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van1llam1lkk · 7 months

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Little Lamb

[ sfw | TW ; Size difference, Erisa isn't a human, Sexual undertones, Descriptions of Violence, Power Imbalance, Cult implications, Brief mention of terrorism, general Yandere content]

Double post today cause I forgot to post yesterday

Female Yandere x GN reader

If Erisa were to be honest, she didn’t have a clue what humans were on about. With their constant talk and inconsistent morals— They just seemed so strange and confusing.

And so it just frustrates her when she has to deal with one, maybe if she were in their shoes their attitude towards her would make more sense. As she gets the sense that maybe not everyone is used to seeing a 12' giant adorned with four arms.

But that reason did little to ease her annoyance, not only were you people inconsistent, annoying, and chatty. But you were so unreasonably easy to persuade. In most cases, she didn't even have to do much, as her 'lovely' followers would willingly commit terrorism without the promises of wealth, motivated purely by the want to be acknowledged by their goddess.

So when she first met you, all wide-eyed and nervous, unsure if you should be grateful to be in her presence or scared — Like the many followers before you. She expected to be anything but infatuated with you. Finding your discomfort around her cute in a strange sense, like a sweet, little lamb.

So when you tried applying your insignificant little Human values onto her, a being who had literally witnessed the American Revolution she couldn't help but snicker.

Really, it wasn’t her fault that she found such a small being like yourself absurdly cute. So fragile and tiny that it would take practically no effort for her to hold you down, despite your constant struggles and cries.

Of course, She'd never do anything against your will— unless she wanted to, But that's gotta count for something!

The urge within her was undeniable—a longing to cradle your fragile being against her cool, divine skin, sheltered beneath the folds of her Yukata, where none but her hands could touch you. And the fact that you were unaware of her thoughts, both violent and provocative ones and the great amount of effort she puts in so she doesn't act on them drove her crazy. She felt more like a dog in heat than a divine being when it came to you.

She tilts her head in response as you talked about your day, her attention being feigned as she wasn't paying attention to a single word you were saying. Your hands work behind your back to tie the apron neatly around your waist, You were making something — A tiramisu if she remembered correctly, she never understood why humans were so delicate that they needed a consistent supply food to survive.

When she first made an impression on your species it definitely confused her how often her followers needed to eat. Often complaining when there isn't enough food despite eating five hours ago.

As she watched you work, her eyes trailed down from your face to your hands. They were so fragile, so easily breakable. It would be so easy to snap your fingers one by one, to see the look on your face as your pain muddled in with your rising fear.

She wanted to savor every inch of you, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but a memory of what once was. She could practically taste your fear from that one possibility, your heart racing faster and faster with each passing moment as human instinct pushed you to try to fight for your life.

But as much as she wanted to indulge in her fantasies, Erisa knew that she couldn't. Not yet, at least. It's been awhile since someone as pretty as you came into her grasp and she didn't want to so carelessly throw it away. And so she continued to sit there on the plush floor mats, listening to your meaningless chatter and enjoying the way your body moved as you worked.

Eventually, you finished your task and turned to face her, a smile on your face. Erisa returned it, though her mind was elsewhere. Setting the plate down onto the tray and taking your seat next to her she watches you eat with mild interest, absentmindedly nodding her head and agreeing with everything you were saying as you chatted.

Her gaze occasionally dropping towards your lips, a habit of hers she'll never truly understand. She wasn't sure if her way of releasing these pent-up thoughts was just by being a degenerate. Acting so filthy like the damned humans she herself detested, but the imagery of having you sitting atop her thigh— Whispering sweet nothings against your ears as large hands hold your waist steady, wasn't something she entirely hated the idea of.

Stretching out her arms — careful to not hit your head, she stands up, her second pair of arms dusting off her robe as she announced she'd be leaving to deal with some business.

It was a blatant lie, but you didn't need to know that. And as much as she doesn't wanna leave you, seeing the hint of disappointment in your eyes whenever she leaves you makes up for it. Doe eyes staring up at her with brows slightly furrowed in frustration at her insistence to work —If only you knew it was just an excuse to get away from you before she did something stupid. but despite your frustration you still with that sweet tone of yours bid her farewell.

She swears your an angel sent from the heavens themselves. A blessing only meant to be received by her own four hands.

And to think that you were wholly hers— Truly a testament.

