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cauliplea · 1 month

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YANDERE!RATIO HEADCANONS!

Authors Note: Starting this off with an apology because I have lost the request for this. (I'm not good with Tumblr.) I also apologize for being away for so long; I just didn't feel like writing. As the name suggests, this is all the headcanons me and my beta reader (Dandelion) have come up with. Please enjoy.

I do love yandere stuff; however, the anon requested Angst headcanons, but I'm not sure how to make this angsty since they're headcanons, so here are some general headcanons:

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☆ At first he'd be confused about his feelings; the man knows the textbook definition of love, not the actual emotion, especially not when it's the unhealthy kind.

☆ After the initial shock, the next stage is denial. No matter how much he tries to reject his feelings, he can't help the way his eyes follow you every time and how his thoughts are filled with you.

☆ his obsession would start off small, just watching your every move and keeping mental notes of your schedule, but soon the mental thoughts manifested themselves into an actual book only for his eyes to see.

☆ He finds it cute but also so frustrating how oblivious you are to his advances; he could gauge out his heart and hand it to you, yet you'd still look at him in a dumbfounded way.

☆ This man is obsessed with knowledge; he knows you better than you know yourself. your friends? He has already researched all of them and made sure they wouldn't get in his way. You have to go somewhere? He's already following you from behind and making sure you don't get into any accidents.

☆ However, if you did get in an accident, he's the type of person to scold you while bandaging your wounds. Outside, his brows might be furrowed and his voice might be sharp, but inside, his heart is racing at the opportunity of feeling your skin.

☆ He is very possessive; he doesn't like people touching his belongings, and that includes you. literally. If anyone ever tried taking you away from him, he would immediately get them in trouble. He won't do it directly; oh no, he can't risk his reputation like that. The man might be head over heels for you, but he still cares about his image.

☆ He wouldn't kill or injure people.

Unless it's absolutely necessary, it's a waste of time, and he doesn't want to dirty his hands. The method he uses to get them out of the picture is to get them expelled or suspended. (Bad comparison, I know, but it's like the expelling method in yandere simulator.) The teachers trust him, so they take his words as fact.

☆ if that doesn't work, he'd dig up dirt on the person and badmouth them until you subconsciously start avoiding them, or belittle the person to the point of insecurity until they leave you alone. cruel, I know, but that's how yanderes are.

☆ if he had to result in violence, then he wouldn't have to do much; just one hit with his book is enough to knock a man down. With his knowledge of science, he wouldn't leave any evidence behind either.

☆ he'd insult your intelligence in classes and then propose the idea of letting him tutor you, begging himself in his head that you'd agree. And in those said tutoring lessons, you can practically count how many times he "accidentally" touched your hand while correcting your mistakes.

☆ he'd love taking photos of you; the book he had of you would contain a lot of them, but he doesn't stop at photos, he'd make an entire statue of you to admire it.

☆ personal opinion, but I think this many would be into body worship; he recognizes beauty, and he'd be on his knees for you, but he also wants the same treatment for himself.

☆ the way he'd confess would be perfect— too perfect, actually. He has done so much research that he knows exactly how you'd want to get asked out and where. He'd play out your fantasies as if it were a stage play to make sure you'd fall in love with him even if you weren't earlier.

☆ His obsession wouldn't waver at all when you two got into a relationship— quite the opposite. He loves the idea that he could now take photos of you freely and admire your actual body rather than a mere stone replacement of you.

☆ his jealousy would worsen too, but he would never dare to hurt you in any way; he'd rather bang his head against the wall repeatedly than lay a hand on you. He rather takes his jealousy out in more tame ways, like wrapping his arm around your waist or standing ominously behind you and glaring at the person, even though he hates PDA.

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Author's note (again): I feel like I might turn this into a series. I do deeply apologize if this wasn't what you wanted, Anon. Please feel free to submit again. <3

P.S: Is it obvious in starting to get rid of doing the whole "eye-pleasing aesthetic" thing?

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Cauliplea On Ao3.

#honkai star rail x you #hsr x you #hsr dr ratio #hsr x reader #hsr #dr. ratio x you #honkai star rail smut #dr ratio #cross posted on ao3 #not beta read #they died

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pagan-mushroom · 10 months

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So the sub imploded. Instant death. Even James Cameron said it most likely imploded. Yeah, five people died.

The media keeps saying how "extremely wealthy" or "billionaire" died. Just a reminder that they were rich.

The media doesn't talk about how for about 13 hours, The Greek coastguard stood and watched a ship in distress as 700 people on a ship were sinking into the water.

Yeah there is a little snippet, but that is it.

"Tributes are paid to the family of a wealthy.."

