popawritter12

[popawritter12]

I edited this headcanon!!

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ღ𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲! 𝗔𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘅 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀ღ

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Phase 1: General Headcanons.

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>Although Aatrox tries to avoid it, his emotional instability causes him to yell at you almost routinely.

>You're going to have to get used to seeing massacres, although if you know how to manipulate him, he will be more "manageable".

>I assume that if the Darking sleeps, then it would be uncomfortable for you to move by literally sleeping in his hand.

>Aatrox is not capable of saying a miserable "I love you", so don't think that coexistence will be easy.

>He doesn't have a particularly positive relationship with his siblings, but he wouldn't mind if you tried to talk to them either (even if you don't talk to them much).

>Aatrox is careless, it is much easier to escape from him than from other Yanderes.

>Although, when escaping, the stage in which you escape will end up literally destroyed.

>He doesn't usually get along well with physical affection, and it's much worse if you're as small as his/her hand.

>He doesn't like it when you joke about escaping or worse, escaping with Phanteon, I recommend avoiding jokes like that.

>He tends to stay calmer so as not to scare you so much, and it's very difficult for him.

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Phase 2: Placed on the tier list.

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Aatrox belongs to the group of "not understanding", this is because, in his current state, he does not understand what it is to love, he remembers it in the past, but it is complex for him to understand it 100%.

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Phase 3: Story proposals.

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(Name) was Aatrox's companion, and after the events in his lore, (Name) tries to help Aatrox become the way he was before, which develops his Yanderism.

(Name) was one of Atreus' best friends, and when he died at the hands of Aatrox, the latter took (Name) as a "trophy" of his victory.

(Name) is a victim of one of Aatrox's massacres, and draws Aatrox's attention because he was a survivor of several, almost as if he felt persecuted by (Name).

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Phase 4: Odds

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Kidnapping odds: 100%

Chances of death: 50%

Chances of sexual abuse: 40%

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Phase 5: Story prototype + extra data.

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➳♥Probability that your relatives will be killed.

Well: 100% basically.

He himself doesn't like humans, and when there's only one living thing that makes his existence less horrendous, what makes you think he'll let others take it from him?

➳♥Approach.

Considering his track record, we can say that you most likely met him when he massacred one of the many groups he kills almost daily.

➳♥Fall in love

After seeing you several times in several of his massacres, he notices many things about you, which unusually attract his attention; Why would he care about a human? On top of that, one that barely survived his attacks!

➳♥Start of the cycle

And obviously he came back a third time. This time he was interested in having you, you never left his head, seeing you fight, seeing you fight even if you are the weakest person any human has ever met, he loved it. This time, even when you tried to escape, it didn't take me long to catch you, to hold you in his hands like a bug that he could squash for the mere pleasure of it.

➳♥Murder?

Do I need to mention it? No? Well, I'll say it the same: he kills the first thing he sees that turns out to be alive, it doesn't matter if he is human, animal or even a being from the void, if he approaches any of the two, he is already dead.

➳♥ Relationship or kidnapping

Unless you have such an absurdly high level of bravery that nothing intimidates you, even a being over 10 meters, the only result I see is that he kidnaps you, and you adapt to your now new purpose; be of him

➳♥Coexistence

Eh, quite complicated, if you will. Would you give it a 3 out of 10 for how enjoyable it is? Yeah.

Not at first, but eventually he will want more and more of your attention, your love, to see you smile, and he is not kind to ask for it, in fact if you are afraid or brave, he demands love or threatens to try to kill you.

➳♥ Family or marriage.

????

Well, he's a Darkin (I don't know if it says like that), I doubt he understands what family is apart from getting along more or less with Varus or Rhaast, and in fact, the chances of marriage or commitment are not nil, they are non-existent, directly does not know the meaning of sentimental partner or relationship.

↘In case it is possible, children?

Unless one can adapt to the other's size through magic or something, it's literally impossible. And no, I don't care what rule34 says about it.

➳♥ Bad ending.

Either he kills you for your disobedience, or he kills all the people important to you who are alive (unless they died from his previous massacres, which is quite likely), and I do see a relationship in which your only role is adapt to being a mere decoration object to a certain extent.

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Extra things:

-I could get to give you an animal so that you can be happy or calmer (I'm not telling you a huge and strong one, but one like a rabbit or a chinchilla).

-If he has to introduce you to someone, I think he will refer to you as "My human", since it is the most agreed if we talk in this context.

-If before he hated Pantheon, now he hates him; since he could try to save you from Aatrox, even if it means that he dies, which would generate anger, and not exactly a little.

-If you insist a little bit, maybe he will slowly stop killing so many people; As I understand it from the lore, I think there's a small chance that your life might comfort him a bit from his meager existence, which is even relieving for him.

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#poppa things #poppa thoughs

[popawritter12]

I edited this because i didn't found Kindred here!

I hope you like the little changes that i did <3

As you know, this is a Yandere account, but in this case we are going to use a Tier List of Headcanons to guide me better.

With you, I present...

