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[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere!holy knight with saintess!reader scenario [part one]

Warnings: obsessive behavior, religious themes, implied manipulation, brief mention of suicidal thoughts/ideation.

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Hey guys, before we get started, I’d like to address a couple of things.

First, the content here is a bit darker than my previous works, as stated in the warnings above. If you or someone you know is struggling, you aren’t alone. There are many support services that are here to help. I will leave a link to some of these sources in this link here. Tumblr also has their messaging system, Kokobot. I want you guys, my audience to feel safe when reading my stories. If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, that’s okay. Please prioritize your physical and mental health, above all else.

Second, bullying is not tolerated. If I see any sign of it on here, I will have no choice but to take this story down. Finally, there will be some references in here from The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir, such as Harrowhark and Palamedes. I claim no ownership over this magnificent series as it belongs to the rightful creator.

With that being said guys, sit back, relax....and perhaps begin to pray for salvation. Because this is past the point of no return :)

Part Two

Part Three

Yandere!Holy Knight had always believed he was meant to serve a greater purpose. Not to accumulate wealth and power like his older brother, only to abuse his authority and hurt people who did not deserve a whipping for a cup of tea that was two degrees too cold to his liking. No. He wanted to help others in his own way, without expecting anything in return. Perhaps…that was why it had been so easy to leave his family and find his place here in the Holy Temple of Aesir. Or it was because he is the second son, the spare heir to the Emery viscounty, that his parents allowed him to leave without so much as a second thought. 

He had given up his name when he was baptized by the high priest, and was reborn as Sir Palamedes. Five years have passed, and he has ascended to becoming the vice commander of the Holy Temple’s paladins.He must protect the Holy Temple, its clergy, and the people of the Helux Empire. This is the oath he took, and is proud to uphold. Yandere!Holy Knight, however, wished the Reverend Sister would take better care of herself. 

The Reverend Sister is a title given to the child chosen by Aesir to deliver His message and protect His children from the wicked monsters who come forth from the swirling, black puddles of miasma. Only the Reverend Sister’s magic can purify the darkness of such an ancient evil. In his mind, there is no one more fitting to being the Reverend Sister than you. Harrowhark. 

God’s Beloved. 

The Possessor of Aesir’ All Seeing Eyes. 

The Holiest Woman in the World.

There are many monikers tied to you. All of them are true, and all of the rumors couldn’t be further from the truth when the bards sang songs of your innocence, your enchanting beauty and ‘swan like neck’. If you had ever heard these lyrics, you would promptly take off your shoe and throw it at them with a low, irritated hiss before stomping away in a huff. 

 Yandere!Holy Knight would probably try very hard to not laugh at seeing, or at least imagining, your annoyance. 

Yes, you were the Reverend Sister  but you were not a naive beauty as everyone believed you to be. You were grumpy, diligent, kind-hearted, and knew the world can be a dark, cruel place. 

The Holy Temple of Aesir had saved you in your darkest hour; instead of throwing yourself into the cold, murky river as a means to escape from the wretched place you had come from, a low-ranking priest had found you. He took you in, taught you everything there is to know about prayer, penitence, and how to embrace the worst part of yourself  even when you wanted to so badly rip it out because it is still part of you. What you had experienced, the hardships, the sorrows…that is life. And to understand that no mortal is perfect, to accept it and use the gifts Aesir had bestowed upon you to help others…that is when you will truly see how beautiful the world is through His Eyes. 

His Eyes that you now possessed. 

No one had dared to look upon them in fear of incurring Aesir’s wrath…yet Yandere!Holy Knight did when he was in the Holy Temple’s care for a year before you arrived, a young man at the age of fifteen. He saw them and thought they looked like a pair of jewels. Sapphires that glowed brightly under the sunlight, and could see everything. Past, present, and future for a brief time. Due to the physical and mental strain that these Eyes have placed on your body even when it was to create illusions or obscure the sight of magical beasts, you weren’t allowed to overuse them. That was why the High Priest insisted that you wore a veil over your face.

You opted to have the seamstress to make adjustments to your mother-of-pearl robes and add a hood to hide yourself from the world. You might have also bribed her to create a matching cloth to wear over your eyes, enchanted so that you could see through it without putting further strain on your vision. 

Rebellious. But you were perfect in Yandere!Holy Knight’s eyes. A Reverend Sister who cared for the congregation, the people, and his men far more than she lets others believe. 

He thought this peaceful life would continue as it had for the last ten years. To watch you from afar and know that you were safe so long as he still held a sword in his hands. But nothing lasts forever. 

One day, the High Priest had cloistered the clergy in the temple’s pews and announced that Aesir had shown him in a vision that the Reverend Sister who had been with them for these past ten years was not the true child of the Creator. It is in fact the young lady standing at his side. A dainty, beautiful lady with pale blue hair that fell past her back, gentle robin’s egg eyes darting from the carpeted floor to the clergy and then to the High Priest. She wore a  strapless white dress with matching gloves that stretched all the way to her elbows. Pear-shaped dangled from her ears, and black lace with a single blue rose attached to the side coiled around her swanlike throat.This stranger, this…noblewoman, is all but ready to accept her duties. From this moment forward, she would be known as Esther. 

“Let it be known, Brothers and Sisters, that the one known as Harrowhark shall be sent into exile for her sins against Aesir. That is the will of the Creator, so let it be so.” 

Yandere!Holy Knight’s heart plummeted into the pit of his stomach at the High Priest’s words. What? He thought. This cannot be true! You are the Reverend Sister, you are God’s Beloved! Why would this man (this fool a nasty voice in the back of his mind growled) deny it now? Ten years. For ten long years, you have been a faithful bride of the Holy Temple. Now, after everything you have down, the recklessness in trying to sacrifice your life for his men on missions, reaching out to the people and listening to them confess their sins in the prayer box because you did not wish to see them suffer and try to offer guidance without overstepping your boundaries….you would just be cast aside as if you were nothing to them? To the Holy Temple, to him?

No. Yandere!Holy Knight cannot and will not accept it. He knows the High Priest. He knows this man would never dare to do something so stupid lest he will incite the anger of the clergy, the people, and the Emperor himself, who is a religious man and knows the Reverend Sister. 