OH FUCK OFF

Tributes should be paid to the over 100 dead and 500 people still missing at sea. Where was their rescue mission? Where was the coast guard when they were screaming, crying, praying and drowning?

For context, 700 people is about the same number that the Carpathia rescued from the Titanic. She nearly destroyed her damn engines and raced through an ice field to get to her sister to try and save as many as they could.

Did anyone do the same for the 700 people on board the ship in Greek waters? No, they watched the ship for 13 hours as it sunk and lives were lost.

Oh, and incase you're wondering, the US coastguard still says they might try and recover the bodies. WHAT FUCKING BODIES?

They imploded, they were turned into instant fish food. Leave them down there and maybe focus on then 500 missing people stil lost at sea?

#save the refugees first #fuck the billionaires #they died #they died instantly #rescue missions are still going on #leave them down there #let the titanic have it #save drowning people first #fuck greece #fuck the greek coastguard #greece is to blame #greece stood there and watched them drown

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daisha-mochizuki · 23 days

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How could have Dick been so stupid?

He had never worked up the courage to tell Wally how he really felt, keeping him at a friend’s distance, and now that Wally had gotten together with Artemis, all of the hope he had been carrying was immediately thrown out the window.

Bruce was right.

Bruce had always told him that love was stupid; was pointless; was a distraction.

And now here he was: staring down at the orange poppy petals and blood he had just coughed up into his hands with a small sigh.

Served him right he supposed. With his best friend, no less. Dick sighed, flipping up his trash can lid and flicking the petals off of his hands before washing the blood off.

He grumbled to himself. “Of course the guy who calls me a manwhore is the person I fall for…”

Stupidity was what had gotten him into this situation, and stupidity would be his downfall. And yet he had also managed to fall for a stupid, stupid person who would never realize how much Dick was hurting, but he would never tell him.

Never in a million years.

He would continue with his friendship until his day came, up until his very last breath, until his lungs were filled with his speedster’s favorite flowers. He would make sure his only regret would be never telling Wally his feelings…

And then his gaze fell to one of his many notepads…

A soft, breathy laugh escaped Dick’s lips as the stupidest idea flooded his mind’s eye. He pulled out his chair, sat at his desk, and wrote out a long, heartfelt note to the person his heart, his entire being, belonged to, even if the boy he loved didn’t know it.

Dick kept his secret as long as he could, trying to calm any qualms his family had about why he wasn’t going on patrol anymore.

Alfred, of course, had been the first to know, since he cleaned all of the rooms. He was there to pat Dick’s back, to soothe the boy as he choked up the slowly-growing-in-size flowers blooming in his lungs, and shoving down his fears and worries and anxieties for the boy.

Jason had nearly punched a wall when he found Dick covered with blood and flower petals. He caught Dick right as he stumbled, the effort of coughing up the flowers making him dizzy. Jason had pushed past Alfred to get into Dick’s room (which wasn’t all that hard, given that Alfred had been half-heartedly guarding it per Dick’s request. Alfred had wanted the rest of the family to know; he didn’t want Dick to die without his family knowing the reason), and they both had gone into the room.

“Dammit!”

Jason hissed out, clinging to his older brother like a lifeline as he tried his gentlest to wipe away the blood and flowers from Dick’s mouth and chin. Alfred just watched in the background, leaning against the doorframe, all with a heavy heart.

Tim, despite himself, was the one who ended up finding out third. He had started following Dick whenever the older boy ran off, only to be left with the bloodied poppies that he would find in a trash can or strewn around the trash. A few hours of research later about the flowers and what they could mean, a panicked Tim ran through the house, trying to find Dick or one of the other family members as fast as he could.

Other siblings were told when found and joined in the search. An hour or so later, he was found in Jason’s room, curled up against Jason as Jason softly read a book out loud. All the siblings piled onto the bed, sobbing to each other.

Bruce was the last one to find out. All of the siblings stood around Dick as Dick and Bruce stared each other down.

When Dick finally broke the silence between them and spilled what was happening as well as the fact that he probably only had about one and a half weeks left, Bruce did a very un-Bruce-like thing. He got up and hugged Dick, nearly in tears as he squeezed his first everything in his arms.

First kid, first Robin, first sidekick.

First to truly die.

For the rest of Dick’s time, the family spent as much time with him as possible. They still had to go out on patrol, of course, to keep the illusion that nothing was happening, so they started scheduling times so people could alternate and switch up so they could all spend time with Dick.

Bruce might’ve been right when he had said that love was stupid; was pointless; was a distraction.

But, damn it, it was the best distraction Dick could ever ask for.

Jason had been the one home when it happened.