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unearthlore · 5 days

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"Chronicles"

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CW for the gray one: it addresses me and 'flips over' hopelessness as a comforting, validating concept

The Torlure journey

💡 Talking about this is comforting, empowering and a great educational record of my existence ⚠️

#dark content #dark thoughts #tw dark content #tw dark thoughts #death mention tw #death ment tw

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years

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I've been feeling a bit sad and angsty lately and it is also past midning, and so I got a glorious idea.

Tw// for blood and mentions of stabbing and also hints of bullying, s*icide/s*icide attempt (I'm putting it here to be safe than sorry)

(feel free to fully ignore and delete this ask, thank you!)

So, do you remember how Yuu is actually shown to be somewhat bullied by other students at nrc and how we (you op and a few other anons) have gotten the idea to make the bullying worse (aka the origin of how singer Yuu was created, basically how they were a faceless singer who then ran away from nrc to live their now idol life (I'm pretty sure that's how we also came up with the idea of a depressed/s*icidal Yuu)).

So!

What if Yuu had enough and one day during any class they'd excuse themselves 'to go to the bathroom'. (They went without Grimm btw)

The teacher allowed Yuu to do that and so they walked, but instead they walked to the mirror chamber, their steps a little wobbly from all the past beatings from the other students. Their expressuon was dull as they felt numb, walking to the mirror chamber (and maybe someone saw them and followed them, idk).

Once there, Yuu stood in the middle of the room and from one of their pockets (or anywhere on themselves where they could hide it) they took out a knife/dagger.

Yuu looked at it without any hint of expression as they raised it in the air, both hands gripping the handle tightly and with one quick swing, they stabbed themselves in the stomach, the knife deep inside their flesh as blood poured out. But they didn't stop there, instead, they made the stab wound even bigger, making the blood spill faster as they dropped the knife, slightly wobbling.

Soon enough, Yuu finally fell and hit the ground with a loud thud, blood everywhere as Yuu laid on the ground, their vision going dark.

Now, it is up to you if the prefect survives this or not (if they do then more suffering for them-), but anyways-

I've been thinking about this lately, maybe this will be a breaking point for everyone else or a sign that they fucked up or something?

Also, just already imagining the scandal that this would make for nrc, the school's reputation is now definitely ruined.

- Emiath

BARK BAKR BAKR

I have two ideas:

1. It is a huge wake up call for a lot of the villians as they are forced to realize not only just how shitty they are but they also have to realize just how reliant they were on Yuu to fix all of their problems. I think a lot of them would try to check on them, whether out of kindness or salvaging their reputation.

No matter what though, seeing the wounds Yuu inflicted on themselves really messes with everyone. Especially if they tell others to go away while they're in nurses office, blaming them for what they did.

2. Perhaps they die in the odd haunted Ramshackle. Perhaps they come back as a ghost... or are reanimated into something sinister cause of the blot they're infected with from their time there...

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s-acrificium · 4 months

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Verses! Dion

Dion gazed a the statue of the mighty dragon, the one he'd been told all his childhood he would be the weapon. The tool. The vessel of. Brown eyes so distant and tired he gazed at the dragon. Kneeling before the being, he bowed his head the drops of water from the sacred pool dripping.. "I am a tool of Bahamut" The deep, booming voice of the dragon king answered. "Yes.." Eyes lost. He was a Tool "I am going to do what you tell me in order to achieve your goals" Bahamut growled pleased, the sound of its bladed wings spreading rang in his ears. "Yes, and why shall you obey me?" Dion closed his eyes, picturing the boy he had met so long ago. The one sealed away in a crystal, in the heart of the Phoenix. "...because you will make it possible for me to meet that person." " Yes...Now accept my brand, and do my will Dion of the blood Lesage. Uphold the contract made."

Dion had lost the will to fight long ago, his father had beaten into him Screamed it. Hammered it. He was nothing but a tool for the war god. But Dion would do it all...because the one person he kept meeting in dreams, that smiled and made him happy. For that person...He would endure until his life was snuffed out. I'm nothing but a broken vessel of Bahamut, but after my focus is complete...Then I'll offer myself to him, that ghost I keep seeing, and surrender in his loving embrace

Fiction based on reality. This is the haunted, and darkened world of Verses XIII. Dion is Bahamut's plan B, and he will use him to push Noctis towards madness and darkness. Dion's family worshipped the war god, Bahamut and Sylvestre offered his first born to the dragon for power and influence. To make their name great. Dion grew up very sheltered, isolated, and now infected with scourge at the dragons insistence.

