#cw toxic behavior

[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere!ceo with villainess!reader scenario [part two]

warnings: implied infidelity, implication of obsessive thoughts or love, workplace toxicity, non consensual surveillance.

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Hey guys, and welcome to part two of my new original yandere oc x series, featuring the good-looking prick and CEO of his family's conglomerate, Yeo Jung-Hwa.

This is a collaboration between me and the incredibly talented @deathmetalunicorn1. Special thanks to @pinkgoldweebgirl for their honest feedback on the earlier drafts of this project and @impeakcharacterdesign for being my beta-reader for the final draft.

I definitely was not expecting such positive feedback on the first part in less than a week, so thank you all for reblogging, liking, and commenting your thoughts on it, they really made some of my more stressful days in the medical field a little brighter :)

Also, if the lofi vibes nor are the clothes written in here aren’t your thing, feel free to insert whatever is your preferred interior theme and fashion/clothing style.

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the drama being unfolded on the stage.

Part one

Yeo Jung-Hwa was unhappy with the series of events that had occurred at the office. Hyueng Mun-Hee had bursted into his office with tears streaming down her bright red face, sobbing about how she cannot stand being bullied by the team manager of her department any longer. Who was the team manager?

You. His fiancee. The woman he must marry. A promise between his father and yours that would be beneficial to everyone involved - everyone except him. Wasn’t he entitled to experience pure joy of being loved and in love? To be with someone who wasn’t tiresome and annoyed him all the time? 

Meeting Hyeung Mun-Hee had felt like seeking the sky for the first time. She was a breath of fresh air to his stifling world. Hearing your most recent act of cruelty towards her had been the final straw. And like any self-respecting CEO, he texted the CFO to look into it before all hell had broken loose. He was receiving emails from the managers of all the other departments left and right, all with the same attachment. Botched up documents. And the one who had sent it was none other than Hyeung Mun-Hee. 

But he didn’t believe it at first.

 He truly thought it was another underhanded trick you had created to get Hyeung Mun-Hee fired because that’s exactly the sort of person you are to him; a dishonest, greedy, arrogant woman whose saving grace as a human being is an excellent work ethic. Once he had calmed his darling, drying her tears with his handkerchief, he marched into the Finance Department and demanded answers from you as soon as he got off of the phone with his panicked CFO. Instead of apologizing for what you did, you explained how Hyeung Mun-Hee made mistakes and you gave her a chance to fix them, but she did not correct them. She completed the required training. She knows how to calculate and make spreadsheets, so why is she pushing her work onto others? 

More importantly, you fixed her mistakes and sent out the correct ones to the other departments. Everything has been resolved, but you wanted Hyeung Mun-Hee to attend the company’s financial seminars to ensure that this embarrassing incident does not happen again. As much as he despised you, every point you made was correct…especially after he retreated to his office and compared the budget allocations on his monitors; Hyeung Mun-Hee’s on the left and yours on the right. The numbers in his darling’s work were completely off, and they could have cost the company hundreds of thousands if the situation hadn’t been resolved. 

He was certain that it was sheer dumb luck. 

Just because you had prevented a major internal disaster from occurring doesn’t mean he would ever look at you as he looked at Hyeung Mun-Hee. In a cesspool filled with hypocrites and liars, his darling is a breath of fresh air. Pure, kind-hearted, committed. Loving. So many qualities you lacked. Yet is it all that it seems? He thought, sitting alone in his home office late at night. If Hyeung Mun-Hee made these mistakes, why didn’t she just admit it instead of coming to me? 

He wanted to believe she was telling the truth, yet the proof is right there on his computer. Like his predecessors, he needed to take on the responsibility of a leader and make sure that the conglomerate’s integrity remained intact. However, he also desired to shelter his darling from the world’s cruelty. Remove her from the department and secretly marry her so that they could be together at last. He is selfish, but he has the right to bask in his own happiness. Unlike some people.

Well, if he can’t outright get the truth from you…then he’ll just have to call in a favor from a certain someone in the underworld. The person in question could set up cameras in your bedroom by slipping in and out of your estate as a groundskeeper or pest control and no one would be the wiser. He could do it for a price and make sure that nothing could be traced back to him. The last thing Yeo Jung-Hwa wanted is to be arrested for illegally filming someone without their consent.

Not when this is an opportunity to sever ties with you completely, once and for all. 

Two days later, he received an email and an attachment. When he clicked on it, four camera angles appeared on his desktop. All of them were in your room. But is this really your room? He expected it to be clean with sleek, wooden floors covered by monochrome carpeting and a walk-in closet filled to the brim with extravagant clothes, shoes, purses that she wouldn’t wear twice in her life. The uninspiring minimalist bougie interior design that is being coveted amongst the upper classes. Your taste was much more comforting. It appeared cozy, with soft lighting and warm blankets. 

Strings of fairy lights strung up across the ceiling.  A full bookshelf was near the bed. The floor was decorated with knitted ottomans and candles.  You lit them all back up as soon as you returned from the company, much later in the evening and when he was in his home office, cradling a cup of black coffee. 

You disappeared into the back for a moment, returning in a two-piece fleece loungewear with mushrooms and plants on them. Something he had expected to see Hyeung Mun-Hee dressed in, but not you. Were you trying to copy his lover’s tastes so he would pay attention to you? How shameless!

When he flipped the audio on the cameras, he expected to hear snide remarks about Hyeung Mun-Hee or see you talking to someone on the phone about sabotaging the new project coming up soon so that you would take all the credit. Instead, you were…shopping on a furniture site?

“I don’t need another bookcase, or it’ll look too cluttered. I can’t get any more potted plants either. I’ve already done enough renovations here to make it cozy and relaxing. What about…a salt thingy? What’s it called?” You typed a few words in the search engine, [Eye Color] irises brightening in realization. “Oh right, Himalayan salt lamp! That’s not a terrible price for this one! And yarn. I need more yarn to complete that gift for Caretaker Lee’s birthday. Speaking of which, I could work on that tonight. Give my eyes a break from staring at screens all damned day.” You scooted over to the edge of the bed, pulling one drawer outward. You then reached inside, removing knitting needles, yarn and dark red clumps of something. You put on headphones and began to knit.  

