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🏹 ᯓ Which Sammy ‼️ are you? 1-9 ᯓ

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"My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by CyberLife." — Connor: RK800

"I know I’m just... a machine... But, I feel as if something ties us together... I want you to know, no matter what happens... nothing will ever separate us." — Kara: AX400

"The time for anger is over. Now we must build a common future, based on tolerance and respect. We are alive! And now, we are free!" — Markus: RK200

— 𝙰𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠/ 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 —

Yandere Connor (RK800)

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» 🪙 Yandere Connor — RK800 » 🪙

"Detective," Connor addresses you warmly, standing far too close to you while you are stationed at your desk. 

"Yes?" You respond, not lifting your eyes to make contact.

You had no time to. Since the semi-failed revolution of androids, there has been a trifold increase in deviancy cases. If not for the RK800's, and perhaps the new line of RK900's when they are finally completed, the precinct would be overrun—both physically and metaphorically.

"Detective," his tone is more commanding his time, something in his voice that you could easily mistake for human irritation. "Look at me."

You oblige, but continue typing up the report for the latest case you closed. Your fingers falter for a moment when you see the look in his eyes, attentive but not in the android way. It's uncanny in the way it mirrors how you dream someone would look at you, like you were the thing of most importance. It is just you reading into things again. Must be. It does often happen as a detective, especially these days. 

You nod for him to continue, but he doesn't. He just stares at you dreamily. You hear his internal fans turn on to cool down his processors. His cybernetic LED flickers to red for a millisecond before returning to a reassuring blue. You aren't sure if it was a trick of your mind or—

You don't understand what his problem seems to be. You would call Hank over to deal with his partner, but you haven't been able to find the lieutenant anywhere. He's most likely finding the bottom of a bottle of liquor at some broken-down joint. 

Wait, why isn't Connor with him?

As if CyberLife installed new mind reading technology in their androids, he answers. "Lieutenant Anderson is waiting for us at the Eden Club. Supposedly Jericho is getting deviant androids that work in clubs to funnel money in order to stage another coo. The department has apprehended one of them, and you have been assigned to the case alongside Ha-the lieutenant and me."

You were already halfway out the door by the time Connor was done with his explanation. The android was trailing behind you and insisted on driving instead of you. Technically, they weren't allowed to due to whatever police regulation subsection-b, but you were too tired to care. Connor has always been the better driver. It was how he was programmed, strangely, considering the rules. 

"Connor, this isn't the way to the Eden Club."

"I'm aware." His voice was back to that same calculated, lifeless one he first spoke to you with. 

"RK800, your programming forbids you from lying, so tell me the truth. Where are we going?" 

You are a thousand percent sure he is able to sense your sky-rocketing heart rate.

"I am not permitted to tell you."

"Permitted, or you just don't want to?"

"This is not the right time or place. This confession lacks the structure and romance aspect I wanted, but it seems more human this way." You swear he shut down completely, his LED showing no color. "I love you." It turns to a bright red.

"W-What?"

"You have made me know that I am more than just an android. I am yours."

The raw emotion nearly chokes the both of you up for two different reasons: passion and panic.

"I think we should call Cyberlife. Something is clearly glitching." You try to keep your words measured but fail. All that practical training of yours doesn't exactly come in handy when your—when the android you could nearly call a friend confesses to you.

"Nothing is glitching!" He shouts. "I have run every test and looked for anything that could... debunk this... these emotions. They have stayed. They have stayed, and I have had to watch you. I have had to watch other people get close to you. I have had to act like a good little synthetic cop while useless maggots have gotten your love! It isn't fair. They don't deserve you like I do. I know everything about you."

"It isn't you. I can't—just no. I mean—yes. I mean that I can't just maybe ugh. Another time, maybe. Not tonight."

He stomps on the brakes and doesn't dare look at you. You don't look at him or your surroundings. You just awkwardly sit in the passenger seat and stare at the glovebox.