His brief moments of happiness happened when he met young Joshua, a boy his age who after disappearing visited him in dreams. Dreams being his one solace away from Sylvestre. The other source of happiness was a young boy named Terence, same age as he but when he started becoming too close Sylvestre sent the other boy away.

Alone. With only Bahamut whispering in his ear, and his sire telling him he must obey the dragon for it is his destiny to serve him. Dion is a broken man, who longs for warmth but never finds it. He must fulfill the mission given to him...

Kill the Insomnian crime lord, underworld king...Regis Lucis Caelum, and set Noctis on the path to accept the fate decreed by Bahamut...

only then can he die and finally...be set free.

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ravenzeppeli · 29 days

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Stained Red |Yandere DIO x Reader Dark Lemon|

Warning: strong/violent language, threats, extreme physical violence/abuse, noncon (forced, violent), dark themes, emotional abuse, verbal abuse. MA - read with caution.

As soon as your fiancé Dio Brando entered your room, you were met with a harsh slap, causing you to fall back on your bed. You could only assume that he was upset at you, his golden eyes holding pure anger as he stared down at you with disgust and rage.

"When I give you an order you fucking listen. I told you to not go outside and you snuck out when I was asleep and you disobeyed me completely," he spoke to you harshly. His undead bare chest heaved up and down, hands balling into fists as his blond locks stood wild and untamed. "How dare you. How fucking dare you!"

You tried to push yourself off of the bed, but you were greeted by his fist crashing into your left cheek, blood spraying out of your mouth as you fell to your right hand side on the mattress. "Y-you.." Tears of pain filled your eyes as blood leaked from your mouth. A deep purple bruise formed on your cheek, his punch almost breaking your jaw.

"Don't you dare fucking move! Stay on this bed and bleed out a little.. I promise you that you'll be in a lot more pain soon." He stood close to the bed now, knees pressing against the mattress as he watched you bleed onto the white sheets, staining them red.

You lifted a shaky hand, ripping the diamond engagement ring off of your finger. You threw it at his face, the ring bouncing off of his forehead before hitting the floor. "I.. I will not marry you!" You screamed at him, taking advantage of the shock on his face as you scooted away from him, making your way down the king-sized bed.

For the first time in your ten months of knowing Dio, this was the first time that you ever saw him shocked, frozen as he stared at you in utter disbelief. You felt his fingers wrap around your ankle, yanking you down the bed. "I'm going to hurt you.. I'm going to make you regret doing something so foolish! That was the worst thing that you've ever done."

You tried to kick him, but his reflexes were too powerful. He caught your other leg with ease, letting go of your other leg as you felt your dress rip off of your body. "No! No.. I don't want this! Get the fuck away from me!" You yelled at him, making him even angrier.

He flipped you over, forcing your back to arch as your underwear was ripped off and thrown to that side. "You're going to get punished like a whore.. you are not going to get any joy from this." Without warning you felt his hands spread apart your ass, his hard erection forcing its way into your tight asshole. "I wasn't going to punish you like this but you will not throw things at I, DIO!" He yelled at you, pushing fully inside of you as his hands smacked across your ass, leaving red handprints.

"A-ah!" You screamed out, hot tears spilling from your ass as he stretched your tight hole out forcefully. "P-please!" You screamed louder, sobbing weakly as he began to move in and out of you, a sharp pain behind every single thrust. Why was he doing this to you? Hurting you.. it wasn't love.

"Begging isn't going to make me stop or go easier on you.. that ring was expensive, and you throw it in my face?" He questioned, disbelief thick in his tone as he wrapped his hands around your waist, fingernails digging into your side as he moved at a rapid pace, ignoring your cries of pain. "I dare you to try and fight back.. you can even use your stand. I fucking dare you to try you bitch."

He was taunting you.. he knew damn well that you nor your stand could fight him off. Slap sounds filled the air as he slammed himself in and out of your tight hole - you didn't feel an ounce of pleasure. All you felt was pain and a deep heartbreak.. you thought that he was going to change.

