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Ophelia's Flowers.

Dr. Stockill / Gender Neutral Reader

Fandom: The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls.

No Spoilers.

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Ambiguous yan - can be read as platonic or romantic.

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Content Warning: Reader is gender neutral but is ‘feminine’ in appearance/attire; detailed as having long hair and wearing a dress.

Please proceed with caution if such descriptions may make you uncomfortable/dysphoric.

(If there’s anything else I need to add please let me know.)

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“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance.”

Thin herbal leaves speckled by soft purple flowers join the wreath that lies upon your head.

“Pray you, love, remember.”

The doctor’s thin lips echo the immortal words of Shakespeare, whispered under his breath. The office is eerily silent and it let you hear every syllable.

“And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts…”

Indigo and yellow petals are laid in your hair. Tucked amongst the braids woven with a tenderness unfound in this damned building.

“There’s fennel for you, and columbines.”

The Ophelia Gallery has returned. One of the asylum’s yearly ventures: a show for the masses, or perhaps a warning to all the women who are just one misstep away from being thrown in to it. Locked away for some pitifully small offence.

“There’s rue for you, and here’s some for me.”

The little yellow specks on thin green stalks are added to the adornment. Stockill’s fingertips are wrapped around the stem; placing it carefully behind your ear.

“We may call it 'herb of grace' o' Sundays.”

Dr Stockill’s spindly fingertips curl around another stem, snapping it with the swiftness of a guillotine. He slides it into his waistcoat pocket, beside the stem of wilting violets.

“- Oh, you must wear your rue with a difference.”

A pair of nails presses into the skin under your chin, while the fingers they belong to tilt your head slowly. Dark eyes scan over his work; an artist searching for a spot on his canvas to add another stroke of colour.

"There’s a daisy. I would give you some violets,"

At the mention of those flowers, your gaze darts down to the wilting purple flowers in his waistcoat.

"But they withered all when my siste-"

Your eyes flick up; meeting his abyssal stare.

He pauses, before calmly correcting himself. The alteration smooth enough for the mistake to be ignored. Yet, it did not escape your notice.

"But they withered all when my father died."

He concludes his speaking as The Mad Ophelia, the illusion of her visage shedding from his voice. In her place, the true persona of The Callous Doctor Stockill.

With the silence of the room restored, you stand from your chair, assuming that this is your cue to leave. To join your fellow inmates outside in the crude display of the Ophelia Gallery.

But you barely take a few strides before you hear-

"I did not grant you permission to leave." The doctor's stern voice cloaks the sound of your footsteps.

In an instant, you stop in your tracks. You do not have the courage to turn around; do not have the courage to meet his eyes again.

As your nervous hands twirl and twist the overgrown strands of hair on your head, one of the flowers falls to the floor. Despite its weightlessness, the thud of it hitting the wooden planks is agonising.

Internally, you curse yourself. The cursing turns to anxiety. Anxiety to panic.

Racing thoughts worsen with every step the doctor takes towards you. Until he is directly behind you. His shadow blanketing your form.

"You will not be going out there." Stockill states calmly, while his spider-like manoeuvres return the fallen flower to its rightful place.

"Why not..?" The question leaves your lips before you can think to stop it.

There is a second of stillness.

"You are in no position to ask." The doctor replies firmly. He is the superintendent of this Asylum. He does not need to justify himself to a mere patient.

But soon, he takes a breath, admission bubbling in his throat. He wishes to confess with the fervour of a sinner to a priest. The words like a river battering against a breaking dam.

"Those people out there... the weak, depraved, people of this city... they do not deserve to look upon this."

The doctor divulges, his voice is quieter than you have ever heard it. His hands place themselves upon your shoulders, slowly turning you to face him. He is puzzled by his own wish to admit this all... but he does not have the will to stop himself.

"The women would be disconcerted and disgusted by you, while the men would care only for what lay beneath your robes." He continues as the light of the room hits your skin and illuminates his work.

His expression twitches ever so slightly, in what seems to be anger. Or maybe disgust? You wonder whether that look is directed at you, the people he was describing, or himself.

"And so, you will stay here." The doctor announces, his normal volume flaring up like a violent breeze. It nearly makes you jump.

"Here?" you repeat.

"Here. In my office. Or perhaps my laboratory should I need to venture down there." Stockill clarifies, a touch of irritation is his typically vacuous tone.

"Am I understood?"

The man's question is hardly that: a question. Instead, it is an extension of his command. A rhetorical statement, demanding compliance.

And, with a small nod in response, you comply.

The doctor's hands loosen their hold on your shoulders. You hadn't realised how harshly his nails were biting into your skin; forming dents in the fabric of your dress.