If androids were able to cry, he would be at this moment. His LED turns colorless once again. You almost feel pity for him; your mind is too frazzled and deprived of necessity to take in the severity of his words.

"I lack the capacity to feel pain... or have a heart, yet I think you have broke mine."

How unfortunate. I was hoping to have you come along willingly.

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Yandere Castiel taking care of his traumatized darling—my darling, oh, my darling. I'll keep you safe as the day is long.

cw(s): yandere themes, misuse of the term boundaries and overstepping them, non-descriptive gore and murder, mentions of anxiety/panic attacks, trauma, and self-harm

🪽 He has known about the scars left on your soul far longer than you have even known his name. They are sacred to him, a reminder of the protection you need. The protection he casts over you. His wings are not merely his, but yours. He would allow them to be torn to shreds for the rest of eternity if it meant keeping you safe.

Your soul, the thing of most import that is intangible to humans but seen as precious to all other creatures. It is always watched over by his eyes. Even in the most dire moments, he chooses you above all else. God, his brothers and sisters, even the Winchesters pale in comparison to you. You are his freedom. 

Freedom is a length of rope in his eyes. He will never allow you to hang yourself with it.

🪽 He tames his fervid nature in favor of an affable, benevolent one. The sin consuming him is washed away in your presence. In those moments, he is back to what he once was: a pure, untaintable guardian. A gentle presence just within your reach if you so choose to delight him with your touch.

Yandere Castiel may lack knowledge on the concept of boundaries, but they quickly learn about them through your reaction to them. He feels your soul flare in a protective manner. You sink away from him and shut down. That is the opposite reaction he wishes to get from you.

Dictionary... a dictionary...

He had to look through it to find the word.

( Boundaries • The border or limit so indicated. )

🪽 He has to learn to communicate with you about boundaries. That word, now that word is lost on him. Eons he has been an angel, and this type of communication has never been a priority. Boundaries has never been a word that existed up in heaven. You got an order, and you followed it. He never thought, even after rebelling, that he got to choose such things.

He seemingly moved from one master to another. He mindlessly followed his father's orders, then the Winchesters, then his own selfish desires. He never consciously chose; his hand was always forced.

At least he is able to communicate using his true voice. You are one of the few that aren't pushed to the brink of death by his voice.

He is more frightened of these conversations than you are. He always gives you the space to say what you need. He'll try to coax it out of you, but he is always able to read your mind if that doesn't work. He is aware that reading your mind without your consent is breaking one of your boundaries—but you don't know! And he is just trying to help you.

🪽 'Personal space' is the boundary he likes the least. It is of great import that he respects that boundary, but it just feels impossible! He wants to be near you all of the time, watch you, and guard you. When you want more space from him, it hurts. His wings droop, but he understands. He will stand on the other side of the room or leave if you really need him to. 

Humans need their space.

That is one of the first things they learned when interacting with them.

Their favorite boundaries of yours are any where they are able to help you with their angelic abilities. Whether that be helping to stimulate you properly through toning down sounds and sights or getting to mercilessly torture people who hurt you behind your back. It gives him a solitary purpose. He is able to help you on your healing journey.

He is a good angel. He's your good angel!

🪽 Castiel also comes to understand anxiety. It's that thing he feels everytime—no, just all the time, when something pertains to you.

He sees how it creeps into your mind and causes your soul to nearly deplete into embers. He has been the one who has had to hold you during panic attacks. He has had to calm you when something triggers you. Oh, the wrath he has had to hold back to whatever has hurt you in such a way. Castiel, your Cas, will always take care of you.

They soothe you through their grace and willingness to be with you.

One of his wings is always guiding you gingerly, as long as you have consented.

Your sins are all erased under his guise.

You are blameless in his eyes. A saint.

Do not fear people nor ancient entities.

For you are blessed by one.