You, the proud and arrogant Park Seo-yun, was knitting. 

You didn’t move from that spot at all, completely focused on your project when a knock came from the bedroom door. A fleeting, fearful look appeared on your face before you frantically shoved all of your materials back in the drawer, sputtering to wait one moment that you weren’t decent before putting on a bored expression, scrolling through your phone and reclining back like a lazy cat. You told them to come in, and an elderly woman in an apron walked in with a wooden tray filled with assorted foodstuff, carefully setting it down on one of the ottomans. 

“Thank you for preparing my midnight snack, Caretaker Lee. I’m sorry it’s been such an inconvenience while I’m reviewing these documents for tomorrow.” You said with a smile. Caretaker Lee shook her head, walking over to your bed. You scooted over so she wouldn’t fall over the edge (presumably, because this entire situation is bizarre to Yeo Jung-Hwa), and she sat down. She smiled down at you, stroking the top of your head.

“This humble one is honored to serve the Park family, especially the hard-working young miss. It cannot be easy, with the current circumstances. Young miss…please forgive me for speaking outright…but are you certain about going through with this engagement? It seems that you have never spent any time with him outside of working at his conglomerate, and any time he has is spent with someone else.”

Yeo Jung-Hwa expected you to hit her, to punish Caretaker Lee for speaking out of turn and to mind her own business. Instead, you stared at her for a long moment, wide-eyed and mouth  slightly parted…before your lips curled into a melancholy smile, eyes softening. 

“I thank you for your concern, Caretaker Lee. But this is an engagement between my father and the conglomerate’s predecessor. It’s not something that can be broken off so easily with benefits for both parties.” You said. “This is the price to be part of the elite. To sacrifice your happiness for the sake of business.” You then leaned forward, pulling Caretaker Lee into a hug. “It’ll be okay, really. I’m Park Seo-yun. I can take care of myself. And you should be in bed. You’ve got a long drive to see your grandchildren tomorrow morning. Enjoy the weekend, and I’ll see you on Monday.” 

“But-”

“I’ll bring the tray down the kitchen when I’m finished.”

“Miss-”

“Nope.” 

You then shooed her out of the room, telling Caretaker Lee to send your mother a text as soon as she got to her destination. The old woman smiled sheepishly, wishing you good night and asked you to not stay up too late. Once she was out of the room and the door was closed, you walked back to the bed, shoulders sagging and suddenly looking incredibly tired before you fell face first onto the blankets, legs dangling from the edge. You remained like that for a moment, then picked yourself up and curled up your lower body, grabbing one of the blankets and putting it over your legs. You retrieved your hidden supplies, resuming your knitting, taking five minute breaks in between to eat from the tray. Three more hours passed until you decided to call it a night, blowing out the candles and switching the fairy lights to a lower setting before disappearing into the bathroom. You came back out, grabbed the tray, and vanished. 

This isn’t real. It can’t be real. You are a haughty, greedy woman who could care less about commoners, much less servants. You love shopping at boutiques and only want the best of the best in anything. Even in an arranged marriage. He could never be happy with someone like you. 

But is all of that true? A nasty little voice in the back of Yeo Jung-Hwa’s mind hissed. Those were rumors created by other women who weren’t pleased that they weren’t good enough to marry you. Park Seo-yun is a stranger to you. You never bothered to know nor care to. Why would you when you have someone you love, Hyeung Mun-Hee?

He didn’t need to, and the fact that he wanted to know the truth about you of all people terrified him. He’s not supposed to care, not to be curious or even concerned about your well-being.  This was a strategic engagement, not one born out of mutual affection. He has a role to play in this world after all. 

Three weeks had passed since he had the cameras installed, and all Yeo Jung-Hwa had discovered or even learned is that you were a completely different person in your home than at the office. 

You work Monday through Fridays, always on time and never staying late unless it was necessary. You returned to your family estate late on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursdays because there was a spinning class at the company gym after your shift on those days. Friday evenings were spent in either your room, holed up and completely focused on knitting or doing something else that helped relax you. If you were staying up late, the servants would provide a midnight snack for you. The portions increased on the days you were at the gym, alluding that you possessed an enormous appetite due to a high metabolism instead of being a glutton as Hyeung Mun-Hee has told him time and time again.  You talked to yourself when you were alone, or at least your thoughts before making a decision on something. When he remotely hacked into your laptop to see if he could find any evidence of foul play there, he saw your browsing history contained only decoration aesthetics ideas, healthier snacks to eat at night, local beginner yoga instructors, and shopping at small businesses on Crafty plus one or two high-end boutiques for business casual outfits. Nothing incriminating on any level whatsoever. But he was not going to let you off of the hook that easily. 

At work he ignored you entirely, focusing his attention on Hyeung Mun-Hee and blocked your calls so that he didn’t have to talk to you outside of business hours. There was not a single text message or voicemail from you on his cellphone when he unblocked your number yesterday morning after coming into the office. Understandably frustrated and cranky from a lack of proper sleep, he decided to change the deadline for the quarterly income statements and the inspections of the company’s financial software, including reinforcing the firewalls and ensuring there was no fraudulent activity in the company’s transactions to Monday morning. 

With this amount of work, he was absolutely certain that it would be your slip-up. That you’d push your assigned tasks to Hyeung Mun-Hee so you could keep working on your knitting projects. Today is Saturday, and you left your house at seven o’clock to go to the office. You stayed awake until midnight typing away on your company laptop, looking over spreadsheets while talking to the head of IT on speaker, arranging a test run on the firewalls on Sunday evening. 