"Good." Dr. Stockill comments coldly. Yet, somehow, there's a touch of approval laced within.

After taking a final glance over your features; the ghostly white dress that hangs over your figure; and the flowers laden in your hair; he lets go. The creaking noise of wooden floorboards resounds as he leaves your side.

"Now, I have to fetch some supplies from elsewhere. Necessities for my work. I will be back shortly." He informs as he straightens the cuffs on his shirt. Stockill's earlier anger and disgust are replaced by an eerie calm, like vines covering a building; hiding it away, as though it had never existed in the first place.

The hinges cry with a mouse-ish squeak as the door opens, the doctor disappearing into the asylum's labyrinth of corridors.

He leaves the door unlocked.

It lay ajar. The latch not clicked into place. A move too foolish to be made by the precise and meticulous physician.

It leaves you with one conclusion: this is a test.

The door taunts you. Tugs on your sleeves. Nags you to leave... Urges you to run from this room, to the company and sanctuary of the other inmates, far from the constricting grasp of the doctor's web...

But, despite your fear, you remain.

You sit back down upon your chair.

You adjust the petals he laid in your hair.

And you listen to the muffled sounds of the Ophelia Gallery outside.

As you wait for him to return.

Just as the doctor knew you would.

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#Dr stockill #Montmorency stockill #Yandere doctor #yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #Yandere dr. stockill #the asylum for wayward victorian girls #tafwvg #dr. stockill

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Yandere! Slappy the Living Dummy Headcanons

Fandom: Goosebumps.

No Spoilers.

Character Version: Book!Slappy

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Ambiguous yan - can be read as platonic or romantic.

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Content Warning: Manipulation, isolation, possessive behaviour, kinda stalking?

(If there’s anything else I need to add please let me know).

Big apologies to anyone who is scrolling through the goosebumps tag and managed to come across this... I am cringe as hell, but I am free!

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- Before we begin, let’s get a quick rundown on Slappy:

- He’s an evil, manipulative, and sadistic ventriloquist dummy, who’s near-impossible to defeat in the long term.

- So basically, an entity you’d never want to be obsessed with you.

- Let’s go with the typical Goosebumps narrative: you found him lying around, asleep, and (for some damn reason) you decided to bring him home!

- You pick the sheet of paper out of his pocket and read the words inscribed.

- “Karru Marri Odonna Loma Molonu Karrano”

- As the days pass by, strange things begin to happen around your home.

- It starts off small; things being out of place, items disappearing and reappearing, the sound of footsteps echoing through the house in the dead of night when you’re sure that nobody else is awake.

- And, even more strangely, that ventriloquist dummy you found keeps appearing on your bed: sitting beside your pillow and staring down at you. Creepy.

- At this stage, Slappy observes your daily life. He doesn’t make his sentience known just yet.

- He sees your routine, your hobbies, your family, and your friends…

- It’s those last two that really grind his gears.

- Slappy sees you and your loved ones. He sees you doing nice things for them: giving them gifts, doing favours, or offering to help them with tasks.

- His little wooden mind misinterprets this as you serving them. An odd leap to make, until you account his strange fixation on making people his ‘slaves’. In his head, that’s what you must be doing, that’s the only thing you could be doing, right?

- And so, Slappy starts getting antsy. Why are you serving those useless fleshbags when you should be serving him? He’s the only person (or dummy in this case) that you should be focusing on.

- Here is when his interruptions of your daily life start to become more extreme.

- He openly tries to get your attention. This is achieved by causing as many problems and messes as his 3-foot-something form allows. At this point he may reveal that he’s alive.

- Alongside this, he’ll start pushing away your friends and family.

- A few cruel pranks, a handful of exposed secrets, and a couple of damaged items is all it takes for him to leave you completely alone.

- Except for him of course.

- And, with no one else to turn to, you’ll finally give into his demands; willing to be his loyal servant for the rest of your life.

- At least, that’s what he hopes, what he imagines, as his glassy eyes stare unblinkingly.

- Staring down at your sleeping face, once again. Night after night.

- Until there's nothing left for you, but him.

#slappy the dummy #goosebumps #goosebumps slappy #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #male yandere #tw yandere #yandere blog #yandere #slappy

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Sooo… I’ve got another blog now…

A bit of self-promotion never hurt anyone… XD

Out, Damned Spot!

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Male Yandere (Micah) / Gender Neutral Reader

(Written in 2nd person.)

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TW: Implied murder (left vague as to whether it actually occurred), implied abuse, mentions of kidnapping/imprisonment.