The Yandere tier list of League of Legends

(also explained)

(Yeah, it looks like shit btw)

In this case, I used a total of 8 tropes:

Childish

Classic

Cold

Protector

Sadist

Doesn't understand anything

Can't be Yanderes.

As you can see, here is the explanation and they will allow me to bring out my most "aksHuallY ☝️🤓" side in my life.

Ｏ(≧∇≦)ＯＯ(≧∇≦)ＯＯ(≧∇≦)ＯＯ(≧∇≦)ＯＯ(≧∇≦)ＯＯ(≧∇≦)ＯＯ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

Explication:

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1: "Childish"

In this case, we are in the presence of a type of childish Yandere. What do I mean by this?

Childhood Yanderes are those who do not notice and recognize that they are obsessed; Not because they do not know how to recognize the difference between love and obsession, but because, by not understanding what love is in itself, they do not see you as their partner, but as their best friend who MUST be with them always.

Their murders, kidnappings and crimes in general are not done in the name of love, but rather the "purest" friendship they can have.

An example of this is Lulu: she is a Yordle who does not understand the concept of loving, hating or other things, so if she becomes a Yandere, we will be talking about someone who only knows that she likes being with you and wants you both to be best friends forever (Or until one of you dies)

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2: Classic

Ah, the Yandere we all know.

Obsessive, Sadistic with those who are not their crush and EXTREMELY clingy, these Yanderes are the stereotype (Or their Yanderism is going to be closer to this trope) in the life of a Yandere; justification of "love" in every crime, manipulators, lovers of violence against people "dangerous" to you, pampering you in every possible way, etc.

They can basically be seen as an example of a mix between that champion mixed with Yuno Gasai or Yandere-Chan.

An example of this is Renata, who we can see as a woman who, if she becomes obsessed with someone, will do the simple thing: kidnapping, using her connections to always win and subdue the person she loves until she is the one. her ideal partner.

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3- Cold.

One of my favorite tropes (Yes, quite stereotypical of myself).

Yanderes of this type are people who, although they may be a copy and paste of the previous trope, usually have a characteristic that is noticeable even in the name of the trope: They have a hard time expressing love.

Did you see when they say that there are romance animes that take 6 months or seasons to even hold hands? These Yanderes have those words tattooed on their foreheads.

They have a hard time expressing feelings for something or another.

In reality, more than once the signs that this champion likes you are MANY occasions contradictory, you can come to think that they hates you or that they have you there to kill you, or to torture you, or at least until at one point he explicitly Make your intentions clear (This happens if the extreme case comes that you have an emotional breakdown in the middle of your captivity)

But, even with all that problem of trust or expression, they love with the same intensity (Depending on the case even more) than a classic Yandere.

An example of this is Pyke, a champion who, although I can see a lot of Yandere potential in him, I see more that it is difficult for him to be able to openly say how much he loves you and the amount of things he did to even be able to have a moment alone with you.

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4-Protector

One of the busiest places was this; Why is there something that in itself is only a reaction of our survival instinct? Simple: These Yanderes apply it in other ways.

What do I mean by this?

These Yanderes tend to murder in smaller quantities (This is compared to other stereotypes such as the classic or the sadist), but they are MORE possessive and MORE protective than a common Yandere.

What they don't have in the number of murders they have in the basic way they keep you close: They won't immediately resort to kidnapping, but if you stay close enough (understood as within their reach, not physically speaking) to 'not in danger'

In fact, these are more nonsense than a common one: they claim that since they didn't murder anyone near you (This is if they didn't do it once or twice by "accident") they didn't do anything wrong, obviously ignoring harassment, stalking, invasion of property , illegal investigation, etc.

Anyway, a good example of this is Ekko, who, if you ever try to even think about getting away from him, will find a thousand and one ways (and a million if necessary) to keep you with him, even if that applies any anything, except murdering someone close to you (Unless the obsession is too heavy for him, which ends up consuming him completely)

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5-Sadist.

Be prepared, bithes, because this is the worst stereotype of all.

On all scales, we can say that at least no group of Yanderes harmed you, right?

Until now we have seen that they can commit atrocious crimes (And at the same time enjoy committing them), but they do not seek to harm you, but rather to protect you, love you, and many more things, right?

Well, everything goes to hell here: After all, even the title warns you to run away.

They enjoy the suffering of others, but there is something... special in you, something that makes your existence unique among all other victims.

Yes, they also "fall in love", they love you, they hate seeing you with someone else, etc.

But they have their own peculiar way of expressing it... And I say this because, if you're half-assed, they are capable of hurting you, and taking pleasure (or worse, becoming addicted) to harming you in many ways.

Simply using you and making you suffer, watching you writhe in agony is a unique delight for them, as if it were what they didn't know they wanted, but needed.

An example of this is Jhin, he is sadistic, a son of a bitch, and thousands of other things. But if he becomes obsessed, my sincerest condolences go out to the poor disgraced soul who suffers from being this man's "special guest".