Instead of helping the team prepare for everything to be finished at the beginning of the week, Hyeung Mun-Hee was sitting across from him inside a coffee shop, beaming and utterly happy that they were finally out on a date after not being on one for so long, she was getting worried about him. Well…perhaps. Yeo Jung-Hwa glanced down at the shopping bags by their feet. They had gone to trendy high end streets and luxury department stores earlier this morning, with Hyeung Mun-Hee desiring…no, more like insisting that she had at least eight new work outfits so that she would represent his company properly as a team member of the Finance Department. 

If that’s true, then why are you here using my black card to shop instead of working at the office? He thought behind a smile as his supposed lover’s words went from one ear and out the other. If you were here with him, he’d probably have been more accepting of indulging in your vices and insisting on paying for everything instead of you, even when you were just as wealthy as he is. 

“I’m sure that you will find out why Park Seo-yun is acting so suspiciously!” Hyeung Mun-Hee said in a hushed voice. “I can’t believe you are even associated with such a vile person.She can’t get away with talking down to others like that! She may be rich, but she doesn’t know how to truly appreciate what she has right now!” She giggled. “It’s funny, isn’t it? She has everything, but she still clings to your engagement like a sad puppy! If she truly loves you, then she should have convinced her father to call everything off so that you can be happy. But the rich think differently I guess, right?” 

His smile tightened. “Perhaps.” He said, languidly sipping the java chip mocha frappuccino that she bought for him even though he preferred to have his coffee black with no sugar and he’s told her this little tidbit many times. “She is extravagant, but you also have luxurious taste, Hyeung Mun-Hee.” 

He watched her eyes widen in surprise and embarrassment, sputtering for a moment before she asked. “W-What are you saying, Yeo Jung-Hwa? You know me! If I had been given a choice to meet up, I would have chosen the downtown area so you could try the street vendors I’ve been talking about!”

And risk my health by getting food poison from reused cooking oil, poorly washed utensils, and ingesting noodles that are too greasy or salty? Absolutely not. He thought with slight irritation. 

“Maybe, but we both know that we must be discreet in our interactions, as I’ve told you before.That’s why I suggested we come here, but instead of sampling delicious foods at the restaurants I recommended, you wanted to come here instead after shopping.  If I remember correctly, your department is supposed to be presenting a big project on Monday. Why are you here, shopping to your hearts’ content instead of being at the office and helping out the team?”

“W-Why should I be there?” Hyeung Mun-Hee countered, bolting up from her seat as she stared at him in shock. “If I go there, Park Seo-yun will harass me! I can’t work in an environment like that! I did those seminars she  told me to do and passed the tests! Can’t I enjoy a day off?!” Fat tears began to build up behind her hazel eyes. “I’ve been working hard enough!”

But you are the one who is putting in the overtime needed to finish the job. You are leading the team to do what needs to be done. Hyeung Mun-Hee is just enjoying the perks of being by his side. Have you eaten lunch yet? Perhaps he can stop by somewhere that allows take-out and bring some to your office under the excuse that he needs to get some work done as well.  Dinner too, perhaps? 

“ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME, YEO JUNG-HWA?!”

He glared at her. “Sit down, Hyeung Mun-Hee.” He hissed, displeased that her shrill voice had attracted unwanted attention from customers who were either sitting at tables or waiting on orders to finish up at the pick-up area. “Finish your drink, and take a taxi back to the city, to your home.”

“It’s still early in the day, we haven’t been out in a while!”

“And I’m tired from the shopping. I don’t need to see what you bought because I already have seen them all at the shops.” He replied tersely. “I need to stop by the office and take care of a few things at the office before I need to go home.” 

Hyeung Mun-Hee’s face is a dark shade of purple. Consumed by anger, her mouth hung open, on the brink of another explosive tantrum, as the coffee shop door swung open, exposing its next patron. You.  

You stepped up to the pick-up area, looking at the various drinks with a pensive expression before waving down a barista. “Excuse me.” You said. “I’m here to pick up a mobile order for several drinks under Park. When will they be ready? I need to hurry back to the office with caffeine for my employees or things are going to get ugly.” The  handbag hung from your wrist as you fished out your phone, presumably showing the online order to the young man. He looked at you before smiling at you. 

“We’ll have it done in just a moment, ma’am.”

Is it wrong for Yeo Jung-Hwa to desire the bright smile you gave to that insignificant commoner when you did not know he was here with Hyeung Mun-Hee?

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Congratulations, Congratulations, Congratulations! 

Important things must be said three times.

The viewership score for Episode 52 has arrived!

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#forbidden-sunlight #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere #ns.fw #yandere manhwa x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere!ceo #cw obsessive behavior #tw obsessive behavior #cw noncon #tw noncon #cw cheating #tw cheating #cw work toxicity #tw work toxicity

[amostnobleyandere]

Yandere! Ragbros x GN Reader Imagine

CW/TW: YANDERE!!!! CONTENT!!!! If you are not 18 and/or comfortable with possessive behavior, implied kidnapping, toxic relationships, and everything else that comes with yandere content, do not read!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not responsible for what media you to choose to consume.

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I just love. the idea of ragbros being supportive and complacent towards the other’s yandere tendencies once one of them finds a darling. bc it’s like, you were already screwed when one of them fell for you, but now the other one is in on it. and they’re throwing you into your captor’s arms because they care more about their sibling’s happiness than your feelings and free will.

because ultimately, they’re brothers; their relationship is incredibly strained, yes, and they’re weird around each other, yes, and neither of them can communicate worth a shit but imagine

Kaeya, who after falling in love with you quickly gives into his overly possessive feelings with only the smallest shred of guilt. Fawning over you, while at the same time manipulating you into his arms. And Diluc hasn’t seen his brother like this in a while; vulnerable, and painfully happy. Happy in a way that makes his chest ache. This is the Kaeya he had missed ever since the day their father died, because something in you had brought him back from the fake persona he had crafted around himself. Diluc’s been hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia, becoming overpowered by the part of himself that never stopped caring about his brother.