(If there’s anything else I need to add to the TWs please let me know).

The title makes it really obvious that I studied Macbeth for English Lit… XD

Also, first post, hehe!

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The blood was still there.

Micah has washed this sweater a billion times.

It was still there. As though it was woven into the fabric itself, embedded among the threads. Intertwined, like it had always been there.

He should have thrown it away.

And he’s thought about it.

Countless times, he’d found himself in front of the fireplace and holding the sweater in his shaky hands. He extends his arms. The sweater is held out. A sacrifice to a dark god. The flames reach up from the ashes as though they were sinners desperately clawing up from hell. Snatching, slashing, singeing. Closer. Closer. Closer...

But, every time, he pulls back. He holds it close. He cradles it in his arms. The fabric is unbearably soft against his shirt, neck, and face. When it’s in his arms he wonders why he ever wanted to burn it.

He knows why. And it’s because of you.

This was yours.

Well, technically his, and you simply “borrowed” it.

He let you wear it on your first date. He couldn’t bear to steal it back. Besides, it looked better on you then on him.

Many days have gone by since that arcade date. Weeks and months, celebrations and get-togethers. Late night conversations and emotional heart-to-hearts.

But in one night, just one night, that happiness was swept out from under him.

Micah can’t remember what happened that night.

He remembers the moments before disaster: the shouting, the fury, the disgust.

He remembers how you tried to run. How you screamed at him; calling him a “fucking creep”.

He remembers the rope burn on your wrists, your eyes bloodshot, your face moulded into an expression of fear.

You saw something you weren't supposed to. He told you to never go down there. He had to do this. He had to keep you here.

In the moment, he swore that it was your fault, that you knew the consequences for venturing down onto the basement. But you didn't. You didn’t know how far he’s gone to keep you with him. You were oblivious to the blood on his hands. He knew, somewhere deep down, that you were unaware. You were just scared. Scared and angry, and so was he…

And...

And then he hurt you.

Micah blacked out. He couldn't recall a second beyond when you started crying. He felt nauseous and fidgety at the memory of tears in your eyes. He hated when you cried.

He only came to hours later, alone in his bed. All alone.

The bed was so cold.

It took even longer for him to get out of it. He forced himself onto his feet, forced himself to go downstairs. But only broken rope, a smashed window, and a sweater remained where you were once tied.

A white sweater. Pure and pristine. Well-kept and cared for. Tarnished and tainted by the specks of blood across its front.

Blood.

Your blood.

Micah soon re-emerged from the basement. He couldn’t stand it down there. It felt as though every floorboard, every cobweb, every nail and brick knew his crimes. Every creak and crack in the wood mocked him. Gaps in the violently disturbed dust were harsh reminders of his sins.

He hasn’t gone back down there.

Still, the unforgiving room left him with one question: where were you?

He’s churned over this question for weeks.

Were you safe in your bed, back at home with your family and friends?

Did someone else find you? Someone who treats you even worse than he did?

Or are you smothered under that patch of disturbed soil in the garden? Buried in a hasty and unmarked grave without so much as a goodbye.

He can’t remember, and he doesn’t want to.

He doesn’t want to drive down to your house. He doesn’t want to turn on the tv and see your face; be the news good or bad. He doesn’t want to unearth whatever’s waiting patiently beneath that patch of dirt.

Ignorance is bliss.

But...

That bliss is shattered whenever he catches himself in a mirror, or window, or the dark reflection of a screen.

Whenever he glances down at his body; down at the sweater he refuses to take off.

Whenever he notices those drops of crimson, still as vibrant as the night they were spattered onto the fabric.

Those stains that will never come out.

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look-a-yandere-fandom-blog · 8 months

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So, Who's your comfort Character? 🙂

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What would nightmare sans be like as a yandere? How cruel would he be? Would he kidnaps his darling? Punishments?

Yandere! Nightmare Sans Headcanons

Fandom: Dreamtale / Undertale Multiverse.

No spoilers.

Character Version: Corrupted Nightmare.

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CW: Stalking, kidnapping, possessive behaviour, mentions of murder, implied emotional abuse.

(If there’s anything else I need to add to the TWs please let me know).

Thanks for this ask anon!

If there’s anything I didn’t touch on that you’d like me to answer, feel free to send in another ask!

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- Nightmare as a yandere…

- I’m going to put it simply: his darling is screwed.

- I see Nightmare as a possessive, sadistic, and loneliness induction type yandere.

- First question, is kidnapping on the table? Yes. Yes. And yes.

- Though he won’t jump to kidnapping immediately, it’s definitely on the to-do list.