Something is not right. 

He was not the only one who believed it. You did too. You had told him as much later that night, when you found him at the training grounds, trying to relieve his anger by practicing his swings with his two-handed longsword. You were still here. You hadn’t left like the High Priest had ordered you to do so. Thank Aesir. 

If he were a lesser man, he would have scooped you up in his arms and laughed joyously, waking up everyone else in the barracks and gotten smacked across the face for pushing past your five-foot rule. But he didn’t.

You had not been blessed with His Eyes just to pretend that you will unconditionally obey the High Priest’s request to leave and be branded a heretic, a false Reverend Sister, for the rest of your life. No. The woman who will be baptized as Reverend Sister Esther and become God’s Beloved is not who the High Priest believes she is, regardless that this chain of events are happening because of a vision. 

All the sacred texts in the library, all the prayers you have had to learn by heart, not a single one of them contained the words Affection Level. It did not explain why those floated over this stranger’s head, why its dark-pink smoke was encircling the High Priest, a man who possessed just as much holy magic as you did, if not more due to age and experience. You had strained your sight,  vision becoming blurry just to see what was the thing under Affection Level. It was…a bar with lines? Measured in tenth percentiles, from ten to one hundred? What is this sorcery? It isn’t anything you have ever seen before, not even when you have visited monasteries across the Empire for yearly sabbaticals. How did this woman attain it? 

This magic did not possess the gentle warmth of Aesir’s touch, his love towards all creation without expecting anything in return. 

Take. Take. Take. Conquer. Move on. Take. 

That was what you could feel, and you had no doubt in your mind at that very moment, the High Priest’s words going from one ear and out the other. There is an evil presence in the Holy Temple of Aesir. This woman, Esther, is a harbinger. An anchor. She was tied to this evil and she was reveling in it as if she had finally, finally gotten what she desired without lifting a finger. And that terrified you more than anything, the possibility that this sorcery can brainwash the entire congregation and no one would be the wiser. 

Shit. What the fuck is going on? Forgive me, Aesir, for saying such vulgar words in your sacred House, but what the ever-living fuck is going on?

If the sight of seeing this Affection Level  and its abilities did not rattle your bones, it was seeing two tiny names hidden right under the meter. The High Priest…and Sir Palamedes. And inside tiny square boxes right, no, on the left side of their names were the words capture target. 

Yandere!Holy Knight stared at you in disbelief, your confession of what you had seen earlier this afternoon ringing in his ears. “You believe that this woman will bring harm to the Holy Temple, Sister Harrowhark?” He said. “If that is true, then why would the High Priest risk the safety of the congregation? Is it because of the influence of this…Affection Level? And why is my name there?” He was aghast. “How could anyone think of conquering someone if they do not consent to it or do not desire such a thing?”

Like the Brothers and Sisters of the Holy Temple, he had taken a vow of chastity alongside the oaths to protect them and the countrymen. Only clergymen or paladins who were high-ranking would be allowed to marry so long as the union was approved by both the High Priest and the Emperor. 

You blinked at him, jeweled eyes glowing in sympathy as you slowly shook your head. “I do not know, truly. But if Reverend Sister Esther is coming after you, then you must put your safety and well-being above all else. Even my own.” You put your gloved hands in your mother-of-pearls robes, digging around in the pockets before you pulled out a drop-shaped peridot on a silver chain. You placed it in his open palm, and pushed his fingers forward to clench the hand into a loose fist. 

Murky, violet orbs looked at you in confusion, astonishment, and fear. “Lady Harrowhark?” He whispered. 

“Keep this on you, Sir Palamedes. The holy magic stored in here should be able to protect you from whatever this evil is, or at least I hope so. I was able to persuade the High Priest to postpone the announcement of Reverend Sister Esther’s baptism and my exile until after the Festival of the Stars. That will give us one week, while the others are celebrating Aesir’s creation of the world, to find everything we need to know about the Affection Level and how to remove it from Sister Esther before it can corrupt anyone else in the congregation.” You then stepped away from him, turning your back towards Yandere!Holy Knight and throwing the hood of your robe over your head.

 “Recite your prayers, steady your hand, and for Aesir’s sake keep your distance from that woman.”

Then you left the training grounds, disappearing into the night and back towards the Sisters’ sleeping quarters, leaving Yandere! Holy Knight alone in his troubled thoughts. He knelt at his bedside that night, clutching the talisman you had given in his clasped hands as he dutifully murmured the prayers of Fidelity, Honor, and Strength. To protect him from evil’s temptation. 

May Aesir grant him the strength to remain pure of heart and mind before he succumbs to his unholy feelings towards the Reverend Sister Harrowhark, God’s Beloved and the woman he should not have fallen in love with.

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#forbidden-sunlight #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere manhwa x reader #yandere #ns.fw #yandere oc #yandere!holy knight #tw obsession #tw sui ideation #tw sui attempt #fem!reader #tw manipulation #cw manipulation #cw sui ideation #cw sui attempt #minors do not interact #mdni

[sollucets]

ray in episode two + smiling because of sand

#only friends the series #ofts #oftsedit #only friends #raysand #sandray #khaotung thanawat #flashing tw #rowan gifs #tusersilence #khaotunq #tuserhidden #userbon #uservid #first serious attempt to do color manipulation on of proper and oh. oh my god this sucks. thats why some of them look like that. forgive me #anyway look at my baby boy #outside of for sand ray only smiles 1) at the sex workers and 2) at namcheum #but for sand?? happy all the time

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Cornered

Pairing: Dark Peter Parker x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: Peter can’t live without you and he’s not afraid to show it. 

WARNINGS: Fake Suicide Attempt; Manipulation.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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“Don’t! Please, Peter.” you cry out, watching as Peter pulls the knife closer to his wrist, the sharp edge pressing hard against his skin, dangerously close to his veins. 

You’re both crying after a huge discussion that started because you had decided that it was best to give your relation a small break. It’s getting draining to deal with Peter’s constant protectiveness with him always looking over your shoulder, trying to make your decisions for you. 

He’s overbearing and it’s sucking the life out of you. 

Nonetheless, Peter had always been a gentle boyfriend so you made the mistake of assuming that he’d be reasonable enough when you revealed what you had decided for your future. Apparently you were entirely wrong about him. 