On the other hand, from Kaeya’s pov when Diluc starts pining (stalking) for you from afar—he’s more curious than anything. His brother? Falling madly in love? Abandoning all his morals and logic for one person? He’s a little dumbfounded. He thinks about it. Considers the implications. and well. Diluc deserves it. He deserves something good. He’s lost so much, and he does so much for the city already. Shouldn’t Kaeya just help him have this one thing, that he wants more desperately than anything else in the world?

they know how fucked up it is and they don’t try to delude themselves into thinking that maybe they could help the situation; they’re completely aware of how unhinged and unethical the things they’re putting you through are.

If anything, the process of ruining your life probably fixes their relationship. or at least, it makes the rift between them a little smaller by revealing the soft spots they still have for each other after all those years.

and hey, if the other ends up falling for you too, that wouldn’t be too bad right? they might not be the greatest at sharing, but it’s a comfort knowing you’ll definitely never get away with both of them hovering over you and watching your every move.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #male yandere #yandere #yandere diluc #yandere kaeya #cw yandere #tw toxic behavior #tw yandere #yandere diluc ragnvindr #yandere Kaeya alberich #yandere diluc x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #romantic yandere #kaeya x reader #yandere genshin impact x gn reader #yandere genshin impact x gender neutral reader #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #cw possessiveness

[hanasnx]

Baby daddy! Anakin has a thing for stretch marks that you got due to pregnancy. He's a JERK who feels proud of having "permanently changed/marked your body".

he had a sick sense of pride when your tits grew too. like you’ve got that sag to em and that stretch. how your nips have been permanently altered to a downturn. he loves them, he loves your tits, those things fed his and your child. and fed him a bit too at some point—

but it also reminds him that he’s had that effect on you. like.. he can’t get over that. it gets him so intoxicated. the level of devotion you must’ve had to carry his child. is that not the pinnacle of dedication? he twists it to fit his delusions. you changed your body for him. it’s different than before, and you did it willingly. you can’t look at yourself and not think of him

#ch: baby daddy!anakin #tw toxic behavior #tw pregnancy #tw lactation #indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!! #anon #anakin #anakin skywalker imagine #cw breeding

[sky-pen]

There will be discourse under the tab if you wish to not read it.

These tweets have since been deleted. But this is the reason why women don't join any servers that is popular or male-dominated.

this is the bottom tweet translation. "She literally brought it out of the rp just to be sarcastic, trying to call Brazilians dumb as if we didn't know history. My blood boiled."

What is unfortunate is that this user retweets and gushes over q!Cellbit and q!Roier's marriage.

This is LITERALLY a Minecraft Roleplay Server that is supposed to bring people together. What Baghera was talking about was that her proposal for the presidency is that she creates a Council like Switzerland's Federal Council. Which is like the President's Cabinet for those in the USA. It had nothing to do with her mocking Brazilians or the injustice that Latinos receive. But when you roll with what you hear, of course, you twist words and take things out of context: AKA miscommunication. Baghera was just talking about her culture (Switzerland since she is not truly French) and how she could bring her culture into the QSMP via the QSMP elections and how she thinks that this portion of her culture is what the President of the QSMP should have. A shared power.

This is why the (trigger warning here) Dream SMP got so much hate: the constant misogyny, the twisting of words, and the fact that people could not distinguish between Roleplay and real life.

And another thing, BadBoyHalo was talking about was how the twisting of words and ideas is also another thing that people are doing. Bad had a conversation with Foolish a little bit ago and Bad have the idea of creating a "safe house" for the eggs. People believe that Bad talked to one more person about this, but I have no idea. One chatter said, "D: Forever stole your idea!" then Bad replied "Listen. Listen kid, chill." (2 hours and 32 minutes in his stream) Bad goes on to say that people can have the same ideas and get credit for it, but Forever was the one that created the NINHO and should get the most credit. But since that person only watches Bad then they automatically think that Forever stole Bad's idea.

If people watched more than one person's stream to see their personalities and how they act then you would see them as people and not characters that HAVE to be perfect in your mind. This is why fandoms get hate. This is also why Women don't flaunt their passions, interests, and culture to a crowd because they would probably receive the most hate than a man who does the exact same thing.

I'm happy that Quackity saw the discourse and decided to address it and talk with Baghera during this time. I hope Twitchcon is a safe place for Baghera and I hope she gets her well-deserved rest.

#i know that this was all over the place but #im sorry i had to rant a little #this is something that hurts me since i love everything about the QSMP and i adore every creator on the server #i'm very happy that we are seeing CCs call out this toxic behavior #it is stuff like this that makes fandoms look bad and continue to act bad #i hope CCs beside bad quackity and baghera talk more on this situation though #cw discourse #discourse #tw discourse #venting #tw vent #cw vent #qsmp #qsmp discourse

[thecruellestmonth]

Normal Batman fans: I don't want to engage with parts of canon in which my fave is an abusive asshole. I choose to engage with other stories instead, and I ignore stories that I dislike.

Nasty toxic Batman fans: Ooh, Bruce is being totally gross again, don't mind if I do~

Good Dad Bruce™ stans: Yes, I fully acknowledge that every single one of Bruce's kids is deeply—at times suicidally—traumatized by his parenting failures in canon, but he is NOT a bad parent! Bruce LOVES his family. Sometimes COMPLICATED PARENTS make their children feel WORTHLESS and ISOLATED, and then don't do anything to fix it! It's totally NATURAL, Bruce is just a COMPLICATED parent! He's COMPLICATED! Bruce LOVES his family. COMPLICATED, I say! NOT ABUSIVE! Would an abusive parent put a hand on his child's shoulder in a vague display of warmth once every few years??? Hm??? Yeah, I DIDN'T THINK SO, YOU STUPID ABUSE VICTIMS!! Bruce LOVES his family. He does nice things—why are you ignoring all the nice things that he's done? He is just an IMPERFECT person, he has made some teeny tiny mistakes repeatedly with 5+ separately acquired children over a twenty-year period. Bruce is just a regular IMPERFECT human being—which means that you critics are the UNREASONABLE MONSTERS imposing PERFECTIONIST standards on a poor innocent middle-aged baby adult man! Bruce LOVES his family. How could we expect exceptionally privileged hyperintelligent parents NOT to regularly use their position of power to make 4-6 children feel inadequate, unsafe, and alone?? What ridiculously high standards! Bruce LOVES his family.