He heard Dick’s raspy breathing and his wheezing and Jason went running. His book was strewn on the floor, the boy nearly slipping as he rushed to find Dick.

Almost fully grown poppy plants were thrown around Dick. He was on his hands and knees, blood trickling down his mouth as he tried to cough. Jason fell down next to him, and he grabbed the older boy into his arms, trying to soothe him by rubbing his back.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay, you can do this, breathe.”

“Jay…” Dick started, tugging slightly at Jason’s sleeve, “It… it was Wally.”

Jason looked down, confused slightly. “What was Wally?”

“These flowers,” Dick murmured, coughing hard. He could feel the flowers crawling up his throat, and he was slowly starting to panic. “There’s a note on my desk for him. Please, Jay.”

Jason froze.

Dick hadn’t told anyone who he had fallen for, and now here he was, talking fast in an attempt to get everything out before he couldn’t.

“Dammit, dammit, please, Dick!” Jason pulled Dick closer, trying to pat Dick’s back to soothe him. “C’mon, no, not yet…”

Dick curled up against Jason and was wheezing as he tried coughing up the fully formed orange poppy plants. Tears dripped down his face, his cerulean eyes bloodshot as he sobbed and coughed.

The only thing Jason could do was hold his brother, bringing him comfort, and watch as he died in his arms.

A final, pitiful wheeze brought tears to Jason’s eyes. The poppy plant poked out of Dick’s mouth ever so slightly, the roots finally overtaking Dick’s lungs and finally - and painfully - suffocating Dick to death.

Jason let out a choked noise, his shoulders trembling as his anger and sadness and grief welled up inside of him.

His brother was gone, and it was because of Wally.

“DAMMIT!!”

Wally would be gifted an envelope, a few weeks later after it had been written, at a small funeral for the Boy Wonder.

A very pissed-off Jason had been the one to drop off the letter, practically shoving it at Wally before storming out of the building where the funeral had been held. Despite Wally’s shock at the rougher display from the second-oldest-now-oldest Wayne kid, curiosity overtook the redhead as he noticed the softly drawn poppy flowers on the orange envelope, and he opened it up as well as slipped the note out. His green eyes scanned over the page, widening both from the blood and petals that covered the note and the inside of the thick envelope, but also from the words themselves:

Thursday, February 1st

Dear Wally, Happy Valentine’s Day. With the way these flowers are growing, I’d say I have about two weeks left at the very least, and I need to get this out now before I no longer have the chance. I love you, West, you naive speedster. I’ve loved you with all of my heart, and I have for all these years. For as long as I’ve been harboring these feelings, I had hoped they would dissipate. Alas, I see now that those feelings have brought around the end for me, and yet I don’t regret it. I’ve loved you, even if in secret, and damn it, loving you was the greatest thing I could ever do. I got to be the shoulder you cried on; the hand that you held through your darkest times; the annoying sun that reflected into your eyes off of your side mirrors. You were my world, Wally, and you’ll never truly comprehend how much you meant to me. Especially now, considering, well, I’ll probably (definitely) be dead when you read this. I’ll reiterate this again, since it probably wouldn’t have gone through your thick skull the first time around: I love you, Wally Rudolph West

(P. S. your red hair still matches his nose, by the way).

Wally couldn’t help but giggle a little at the little end message, but the small laughter quickly broke down into sobs, Wally hiccuping as he cried and sank down to the floor. His shoulders shook uncontrollably as he wailed in the grief that came crashing down on him.

His best friend, his best friend, had secretly fallen for him all these years, and had never felt safe enough to tell him until after he was dead. He cried alone in his corner for a while, being unbothered as mostly everyone else was crying or stuck in their own little worlds of grief, until he started coughing.

He coughed into his fist, wheezing slightly from all his tears, when he felt something fall into his fingers. His eyes shot open, and his fist uncurled, his fingers sticky with his blood. He gasped, and he nearly cried out.

Deep, cerulean blue aster petals were sitting ever so innocently in the palm of his hand.

Love was stupid, Wally told himself, quoting the words Dick had once told him. But he was a very very stupid man.

And stupid he would be, all the way up until his final breath.

“I’m feelin’ the aster, Rob,” Wally murmured aloud to himself, tears slipping down his face as he laughed hoarsely.

“Feelin’ the aster…”

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termagax · 2 months

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killed them

#they died #🐟

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harlymph · 10 months

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weirdo!