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6-Don't understand anything

We're talking about Yanderes who don't understand a thing about what happens to them, nor do they understand why, when or how this obsession happened, but they don't care either.

They don't see you as an object or as something, you are simply something that exists only for them: You don't even amount to anything. But they love you, they just want to be with you, but they don't understand how to refer to you or how to even talk to you.

They don't understand what the fuck jealousy or possessiveness is, you're just theirs, end of the story.

No matter who they try to get you away from him or her, they are basically less than excrement to his/hers.

An example of this is Aatrox, who is a fucking Darkin who understands nothing but destruction, so tell me what is he supposed to do when he comes into romantic contact with a human?

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8- Can't be Yanderes.

In the latter case, I see it as those champions that, no matter how much effort I make, I am not mentally capable of making them Yanderes. This is more of a preference of mine, to keep some of my little pride intact after making this tier list.

An example of this is Cho'gat

I mean, how the fuck does this thing EVEN get close to anything that breathes without immediately trying to eat it?

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#yandere lol #poppa thoughs #poppa things

[popawritter12]

I have an idea

While doing some literature work I realized that there is a type of "ship dynamics" that I really like:

Angry one x the one who calms them down with jokes

(I was reading "El cocinero Chichipio" and I think the two main characters are boyfriends and they kiss at night)

#poppa thoughs #poppa things

[popawritter12]

Today we are cooking a one shot boys

(Im burning the kitchen)

#poppa thoughs #poppa things

[popawritter12]

Literally my dreams frfrfr

hop on mk guys!!!

#mortal kombat #liu kang #mk1 #shitpost #poppa things

[popawritter12]

I just saw your unfinished fic on yandere harem captain tsubasa and I must say wow he's one of my childhood memory of my kid me watching anime alongside doraemon and sailor Moon. What's your favorite 90's or 80's anime?

YOOOOOOOO

I love captain tsubasa. I LOVE THAT SHOW SOOOOOOO MUCH.

And i love STEVE HYUGA BCS FOR LORD HE'S SO HANDSOME.

I love him,

I need him

I NEED TO WRITE YANDERE THINGS WITH HIM

(I did'nt watch any other anime of the 80' or 90', but i started watching cowboy bepbop)

#poppa thoughs #poppa things #anon #anon asks

[popawritter12]

I am not sure if you received my ask but Did you receive a headcanon with blood moon pyke.

Hello anon!!!

I was very busy this week, it happen a lot of things and my mind couldn't be focused on doing things in this account!

Now im comming back from my death

#poppa thoughs #poppa things

[popawritter12]

Could I request headcanons for

Yandere blood moon pyke with a male reader who is a singer.

Author's notes: These days were… somewhat complex for me, sorry if I left everything for a few days, I'm trying to come back <3.

Yandere! Bloodmoon! Pyke Headcanons x Male! Singer! Reader

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Chances of your loved ones being killed

I mean, you would have a better chance of killing them-

Don't get me wrong, this demon is a great danger to the world itself. However, my dear anon, I don't see that he is interested in the death of those close to you.

Will he lead you to murder them? Possibly.

Now, would he kill them? Nah.

First impressions

You were a singer belonging to a cult that was basically the complete opposite of the Blood Moon in general. What do I mean by this?

The cult was not centered on the Blood Moon, but on a human being called “Angel of the Andes.”

That angel was no one but you, reader; The cult tried to show itself as a perfect being, from the finest fabrics to your skin or the best skin care were provided to you only for each appearance on stage; your voice honed with inhuman hours of training and a love in every word that could only be described as pure.

An angel on earth that was extracted from a remote town far from civilization, one called “The Andes”

Of course the whole story could have been a lie but oh well.

To give you an idea; an image that bordered on the divine due to excess perfection, all your appearances were so calculated and perfected that they bordered on the inhuman, the seams in each costume, the affection expressed in each lyric of all the songs; You were called “the angel on earth,” and rightly so, you were loved in many nations.

You were so superficially loved, so resoundingly acclaimed as a deity, so… horribly idealized, everything was so superficial that in your mind you were… empty. You felt like that shell that looks so perfect on the outside, but inside has so little happiness that it feels empty, tremendously empty.

And so, you tried to look for something to fill that void, and you found that in books. Soon, in your long travels across Runeterra, you found the darkest part in the books.

The Blood Moon summoning rituals were very new, and in fact it was incredibly difficult to get a copy of information about the demons or cultists attacking Runeterra. However, even with everything you had done, it took you a long time to get a copy, and even longer to hide it from your parents and friends.

So, Pyke met you when you summoned him.

It was a funny night, actually.

Fall in love

He was beyond confused, I mean, anyone would be if a singer who is revered as perfect out of nowhere SUMMONS A DEMON.

He asked you what you wanted, and when your response was a measly “I was curious” he was three times as confused, I mean, anyone would be-

You insisted that you were interested in talking to him; You didn't want to make sacrifices or anything, you just needed a friend.

And in part, he felt that you were screwing him, mostly because he was obviously not used to talking to humans but his job was simply to take demons to their next bodies to occupy.