#I hope you impressionable youngsters are learning the warning signs of abusive families and cults during your time in this fandom. #Bruce Wayne hate club #COMPLICATED PARENT BRUCE WAYNE #You know I personally like my own cobbled version of Bruce Wayne too. I like to ignore canon as I please. #But some of you stans work overtime to come up with the cruelest most hurtful insensitive and vomit-inducing IGNORANT opinions about abuse. #So eager to sanitize decades of a grown rich white male hero living his power fantasy on the backs of vulnerable and traumatized kids #--in your zeal to make sure that the world's most popular superhero doesn't suffer a whisper of criticism-- #you choose to echo the excuses given to powerful people who use their power to hurt and control smaller people. #'He is complicated—' His behavior is abusive. #'He didn't intend to—' He did something abusive. #'But he LOVES his family!' He is an abusive piece of shit and he needs to do better. #'Well he is just an imperfect human—' Nobody is asking him to be perfect. Not everyone perpetuates abuse and refuses to change. #'But you have to understand that he had a very terrible childhood.' Every single one of his kids has had an inarguably worse childhood. #'Hm. That version of Bruce really is an abusive asshole. My homebrew isn't and he wouldn't do that.' DING DING DING! WINNER WINNER! 🥳👑👑👑 #'Bruce is an abusive asshole. He is the perfect meow meow for my fiction about toxic families and dark themes.' YES. YOU WIN. 💗👏👏👏😘😘😘 #IMPERFECT PARENT BRUCE WAYNE #negativity #fandom discourse #anti Bruce Wayne #child abuse mention cw #The funny thing is that this blog discusses Jason Todd the most but I'd say he probably suffered the least abuse. #At least he's a villain. What is Bruce's excuse for the way he mistreats and neglects the others?

[jimposts]

I haven't spoken enough about Damon Gant so fuck it.

Tw/cw: Abuse , Possessive actions, toxic relationship

Imagine ballroom dancing with him. Keeping you so close, you can only see him. He won't let anyone else see you or let you see anyone else. You are his, his possession, his pretty toy. He's selfish, he knows that better than anyone.

As you dance together, you can feel his grip increasing on you. Whether he did it on purpose or not doesn't matter, it reassures him. The music flourishes as the two of you move together.

#f/o rants #jaxytxt #damon gant #cw abuse #cw possessiveness #cw toxic relationship #tw abuse #tw possessive behavior #tw possessiveness #tw toxic relationship

[mcthbitten]

' mmph ! ' vox kissing angel . . . omg

CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, HE REALLY DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT ANGEL DOES IN HIS FREE TIME. Sure, he checks up on him every so often (read: obsessively stalks through camera footage), but he's not some kind of pathetic low-life who spends half his time devoted to his work and the other half devoted to stalking some sinner whose soul he doesn't even own.

He is a pathetic low-life, actually, but that's beside the point. Nobody needs to know he keeps tabs on Angel's every move: that's none of their business. So Vox can't exactly say that he already knows exactly where Angel has been today, or that he could predict the complaints about what Valentino had scripted for him in last night's shoots. He knows. But Angel is sensitive, Vox thinks, so he'd freak if he admitted to his monitoring.

So rather than cause an argument, but also wanting to spare himself the annoyance of hearing Angel's day recounted to him in excruciatingly crude detail, Vox presses his lips to the other's, rough, warm, fans that had kicked into overdrive slowly calming as the action relieves some of his pent-up irritability.

"You're so cute when you complain." He coos condescendingly, patting Angel's cheek with the palm of his hand in a mockery of true affection. "I wonder how good you look when your mouth is occupied in other ways too."

#(( pov: worst guy in the world is obsessed with you but REFUSES to admit it. poor angel SHGJD )) #cw suggestive #( vv; starters. ) #( vv; & angel. ) #( v; spiderslvts. ) #( vv; figurehead. verse two. ) #tw stalking #tw unhealthy relationship #tw toxic relationship #tw obsessive behavior #tw obsession #( ask to tag. )

[smutwritersguidetotheuniverse]

i just wanna get over it, why can’t i just move on from any of it. im falling back into wanting to relapse into sh again and it’s getting kinda scary, i don’t want to go away, i don’t want to go to the hospital to stay clean i just want to be able to do it myself, im over a year and a half clean now and it’s still been hard, im so tired, why can’t i get them out of my head, any of them, they seem to latch on and never let go even when the person is long gone from my life and has been for a while, why can’t i stop thinking about it. i just want it all to stop for once

#tw depressing stuff #self h@rm #tw self destructive behavior #vent post #cw vent #childhood trama #tw trama #sh mention #tw self destruction #toxic friends #toxic people #no escape

[quinloki]

What makes a "good" Yandere ending?

I was thinking about it, and I realized it's wildly subjective, but hey, why not ask Tumblr?

Cause is the good ending that things resolve?

Or is the good ending that thing go deeply, terribly wrong?

It really depends on what you're in the mood for, honestly, but what's your favorite yandere style ending.

Also I wanna be clear: Yandere behavior is a fiction only vibe for me. I'm not endorsing, condoning or suggesting such behavior in reality land. Not even a little.

(Okay, caveat, if you're RP'ing consensually in like a kink session or whatever, cool. That's different <3 )

#yandere #fanfiction polls #tumblr poll #trope poll #cw mentions of death and physical violence #cw toxic behaviors #I do mean this in a sort of reader insert way #but however you prefer your yandere is fine too.

[willyoustilllovemeifimbroken]

Kyle usually fought back. He was a fighter. So why has he put up with this guy for so long. He's hit Kyle, broken furniture, threatened to kill him multiple times. And Kyle knew how to defend himself. But now he was being chased down the driveway by his current boyfriend who was weilding a knife after Kyle threatened to leave him. He ran right into a cop coming up the sidewalk from his car. Hysterical he begged and pleaded to be protected. "P-please!! Help me!! He's going to kill me!!"

