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝑔ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝓈ℯ𝓃𝓈ℯ, 𝒷𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓉ℯ, 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉ℯ𝒶𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒸ℯ𝒹? 𝒲ℯ𝓇ℯ ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓁𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒷𝓁ℯ, 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓂ℯ?

𝐼 𝒹ℴ𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓁. 𝒩ℴ𝓇 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔ℯ 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒹ℴ𝓃ℯ. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓍ℯ𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝒽ℴ𝒾𝒸ℯ𝓈 ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹ℯ, 𝒻𝒾𝓍 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝒽ℴ𝒾𝒸ℯ𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝒹ℯ, ℴ𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓍 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝒽ℴ𝒾𝒸ℯ𝓈 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝒹ℯ.

𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻 𝓉ℴ ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓈ℯ𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓉ℴ 𝓎ℴ𝓊.

𝐼𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉. 𝒫ℯ𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈, 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸ℯ, 𝓌ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎. 𝒲ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷ℯ 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽𝓎. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅ℴ𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈ℯ𝒹. 𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈ℯ𝒹 𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓃.

𝐼𝓃 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓌𝒶𝓎, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒷ℴ𝓉𝒽 𝓂ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝓌𝒽ℴ𝓁ℯ 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝒹ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℯ𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓇 ℴ𝒻 𝓂ℯ 𝒾𝓈 ℯ𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊.

𝒲ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓌ℯ 𝒹ℯ𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ ℯ𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓎 ℯ𝒶𝒸𝒽 ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇?

ℱℴ𝓇ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝒩ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎,

𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒮𝓌𝒶𝓃

[writerfrog]

A Letter Unsent

For my favorite raccoon, @baji-sideblog's writing competition! Here's a small story (or rather letter) for Magnus I've been working on.

A simple and quick story formatted as a letter from the perspective of swan darling to Magnus.

TW: Angst, emotions, words of anger and pain and loneliness, and possible Stockholm syndrome?

Dearest dear To my friend my former captor Magnus

I hope this letter finds you in good health. I am writing to let you know I am fine. Why am I writing to you?

I have much to say to you, and yet so little. Morbid as it may, I'm even writing with my own quill. Benefit side of being cursed as a swan during the day, I lack quills for naught.

I do not know what it is I can write to you, rather I do not know how to write it. Do I talk about all the pain I felt from being around you? The pressure of being your friend, being told I was destined as your soulmate? That you and I were matched from birth to be together? Do I speak of the anger you caused when you would push any possible friends I could have made away from me?

Or, shall I speak of the frustration you caused me every day from how spoiled and quick tempered you were and still are? Perhaps the fear I felt around you when you lashed out because I didn't pay you mind?

Do I speak of the twisted sense of love I did feel for you? How I dreamed of your touches and kisses? How I adored your gaze upon me as if I was your world? That fucked up sense of pride I felt that you cared deeply for me?

I feel so much for you, it burns me painfully from the inside like a wildfire. Even more after you cursed me as a swan. I resent you for the hurt, but yet still care for you for the brief joys.

I often wonder, should I have stopped your behavior, told you off sooner? If your father never sought my soul out when we were just babes? If my parents never made the deal to have me as your friend for money? If, our entire relationship was forged in a natural sense, by fate, instead of forced? Were our souls not compatible, would you even care for me?

I don't know. I can't tell. Nor can I change what is done. I can't fixed the choices our parents made, fix the choices you made, or fix the choices I made.

I can't even bring myself to ever send this letter to you.

If things were different. Perhaps, in another time and place, we could be happy. We could be healthy. This possible chance of love wouldn't feel cursed. You wouldn't have cursed me as a swan.

In a painful way, I am both more whole away from your side and yet par of me is empty without you.

Were we destined to end up hurting like this by each other?

Forever Never was sincerely,

Your Swan

[writerfrog]

Your name/nicknames: Writerfrog/Writer

Favorite yandere type (or trait): Devoted/worshipping/obsessive

Favorite yandere character: always changing lol (especially OCs by people)

Star sign: Sagittarius

How did you get into yandere content/first encounter: Tumblr, Quotev, and manga I believe? Don't really remember exactly when and how. Have seen a lot of videos that first introduce the concept to me when I was young, but got into it in later years.

yandere pet peeves: I have quite a few lol. Cheater yanderes (or any cheating trope), yanderes that don't see their darlings as a living being/love their darlings just want to own them, weird/creepy age gaps (not to be confused with age gaps, fine with age gaps, mostly talking about the 18/19 year old with someone 30+), the lack of older darlings with older yanderes content (30+ darling with 30+ yandere to clarify), and a few others

I'm tagging @fuchia-faerie-blog and anyone else who wants to join feel free to

Tag Game

Starting a new tag game for yandere creators/fans

Make yourself or your oc with this Picrew:

Your name/nicknames: Calcite (Cal)

Favorite yandere type (or traits): Soft, protective, isolating.