But just as he was about to leave, he noticed the great amount of sacrifices you had made; They were more than necessary.

“Will you summon me again?” he asked.

“As many times as necessary,” you responded.

And he snorted, angry.

And, as the days passed, you invoked him, again and again and again…

And when you invoked him, you only talked about everyday things, you showed that side of yourself that no one had seen.

This is not going to end well…

Beginning of Yanderism

They had a very strange friendship, and obviously it didn't take long until it became routine for him to see you, even going so far as to greet you on several of the occasions when you called on him.

But suddenly, you stopped doing it.

At first he thought you were looking for more sacrifices, and it was normal that he even felt relieved not to have a human calling him every damn week.

But, as the weeks went by, he became intrigued to know what was going on with you. And he decides to go by his will to see you.

He encounters a scenario… very strange.

Chained to a bed, a look of penury on your face… It was obvious that something had happened.

And it didn't take long for him to enter your room, ask, and see that your eyes were practically almost bursting into tears when you saw him.

He, out of curiosity, asked you what happened, why was there a chain? Or why were you so broken that your dark circles were noticeable? And why weren't you smiling anymore?

He got no response, as you just sobbed, the emotions that you had held so tightly to your soul had consumed you to the point that… you weren't the same person.

When he dared to ask what had happened, he only got the most obvious answer; His parents, and the rest of the cult found the book of invocations, and the sacrifices you had used.

You had sacrificed people, their people, you had used people's corpses, their corpses, and you used them as sacrifice, their sacrifices. What kind of monster had you become?

No, they could not allow the representative figure of so many people to be shown as corrupt, committing such heresies. And that's why they locked you up, separated you from the entire world, and tried not to let you out.

And believe me, a person who has had the privilege of interacting with someone like Pyke only means that… those who make him suffer will pay in blood.

And there you have it.

First murder or Yandere act

Eye by eye, tooth by tooth.

He murders those primarily responsible for your confinement, and it is worse if something on the level of physical abuse or worse, sexual level occurs.

Weeks passed until the service returned to normal; new people, new ideas, they even let you choose which places to go and sing!

You don't think there was anyone else involved, do you?

TRUE?

Relationship or kidnapping

The relationship between the two of you became beyond strange; Now you didn't invoke him, it was he who was chasing you. He would show up in your room at unexpected hours, temporarily abandon his “job,” and dedicate himself to making sure that no one, absolutely NO ONE dared to do anything else.

However, you weren't complaining; not because you knew he had done it for your good or your safety, or even if it was because you meant more than just a friend to him. It was because you were afraid of him, very afraid.

You were as touchy as possible, and even on stage, it took a lot of getting used to knowing he was there; observing, always attentive to any movement of yours.

Sooner or later, the bomb is going to explode.

Coexistence

It's horrendously terrifying for you.

Not only in the sense that you were terrified that he would react badly to any of your friends (which it should be noted happens on several occasions), and even if you try to explain it to him, he won't understand it; + He does not understand limits, and he is the focus of fights on this point of coexistence between the two.

Marriage and family

Not to either of them.

In the first because we are literally talking about a DEMON.

And in the second because he simply does not care what your family thinks of him.

In this case, would he adopt?

Nah, I don't think so.

More than the fact that he barely understands what a “friendship” relationship between humans is (and “friendship” take it with a pinch of salt)

Bad ending

Well here comes my favorite part

There comes a point when you can no longer resist what you think; They end up in a very strong fight; You screamed and even sobbed in the middle, you were very terrified and damaged by the “friendship” you had with him. It was painful to know that he had done so many horrendous things for a simple friendship.

Or at least, what you thought was a friendship.

Pyke ends up… walking away from you. You thought that was the end, and that he wasn't going to come back, and that everything was going to go back to “normal.” But, a couple of days later you realized that it was completely the opposite.

He returned to the “temple” that had your cult, but he had gone for a very specific reason;

A demon behind him, looking for a new body to invade, accompanied him.

And when he let the demon go to invade you, the terrifying demon ends up invading your body, corrupting your mind and forcing you to be like him, to be a part of him, to now be someone like him.

That night, the blood flowed, it disappeared as so many people died that your memories are blurred of those you murdered or those you decided to harm until they never came back to life again.

When you came to, you tried to kill Pyke, he had hurt you so much and ruined your life in such a horrendous way that it caused you to be changed forever. And you thought you could make him pay.

However, someone like him couldn't die, and he refused to fight you; He had fulfilled his purpose, and also, he had made sure that you were part of that purpose, so that you would live with him too.

Reasons to be a Yandere:

-Let's agree that he has no other purpose in life other than bringing demons into his body, so many things can happen if he is given something like a friendship.

-Demons have no scruples, they are quite sadistic and cruel, so they do not know that moral line of what is right or wrong.

Extra data

-Deep down, he likes to listen to you sing.

-After the bad ending, he resorts to following you everywhere; Not to make sure he's okay, but to take care of you. He knows how hard it is to be a demon for a newly arrived human!