@axxmused

#domestic abuse cw #mention of bodily harm #toxic behavior #axxmused

[forbidden-sunlight]

False Garden of Eden [yandere!various!csm x stoic!reader]

Credit goes to @hana-no-seiiki for inspiring and collaborating with me to write this piece that is based off their current CSM series Chainsaw and Happiness Pillbox [link to story is here!] and @lyomeii for proofreading/editing, especially with that one I was stuck on lol :)

The intention of this story is for entertainment purposes only, it is not my personal belief(s). The behavior exhibited here is inappropriate and unhealthy, hence it should not be encouraged.  There are also triggers, so please take caution. You are responsible for your Internet consumption!

Content and Trigger Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Strong Language, Gaslighting, Stalking, Toxic Relationships, Toxic Behavior.

Humanity disgusted you.

For all their philosophical talk on the importance of imperfections and cherishing all life around them, their greed knew no bounds. Even when they had a roof over their heads or a warm meal in their bellies or hadn’t had their lives cut short by disaster, they wanted more. More, more, more. You knew it was only a matter of time before their mistakes became their undoing….but why did your husband love these pitiful creatures like an owner fawning over their precious dog? It baffled you. But to her credit, Makima was quite good at that; a great manipulator who lured others into Public Safety when they were at their lowest, and those who defied her commands would be on their knees, begging for mercy. Just like what she had done to you all of those years ago.

The chains she had coiled around your body was a contract of fidelity; a marriage, a vow to love and protect each until ‘death do us part’. In her terms, ‘love’ meant being an obedient wife who should kiss or embrace their weary husband after a troublesome day at work, and vice versa. Obviously, Makima referred to herself as the husband. It was her right as the ancient, powerful Control Devil to protect the pitiful Dreaming Devil. This unfortunate person was you, of course.

Sighing, you hoisted yourself up from the ground with gloved hands on your knees, using one to wipe the sweat on your brow before glancing around the valley. This area had been protected for the last century from being demolished and turned into a condominium because it was within the jurisdiction of a shrine outside Tokyo. And for the last century, it has served as a secret place for you to escape the city and remove yourself from the mask of a devil hunter in the Intelligence sector.

To bask in the solitude of nature for a few glorious hours before returning to the home that you shared with Makima. The priest did not mind if you planted seeds for a small garden, so long as you did not do anything to anger the gods’ resting place. A small price to pay for a ‘contract’ that allowed you to have freedom. In the time you have found this place, the small garden became a chaotic, lush area. And you would not have it any other way…except perhaps not two crows that you knew were under Makima’s control.

It was her way of respecting your privacy with a little….surveillance. You repaid such kindness by flipping up your middle finger and blowing a raspberry.

Yet despite the feeling of tranquility that flows over your stressed body, to be able to inhale the air in your lungs and just breath from the leash she had around your collar you knew deep down that this is not true freedom. Aware and you wanted more than just a garden to be free. You wanted to leave Tokyo and never come back. To go to some hidden corner of the world where no one, not even Makima, would even dream to think you would go.

You frowned. Wonderful. Now you felt like a hypocrite because of your excessive greed for freedom. Because without this garden, you knew you would have gone insane much sooner than your current mindset, being slowly and meticulously chipped away by Makima’s machinations until her focus reverted to Denji.

The boy who was a shell to the Chainsaw Devil. Her idol, the Hero of Hell. He was everything to Makima….but to you, he was dangerous. As the Dreaming Devil, you were both a strong and weak devil. You thrived on the fear from the poor souls who were trapped in the illusion of their worst nightmares - a tactic that your husband has used on more than one occasion in an interrogation with a stubborn suspect - and yet with dreams themselves, pure and impure, they made you weak. Since Denji’s mindscape was full of these dreams, he was less than an ideal partner to be around when devil hunting. Especially since Makima had every intention of using you as an incentive for the kid and ensuring his absolute obedience towards Public Safety.

So why didn’t it bother you as much as you thought it should? Did it have something to do with the Chainsaw Devil himself? Or were you just being stupid?

More importantly, why the fuck did Makima have to bring him home, of all the dogs she could have possibly selected? She knows how dangerous the Chainsaw Devil is. If the ‘dog’ had been another Hayakawa Aki, then there wouldn’t have been too many issues.

Well-known asshole and a competent Public Safety official, at least Aki knew when to stand down, or at the very least be much more aware of the situation than Denji was.

You still did not understand why his face always turned red when he was within your vicinity. Humans had weaker immune systems than devils, so he could just be sickly from making too many contracts than the average hunter.

Still doesn’t explain why you would run into him even though you never tell anyone where you’d be in the city. Even Denji would just so happen to be nearby when he ran up to greet you like an enthusiastic mutt.

Shaking your head, you resumed your work in the garden. Once weeding had been finished and some of the bushes trimmed, the skies began to transmute into a dark blueish color, overriding the reddish-orange hues of the remaining daylight. Ah. You have been here too long. It was time to go. Back to the cage that was a ‘home’ to Makima and her dogs.

Fumbling around in your pants pocket, your deft fingers removed a glass vial filled with sand. Pulling up the cork, you shook out the sand and murmured under your breath, allowing it to engulf your body in a vortex and teleport you approximately half a block from the condominium.

It wasn’t hard to see why the Dreaming Devil was also known as the Sandman to the humans who feared them so.

Wiping off some of the dirt on your shoulders and pants, the Dreaming Devil who craved freedom was gone, and in its place was a stoic human who worked under the Public Safety’s Intelligence sector, [First Name] [Last Name].

When she got off of the elevator on the third floor, Makima smiled. Ah, her wife was finally home from gardening and had dinner almost ready. She hadn’t intended to stay at the office until late, but Denji needed an extra incentive. Or would it be considered a punishment to fondle his superior’s chest when it was obvious that he’s lusting after her spouse?