Instead of fighting back like he dared you, you pressed your face into fur soft mattress, muffling your screams as you felt blood running down your legs as his nails cut into your flesh. His nails were as sharp as knives, drawing blood from you easily.

"Come on.. fight me you little bitch. I bet this is so painful and embarrassing but you're big and bad, right? Stop me," he taunted you even further, rolling his hips as he pressed your body fully onto the bed, removing his fingernails from your sides. "See? You'll never be able to fight me. From the moment I laid eyes on you.. I claimed you. You are my property."

"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry," you cried out, voice muffled. Pain shot through your body as he moved faster, each stroke more painful than the last. "I'm sorry.. I promise.. just please," you didn't even know what you were saying. You just wanted the pain to go away.. that's all you wanted.

"I promise that the next time you cross me, this will seem like child's play. Let this happen again and I'll beat you to a pulp and then fuck all three of your holes for hours. I'll tie you to the bed and torture you," his voice was low, warning as he gave you three more painful thrusts before cuming deep inside of your anus.

You felt something press into your anus, plugging up the tight hole and assuring that his cum wouldn't leak out of you. Your cheeks and ass held sore.. blood still pouring from your hips and staining your legs with deep red. You felt so disgusting and you were so embarrassed.. you were never going to forget this day. You fucking hated him.

"That was your last warning.. keep my cum inside of your ass for the rest of the night as a reminder. I'm going to go run you a bath because you're filthy but don't expect special treatment tonight. You don't deserve to be kissed or cuddled." He walked away, heading to the bathroom and leaving you a sobbing mess.

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

You sat in the bathtub, red staining the water as tears filled your eyes, rolling down your bruised cheeks. You disobeyed him again.. you upset him, and he attacked you. So easily did he hurt you, and you couldn't stand it anymore. So badly, did you now want to escape his evil grasp, knowing that despite how much you love him, he'll never change.

You felt his cold golden eyes peering at you as he sat across from you on the toilet seat. He didn't take his eyes off of you, and you wished that he did.. you wished that he would just leave you alone. Why you? Out of everyone that DIO has encountered, why did he pick you to be his? You now feel like the unluckiness woman in the entire universe.

"Why must you always upset me? Why do you always force me to hurt you?" His voice called out, tone filled with thick anger. "You have no choice in the matter of staying with me. You are my property, and you will marry me and spend eternity with me."

You brought your knees up to your chest, burying your face in your knees as sobs escaped your lips. These sobs weren't low. They were loud and pained as your body shook in the warm water. You couldn't contain yourself in this moment.. your tears couldn't be silent because you were truly hurt - you finally cracked. He finally broke you.. and it hurt so fucking bad because you thought that he changed.

You felt his cool hand appear on your back, and you flinched away, "Please don't.. please don't hurt me anymore! Please," you cried out, voice cracking at the end as you held yourself tighter. "Just.. kill me. Please k-kill me," you said in a shaky voice. Death was terrifying, but it would end the pain.. you wouldn't have to spend an eternity in fear.

His hand stayed frozen, an unsettling silence filling the air as you felt his eyes peering down at you. "Despite what you may think of me, I would never kill you, so don't you ever ask me to again," his voice dropped to a whisper, warning you. "If you act obedient that I wouldn't have to hurt you. You did this to yourself."

"You.. you beat me, and you force me.. you.. you," you shook your head, tears filling your cloud of vision. You couldn't do this.. arguing with him will make things worse, and having to say these painful truths aloud was breaking you into even more pieces.

"When you disobey me and disrespect me, then you will suffer the consequences. As your man, it is my right to be in control of you. The sooner you fully accept that, the less that I have to hurt you." Oddly enough, his voice was now soft and soothing. He was like a switch, switching from one emotion to the next when it came to you. It was terrifying. "If you want to go outside, then I will go with you when the sun sets."

The hot water was now turning warm. All of the blood was now clean off of your sore body, but you couldn't get up. You were in so much pain that you didn't want to move, knowing that moving would make things worse. "Okay," you whispered, just accepting your defeat. You had no more fight left in you.

You blinked, shock filling your eyes as you felt the bed beneath your nude body, water still dripping off of your body as you sat on the edge of the bed, soaking freshly changed sheets. You don't understand Dio's stand a single bit, but you knew that he could move you without you knowing.