- He’ll indulge in some stalking beforehand, this can last from weeks, to months, even years, depending on how quickly his obsession worsens.

- Once he’s finally acknowledged it, Nightmare would blame his darling for his obsession. Yelling at them, telling his darling that it’s their fault he’s like this. That it’s their fault they’re stuck in this situation. If only they hadn’t caught his attention, they wouldn’t be trapped with him.

- Second, cruelty…

- Nightmare is an inherently malicious and cruel entity. This behaviour extends to his darling.

- As his abilities are feeling-based, Nightmare focuses on mental torment rather than physical pain (most of the time). He focuses on wearing his darling down, grinding their hope to nothing, and forcing them to depend on him.

- He intends on making his darling solely dedicated to him. Solely interacting with him. Solely thinking about him. Nothing else and no one else, but him.

- One thing to note is that completely breaking his darling is not what Nightmare wants. A blank slate with no thoughts or feelings isn’t any fun.

- To add to this, although he’s a remorseless monster, Nightmare’s aware that constantly subjecting his darling to pain and torture won’t benefit him in the long term. After a while his darling would just end up shutting down. And he doesn’t want that. So, rarely, he’s affectionate, almost kind, to them.

- Although he prefers mind games, a bit of good old-fashioned violence is still on Nightmare’s table.

- If his darling is deemed to have stepped too far out of line, a few nights in the dungeons should straighten them out.

- If that doesn’t work, Nightmare would target those close to his beloved. Threatening, torturing, or simply murdering them. All in front of his darling, of course.

- As last resort, Nightmare might physically harm his darling. He’s careful not to cause a lethal amount of damage, but he’d make them wish it was.

- However, Nightmare despises when other people harm them. Jealousy claws at his mind whenever someone other than him dares to hurt his darling. He hates the thought of someone else seeing them so vulnerable, of someone else making them suffer and squirm. He’s the only one who’s allowed to cause them pain. And his methods of getting the message across are rather… extreme.

“Oh darling, don’t give me that look... You knew what you were getting into, so you shouldn’t be surprised that I’m keeping you all to myself~”

#yandere nightmare sans #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #male yandere #tw yandere #yandere blog #nightmare x reader #yandere nightmare sans x reader #undertaleau

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Yandere! Nightmare Sans Concept

Fandom: Dreamtale / Undertale Multiverse.

No Spoilers.

Character Version: Corrupted Nightmare.

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TW: Stalking, yandere behaviour, kinda gaslighting (like it has that vibe but I don’t know if there’s a more specific term to describe this).

(If there’s anything else I need to add please let me know).

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Stupid Yandere Nightmare concept but-

If he were to stalk his darling, wouldn’t he try to make them aware of his presence?

Like not enough so they’re face to face with him. But enough that they know something is off even if they’re not sure what.

He’d make his darling question their own perception. Question if the shadows in the corner of their vision were there the moment before. Make them question if they really saw a figure slip behind their bedroom door. Make them question if they truly heard a quiet, distorted, chuckle as they climbed into bed or if they were simply tired. Questioning. Questioning. Questioning…

The paranoia and uncertainty this’d instil in his darling would only encourage Nightmare. Fear is such a delicious thing to taste, and his darling’s is the most euphoric flavour he can get his hands on.

Alongside this, it’d give him a feeling of control. He has this much influence over their life and they hadn’t even met him? That’d be both a high and an ego boost.

Maybe he’d see it as a challenge or some kind of game: how far could he go before his darling realised that it’s not all in their head?

Anyways, this is gonna be the only yandere-related thing I think about for the next week, so expect a one shot or something XD

#yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #tw yandere #yandere blog #male yandere #nightmare sans #yandere nightmare sans #yandere nightmare #dreamtale #nightmare x reader

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Dr. Stockill Yandere Alphabet.

Letters: A-Z Fandom: The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls. Implied Spoilers.

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Content Warning: Yandere behaviour, kidnapping, descriptions of murder, mentions of poisoning.

(If there’s anything else I need to add please let me know).