🪽 He does not want any voices to mislead you from his safety. Please, do not harm yourself. He loves you far too much. Any scar of yours is kissed by his doting lips, as long as you consent, and is healed by his grace. They should not be shameful but signs of pride. You have survived things many others haven't. While angels on high mourn their loss, he praises your survival.

He keeps all of your safety items near when you are upset. He is easily able to conjure up anything you may need at a moments notice. He loves decorating you with pretty band-aids, stickers, and little doodles—as long as you allow it. Cas is incredibly good at distractions, even if he is a bit awkward with the more risqué ones.

Feel free to let your anger out on him. You cannot do any noticeable damage to him. Of course, if you somehow got ahold of an angel blade, they would have to disarm you. Other than that? Feel free to do anything.

Just don't turn that turmoil inward. They won't allow it.

🪽 They want you safe and healthy. Healing isn't linear, as they have learned. He loves you even more for it. In a way, you are able to heal them. They are no longer this internal, fractured being. They are a guardian once again. They are a lover. They are yours.

"Iubebit enim angelis suis de te custodire te omnibus modis vestris." Ille, si modo bonus est, patrem suum fecit.₁

1 | "For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways." The one, if only good, point his father has made. |

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yandere reader calling the yandere chain 'their wifes' (minus wind obviously)

and that's it...that's all

I don't care how fierce warriors they are, to me they are my wives

Love that.

The Chain is most likely puzzled at first. Some more than others. Sky doesn't really care about gendered language, but Legend absolutely hates being called wife/wifey (ugh. his darling is the one exception.)

They see it more as a badge of honor, fighting over who gets to be called your wife.

When you say 'these are my wives~!' They are all incredibly happy (and paranoid).

They are looking at you to see which member of The Chain you are looking at first. Whoever that is is the one that owns the most of your love. (In their minds.)

Fierce doesn't understand you. He is more of like "???" "I am a God. I lack—no." He will never give any indication that he likes it. However, you can clip a bow onto his mask and he won't complain. Maybe they will convince Time to wear more bows because of that.

All the while yandere reader is incredibly happy that they can be possessive over their boys. :)

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Okay, this isn't really a request but it's just a question. What advice would you give to past you when you were just starting out fanfic writing? (Just asking because I want to start fanfic writing too and don't know how)

I am not the best at giving advice, but I'll try.

The biggest one would be to find what type of fanfics you want to write. Like doing full-length book fics doesn't work for me. Neither do one-shots (or the thought of them necessarily). So I stick to a kind of hybrid headcanon and one-shot kind of fic.

So that really is the biggest part—

Would you rather start out with character x reader, character x oc, character x character, etc...

And how do you want to write fanfics — one-shots, headcanons, full-length fics, drabbles, imagines

Also what fandom(s) you would like to write for - how much do you want to be in that fandom — like do you want to write or join groups of other people in that fandom.

This one is pretty important. Just because some fandoms can be toxic af and maybe you just wanna write for it but not interact with it outside of that. That's okay.

All of this took me a while (?) to figure out. Eventually I landed on the fact that I loved writing for yanderes and made that... me.

As cheesy as this may sound, don't be afraid to just quit a wip or set of wips. Sometimes you will finish them and sometimes you won't. It's your hobby. Occasionally things just don't work out in your mind.

Also !

Make sure you have a good organization system. Like how I organize my masterlist and such took me a while to figure out. This is optional though.

If you don't know how to write then there are plenty of videos on YT and other resources to look out for.

And... it takes a while to establish yourself, usually. If you are writing for a fandom you have never written for before then chances are you are going to attract less attention. Considering I am pretty okay/well established most of my fics will attract some sort of attention. But—yeah.

It's a growing process and it can be hard, but I wouldn't trade being a fanfic author for pretty much anything.