-You are like his “weak point”, he cannot get angry or fight with you, you are his human, he cannot get angry with the only one who accepted him as a friendship.

-He probably spent DAYS researching which demon to bring to invade your body; either they were too stupid or too gross for you.

#poppa thoughs #yandere #obsessive love #poppa things #yandere male #yandere x you #yandere league of legends #league of legends #yandere headcanons #Pyke #Pyke lol #Yandere Pyke #Blood moon pyke #yandere blood moon #demon #Yandere demon #lol

[popawritter12]

you’re cool as fuck + your meat is huge

[popawritter12]

Creep Yan: H-hi... I see you performing out here all the time and I was wondering... Do you want to be friends?

Mime Reader: ...

[Mime Reader pulls an invisible stick of chalk from their pocket - drawing a line between them and the stranger]

Creep Yan: oh... sorry to bother you...

[Mime Reader draws more marks on the ground - whistling to attract Creep Yan's attention as they return to walk away. They croutch beside their doodle - draw their name in the center of the chalk heart before offering the stick to their new acquaintance]

Mime Reader: :⁠D?

Creep Yan: [blushes]

Creep Yan: u-um.... Could you maybe write your full legal name there? J-just want to know everything there is to know about my new... friend.

[popawritter12]

She's All You Need, Right?

Pairing: Vi x fem!reader

Content: toxic relationship, physically abusive relationship, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, non-consensual bondage, non-consensual belting, violence

Word count: 2.2k

Dating Vi is hard. You love each other more than anything, but her brutal past makes her overprotective of you.

She never lets you roam the Undercity on your own, even though you know how to wield a knife pretty well. She’ll always be by your side. Or in front of you, making sure the path is clear and safe.

It does annoy you. Sometimes it feels like you have no freedom. But it’s out of love, you know that. She just doesn’t want you to get hurt.

Your friends are going out to the bar today, one of the places Vi never lets you near. But you really want to join.

Vi is out right now, probably somewhere with her friends. When she goes out with her friends, she doesn’t come back until the wee hours of the night. 

And here you are, at home, in a little black dress, makeup and hair done, wondering if you should risk disobeying your girlfriend. She won’t find out, right? And if she does, she’ll give you a pass, right? Just this once?

Yes, she won’t know, she’ll have no idea. You stand up, adjust your dress, and head towards the door that you aren’t used to walking out of by yourself.

I keep a knife in my pocket, just in case. The walk… was freeing. It has been a long time since you walked through the Undercity on your own. The fresh air fills your nose and lungs, a feeling you realize you haven’t felt since Vi began to get overprotective.

Your relationship had started off perfectly. Two years ago, when you met her jumping across the roofs of the undercity, it felt like heaven. Your relationship was heaven. The conversations on the buildings, the naps on her lap, the gentle moments of tending to her wounds.

After a while, though, things started to get out of control. Or, she started to gain all the control. The control of everything. Everywhere you go, everything you do. She doesn’t let you roam around on your own like you used to.

But it’s okay. It’s because she loves you. She gets you food, she takes care of you. You don’t need anything else. Right?

Well, here you are, walking down the street of the Undercity for the first time in a year. Going to a place that Vi would freak out if she figures out you went to.

You arrive at the bar, and push the door open to a crowd of loud yelling, drunk people, flashing lights, and music. A sight you haven’t seen in a while. You spot your group sitting at a table in the corner of the bar, and you head in their direction.

“Hey guys!”

“Oh, hey, long time no see! Finally, you’re able to come. We missed ya,” your friend, Ran, says.

“I know… I haven’t been able to get out much lately,” you say, taking a seat next to them.

“Aw, why not? What’s keeping you so busy here in the Undercity?” Vi. Vi doesn’t let me leave.

“Oh, nothing, just didn’t get the chance. Anyways, it’s really good to see you again. How’s your new relationship going?”

“Oh, man, she’s just amazing. Honestly, she’s just perfect.” You and your friends continue chatting for a bit about their relationships and love lives.

“How about you?” a friends asks you, “How’s it going with Vi?”

“Oh, uh, it’s going really good. She’s really caring. Like, protective, you know?”

“Yeah, we should meet her again sometime, the last time we met was, what, a year ago?”

“Oh, haha… yeah that would be fun.”

“Hey, we should set up, like, a quadruple date or something! That would be so much fun. We can go explore that wrecked building a couple blocks away. Heard it’s still pretty unstable, but really cool,” Ran says.

“Oh…” you say, “I don’t think I can go…”

“What? Why not?”

“I don’t think Vi will let me, you know. It’s pretty dangerous.” 

Ran snorts. “Who is she? Your mom?”

“No, but… I’m just saying. She’ll be very sad if I go. She’s just protective.” But you know she won’t just be sad. She’ll be angry. And angry Vi is… scary. She doesn’t hurt you, though. She would never.

Your friends look confused, but they just nod and continue with the conversation. About another hour of chatting and drinking later, you spot a familiar pink color in the crowd.