“If you leave me, I’ll have no reason to live and then you can truly be free of me. Isn’t that what you want?” he practically chokes on his tears, a small gasp exiting his lips as he draws a cut into the skin. A few drops of blood paint this skin, dropping on the floor. 

“It’s not! Just… put down the knife, okay?” you beg, taking a step towards him. “We can talk this out, Peter.” 

“Why should I listen to you? You’re going to leave me, no matter what.” Peter gives you a sad smile, taking another step back as you try to get near him.

The knife digs again and he groans, the blood starting to roll down his wrist. 

“I-I won’t. I promise, Peter. I’ll stay with you, if that’s what you really want.” you panickly propose. His eyes light up at your offer, hope filling them as he loosens his grip on the knife.

“I want that. And we’ll be together and you’ll love me again? You promise?” he desperately asks, fingers clenching around the knife as he awaits for your answer.

You only hesitate for a brief moment, but you can’t allow Peter to do this. You have no other option but to take him back. 

“I promise. Now please get away from the -” you don’t even get to finish your sentence as Peter immediately drops the knife, which makes a loud noise as it falls down on the ground.

Before you can properly register what happened, Peter’s arms are around you. He lets out a shaky breath, pressing passionate kisses all over your scalp as you stand there, motionless in his arms.

You’re mortified by what just happened, but more so at the promise you’done to Peter. Now you’re never going to be able to leave him. 

Exactly what he wanted. 

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[worst-mother-throwdown]

BRACKET 1

Round 3

TW: child abuse, emotional abuse, mass murder, manipulation, attempted murder, drowning, sexual abuse, rape

Titania propaganda

Cordelia propaganda

#worst mother throwdown #worst fictional mother throwdown #october daye titania #october daye #october daye series #diabolik lovers cordelia #diabolik lovers #tw child abuse #tw emotional abuse #tw mass murder #tw manipulation #tw attempted murder #tw drowning #tw sex assault #tw sex abuse #tw rap3 #rape tw

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

so, i've wanted to address this quote for a while. because it's stupid. let me explain.

i've seen very few heroes who are willing to sacrifice their loved ones to save the world. usually they find some kind of loophole that lets everyone live. also, sacrificing the world to save one person is not romantic. it's not desirable. what good is a world without its people? what's the point of living in a world where only you and one other person exists?

this quote is just the trolley problem paraphrased. it's the dilemma of saving one person over multiple people. it has no right solution because both of the possible solutions result in the death of someone.

coming back to the post itself, this is yet another case of adora being victim blamed. because c//a stans never get sick of that, right? the post is implying that adora would sacrifice catra to save the world (which is not true, she was sacrificing herself) and that catra would sacrifice the world to save adora. is that true?

research says no.

i mean, come on, the show literally spells it out for you. catra says word for word that she'd rather destroy the world than let adora win (hint: live).

and before you say "that was before she was redeemed!" don't forget that she left adora on her deathbed, instead of staying with her when she needed love and support the most.

again, c//a stans trying to twist canon into something it's not. what's new?

#this conflict was so forced anyway #horde prime was such a boring villain that they had to pull out the “hero might die” card to raise the stakes #and ofc catra makes it all about herself again #adora is the one about to die and catra is like “no one wants me :((((” #spop critical #spop #spop salt #spop discourse #spop criticism #anti catradora #she ra #anti catra #antic//a #anti c//a #tw manipulation #tw abuse #tw attempted murder #tw attempted genocide

[thegoldencontracts]

A Touch Too Far

Summary: You've discovered a lovely way to make Azul comply with your wishes. Too bad it doesn't go well.

Notes: Trigger warnings for toxic behavior and hurt no comfort, threats of breaking up with someone/ emotional blackmail, and the reader isn't necessarily toxic but their actions here definitely are, putting the rest of the fic behind a cut esp now in case anyone is triggered or just in general uncomfortable with these topics.

Break-up pranks. You'd seen them all over. Girls threatening to breakup with their boyfriends, boys threatening to break up with their girlfriends, and whatnot. Everyone always seemed to be laughing at the end.

So, you decided to try it. Apparently, people'd do anything to avoid their partners breaking up with them. And maybe that would finally break through Azul's ridiculously stingy heart. After all, if he couldn't even make the barest sacrifices to keep you, did he even care?

...If you were being honest, you wondered that. Sometimes, it seemed like he cared more about his contracts than you.

So, one day, when he'd denied your request to help you study once, you tried it out.

"Let's break up," you said. "Clearly, since you don't even care enough about me to do this one thing, we really aren't meant to be."

Azul's eyes widened, just like the eyes of whoever was pranked did before the big reveal. Next, he'd ask why, or may e ask if there was anything he could do to change that.

But that didn't happen. Instead, his eyes narrowed, features turning sharp, jagged.

"I-" what little softness was remaining in his expression quickly vanished, replaced by something cold. "I suppose that's just for the best, then. Farewell."

"Leave my office, if you'd please," he said, and you felt your heart sink. Your relationship was over, just like that.

That was it? Didn't he even care, didn't he even want to keep staying with you?

"Wait, Azul, it was-"

Wasn't he sad? Why wasn't he showing something, anything, any emotion?

You'd expected him to give in to your terms, if you were being honest. He probably wanted to keep you somewhere deep down inside. But he didn't.

If you were being honest, though, you could feel the regret hitting you like a truck. Weren't those videos all staged? Really, you shouldn't have done that.

But none of that mattered anymore. Because he clearly didn't care either way. He just wanted to get rid of you, and you'd given him the perfect chance.

If only you'd done better - now or before. If only you could do anything to salvage this now completely shattered relationship.

As you left the VIP room, you could faintly make out a high-pitched sobbing.

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[heyheydidjaknow]

It only took me like 8 months to write a follow-up to Good Wine. It has sat gathering dust and it will gather dust no longer. Granted I'm not particularly happy with it but when am I ever? It's a yandere Venti x reader, so read the tags.

Incomprehensible

You were not talking to him.