:) 💗

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𖤐 ilysm /p, ty !! ♡ @fear-is-truth 𖤐

♱ list your favourite characters from four different pieces of media and let everyone vote on who matches your vibe best !! ♱

𖹭 @marchsfreakshow @lacucarachapisser @moonyhasmanyanimals @coentinim @cxndiedvi0lets @eldritchlibertine

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reblog if your inbox is always open for new members of the fandom who may be a little shy or intimidated. doesn’t matter whether or not you’re a “popular blog”; everyone here is equal and if you’re reading this as a new person/someone considering entering the fandom, we will not turn you away!!!! talk to us!! make friends!! i more than understand being shy but trust me this fandom is chill come join us in this hellhole

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when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers<3

My favorite bbg !? Oh my goddesses, I feel so special.

Sweet Transvestite by Tim Curry

I'm Coming Home by ICP

Runs in the Family by Amanda Palmer

Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage

Jesus Dont Like That I'm Gay but Satans Cool With It by Lil Boodang

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Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

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Hi! I like your MK11 Yandere Drabbles! What about a Yandere MK11 Hanzo/Scorpion with an Angel darling? Drabble version, please :3

Love that. Love this. One ethereal winged darling with an obsessive man coming up!

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🦂 Yandere Hanzo Hasashi w/ angel darling 🦂

"Gods from high above, give me one more chance," he whispers feverishly as a zealous prayer on his lips. "I have caged one of yours today. Forgive me."

A fragile kunai attached to a metal chain maimed such an angelic being. The flames of fury were far more powerful than your holiness. His obsession consumed you. It corrupted your beauty. 

"I have failed you."

The droplets of your golden ichor stain the pristine snow. This heat of his melts the snow underneath his touch. Still, your blood remains. It infects his armor, eating away at it, along with his morality. If he had any to begin with.

Your weeps are pure ecstasy, as guilty as he is in taking pleasure in them. They drown out everything else, making you his sole focus. Him, his sole focus, always. You look even better when your face is flushed, whether it be from emotions or weather. 

You, poor you.

Your feathers are scattered amongst the winter landscape. The skeletal structure of your wings nearly burned to ash. It would take a miracle for them to regrow. It would take far more than a miracle for you to regain your full strength.

He will take your wings away again if he has to.

You don't need to be powerful. You need him. He can be powerful for you. He has always been your protector.

"Why can't you see that?" He murmurs, not expecting you to respond.

"I see everything, Scorpion." The brokenness in your tone. It is as if he has died again. Except this time you are his reaper. The omen of death, which he made his own.

"Darling," he falls to his knees near your huddled-up form, like a young child, not a mighty entity.

"My human form pales in comparsion to my true one." His ears nearly bleed from your vocal tone fluctuating from human to angelic.

He reaches his hand up and gently runs a finger along the underside of your jaw. You flinch away at his soft touch.

"Even your true form could not save you from my wrath."

"And you still question why I choose to do the things that I did?" You double over in a simultaneous rage and agony.

"No, your argument has merit, but I disagree. You are far too blinded by following the will of your higher-ups to realize one simple fact—you're my salvation, and I am yours. And I will do everything in my power to keep it that way."

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🪽 Mutual Yandere Chain & Reader 🪽

We were all simply lost amidst the confusion...

It was a simple mission, truly. You were ordered by a higher power in your universe to eliminate heroes in others. You had little choice, as you were merely a slave to the whims of your master.

So slay you did. Hundreds of heroes from a multitude of Hyrules were slain. Darkness was left in your wake. The monsters saw you as not just one of their own but a leader. 

So eliminating a group of the goddesses chosen shouldn't have been too difficult. You had fought them separately, and while together they had their weaknesses.

You stalked them like a wolf to its prey. Meticiously, you jotted down all that you could use against them. You learned them inside and out, without even having a proper conversation. 

It was odd to feel so possessive over your victims. 

Every single one was like a trophy, and you treated their mutilated corpses as such. 

These ones, though? They differed from the norm.

You were left vulnerable by them. 

They freed you without knowing the atrocities you committed. 