No, it can’t be. It’s not.

You try to get a better look the figure with the pink hair. You see a familiar VI tattoo on her cheek.

Your heart stops. Fuck.

“I-I gotta go guys-” you stammer, quickly grabbing your coat and heading towards the door.

“Wait!” you hear Ran call, but you ignore them.

When your near the door, you feel a hand wrap tightly around your wrist.

“Ran, I’m sorry, but I really gotta go.” You turn around to face Ran, and that’s when your face drops. It’s not Ran. 

It’s Vi. 

Fuck.

“Vi- Vi, hey, I’m just- I’m sorry- I really, I don’t know-” Vi’s grip tightens on your wrist, her nails digging in slightly.

“We’re going home,” Vi says in a calm, yet firm tone. You have never heard this tone from Vi before, and it scares you.

“Vi, please, I’m really sorry, I’m so sorry.” Vi is silent as she drags you out of the bar by your wrist back into your home.

“Vi, please, answer me you’re really scaring me right now, please?”

“You promised you would listen to me. And then I come and find you at the bar. For fuck’s sake. I was just trying to enjoy a fun night with my friends, and now look what I have to do.”

“Well, so was I!” you fight back.

“I don’t care. I wasn’t there to protect you, do you know how dangerous that is? You are so lucky I was there…”

“This is not fair, Vi.”

“No. It’s not fair that you lied to me. You promised me you wouldn’t put yourself in these kind of situations. How many times have you been to the bar before this? Huh?”

“None! I haven’t! It’s my first time!”

“I have trouble believing that.”

“I’m telling the truth!” You were telling the truth. You had always obeyed her until this one night that you really wanted to go to the bar with your friends.

You guys reach home, and Vi pushes you inside, slamming the door behind her. She walks towards you, while you back away slightly.

Vi grabs your collar and slams you against the wall. Your eyes widen in fear, she had never done something like this before.

“Vi, please, you’re scaring me…” Vi sighs and drags you into the bedroom by the sleeve of your dress. She throws you onto the bed.

Vi opens her closet and pulls out two long pieces of rope.

“Vi… what’s that? What are you doing?” You attempt to scoot away, but Vi grabs your ankles and yanks you to the edge of the bed. 

“I don’t want to do this,” Vi says, “But you give me no choice. Why can’t you see I’m just trying to protect you? I hate to do this… but you need to learn a lesson.” She begins to tie your ankles together.

“Vi! Stop, what are you doing!” You try to get away, but Vi is much stronger than you are. She easily pins you down.

“Your ankles are tied together. You can’t run away now. You can’t go to dangerous places again,” Vi says. She starts to tie your wrists together and attaches the rope to the bedpost. Again, you try to fight back, but to no avail.

“Vi… please…” There is nothing you can do. If she doesn't want you to go out, she will make sure you can’t. She will do everything she can to keep you out of harm's way.

“You can’t do this… you can’t tie me up to keep me here.”

“Baby, I really didn’t want it to come to this. But it seems you don’t know what’s best for you,” Vi says, gently stroking your hair. I beg her to let me out, but she doesn’t listen.

Vi grabs your arms, and swiftly flips you over on the bed, so that you’re laying on your stomach.

“Vi? What are you doing?” I turn my head towards her, and I see her removing her belt.

“I’m sorry baby, I really didn’t want it to come to this. But this is for your own good.”

“No, Vi, you’re not going to do that. You wouldn’t. Vi, this is not funny. Stop.” 

Vi reaches for your dress, and pulls it up to rest on your back.

“Vi, no! Don’t hurt me, I promise I won’t leave again. I won’t disobey you.”

“I know you won’t, baby. But I just have to make sure. I really wish I didn’t have to do this. But we know you need a little lesson. You know I just want the best for you, right? You know I just want to protect you?”

Defeatedly, you sigh. “I know…” No, you don’t know. This is too much now, she’s going to stop any second now. She’s going to come back to her senses any minute now…

She doesn’t.

“Vi… please stop. This really isn’t funny anymore. You’re scaring me. Please don’t.”

“Baby, you know you deserve it for what you did today.” You try to protest, but she ignores you.

From the corner of your eye, you can see her raise her belt in the air. She brings it down on your ass with a loud crack. The sound startles you for a second. And then the pain comes. You scream and thrash.

Vi ignores your pleas, as she hits it again. You can not believe what is happening. That she can do something like this. You know she had been getting increasingly protective and possessive of you during the span of your relationship, but never to this extent.

She repeatedly hits it, and everytime you scream and try to get out of your binds.

The beating continues for what feels like hours. You can’t even scream anymore. Teardrops fall down your face with every hit. It’s too much. 

You feel a drop of liquid rolling down your ass cheek. What is that? Water? How did the water get there? Or is that… blood?

You whimper thinking about how destroyed your ass must look right now. Will it heal properly? Will it leave scars? 

Fuck, you would do anything in this moment to make Vi stop and go back to normal. You just want the love story with Vi that you always thought you would have. You just want this horrible pain to end. 