She blinked for a moment, then shook her head. Well, either way, he was motivated to kill the Gun Devil. Promising a puppy that he’d get anything he wanted in exchange for destroying an enemy was effective. She briskly walked down the carpeted hall and towards a door with 307 etched in golden lettering. With a quick turn of the key, she stepped into the hallway and was immediately bombarded by her precious pups.

Makima gave a short laugh, her grin widening as she gave each of them a good scratch behind the ears. “Yes, Custard, Papa is home. Were you good for Mother today? I hope you were too, Tiramisu, or no special treat for you tonight. The same goes for you, Strawberry! Don’t think Mother did not tell me about how you tried to chew up the television remote again! You know that isn’t a toy.”

Once all of her precious children were given affection, she walked into the kitchen and saw her sweet spouse standing in the kitchen cleaning the dirty dishes. Makima glanced over at the dining room table and saw that everything had just been plated. Miso soup, grilled fish with rice, and boiled veggies. A typical Japanese staple, minus the wine glasses filled with a visceral red she was all too familiar with.

Although devils did not need human food to sustain their appetite, Makima truly appreciated the time and effort her wife had put into planning the meals they shared. Especially acquiring blood without tipping off any of the other tenants. Yet what caught her attention was [First Name]’s shoulders. She was shivering. Did she forget to put on a sweater after taking a shower?

Goodness, she was a forgetful one, wasn’t she?

But that’s all right. This is why the Dreaming Devil had a reliable husband to look after her well-being.

“Is everything all right?” Makima asked as she approached [First Name] from behind, wrapping her hands around her spouse and resting her chin on the devil’s shoulders. “It isn’t very cold in the apartment? Did you spend too much time outside again?”

[First Name] did not answer. Instead she kept scrubbing dishes in the sink with a soapy sponge, hot water spewing from the faucet. Yellow orbs widened slightly as realization hit Makima.

Ah. Is she afraid that something bad happened at work earlier today and she’d be punished for it? Silly, silly spouse.

“If you’re waiting on something, don’t worry.” Makima felt [First Name]’s body quiver even more when she tightened her grip on her spouse’s middle. “I love you very much, [First Name], and would never allow anything or anyone to hurt you. No one will ever lay a finger on you but me.”

Denji...and Aki....they might look at her wife but they will never lay a hand on her. Although she has been a good girl and never interacted with anyone except for the cashiers at the grocery store they will never stop covering what they desire the person who is hers by divine right.

Taglist

@hana-no-seiiki

@lyomeii

#csm x reader #yandere various #csm makima #csm denji #csm aki #csm x y/n #csm x fem reader #x reader #chainsaw man #forbidden-sunlight #yandere x men #yandere manga #tw gaslighting #tw toxic relationship #tw obsessive behavior #tw toxic behavior #tw stalking #cw gaslighting #cw toxic relationship #cw stalking #cw obsessive behavior #ns.fw

[lukas-du-mortain]

W.I.P. Wednesday

Tagged by @serenpedac

Finally noticing how lethargic he is, Lukas slowly pulls himself upright along the wall. He feels his way to the tiny bathroom, where he proceeds to splash water on his face. Ice cold water grips and drags his mind back to its senses. Maybe he should go back? Guilt wrecks his body, because at the end of the day wasn't it his fault for leaving? Questions race through his mind. Uncertainty pushes through his body as he looks at his reflection in the mirror. Maybe if he went back and apologized for the screaming match, his life would go back to normal; right? Perhaps he could work hard and gain his reputation back, earn his credibility back. After all, it was his fault wasn't it?

What-ifs and hypothetical scenarios play in his head like a fast paced movie. One where the protagonist is faced with such uneasiness of their future survival. Lukas grips the cracked ivory porcelain sink in front of the mirror, his fingers wrapped around its edges so tightly his knuckles begin to blend in with the color of the sink. Nearly 10 years of his life has culminated to this moment, alone and broken and desperate in a broken down apartment. He has nothing left, nothing except what small belongings and clothes he could fit into two duffel bags. No car, no home. He has money but in Vancouver, $1000 in his savings won't last long. Should he go back, tail between his legs and beg for money?

No. He can't. It would just start the same vicious cycle all over again. Lukas would end up back here in the end. Bobby had taken everything from him. Lukas was left with the consequences of Bobby's actions, as usual, and it ruined him.

#det. lukas ári vanir #sgt. lukas vanir #twc detective #twc writing #twc fanfic #Lukas x m!Bobby #cw toxic relationship #cw leaving abuser #Lukas and Bobby have a uh. bad. relationship. #Bobby is a narcissist in my headcanon at least as close as I can get to a narcissist since I haven't truly been abused in this way #but I have suffered similar toxic behavior from people close to me #anyway Lukas finally had enough and when Bobby got home they argued. again. #they had been seriously dating for 10 years up til this point #this is 6 years pre wayhaven #they met in high school and we're high school sweethearts and the IT couple of their class #anyway seeing Bobby in book one is the first time Lukas sees or hears from him in 6 years after leaving #so imagine how that went 🫠🫠

[hanasnx]

random thought, but babydaddy anakin would feel SO insulted if reader got engaged/married to someone else first 💀

this was so fucking funny bcos you’re so right. he’d probably fuck you about it tbh. come to your place to pick a big fight so he gets you impassioned enough to fuck the shit out of you on the bed you and your fiancé have shared in the past

talk shit to you about how many times he’s asked for your hand, is there someone better for that role? point him in that direction he’ll show you why he’s superior. why you chose him to sire your child. here’s a hint, you were right the first time.