He jotted another note on the sheet in front of him, mumbling potential lyrics to himself. He understood that the first few months would be the most difficult as you became acclimated to your situation, and all things considered, you were taking things fairly well. You did not try to jump again, opting to instead sit by the mouth of the cave and read to pass the time. When he brought food back, you ate it and did not try to vomit it back up like you had the first week. He had managed to grab more things from your home for you to decorate the space, and the wall now had a painting on it, which was progress. Sure, you had not said a word to him in that time and did not sleep when he was in the room, but that was fine for now; of the two of you, he was reasonably confident you would be the first to fold.

He looked over at you, sat, like usual, with your legs dangling over the ledge. He knew that the thing to do was to wait you out, that if he wanted you to talk to him he needed to make you. Of the two of you, he was the one still allowed to talk to people; you would come asking for reassurance at some point. The only issue was the odd emptiness in his chest. He had been used to talking to you nearly every day. He had expected yelling and crying and glaring. He was not ready to be without you entirely.

But this was for the best. You would crack eventually

He heard you, bare feet on stone, walk towards him. He pretended not to notice as you sat down beside him. “Can I ask you something?”

He looked up, as if surprised. “Hm? Oh, of course.”

You wrung your hands. “What do people think happened to me?”

He blinked, confused by the question.

You sighed, frustrated already. “People would be worried about me if they thought I was missing. That doesn’t help your cause at all, so what do people think happened to me?”

He carefully moved his writings aside, ink still drying. “I’ll tell you if you let me hug you.”

You stared at him as if he had grown a third head.

He kept his gaze steady. “We’ve hugged before. I don’t think it’s unreasonable.” He turned his body to face you, crisscrossing his legs. “But I have no intention of forcing you either way; I’m perfectly fine with waiting for you to come around.”

You opened your mouth to protest, paused. You stared back out the mouth of the cave. “What do they think happened to me?”

He felt his whole body relax. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms tightly around your neck and pulling himself into your lap. “You ran away.” He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, fighting the urge to cry out in relief; there was a chance. “I tried to talk you out of it, but you said that you needed to find your own way in the world and that you wanted to take time to explore the world. You only took what you could carry and went off on your way and I swore not to tell anyone where you were going. That way, if something happened so that you could go back, you could.”

You were stiff under him. “Has anyone tried looking for me?”

He nodded. “They tried for two weeks and then decided that it was your life and to not get involved.”

“And they know you know where I am?”

He leaned back to look at you properly. “They do.”

You refused to make eye contact. “What do I have to do to send them a letter to let them know I’m fine?”

“What do you need to do?” He considered it. “Well,” his voice lowered, “I would have to think about it. Let's see…” He gave you a once over. “I’ll give them a letter if you promise to talk to me again.”

“About what?”

He sighed. “Whatever we used to talk about: the weather, music, anything.”

“For how long?”

“I don’t think we need to set an exact time.” He smiled softly. “I just miss hearing your voice.” He cleared his throat; even now he was worried about coming on too strong. “You’ll need to prove you’re good for it first.” He held up a finger. “One week of cordiality for one letter. One letter a week is realistic, wouldn’t you say?”

You looked at a spot on the floor. “Will you read me any letters if I get them?”

“I’ll tell you what they say.”

Slowly, you nodded. “Okay.”

“Excellent.” He sighed. “Now, that isn’t too much trouble, is it?”

You kept your arms behind you, keeping yourself sat upright. “More trouble than it’s worth.”

He laughed despite your obvious displeasure. “Well, when you get used to being here more I’m sure you’ll come around to just talking to me.”

“I doubt it.” You licked your teeth. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

You looked back out the cave’s mouth. “Is this a new thing for you?”

He cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Kidnapping people,” you clarified simply. “Have you kidnapped someone before?”

He considered the question, turning it around and trying to answer it in such a way that it may become more palatable. “I’ve never gone this far with anyone, no.” He let his head fall back to the crook of your neck. “I would have never fantasized about being so intimate with someone before now.”

“Lucky me.”

He smiled against your skin, rueful. “It takes quite a bit to turn someone against their own core ideals. I can’t speak to how I’d feel about it personally, but I could imagine it being at least somewhat flattering.”

You did not dignify him with a response.

“In all seriousness,” he continued, “I recognize that my position as your captor is self-inflicted. I don’t ever expect you to feel bad for me if you think that’s what I’m trying to do.”

“At least you’re smart enough to figure that much out.”

He nodded. “I’ve thought this very far through.”

“For how long?”

“A year, maybe.” He shrugged. “Long enough to think and disregard the consequences.”

“Long enough to realize you’re acting as my Decarabiun?”

“Long enough to accept and come to terms with it.”

You relaxed further into your arms, shoulders rising closer to your ears. “And your excuse is that I’m mortal? That this is better for me?”

“Exactly.”

He heard you pause, then, “So you understand how awful this must feel? For you to take such a significant portion of my life away?”

His grip around your neck tightened slightly. “I do.”

“And you’re doing it anyway?”

“I am.”

Your voice remained steady. “And you recognize how cruel that is?”

His answer was simple. “Yes.”

Your head fell back, staring up at the ceiling. “You’re a monster.”

He smiled weakly. “I wouldn’t say that.” One hand made its way into your hair, gently tugging at the strands. “I would say that it simply speaks to my desperation.”

You scoffed. “People can be lonely.”

“People only live half a century.” He twisted a piece of it around his finger. “I sleep for great stretches and the time still goes excruciatingly slow. To not be known or loved by anyone— that is a struggle one might endure for a century, not millennia.” He snorted. “I mean, any suffering for that long grows excruciating after a while. Have you ever heard of water torture?”

“You couldn’t find a partner in millennia?”

That got a full laugh out of him. “I am either an archon against my will— too high or holy to be held captive by such things as human desires— or a foolish drunkard too intoxicated by drink or song to be interested in a lover. Why would anyone want to get to know me?”

“I got to know you.”

“And you were one of two exceptions in more than two millennia.” His free hand fell from your shoulders, instead gently gripping the front of your shirt. “The first has been dead for the majority of that time, and what I felt for him cannot be compared to what I feel for you.”

You did not respond.