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Physically speaking, Dr. Stockill isn't overly affectionate. He's not a fan of physical contact so he won't be too touchy. He'll show affection in other ways such as acts of service.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Stockill prefers to not get his hands dirty. If someone needed to be taken out of the picture, he'd use a subtle method such as poisoning. But if the offender caught him in one of his outbursts, then they better prepare for hell. He has enough supplies on hand to make a person's suffering last a lifetime and he will put them to good use.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

It'd be a peculiar sight to say the least. Firstly, Stockill would explain the situation to his darling, and answer any questions they had. Then he'd be doting, jumping headfirst into what he considered a domestic life, but willing to threaten his darling if they were getting on his nerves. However, he wouldn't mock them, he'd deem it unnecessary and counterproductive.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

Being forced to stay in the asylum is a major one (this kind of counts as abduction but whatevs), medical procedures/medication, and maybe marriage if that's possible. Heavy emphasis on IF for the last one as this does take place in Victorian England.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

In terms of vulnerability, it'll take a while for Stockill to start opening up. And I mean a while.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Irritated. Can't they see that he's helping them, that he saved them from the filth outside the asylum walls? No matter, he'll just wait for them to tire themselves out. They can't fight him forever.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

♪Let's play our game-♪

Despite the doctor's rather infamous line, he'd not consider his darling's escape attempts to be a game. Stockill would likely see it as a nuisance, something borderline impossible, and nothing but a waste of effort for his darling.

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?

Stockill murdering someone close to his darling right before their eyes. Purposefully drawing out the person's suffering to teach his darling a lesson. Being powerless, unable to put an end to their friend's suffering is near impossible for them to bear. The doctor's sudden shift from unhinged and cruel to calm and collected once the ordeal is over is additionally horrifying.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Moving back to his childhood home, a quaint cottage in the country side, with his darling. But until he makes a breakthrough with his work, they'll both be stuck in the asylum.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Heheh, should we ask Violet..?

To put it simply, jealousy is a must for Stockill.

Seeing people he deemed as lesser (such as the inmates or asylum staff) interacting fondly with his darling is a recipe for disaster. At first, it will be verbal assaults. He'd lash out at those he's jealous of and threaten them if they dare to step near his darling again. If they ignore his initial warning... Well, I'll leave it up to your imagination.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

As mentioned before, he's incredibly doting; keeping close to and conversating with his darling when possible. Alongside this, he strives for his darling's approval and praise, not that he'll never admit it.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

This depends on the circumstances of their meeting. If his darling were someone he came across in everyday life outside of the asylum, he'd court them in a more traditional manner.

If they were a patient at the asylum then it'd be much more... complicated to say the least. He'd call them to his office more and more often, claiming that he needed them for whatever concoction he was testing. As his feelings started manifesting and growing more intense, so would the procedures he'd perform on his darling. Then once he's finally figured everything out he suddenly stops, and then swoops in the affection, much to the confusion of his darling.

Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

I wouldn't describe how he acts around his darling as his "true colours" but he does act drastically different.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Stockill wouldn't punish his darling by harming them, instead he'd harm those close to them. Friends, family members, and former lovers are all in the line of fire.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

As mentioned previously, he wouldn't allow them to leave the asylum. Additionally, due to his jealousy, he'd stop them from speaking with other people (maybe with the exception of Madam Mournington).

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Rather patient. He's willing to wait for his darling to come around and to realise that the best place for them to stay is with him.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Maybe. He'd sink further into his work, spending more time in his laboratory, and trying to focus on anything but his darling.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Absolutely not. In his mind, he's keeping them safe from the world. He's keeping them safe from people who'd harm or take advantage of them; not realising that he is who they should be protected from.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Stockill had been showing yandere traits since childhood (albeit more platonic ones), so I don't think there is anything in particular that brought them about.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Apathetic. Stockill has a very logical mind, and so won't completely understand his darling's more emotional reactions. Similarly to if they fought against him, the doctor would wait until they've calmed down and their outbursts have subsided.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Nope. Stockill's a pretty textbook yandere all things considered.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He's very dedicated to his work, and spends many a restless night attempting to perfect his magnum opus. Due to this, Stockill spends a lot of time alone in either his laboratory or office. His darling may be able to exploit this in order to escape, if they're lucky and their timing is good enough.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes, if he deemed it necessary.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He wouldn't worship them, however he will go to quite some lengths to win them over.

Stockill would provide his darling with all the comfort he could give them. Fine clothing, their favourite foods, and any entertainment they wished (the money for which was definitely not taken out of the asylum's funds).

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Months, maybe years. Stockill had spent much of his life with little to no feeling towards anyone. No love or hatred or guilt or fear. Nothing. Nothing at all. Suddenly experiencing emotions this intense was a shock. The doctor would rather wait, take his time, and fully understand his feelings before doing anything too extreme.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally. If his darling ever were to break, it'd likely be due to the asylum itself. It's not a place for the faint of heart, and with a lovesick doctor constantly on their heels it'll be a challenge to stay mentally stable.

#tafwvg #Yandere x reader #yandere alphabet #Yandere imagines #yandere blog #tw yandere #male yandere #Yandere Dr. Stockill #The asylum for wayward victorian girls #yandere doctor #dr stockill

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