Vi grabs your wounded ass and squeezes, making you wail out in pain.

“Vi, please, stop that!” you beg. After a couple more seconds, she takes her hand away and drops her belt on the ground. 

You want to believe that she’s done, but you can’t tell yet, so you stay on edge. She reaches for your hands that are still tied to the headboard.

She finally unties your wrists and ankles, letting you move your limbs freely.

“Vi… are you done?” you ask meekly, not daring to sit up or even look Vi in the eyes.

“I’m done,” she simply responds. You sigh in relief.

Not knowing what else to say, you stay silent and press your cheek into the pillow under you. It’s the only comfort you have.

Finally, Vi speaks up, “baby, you know I hate that I had to do that, right?” You nod, your head still turned away from her.

“But you understand that it was for your own good? I only want to protect you and make sure that you’re safe. Going to that bar all alone, it was so dangerous. Do you understand how worried I was for you?” You nod again, still refusing to look at her.

“I know you’re in pain right now,” Vi continues, “And you know I hate to see you in pain.” You cry quietly into your pillow. If she hated seeing you in pain, why did she cause it?

You know that you should break up with her, especially after this. You know you can’t let her hurt you anymore.

But you love her too much. Where would you even go without her? What would you even do? You can’t picture yourself without Vi.

“I love you so much," Vi says, "I’m trying to protect you. I only want you to be safe. Do you understand?”

You finally turn your head towards her and wipe the tears from your face.

“Yes. I understand, Vi.” 

You cry yourself to sleep that night. But it’s okay. You still have Vi. And that’s all you need, right?

[popawritter12]

“Did you know there are two hundred different shades of green in your scales? Some of them are really yellows, but I counted them anyway.”

Do check out the writing here, and follow leagueoffics for more interesting shorts (;

Dear kyra, thank you for all your lovely stories!

[popawritter12]

Hi! I'm begging, please do Yandere Jhin

Author's notes: Please, anon, if you want a headcanon or one-shot, said it in the request, along with the gender of the reader, because that not make me felt too secure about what do you want in the request and I finish the request with a feeling of dissatisfaction, if I can said it in a way.

Of course that, If you want, do another request with the things that I need to take and make a story, until I'm gonna put this little proposal for a new prototype to make short things (more than anything so I don't lose activity)

Let's call it

"Correspondence messages to a lost lover"

Where the Yandere sends a type of "letter" (either through a place like gmail or physically) to the beloved reader, and while it may or may not be answered, it depends on the request that is made. Please anon, let me know if you want a oneshot or headcanon after reading the post, if you don't you can just not send anything.

Enjoy the reading <3

It was still late when the mail arrived, and in the middle of a screen decorated with darkened tones, a white image, adorned by corrupted pieces of red and adorations that crossed the newly opened program, the letter makes its appearance, for the thousandth time in your life , you can't help it, and you can only limit yourself to reading, before you can continue with your routine video game screen viewing.

“My great and good love,

I would like the day to come when you never come home, because although you never even deigned to ask for my name again, nor did you even think about me; I bet even all the poems I dedicated to you went unnoticed by your mind, Even if in your eyes there was only a reflection of absolute terror in your beautiful eyes.

For countless nights—or days, however it works in your world—I thought I was just going to be a new participant in the play, a new participant whose role was going to be as crucial as the existence of food in the life of the being. human. However, once again, destiny failed me, it played against me and finally stabbed me in the back, taking me away from her, taking me away from who I considered destiny; going further than the lamb and the wolf, much further than the kingdom that awaited us after our death, or at least that was what my life held for it; an ending of her next to her or an ending in which I was under her feet, as if I were a beggar for her; someone who only needs a few crumbs to be happy or at least satisfied during the day.

Sometimes I see you and I wonder many things, and although most of the time I don't have the answer I want, everything always revolves around it, and also how you would look in a dress in a play. Or how good those fabulous, exorbitant, colorful, warm and cold colors would look that caress my mind and attenuate my loss of sanity before the world in it, although, to be honest; She was now my world.

Or at least, temporaly

And you, my dear reader, will wonder from the depths of your heart What the hell has happened for me to become this monster or even worse; who she was, or what she had meant to me in the short time shw was in my life, the first few months and the first time I fell deeply in love with someone.

However, dear reader, I do not want to give you the answer, since otherwise it would be an exaggeration of the facts. I would like you to ask her, however you will never get that answer, not only because you don't deserve to see her, but because she can no longer answer you, she can no longer know what happened nor will she know what the question is. that you treasure so much in your mind.

You will wonder, my dear, what I am talking about now?, who I am? or who my future will be? how long have I been able to think like this? How long has it been since the last time I was genuinely not aware of myself?

And not even I can give you that answer, I still have memories of the first days behind that screen, the first days in the crack and I, with my Infante mind, doubted reality, I doubted what I saw and constantly asked myself Why am I doing this, why are we killing ourselves, or simply because I simply have to limit myself to destroying a structure which will change my life in no way.