“It’s hard to describe in terms you will be able to understand how it feels to be unknown for so long.” He leaned his head forward so that his forehead rested on his collarbone. “I imagine that is why you cannot understand why I have done this to you; how could one explain how an excuse as juvenile as, ‘I was lonely,’ could justify what I am taking.” He swallowed, forcing his voice not to waver; connection and communication at this stage were vital, and as effective as his genuine tears would be as a tactic for emotional manipulation it would be seen as much further down the line. “But the loneliness that comes from an eternity of isolation, of both invisibility and an uncomfortably high amount of scrutiny, is enough to make anyone lose themselves. A younger version of myself would be horrified by my actions; now, I understand how I have come to the conclusion that I need as much to not search far and wide for a cure to my immortality.” His voice lowered to just above a whisper. “And in the depths of my despair, so tired and alone and cold that I had come to accept as much as a common ache, you met me, approached me, saw me in a way nobody else had, an act which likely meant very little to you but meant the world to me.” He pursed his lips together, taking slow, deep breaths to suppress the impending tears. “But that must seem silly to you as a mortal being, not because of a lack of intelligence, but because you are physically incapable of comprehending how long and how agonizing millennia are as stretches of time, and I’m sorry for that.” He tugged on the bottom of your shirt, playing absently with the fabric. “And it is because I am so sorry that you are paying for a crime you have not committed that I am trying to let you acclimate, to not force myself onto you, which is as much as I can offer and that is still the bare minimum.”

The two of you sat in silence for a time.

“You could let me go.”

He let out a long sigh, relaxing into you. “I couldn’t. Not now.”

Your voice was soft. “You won’t, you mean.”

“Exactly.”

You lowered the two of you down, first to your elbows, then onto your back. “How long have I been here?”

His legs splayed on either side of you. “Two weeks.”

“Two weeks,” you repeated, dazed. “It’s felt like longer.”

“It always does.”

Your chest rose and fell gently underneath him. “Will I end up like you?”

“Inevitably.”

You propped your head up, resting your head on your arm. “And that’s when I’ll need you.”

“Yes,” he breathed.

Your voice cracked. “That’s horrible.”

His eyes slid shut. “It is. Not that we have a choice, either way.”

There was a chance. He could see it.

#venti x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere barbatos #yandere venti #yandere venti x reader #yandere barbatos x reader #tw kidnap mention #tw kidnapping #tw mention of attempted suicide #tw emotional manipulation #yandere x you #yandere x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact venti #shoutout to tomayto to being one of few people to ever ask for a follow up to a thing I’ve written

[nomsfaultau]

Hybrid AU in exile week where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. First part here.

Slowly, Tommy loses his ability to properly react to pain. It doesn’t matter how it happened, a stray TNT blast or a slap from getting mouthy. Where once he would’ve responded with spitfire and anger, now he simply shuts down, trapped crying for his abuser. He is incapable of being soothed by anything but him.

Once, his abuser watched as his distressed chirping began, and then simply walked away. It was like he couldn’t think or move at all, frozen in place as he cried for help. Trapped in his instincts until his abuser finally came back much later. In the blurry cage of panic, Tommy remembers him just out of reach, silently watching his distress. Content to leave him imprisoned in it, even if Tommy was trapped in that tension for over an hour and each chirp hurt his sore throat. His entire body hurt so much after trembling for so long. The fact he’d been stuck like that for hours was terrifying. What if his abuser abandoned him for good, just like everyone else? Would Tommy be trapped crying forever? Tommy hates that he just let himself be defenseless, hates his abuser for leaving him like that for so long.

And yet Tommy can only seem to care about the rumbling mimics of coos vibrating the chest he was pressed to afterward.

Tommy goes through exile very confused, scared of the instincts that keep bursting out of him. They don’t match how he feels at all, like the happy little chirps that he tries to smother every time his abuser returns. Unless that’s how he really feels? He can’t tell. Everything gets so bad when his abuser is gone, until Tommy feels sick with yearning, with dread. Everything soothes when he’s around, knowing he promised to keep Tommy safe with the feathers he wears. All his confusion and fear is smothered by his avian instincts, just like his abuser planned.

Tommy is scared and feels like he’s losing control of himself. His solution is the tower, because maybe the instincts won’t notice since avians are supposed to like high places, even if he’s a pathetic excuse for one. He can't even fly, his abuser says he's too weak to. All he does is freeze up and make annoying chirping sounds that are headache inducing, just like every other sound Tommy makes.

But then he gets up, and the world is just so beautiful from a bird’s eye view. As the epiphany strikes about how his abuser is manipulating him and his instincts, it’s paired with this feeling like he’s ready to leave the nest. His abuser is wrong about everything, he’s strong and independent and capable. Finally his instincts are only boosting what he really feels, instead of fighting to keep him meek and reliant. His abuser was wrong, he can fly. His wings flair, ready to soar.

Tommy plummets.

His desperate flapping only barely saves him from immediately dying. Fragile avian bones snap on impact. He’s scared and depressed and in a lot of pain, so his instincts take over, eyes dilating and feathers fluffing up. Tommy probably could drag himself back to Logchestire and bandage himself up, but his instincts are overpowering and cause him to completely freeze. All he can do is chirp, but for once his abuser didn’t cause the pain so he’s not there to soothe Tommy’s panicked instincts. He’s not coming.

Or perhaps, he knew Tommy was trying to fly away, and decided to give him the independence he foolishly yearned for. His instincts knew he couldn’t survive on his own, needed someone to protect and nurture him. Why hadn’t he listened to them?

In some hazy back corner of his mind, Tommy hates that he’s like this. He knows no one is coming, and yet he can’t break out of the cage of his hatchling instincts. In trying to become free, Tommy only proved his abuser right about everything.

What Tommy doesn’t know is that in one of the grooming sessions his wings were clipped.