#don't starve #dst #wx 78 #grimace shake #they died

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luyo-mi · 2 months

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there's this one acc on tumblr ik that does proxy servicr group orders for the scents

but also will day, the shipping is expensive bc it contains something similar to ethanol and if you're not living in japan... it's like a ~100$ shipping fee (200,000 yen i think)

but anyways, i looked up what Leona smells like and the translations say: Rosemary, Warm neroli(a sort of citrus-y scent that's also a bit bitter?), Musk(doesn't clarify what kind of musk), and Sandalwood (doesn't clarify what kind of Sandalwood either)

^got this from the official aniplex jp website

do with this info as you will :3

- Leona simp anon 🦁

This isn’t fair I wanna smell Leona’s musky scent

#I’m in desperate need of help #rosemary actually smells really nice #I grew some for a contest once #they died #it was very tragic #they were so young and so beautiful and they were like my children aughh 😭#ok enough of my rosemary #this is horrible I only got 9 dollars in the bank #leona simp anon 🦁

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limethechef · 26 days

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Me after finding out what happens when you pit Strahd against a level 2 party

#no seriously #it won’t be that bad #limethechef #d&d 5e #strahd von zarovich #nah id win #uh oh gamers #they died #who could have seen this coming #certainly not me #the difficulty says fun!#:)))

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calcitebunny · 11 months

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Now I can’t stop thinking about it…

But hey, guess who else died because of a massive energy orb inside them! 😀 lmao

#lmk #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lmk season 4 #lmk special #lmk azure lion #lmk spoilers #hsr #honkai star rail #star rail #hsr cocolia #they died #never trust an orb

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lanaevyssmoved · 7 months

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btw that skull post is ai generated not artwork

i killed it and the creator. thank you

#fray.txt #ask #Anonymous #they died

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msboutofcontext · 1 year

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#magic school bus #out of context #ms frizzle #phoebe #ralphie #isn't this heavenly #they died #rip #the final field trip #how it should have ended #water #water cycle #condensation #clouds #Wet All Over

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anonbinaryweirdo · 6 months

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did I scare yui off with their own memory

#they DIED #I KILLED THEM

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dragoncarrion · 1 year

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Where's everyone

#shortext #dashboard more empty than expected and the gc is dead as well #they died

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thekenobee · 1 year

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Tw: book junkie

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seldomscilence16 · 6 months

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When I first entered the Voltron Fandom, Lance had blue eyes. It was a truth throughout all the fics I read. Coming to tumblr @autisticlancemcclain introduced me to a whole new world, where brown eyed Lance was fighting to be the norm. I hadnt questioned it before, a scottish/questionable origin of a last name and the blue theme had me easily convinced.

But with this whole new world I fell into a wonderful exploration of the love of brown and dark eyes. But my original love of Blue was so ingrained that I found myself simply combining them. My rant thing below, not very long, but my addition to the eye color thing. Cause I love both and think they can co-exist, at the very least in my head :]

Lances birth was scary. The doctors had been sure he wouldnt make it, and while his mother put on a brave face, she could feel it too. She prayed to whoever would listen.

The Blue lion, hidden on Earth for such a long time, on reserve power and far too far from a balmera crystal to be fully powered, feels the beginning of a new dawn. She knows shes not supposed to, but this is for the future- and more importantly her beautiful Paladin.

Lance is born with one Bright Blue Eye, and one Lucious Earthy Brown Eye. Lance- once old enough- buys contacts in both colors, switching every few days to confuse people. When asked he gives the most confused look he can manage, looking at whomever asked like they'd grown a second head, its his longest running joke. Students at the Garison have a running pool on which color is true.

Years later, when the Earth is invaded and lost ones return, the people see him again. When in space, one can imagine the difficulty of finding contacts- and the lack of importance of such a thing- so here comes Lance in his heterochromatic glory.

Except this is not the Lance with watery blue eyes or cocoa brown ones either. His Blue eye is like ice, an otherworldly color, a viel, and his Brown eye is deeper than any mudden brown one could dig up from this Earth. But Lance isnt the only one with new eyes.

Beside him, the Hero, the Legend, Shirogane Takashi. People who know his posters like the back of their hands, or had watched him florish in the program, stare in awe as once sun warmed dirt, has turned into a void not unlike those in space. Deep and tired, ageless and old, but oh so kind, a tint of michieviousness remains.

But they do not stop there, these are not the eyes of those they had lost, but ones who had to find themselves over and over again. On rainy days and nights, a blue eye ripples like a clear puddle. A black eye flashes bright and in time with every stroke of lightning. It is otherworldly. It is not of Earth. It speaks of volumes they will never hold.

Because one does not leave this plane and return the same.

#voltron legendary defender #eyes #Shiro #Lance #heterocromia lance #heterochromia #metaphors #similies #idk #they died #and came back #:)#so kinda angst?

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