However, every day I ask myself; Why didn't I realize this before? How much pain did I have to wonder what I was doing and why the colors looked so blurry at that moment? Why did I see those people coming back always and always and always? And, in fact, the question is still valid, but it is no longer irrelevant for me to find meaning in it. And I still remember the first time I managed to hear your voice, as soft as a strip of cotton, as fluffy as the wool freshly taken from a sheep and his way of speaking so sweet and so kind that it made me think again and again where Am I or even who was that person behind that big screen and why did he speak with so much positivity while he ordered me to be murdered.

At one point I really knew how to define what was happening, and even more so when those great creatures that we were forced to call summoners disappeared, simply as if they had been extracted from the world, eliminating all traces of their existence, and even, when I asked to some poor helpless person, he simply denies me, tells me I'm crazy or simply tries to kill me - although it is my daily life at this point.

However, I always think that You, beloved reader, are the only person with whom I could communicate, because I could only said that you were the only one with whom I could simply listen the voice for hours and hours, until even finding my own lost will, as if we were connected in some way.

However, my dear reader, you may wonder who that person is or even why it is that I can speak so normally at this moment, however.

Or I don't think you will find the answer here.

And of course, you might think that I'm simply lost or that I'm simply a product of your mind, I'm that thing that goes through your head only a couple of times a day while you write that boring and monotonous life that society forces you to live.

But I am your reality, my dear reader.

I am that person who chases you, longs for you, looks for you, needs you like the sea needs its moon, or like the sun requires another star to accompany it. Therefore, I prefer to tell you, tell you or comment on you, that I am that reality, that I am that destiny, and that today, on the day of this month, year and pain, I know where you are, and I know exactly how, when, and why to find you. , and when I do, my beloved reader, I prefer that you become part of my work, my life, and go to the other side of the screen, go to your reality, to my reality, to our reality.

Dear reader, my beloved and beautiful reader, sleeping in the solitude of the universe, come with me, let me show you where you belong, allow me to corrupt this world with your inhuman beauty, and give me permission to show this new universe at your feet, who it is. the puppeteer of the strings, the handler of our pain, and the mover of the strings of our death and next life.

And until I see you again, through this screen, I hope to remind you how much I need you to continue forcing me to go beyond my pain and my torment, and to force myself to cross that line that separates your reality from mine.

Goodbye, my beloved reader. I have to withdraw, because the woman in the chair awaits her next death, that woman who was forced to accompany me is finally in an unbeatable state, and now we only have to wait, we have to wait for you, dear reader, to reconsider that There is behind this vast universe, which apparently you all found empty.

-With love, your most desired artist, Jhin.”

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[popawritter12]

I have Pepas in da oven

#poppa thoughs #poppa things #cooking da peppas #pepas on da oven

[popawritter12]

I love you I love you I love you

I wish you were dead

I adore you and I hate you

How I long to wrap my hands around your throat-

Just to see your lovely smile etched on your face for eternity

I want your blood to stain me in its color

I can't imagine life without you

So I'll kill you, and me too

I'll drag you to hell with me

I'll kill you again and again

I can't get enough of you

[popawritter12]

Yandere random Poppa thoughs part 4!

I'm going to expand a little this though because I've been thinking about this for months-

Don't ask me why or how, but I like to think that all types of Yanderes (both cold and normal, protective, etc.) can reach a very powerful breaking point;

I call it

"The Worst/best mental breakdown in a Yandere"

Is a Yandere who goes so far as to search for their beloved in every corner of the world, but when they finds the beloved, they simply kneels before them, begging for forgiveness for everything they did. The Yandere understands that they did things wrong, very wrong. But they no longer had the strength to be violent with the loved one. The Yandere desperately tries to have the love of the lover again, they mind already immersed in the depths of the madness does not allow them to think clearly, and the Yandere only cries uncontrollably in the arms of their lover, begging the beloved to return, that everything was going to be different this time. If the beloved refuses, the Yandere is offered themselves as a toy, an object that can be used as many times as the beloved wants, but which is not susceptible to being thrown away, because after all it is the beloved's property. The only way to comfort Yandere is to accept they love from the loved one, and even as the days pass, Yandere continues to insist, clinging to the loved one, never letting the beloved go.

If the beloved chooses to return to the Yandere, the same one will be happy, to the point of promising not to murder or harm anyone else. And, surprisingly, It can be possible to be like that.

The Yandere's mind is so broken that the love of their beloved is they only consolation, and even if the beloved only offers them a hug or a few cruel words of love, the Yandere will be happy, even with crumbs of love.

If the Yandere finds their beloved being unfaithful, the Yandere will lose his mind and will be capable of murdering the loved one and then committing suicide. Although, if kept with the Yandere and given love proportionately and without limits, the Yandere will become like a teddy bear that needs affection every day, barely being able to exert strength for the loved one, being as soft as a doll in need of care and a lot of love.

And I won't elaborate anymore because otherwise this will never end <3

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[popawritter12]

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”