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#c!tommy #dsmp #dsmp fic #exile arc #exile week #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanfic #tw child abuse #child abuse #Ctommy #hybrid au #cdream #dream neg #tw manipulation #tw sui attempt #tw suicide attempt #something to nom on

[whumpetywhump]

Till The End Of The Moon - Ep. 4

#till the end of the moon #cdrama #unconscious #concern #cradled #nightmare #manipulated #gaslighting #rescue #attempted suicide #tw self harm #tw suicide #luo yunxi #bai lu #whump #cwhump #asian whump

[3raccoonstryingtorobabank]

playing chapter three right now and I’d beat the SHIT out of Azul (read more in place because this is a long ass rant) spoilers ahead btw

ITS NOT EVEN BCS OF THE STUDY GUIDES bcs that’s just smart business tbh I respect that

The MC was just out of nowhere teleported to this insane ass magic world with no money or magical ability, has 100% been struggling, dealt with 2 overblots already and has the useless headmage hanging their financial situation above them to get them to do shit for him,,, Azul probably knows all of this mind you,,, they come to him bcs out of the kindness of their own heart with all the shit on their plate already they want to save their friends (and like 223 other students) AND HE PRETTY MUCH DOES EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER TO MAKE THEM HOMELESS???

like yea MC could stay at Heartslaybul (in a room with 4 other guys) or maybe at Savanaclaw (while basically being Leona’s servant) or there could be other cannon possibilities (like Kalim is really kind so he might have let MC transfer there if they lost Ramshackle) but none of those options were ever a guarantee plus he would have taken all of MCs belongings they couldn’t carry with them out of Ramshackle

and Azul was making it actively more IMPOSSIBLE to fulfill the terms of the contract. yea no sorry Jack Howl the Moral Compass Haver but both twins would have to pull me off of Azul I’d break his bones

EDIT BELOW: I finished chapter three

yea I still think Azul is a huge bitch and I realized I kin him

like I was bullied as a kid for being chubby too and I’ve never tried to make someone homeless to open a restaurant branch ffs

though I am proud of him for pulling a character development (however small and long overdue it was) I sure as hell would’ve asked for something in return

like oh u wanna erase your past so bad??? yea I’ll forget all about ur overblot for a free sushi buffet courtesy of Mostro Lounge

#MC needs to learn the power of a baseball bat and some weightlifting classes #Especially since most of the students fight with magic so even if they’re physically strong #They’re not used to someone just swinging at them #So even if it’s someone muscly like Jack you’d have the element of surprise and at least land a hit or two #Moral of the story Id be an awful MC #Sorry Azul stans I made calamari out of your babygirl #twst x reader #twst wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #twst #twst azul #tw rant #tags from after my edit here #Yea I’d make a terrible MC #Sorry Azul you made an attempt on my life I think I deserve some free sushi #Off topic but I love sushi and I just KNOW Mostro lounge would have good quality fish #Fresh caught by your favorite lowkey terrifying manipulative eel twins ❤️❤️❤️

[eclecticmiasma]

Kinktober '22 Day 8 (Childe x Reader)

"Truthfully, he had hoped to end things before they got to see you naked. But no matter. They won't live to remember it anyway. "

NSFW

[Warnings: general yandere scariness, blood, gore, death, attempted rape, emotional/psychological manipulation, childe is his own warning]

Art credit: @ha___ze on twitter

Even immaculate calligraphy can't hide the fact that the Regrator is far from pleased. Weeks of back and forth negotiations have greatly soured a relationship that was already tenuous to begin with.

As tight as I pull my purse strings, you always manage to hemorrhage Mora...

Childe smirks, perfectly able to envision his fellow Harbinger nearly snapping a pen nib with rage. It's a shame that the most uptight of them all holds power over funding and the hiring of troops. Dottore could be told the full intent behind his request and be more than happy to oblige, were he able. Great minds think alike, as they say.

...but your request has been granted. Three men will be dispatched to the location you provided within the week. However, I caution you that should it reach my ears this endeavor is for naught but one of your personal schemes, I shall see to it personally that you are cut off from any and all supplies for the duration of your mission.

The letter tears to pieces with ease, unceremoniously tossed aside to flutter to the marble flooring of Childe's office. He leans back and flexes his gloved fingers in an attempt to steel the anticipation that's been building in his system for days. The overwhelming urge to maim bubbles up like rancid milk. Soon, Tartaglia.

In hindsight, the sound of nothing but crickets floating on the warm breeze should have been a warning sign. The moment you were allowed to pass Liyue's massive stone gate unimpeded should have given you reason to turn back and hightail it home.

For now, everything is peaceful. Liyue Harbor's twinkling lights are dazzling from the city outskirts. Fireflies pop in and out of your vision as they lazily drift about. For the first time since you arrived in this strange land, you understand why others settle and never leave.

Still, as you press forward down countless wooden steps and out into the open trail, you can't help but peek around expecting a certain redhead to scare you half to death.

"Haven't you heard the rumors?" You hear his voice, cheery with an undercurrent of sincere warning, "They say there's a demon slayer with a penchant for pretty women out here in the wilds...wouldn't want him stealing you away now," Every time you roll your eyes and bid him leave you alone. And every time he ignores your ire, walking alongside you unphased.

In all honesty, he isn't terrible company. A funeral parlor worker he often chatters on about seems to have given him a wealth of information about the nation, beyond just its history. Sometimes you find yourself enthralled when he relays facts he's learned about the various ruins that lay scattered about. There are times when it's difficult to imagine that this strange man is a Harbinger.

Sure, it is incredibly unnerving to feel his hand on your shoulder as you traverse home some nights. The man moves so silently it's as if he travels the rooftops just to get to you without being noticed. The conversation always goes the same- you are more than capable of moving about without a chaperone. But he always flashes you the same wild grin before ruffling your hair like you're an insolent pet.

Somehow, you always cave to him. Mostly, you find him a harmless pest. After all, he's been nothing but kind even in his clingy presence. The first day you met, he seemed so excited to have met another foreigner. He all but dragged you around to different hotspots in the city that very day, and even gave you a way to contact him at Northland Bank should you ever need anything. Could a Harbinger be capable of such selflessness?

You pause, peering up at the ruins of Wuwang Hill as a slight feeling of guilt sinks your mood. No doubt you'd have gotten an earful about how the little village had become so decrepit. The last time you talked to Childe you had been so stressed from work, from homesickness, that you hadn't been very kind to him. You said nasty things in an attempt to be alone for five seconds without him around. In fact, I'm sure some passersby were shocked to see someone shouting at the Harbinger until he actually relented. They probably expected him to beat you to dust on the spot. His cheery face had been so...crestfallen as he actually turned and left you alone. It felt wrong, an apology died on your tongue as he went. That had to have been two weeks ago by now.