Favorite yandere Character: Ren Hana and Jacob Alden

MBTI/Star sign (you can do one or both): INFP, Cancer

How did you get into Yandere Content/Your first yandere media encounter: First it was phantom of the opera. Then came Quotev fics and yandere asmr 🫢

Yandere pet peeve: I hate it when the love interest is genuinely mean. I understand bratty or a bit messed up but whenever they're just cruel for no foreseeable reason I stop interacting with the content.

And I'm tagging:

@harumoris-yanderes @veebutyans @bun3333s @bottldteardrop @humongouspapercolor anyone else who wants to join!

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Male Yandere Demon OC - Halloween Special

demon OC x (GN) goblin reader

Halloween Special (Not of the main story's timeline)

TW (kind of?): light editing; longish story; uses you/your no (y/n); goblin reader (can be read as human reader though); domestic fluff? slight spoiler to main story due to very brief allude to possible past events; slight moment of fear of losing reader; thoughts of violence (not towards reader); brief dirty thoughts and slightly suggestive words/language; Does kissing count for warnings?; OC's perspective

Mornings were never Abraxas' strong suit. Even before he was casted out of the heavens, he could never fully bring himself to jump out of bed, ready to start the day. Not that he had much of a need to be up since the fall, unless he was summoned by a contractor.

No, for the blue haired demon, he found it takes him at least several minutes of lazing around before he could even think of getting up. But, ever since you came into his life, he found a reason to wake up earlier, even just a bit, before his usual time. Just to see your face, tracing each detail, contour, and line.

All before you wake.

How weak you, a goblin, make him, a demon, feel each morning.

Upon this particular morning though, as Abraxas awakes, he finds the warmth of the morning sun upon his face, and yet, even despite the blankets upon him, his arms were cold.

You weren't there. You weren't there you aren't here you weren't ther-

his heart pound wildly, throwing the blanket off as his feet loudly hit the floor. With a stumble he frantically looks around the room for a sigh of where you could be, of what happened to you to not be in his arms when he woke up.

By the Hells. If you were taken or hurt, he would burn down this town just to find you. He would ẗ̶͔́ě̷̥a̴̺̓r̴̫̊ apart whoever did it limb by li-

Deep breaths. He could hear you probably say to him if you were around. After a few moments of calming himself, he reminds himself of the special soul connection between the two of you. If you were hurt, he'd know how badly, even if it's a paper cut. If you were taken by anyone, he'd be able to track you down. If you ran, he'd hunt you and never let you go

Before the blue haired demon had a chance to use said ability, sounds of movement could be heard from the bathroom, before your voice rings out to him from within.

"Morning Abraxas!"

He sighs, realizing you just happen to wake up early and went to the bathroom. Quickly replying, "Morning dearest contractor."

After listen to you shuffle about in the bathroom, followed by your lovely giggle, the demon watches as your face pops out.

"Close your eyes," he hears you say. Not a command, but a request.

Yet, even if it wasn't a command, if you asked him to give you his right hand he'd rip it off for you. Contract or not, for you he'd do anything.

For now though, he just closed his eyes as you requested. The sounds of you leaving the bathroom and walking towards him was clear.

"Now," he could hear the mischief in your voice, something he hears quite often, "open them."

As he looks, he sees you, dressed in your usual daily garb, but there was something diff-

"Ppff," Abraxas covers his mouth, holding back a laugh for the moment as his yellow eyes fondly gaze upon the two little fake red horns sticking off the top of your head, connected to a cheap black plastic headband.

Knowing how your backside rather well, Abraxas could see one of those fake demon tail made of a cheap fabric, attached to a belt strapped around your hips.

"You make for a lovely imp my dearest contractor," Abraxas finally chuckles, a knuckle curled against his soft lips.

Reaching a hand out, he playfully poking the tiny horns, which were made of some foam or maybe even sponge material. Honestly, the demon half-expected for a fleck of glitter to fall down or cling to a clawed nail of his.

It didn't, to his slight disappointment.

"Sooo," Abraxas draws out his words, with a playful smile as he leans down to your level, "what lucky day is it, that I get to see my beloved contractor in such adorable and silly accessories?"