#ch: baby daddy!anakin #tw infidelity #tw toxic behavior #cw breeding #indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!! #anon #anakin #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin smut

[undermattsun]

on a scale of 1-10 how toxic is it of me to randomly pop back into this mans dms after months simply cus i’m bored,,,,

#oopsiesssss #ok to be fair #i did lowkey dip cus i was ✨goin thru it✨ #so like it can’t be thaaaat toxic #also he lives across the country and that’s a skip #he’s also a TW GAMER #flag on the play fr #hennyways i’m almost done w skate rat shoyoookk #lol shoyo !!!!! #kinda scared tho cus i haven’t written in so mf long so likeee #it might be uh trash or just completely diff from my past fics ya know??? #ok i’m done x #if u read this far along ily #– miki talks #tw vent #cw toxic #tw toxic behavior

[lollyny]

"Communication is important," you say while refusing to fix things.

"Someone's calling me, wait a sec," while you're yelling at me when i called you because you haven't been answering me because you dont see the point in texting.

"I like having discussions," but having one with me would just end in a fight, so what is the point really, right?

"I've got no time for you, im in a vc with friends right now," but with me, it would be useless because you have nothing to talk about with me.

"I've told my friends everything that is going on in my life" but refuse to talk to me even if it's about me.

"Talking to people is fun" when talking to me just bothers you like nothing else.

"Yeah, I've been texting her for a few weeks, but just because i wasn't sure about our relationship anymore, so i wanted to find out if you're still important to me by possibly hooking up with her," while I'm waiting for days to probably not even get an reply.

#mental health #writers on tumblr #trauma #writblr #mentally fucked #writing promts #depressing shit #i dont fucking know #cw vent #emotional abuse #toxic relationship #communication #toxic behavior #wtf is wrong with you #communication my ass #writing prompt

[little-witchys-garden]

Escaping my abuser

Tw: abuse

This person was vicious, ferally cruel, abusive in everyway and extremely manipulative.

I became friends with my abuser over a year ago, a mutual friend " abandoned" them and made them walk home in an ice storm and I felt bad and making the mistake of letting them into my house.. That's how our " friendship" started and it was just downhill from there..

Soon my abuser began showing me " group chats on discord" and other apps I didn't have of our mutual friend saying horrible things about me, of my mutual's friends saying horrible things about me very personal things that I was extremely insecure about. The mutual friend had been pulling away from me and I believed these texts since I trusted abuser and they had " so much evidence".

My abuser began telling me horrible things about our mutual friend mostly stuff about " things the mutual told her" which would leave me crying a lot. They'd only do it face to face though never over text now I realize it was because they wanted no evidence maybe that should have been my first clue it was all a lie..

My abuser would cry and sob how our mutual was only using their body, how they felt so violated and unsafe around the mutual then how they noticed the mutual looking at me, flirting with me and how they were deeply worried for me and my safety. They used my trauma from SA making me think I hadn't noticed any of it, making me scared of mutual and their manipulation worked....

They'd give me endless sob stories of their life leaving me crying, comforting them and letting them stay in my home but looking back all of those stories were most likely a lie since the time/dates of all those horrible events never lined up or would change, how everyone in their life who left them was either an abuser or a r-pist.. I feel it was all a lie for my sympathy and making manipulation easier..

They would sniffle about not having money or being hungry manipulating me and my family into buying them things, very expensive things.. They'd only take expensive things..

I was soon isolating myself from my friends, my followers, my family, I even stopped doing things I liked because if I wasn't at their call they'd make me feel horrible, like I was a bad person, a bad friend and abandoning/abusing them.

If I ever dared disagree with my abuser, they'd verbally and emotionally abused me for hours while using my mental health against me repeatedly asking if was having a tantrum { cause my autism }, if I was having a mental break down, if I was in a manic state and how I was " abusing and gas-lighting" for simply disagreeing or saying no. They'd send all my text messages to their other friends telling their friends that I was having a mental crisis, say I was abusing them and how I was bring unreasonable and I'd get random texts from strangers shaming me and telling me I need to

" handle my mental health instead of abusing abuser"

Again this would be all over me politely disagreeing with them or just simply saying NO and they'd escalate it until I told them I loved them and apologized for speaking in the first place...

I was questioning myself at every turn and my mental health was going down the drain.. they made me constantly feel stupid, that nobody would care for my thoughts and like I couldn't trust myself.

Our mutual " friend" wasn't that well for me either and made my self esteem go down but abuser kept making it worse, kept pushing me to cut her off, isolating me more and filling my ears and mind with horrible things that made me resent mutual, I wanted to confront mutual on everything and know if it was all true.

my abuser I think realized if I did that their lies and plan would fall apart so they burst into tears and told me that they wouldn't feel safe if I confronted mutual with everything they told me and showed me, they encouraged me in silently distancing myself for "their safety "and through tears I agreed. I thought about asking mutual's partner about it all since he was a pretty honest guy and I figured he'd know counting he was bad at lying so if know if he was lying yet again abuser saw this and turned on the tears and manipulation. Sniffling how mutual's partner best friends with one of their many r-pists, how unsafe they felt, how what if mutual's partner got mad and hurt them or got aggressive and pressured me into not asking the partner. Once me and mutual broke it off civally just like abuser wanted that's when abuser showed their true colors, They told mutual everything they said was what I said, they showed texts that I share with them on my feelings over the thing's they had told me, they showed texts that I never sent { fakes } and sent me hateful text standing up for mutual for sharing with mutual making themself look innocent.

Mutual had way more money then me, more money then my family and I think that was what abuser was after at the core of it all or maybe it was obsession.. But here's what I know for a fact and what abuser let slip.

They were just using me in making the mutual jealous and isolating the mutual since they didn't want us being close. Using my for a free place, using me for my money, using the kindness of my family, and over all just using me as a puppet, I was a puppet in their strange obsession with mutual or for mutual's money. It was like the fog was lifted and I saw everything for what it truly really was.

I was happy when the " friendship" ended since I saw abuser for who they truly were and didn't want that in my life. but abuser couldn't let that stand though and contacted me on different accounts harassing me and making me feel unsafe until I made it clear NEVER contact me again or I'd call the cops.

There's where everything is at for now..

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#abuse #abuse cw #abuse mention #abuse survivor #narcissistic abuse #recovery #toxic behavior #toxic relationship #toxic people