Just as you start walking again, a large bush near your path rustles unnaturally. It startles you, but an exasperated smile makes its way to your lips. He's forgiven you, and now you can apologize to him properly.

You should have known better than to think Childe would be so messy in hiding.

"Childe, come out," You chastise when the bush settles once again. Though the redhead has a penchant for jokes, you'd really like to apologize and get it over with.

"You heard her boys, go ahead and come out," Ice floods your veins as your feet are rooted to the spot. The voice comes from somewhere not four feet behind you, deep and gravely. The bush resumes moving as two men make their way out of it. One with gleaming yellow eyes and bandages wrapped around his face and neck, the other clothed in long black robes frayed with the color of fire at the edges, a ruby red mask hiding his expression from view. Each carries a symbol all citizens of Teyvat know well.

Fatui.

You turn to run, only to be snatched back by your hair into the abdomen of the man who spoke. His enormous hand covers your mouth before you can scream for help. Painfully, you crane your neck back to look up at your captor with pleading eyes. Only a single, vibrant purple orb gazes back.

Humans are nothing but if predictable. Dottore always had a way with words. Childe watches the scene below with sheer amusement, electricity practically skittering around his form.

He watches as the Fatui assassin's blade slices easily through the front of your shirt. Truthfully, he had hoped to end things before they got to see you naked. But no matter. They won't live to remember it anyway. Hopefully, your beautiful skin will stay relatively unmarred.

Childe wants to cheer when you land a kick square in the geomancer's crotch, proof that you can and will put up a fight after all. But the pride is short-lived as the soldiers easily subdue you after. He can hear them cackle as they rip your underwear, as the electrohammer pinches and squeezes your breasts. One of them threatens to beat you unconscious just to make their lives easier. When the assassin wraps a hand around your neck, Childe decides you've probably had enough.

"Little bitch, can't wait to have you moaning on my cock-" It takes a moment for you to register that the wet splatter you feel on your face neck is blood. The yellow-eyed Fatui seizes as his head is cleaved in two. As he falls, the blue blade that took his life is jerked back and there stands Childe, grinning like a maniac. You don't even know if he sees you.

The assassin turns to engage the Harbinger, but is no match for his speed. Childe whips around and aims his two blades perfectly at the Fatui's neck and abdomen. The massive solider that held you in a vice grip drops you to the ground to watch in horror as viscera pour from the assassin's body. Somehow, he is still alive as he hits the ground next to you. Though you can't see it through his mask, you feel as if he's looking to you as blood gurgles up through the gash in his trachea.

Childe howls with glee as the electrohammer swings his weapon and misses gloriously. He easily hops onto the head of the hammer and uses it as leverage to jump, stabbing the Fatui straight through the chest in one fatal blow. The solider falls flat into the stained grass, and all goes silent.

The Harbinger heaves as he tries to catch his breath, soft grunts escaping him as he replays the fight in his mind. Though, it wasn't much of a fight. He considers a multitude of alternative routes he could have taken. Perhaps he could have disguised himself as a pyromancer and gutted them one by one as they tried to have their way with you. Maybe he shouldn't have waited until their weapons were almost entirely cast aside.

His spiraling thoughts were halted as he registers a pitiful sob coming from somewhere at his feet. He drops his weapons as he spots you, soiled with bodily fluid and sobbing. You look utterly broken, trembling arms wrapped tight around your knees as if making yourself smaller will make everything disappear.

"Thank the Archons you're safe," He coos, falling to his knees beside you and making a show of being elated that he arrived in time. He wraps his arms around you and despite the fear that grips your heart you lean in to his heaving chest, sobbing harder, "Did they hurt you, princess?

He forces you back to look at him and admires the terror in your eyes. You look so small, so lost. Surely, you would regret every word you had said before. Surely, the world would be terrifying without him.

"I'm sorry," You wail like a lost child, voice hoarse. Childe runs his gloved fingers through your hair, combing more blood into the strands in the process, "Y-you told me, so many times and I-"

"Shhh, milaya*," Childe thumbs away your tears and does his best to shove deep the dizzying pleasure he gets in watching you crumble, "I forgive you. But, promise you'll never tell me to leave your side again."

For a moment you look at him, tears continuing to fall. The terror of what could have been replays in your mind and you grip his forearms with your fingers, holding onto your savior for dear life.

Later, you would regret your words with all of your heart. You would scream at yourself for being so blind, so naïve.

"I promise."

*sweetie

*all original work is my intellectual property. do not edit or re-upload.

[KINKTOBER '22 MASTERLIST]

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #childe #childe x reader #yandere childe #yan!childe #x reader #drabbles #not sfw #minors dni #tw: blood #tw: gore #tw: manipulation #yandere #tw: yandere #tw: death #tw: attempted rape

[azulzstupidity]

I mean, the host could've revived him anyway. Not like anyone would lose anything important!

(Dipper belongs to @fl-n5 !! HI FLINT !!)

#azulz doodles #artists on tumblr #my art #osc #digital art #object show community #art #guy gets manipulated once and immediately attempts #implied suicide #tw implied suicide

[anti-endo-haven]