When you laugh softly, his heart soars. How he never tires of the sounds you make. Especially when he kisses you with the way you whim-

"It's Halloween silly."

His brief thought quickly interrupted by you answering his question.

It took Abraxas a moment to register your words. Like mornings, the demon was never much of a holiday person. Though in this case it was more like he never really had much of a chance to enjoy holidays, too busy with something or other. And it wasn't like it was a big holiday in the Gods' realms and Underworld.

Though Abraxas never really celebrated it, he wasn't ignorant to it either, nor the various customs those of the common realm uphold each year. It was neither a hate nor like of the holiday for him, just a day. Though he does now cherish these days traveling with you

"I forgot it was that time already to be honest," Abraxas admits to you, still grinning, though now a bit more embarrassed than amused as he give a small shrug.

Reaching a hand out again, his strong hands gently tugging on the fake tail, nimble fingers tracing the the hard plastic at the end, the shape similar to his own spade tipped tail.

"I bought these from one of the merchants in the last town. Been saving it for today," you reply to him.

Abraxas nods, amused he didn't realize nor notice you having bought this. Though he reminds himself to update those secret spells of his just in case his dear contractor get an idea

Letting go of the tail, his hands carefully moves up to your face. With the back of his hand, he gently caresses your cheek, how you never fail to make him smile.

"Oh, by the way trick or treat!"

As you stick up you hand with a grin, his gentle caress turns into a playful pinch.

"Ow! Hey! You know, I was kind of hoping you were going to give me something sweet?" you sigh with a small laugh, pushing Abraxas' hand away.

He rolls his eyes, cupping your face as he leans down and presses a kiss upon your lips.

"Sweet enough for you?" He asks, the smug smirk wide enough his sharp incisors were clear as day, adoring the reaction you give as you probably didn't mean that type of sweetness.

"Or did you mean you wanted chocolate or something? My kisses not the right type of sugar for you?" He laughs, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip as he sees your flustered expression.

Before you could answer, he places another kiss to your lips, cupping your face as it lasts for a while.

"WeeelI, if you had given me noticed or a command you wanted to do some trick or treating, I'd might have it ready. But, if you reeeally don't consider my kiss sweet enough for a treat, then for now," carefully Abraxas lifts you, carrying you bridal style back to the soft and still slightly warm bed.

"Guess we'll just consider these as tricks then~. Aaand since Halloween is aaalll day, III guess I'll just have to keep up this trick aaall daaay long. Maybe even all night we'll be kissing," he laughs dropping you on the bed, before trapping you between his arms above you, his deep dark blue wings gently folding out to block out the morning sun shining through the curtains.

If Halloween meant seeing you dressed in such silly items, and you going along with his idea of tricks and treats, perhaps Abraxas will start enjoying these holidays a bit more like you've made his mornings enjoyable.

AN: Sorry it isn't any main story writing! I'll get to that soon, still working on that. Enjoy this Halloween treat though!

[writerfrog]

Male Snow person OC - Darling café collab

Sorry to those who were hoping this is a Abraxas fic update, I'm working on pt 3 as best I can. This took lot of time and effort for a man who was just created because my brain finally hit a corner. Made in pixil art (OC) and 3d paint (combining ID with OC, his info was typed) that was on my laptop already. I am not an artist, but I had fun.

@2-dsimp meet Blake Frost (no relation to Jack Frost or Frosty the snowman no matter what he says/jokes)

[writerfrog]

Male Yandere Demon OC - First Meeting (2)

demon OC x (GN) goblin reader (slightly edited April 1, 2025)

pt 1 -> link

warning: uses you/yours; goblin reader; no "official" meeting yet; no yandere tendency yet; slight paranoid/cautious thinking from yan about reader/darling; light proof reading

Abraxas stares at you, or rather at the fish held firmly in your hand, confused by the gesture. When he attempts to speak, he struggles to figure out what to say, questions he had forming, brewing in his head. The words he manages to croak out surprises even the demon. "Thank you."