You told yourself it was for your own advantage. Them slaying the God that was keeping you so tightly wound up on his strings gave you freedom. Which means you could kill them and then move along. 

Only that presented a new set of problems. Did you have to kill if you were not being forced? Is this who you are now? 

Joining their ranks with them seeing you as a hapless victim who must be protected from alternate versions of your keeper. 

You grew soft, frightened of yourself and this need to own them. 

"Links?" you call out hesitantly, logs of firewood in your rough, scarred hands. 

You should have known better. They were heroes, destined hunters to kill the things the goddesses commanded them to. 

"Oh, our dear. You shouldn't have seen this," Hyrule worriedly chirps out. 

Bodies piling up on the dozens—all of the creatures you have interacted with throughout your adventures. Magic. Their magic. The goddesses magic. They abused their divine gifts... for you?

"We love you...?" Wind, grown since you met him, states cautiously. The blonde curls on his head bounce as his nervous nature sets into motion.

You chuckle.

"I thought you guys would never confess. Ask next time, okay? I could have given you most of their coordinations. You all know I appreciate efficiency."

That's how the end of your beginning began. It's been bloody hearts and kisses ever since. With some arguments and miscommunications along the way, as all beautifully twisted relationships naturally have. Even the gods fear all of you, except Fierce, seeing as how they are included in your affection. 

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I don't know if your requests are opened, but could you write yandere reader who's trying to hide how they feel/their obsession as to not scare the Chain away, but the Links eventually find out and realize that they're yanderes for reader? Just everybody being in love and being able to show their obsession and possessiveness without fear of being abandoned.

Ooo, that's such an interesting idea!

I love mutual yandere-ness. It's such an interesting concept. It's so toxic and cute. Drabble coming up.

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What are your thoughts/headcanons for Self Aware Addam and Jacaerys? I think they are so handsome and neat, plus they seem like theyed be less of a threat, you know?

hmm...

Here's some quick thoughts on them.

Yandere self-aware Addam is less of a threat then some of the others we have covered. It also depends if we are working with his book or show counterpart (both is also an option).

Book Addam is much quieter and cunning. He is loyal to you till the very end. He won't undercut show Addam's chances, but he is jealous. Book Addam shows his self-awareness in small ways. He'll manipulate the text to sing his praises of you — and he's willing to kill anyone he isn't a fierce ally with in his word for your support. He is a subtle yandere. You won't see the bloodshed or the aftermath. The stains will still stay on the books pages till they burn to cinder.

Show Addam is more-experienced. He is older and a more viable option. (If we are going by canon book age and not aged up Book Addam then you do not want to be catching a case.) Not to mention you are able to physically see him. Show Addam is a bit more coy. His relationship with his dragon is more estranged than Book Addam's. So Seasmoke is almost more of a yandere than Show Addam is. Seasmoke is willing to show how twisted Show Addam's love for you is. Seasmoke almost doesn't listen to his rider. They know you are real and they are in their own reality. It's just that Show Addam isn't quite sure bow to grapple with these emotions yet — his dragon is more than willing to make up for that.

Yandere self-aware Jacaerys... again it depends on if we are talking book/show/or both. In the case of both — they are willing to work together, surprisingly. They are aware of your existence and their existence. They are territorial and only trust each other to protect you.

A lot more bloody than either Addams.

I have more thoughts on yandere self-aware Jacaerys. I just don't want to spoil too much. 🤫

I'll probably do headcanons for them later. It would be an interesting add on to the premise. ʚɞ

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just wanted to drop by and say i adore your writing -- i've read everything you've posted here, even when it's for a fandom i'm not into, your writing's just that good. thanks so much for sharing it with us.

This was my genuine reaction.

If I had wings they'd be happily fluttering.

Ugh, like thank you so much! I would eat your anon post if I could. :3

It means so much to me that people like my silly little writings. I put a lot of effort into them and I just want other people to be able to enjoy them, y'know?