(tw for stalking (being stalked), threats of violence, manipulation (gaslighting, lovebombing, guilt tripping), attempted IP grabbing, being told to kill ourselves) (cw for a lot of swearing) I'm very very sorry for what is going to be a very lengthy vent, if we don't get this off our chest we will fucking explode. In December of 2022 we had a falling out with a fellow system who we considered a friend, they had a huge mental breakdown and said a lot of horrible shit to us and our ps. We told them to take a break so all parties involved could make an informed decision and they just didn't, they kept apologising and trying to guilt trip us and our ps, when that didn't work they acted like they were fine again when they clearly weren't and tried lovebombing us. The next day they sent us a DM blaming everything that they did on one alter and completely ignoring us saying to take a complete break from Discord and not to contact anyone until the break was over. A few hours later our host had had enough and put their foot down, saying their behaviour was appalling and that they should never contact us again. We blocked them on everything and thought that was that. In January 2023 they reached out again and asked us to block from from an alternate account. They made a new discord account and DMed us asking us to block them, we told them no, it's not our responsibility to block every new alt they make, and they immediately got shitty at us. Back in December they had indirectly threatened us by 'reminding' us that we both attended the same school and then very directly threatened us by saying that they weren't scared to throw punches and they 'knew Moon (one of our persecutors) wouldn't hesitate'. After a while we just stopped entertaining their shit so they had two of their friends DM us as well, one of which sent us a link to clayparty (horrible fucking website, it steals your IP and sends it to a forum so people can send you nasty shit) while the other just called us a bunch of names. We muted both people who DMed us and reported their accounts. This person spent all of 2023 harassing and stalking us, sending more people after us to insult or make fun of us, threatening us in their discord status, or staring at us creepily around school. They got expelled from our school in the middle of the year (we had been reporting everything they did as they were genuinely becoming a threat to our safety) and changed to one further away from us. In September they reached out to our ps and began to try and harass them, our mother reached out to our ex-friend's guardian and reported their behaviour. Their response was to go onto Twitter and tell us to kill ourselves, they then screenshotted our ENTIRE Twitter account and called us a stalker because we blocked them ages ago. Yesterday they reached out again on a different alt (alt account 6) and sent us this whole paragraph about how they were 'so sorry' and 'they didn't want to be in our life anymore they just wanted to genuinely apologise' (they admitted in this message that none of the previous apologies were real), they also added 'I hope this doesn't lead to you reporting us'. They fucking WANT us to reach out so they can throw away the 'we don't want to be in your life' shit and act all buddy buddy with us again, we just know it. We don't know what to do anymore. If we report them then they get the attention they want but if they don't then they'll keep trying to reach out. They have our fucking address and they're becoming more and more dangerous. We're scared to leave the house, to be online on discord or to post anything on Twitter. We can't deal with this for another six months. -✨

If you are able to file for a restraining order, please do so. I know that it can be extremely difficult but if you've exhausted everything else you can do, please try and get some sort of authority involved.

Stalking is a serious crime and they can be punished for it. Especially with the threats made on top of that.

I don't know what all I can say, but please do everything you can to stay safe and away from that person and their group of friends.

It's better to be safe than sorry, always. Please stay safe.

#tw stalking #tw stalking mention #tw being stalked #tw threats of violence #tw violent threats #tw manipulative behavior #tw manipulation #tw gaslighting #tw lovebombing #tw guilt tripping #tw attempted IP grabbing #tw being told to commit suicide #tw sui mention #tw suicide mention #tw swearing #anti-endo-haven-vent #anti-endo-haven-vents #PLEASE be safe anon #✨

[most-tragic-character-tournament]

C!TOMMY PROPAGANDA

imagine being so deeply abused and secluded that bitches sleep walk into the ocean to try and drown themselves. c!tommy is bitches. he literally did that every day he was exiled. he was forced to blow up his items, his autonomy as a person by his abuser every single fucking day only for it to happen again. he was told by his abuser that it wasnt his time to die yet, only to be killed by said guy. WITH A FUCKING POTATO might i add, after being trapped in a prison cell with c!dream- imagine watching your idol blow up your best friend. imagine watching the country you built with your brother being blown up by said brother. imagine just wanting to be a kid and being loved, but the world simply said no and threw the shittiest life at you.

that's c!tommy

[Propaganda]

#propaganda #c!tommyinnit #tw abuse #tw manipulation #tw suicide attempt #tw murder

[worst-mother-throwdown]

BRACKET 1

Round 2

TW: manipulation, kidnapping, child abuse, attempted murder, sexual abuse, rape

The Other Mother propaganda

Cordelia propaganda

#worst mother throwdown #worst fictional mother throwdown #coraline #the other mother #diabolik lovers cordelia #diabolik lovers #tw child abuse #tw manipulation #tw kidnapping #tw attempted murder #tw sex abuse #tw rap3

[problematic-alters-unsilenced]

tw for being locked up, isolation for no reason, shitty ex of ours, dormancy/sui mentions

im the host and had the misfortune of one of my alters meeting this girl.

originally, i would be locked in my headspace room if the caretakers/protectors/headspace leaders didn’t deem me safe for myself.

it was always because i apparently threw a tantrum.

but it didnt happen much before we met this girl.

long story short, she was mainly using us to play whatever fantasies she had with two alters that were fictives from her favorite animes.

I have hundreds of alters at this point and she asks for and demands for only two at all times. the alter that met her and told her we were a sys is not one of them.

he really had feelings for her and it just feels like she used it to get him to convince me to not be with anyone else.

the story gets very complicated but basically i ended up wanting to be with someone else. and as the host, i feel like it was my choice. the body is mine, and i felt lots of love for this other person.

she didn’t like this person, they knew each other, and didn’t like that i wanted to be with someone else.

when i was ignored always?

anyways when i tried to be with this person, she didn’t like it. and the two alters she always talked to liked her too and basically always did what she wanted.

and because i wasnt doing what she wanted and was apparently acting like a child and throwing tantrums, i was put in my room for weeks.

whenever i did front, i would try to talk to her and only felt ignored. so i went back to talking to the person i did like.

eventually they got annoyed because apparently i wasnt learning my lesson and started being put in this empty room. completely bare, no decor no bed no nothing just empty and dark and alone.

i think i remember trying to die multiple times, hoping to stay dormant permanently and just not have to deal with any of it.

we arent with that person anymore, we have a partner system now (i think you can call it that?) and i have someone that tells me they care for me now

i just wanted to talk about this because its something thats been on my mind for a few days now and it’s been upsetting me.

it still happens occasionally now, but my alters reasoning now is that i get hysterical and wont calm down. empty rooms scare me though

- 💖

Not putting on anon cause i don’t care pft

that is absolutely horrible D: you deserve to be listened to and understood and respected just like anybody else. That is just.. horrible. I hope you're doing better now and that it gets better in the future <3

#anti endo #actually did #anti endogenic #did #did osdd #did system #dissociative identity disorder #hc did #osdd system #actually osdd #ramcoa #tw dormancy #tw isolation #Tw locking up #tw manipulation #tw sui talk #tw sui implied #tw sui attempt #Tw suicide #Tw suicide talk #Tw suicide attempt #Low spoons