The demon was tempted to inhale the crisp fish in his hands, but he knew he'd just lose his only decent meal if he were to eat too fast. So, he sat there on the cold cave floor in silence, watching as you go back to where you had set up your tent in the cave. He didn't know what to make of you, it wasn't as he trusted you nor felt like you couldn't be dangerous, as even in this state of his a goblin like you could probably bring him harm. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to really despise or fear you as you had yet to done anything wrong to him, even giving him food he watched you prepare. Can I trust it is safe though? he wonders. Why did I take it? Why I do that? It could be a trick, a lie. Dangero- CRUNCH Snapping out of his thoughts, he looks up seeing you as you begin to dig into your own freshly cooked fish. Abraxas lets out a sigh he didn't realize he was holding, running his fingers through his hair as they tug a bit on some knots. At this point to him, anything is better than what he has been eating anyhow. So, with slight bit of hesitation, he take a bite. It tasted as if was a feast the lords of Hell would gouge themselves on,. To Abraxas, this simple fish felt as if was everything he would ever need. Despite his desire to take more and more bites as quickly as possible, Abraxas held back as he take his time to chew and swallow each bite. Each bite careful and meticulous to savor the smoky seasoned simple food. It's quiet, save for the sounds of eating, the crackle of the fire, and the faint rapid fall of rain outside. But for once, the silence feels...peaceful.

Perhaps it was a few minutes, perhaps it was many, though of course no less than an hour passes as the blue haired demon finish up the fish, leaving just the bones and stick behind. His throat parched but stomach no longer feeling as it's gnawing at him. Abraxas didn't understand. Understand why you are so kind and yet not curious, not questioning, why you seem to care enough to help him? wh- "Want some?" Shaken out of his thoughts by your voice, his tail shoots up from the sudden surprise as you stand there with a waterskin in hand. He watches as you take a quick sip from it, before holding the container of water up to him. Do beings of this day and age use waterskins? Is it still commonplace in this era in time or is it just a you thing? he can't help but wonder more about you. Waving off those thoughts for now, he simply accepts the water from you with a thankful nod. Like the fish, it felt as if the water was the finest of wines from the deepest parts of Hell, at least compare to the dirty water and no water he's had endured all this time in his capture. Clean, cool, and refreshing, almost sweet against his tongue. After drinking nearly half of the water, Abraxas finally pulled the rim of the container away from his chapped cracked lips, giving them a quick lick to moisten them just a bit ignoring the faint pain, and hands back your water. He says nothing, watching as you take it back and clear up the fish bones and wooden stick, heading to where your tent is in the cave, watching as you check the once wet clothes leaving them out still, and sit close to the warm fire without speaking any other words to him. A few moments pass, and he knows you're soon to sleep after you put out the fire, making sure not even any ember is left to burn before you head inside your tent. As he close his eyes, leaning against the wall to get what little sleep possible, he hears some shuffling from the inside of your tent, watching as your head pops out and scurries over to him. He's quiet, as he watch while you leave a clean folded blanket next to him before you scurry back to your tent. Closing his eyes once more, he hesitates, but grabs the blanket to wrap it around himself, as he drifts off the a dreamless sleep. His slumber coming a bit quicker than it has in a while. AN: sorry for the slow pacing and long time since last post, it just has a lot planned, and a bit of a slow burn

[writerfrog]

Male Yandere Demon OC - First Meeting

Demon OC x (GN) Goblin reader (slight edited Oct. 22, 2024) pt 2 -> link

The first time, Abraxas (Demon OC) meets his goblin darling (gn reader no usage of y/n). TW: Mentions of torture, such as being starved (and given rotten food and bloody meat), bound in chains and cut with sharp items, description of extreme injuries including wounds reopening (all done to OC by third party, a cult, not between yandere and darling) descriptions of pain as well as curse words. Angst. No yandere stuff yet.

Taking in a deep gasp, he found himself waking up from another night of a nightmare that is soon forgotten as Abraxas looks around at his living nightmare. He lets out a sigh, wincing as he can feel the metal around his wrists and neck from the inscribed holy magic on the chains that kept him connected to the cave wall digging into his skin from how tightly it was placed upon him.

"At least I didn't have my wings out when these fuckers summoned me," he grumbled under his breath, throat still stinging from his screaming from just a few hours ago. Abraxas hissing, still feeling the pain of the dagger used upon his skin, trying to at least sit up after his brief sleep upon the cold wet cave floor that is his prison. He could feel a few scars reopening, the cloaked mages that summoned him hasn't bothered to even wrapping the injuries, much do anything to make sure his wounds would heal properly. The loud growl of his stomach and the sharp pains reminds the blue haired demon that it had been days (or was it weeks? He hasn't been able to keep track of time) since a cult member has given him food or checked on him (he refuses to count those days the head mage of the group would cut into his skin to take some of his blood as "checking in on"). Pushing the greasy curls from his face (how he misses being able to clean, the sounds of the rain outside the cave seem to taunt him from any chance of cleaning or even drinking the fresh rain) he looks around the cold dimly lit cave for anything one of the mages might have left for him when he was passed out resting. The scent of copper hits his nose, and with a grimace, Abraxas's bright yellow eyes turn to the source of the stench, before gagging a bit as he sees the slab of bloody meat, not even cleaned or cooked. He could still see the fur of whatever creature it once was. Though he had shed a lot of blood over the centuries of him forming contracts with many beings, it didn't mean the demon was the type to eat raw meat, much less bloodied meat. Yet these bastards keep serving him these things. It wasn't even on a plate, instead the blood dripping from the slab of meat was being soaked up by the dirty floor of the cave, gathering dirt, rocks, and Hells knows what else? The only thing paired with the blood meat was a piece of bread that had a familiar fuzzy look to it as many of the foods, that weren't meat, he has been given had looked. Still, the sharp pains in his stomach reminds him that he needs something to fill him, that the demon needs to suck it up as he's done before whenever he was fed. The aches of his body is ignored as he reaches towards the food, pulling it closer to him. Abraxas takes a few breathes, trying to ready himself to consume another stomach churning meal, when he hears the sounds of footsteps, smaller, lighter compared to the mages who's footsteps he has memorized after the first week of his entrapment. Before Abraxas could do anything, he sees a pair of eyes staring at him from the tunnel that lead to the entrance of the cave. With those eyes (eyes he can't help but be enchanted by) is a face, attached to a body, the body of the being who had entered. The being, too short to be a orc or elf. Too short to be part of the human mages that kept him trapped, too short to even be a dwarf. Rather...a goblin? Before he could speak to scare off this being, they begin to take off their wet cloak and the backpack (that was bigger than the goblin's own body), the goblin begin to set up a small tent, just a few feet away from Abraxas. Not even looking nor speaking to Abraxas, the goblin begins to gather up some rocks in the cave, pulling out some dry sticks they kept in their bag, starting up a fire. The light from the fire brings a comforting glow to the cave, though Abraxas has to close his eyes from it. As he blinks and attempts to try and figure out what the goblin is doing, he smells the mouthwatering scent of fish. Turning to look at the goblin, he sees as the goblin cooking two fishes on sticks over the campfire. Before long, the fishes quickly cook, the scent making Abraxas' stomach grumble loudly, the demon turning his head away embarrassed of how far a powerful demon like him had fallen and how desperate he feels now. He turns his head once more when he feels a gentle tug on the dirty fabric of his pants, looking down at the goblin as they hold out one of the fish for him. "For you," they say.

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Intro to blog/masterlist link/rules

INBOX OPEN INTRO Just starting out for fun, will update later. This is the main blog account for my SFW yanderes and OCs and SFW fics. Will update whenever I have the time and also edit stories from time to time Again this is a blog mostly with yandere OCs, so if you aren't comfortable with yanderes DNI. Most of my OCs are male and male presenting (will make fem OCs at some point though). While I do write GN readers/darlings, they might accidently come off as fem reader/darling so I apologize for that in advance. Will have all all fics written as GN reader unless requested otherwise. NSFW stuff is posted on a sideblog (still working on making that) and have it's own rules. MASTERLIST LINK (NONE YET) Rules for this account (PLEASE READ) 1. I won't write your OCs as a reader insert type of request (meaning super specific detailed in looks type of requests since I want to try and keep it reader insert situation), though if you have a type of yandere in mind I might try to write it if I can think of a character for the yandere 2. I don't do fandom writing? Meaning I won't write for anything from a show, anime, book, manga, or movie since I'm still struggling to catch up on a lot of the fandoms I'm already a part of. So any "reader like so and so from this anime" or "reader with ability like this character" I won't do since I don't want to mess it up or get the character/ability wrong. 3. I'm not an artist, (as you can tell by my homemade frog avatar for tumblr) nor am I too good at describing characters' looks naturally (specific/personal reason in terms of how I learned to write), so I will use picrew and such to give a idea of what my characters look like. (I do not use AI art nor wish to, so please do not tell me to use that it's my personal choice no hate to others though) I do use piskel for the pixel art/dividers you may see 4. If you know me from a specific discord and happen to come to my tumblr from that discord 👀, you don't 🤫(seriously though, I do want to keep as much as personal information as private on this tumblr as possible, so if you do know my real information don't bring it up to my tumblr account please). Picrews I use -> list (will be added once I have my characters ready for posting)