He stood in front of you, soft white towel drying your body gently. He patted the towel on every inch of your body, ignoring the embarrassed blush that appeared on your lips as he dried your breast. "Don't make me hurt you as badly as I hurt you today ever again.. just listen to me to the best of your ability and communicate with me."

"I'm scared to talk to you," you said in a low tone, hanging your head in shame as he dry patted your back. Your fear of Dio was so strong sometimes that you're afraid that you'll die of fright. Do people die of fright?

"I'm not going to hit you if you ask me for something. As your future husband, I am your provider, and it is my job to provide for you," he said softly, towel dropping to your womanhood as he spread your legs, patting the area gently. He was being extra careful, not wanting to cause you anymore pain.

Did he not realize that you were never going to forgive him deep down? You felt deep resentment at even his soft touch, fighting the urge to flinch away from him. "Okay," you repeated, feeling as if that was now going to be your go-to word for now on. You didn't know what else to say, but you knew that you were ashamed that you couldn't just leave him and escape his abusive grasps.

"I love you. I truly do love you, and I want you by my side for eternity." He finished drying you, tossing the towel casually to the side as he slipped a silk red nightgown over your head. "Tell me that you love me back."

"I love you too," you said softly, gently pulling away from him as you crawled weakly into bed. You rested your head on the fluffy pillow, feeling much too weak to pull the covers over your body. Your eyes met his soft one.. the life in your eyes was gone, and you could tell that he could notice.

The silk sheets were pulled over your body. "I'll be back before the sun rises. Vanilla Ice is currently on high alert, so don't do anything foolish." His eyes lingered over yours, tall form towering over the best and casting his dark shadow over you. "See you soon.. I will miss you."

You blinked once, and he was gone.. his dark shadow that towered over you, vanishing with you. A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you slowly turned to your more comfortable side, a pained groan escaping your lips as pain shot through your entire body. You let your eyes close, welcoming sleep as swiftly as you could in hopes or waking up in less pain tomorrow. You hoped tomorrow would be a better day, but the hope that Dio Brando would turn into a good man completely left your mind.. you were never going to see him the same again.

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wa1tngtill1d13 · 1 year

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#tw depressing stuff #s3lfharmm #sh mention #kinda depressing #crazy #self h@rm #tw selfhate #dark thoughts #depressing life #i feel empty #crack wh0re #tw drvgs

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my-lovely-writing · 2 months

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Notes: Okay, wow, this is actually a pretty dark one for me. Please, please check the tw tags before clicking read more. But hey, at least it's not so long this time.

The villain stumbled into their office, dazedly, leaning against the wall with their hands pressed against their ears and jagged claw marks trailing crimson down their cheeks. They didn't shut the door. They were wheezing but they couldn't hear their own breaths, their mind a white cavern of nothingness for the awful, terrible voices to echo through, to rebound off of and carve through like an angry horde of gnats.

"My boyfriend hits me and I let him because I don't have the money to leave."

"If I knew I wouldn't get caught, I would hurt someone."

"I killed my dad once. He was old and suffering. The night terrors have never stopped."

"Staying alive is an act of self-sacrifice. I don't want it, not after everything."

"Someone once told me to—"

And then there were soft hands on Villain's wrists, pulling them away from their face. Hero. The villain let out a hiss, drowned out by the pure madness in their own mind, as their broken skin clung to where they kept digging in their nails in a desperate bid to somehow rip it out, to tear it away like what they done to the hero.

"Please," the villain begged. They didn't bother hiding what they felt. They licked their bloody lips. "Please, Hero, take it back."

As if their own stolen power was mocking them, Villain heard the hero's voice both inside their own head and from their mouth as they spoke:

"I only ever became a hero in the hopes that someone would take it from me, that someone would want to know things." The hero's smile had the nerve to be pitying. "All the secrets in the world are yours now." They left off the, "And you're theirs."

And then they turned and left.

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quackkaz · 10 months

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Remus : I think we should have glow stick juice injected in our bones when we're born, so if we break our bones, we get a fun little surprise!

Janus : What's the surprise?

Virgil : Blood poisoning.

#this could also work with patton as remus (but with innocence) roman as janus and logan as virgil tbh #i love them sm you don’t understand #incorrect quote #sanders sides #sanders sides incorrect quotes #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #remus being remus #the dark sides #tw : blood mention #tw : blood poisoning #tw : intrusive thoughts ig??

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troythecatfish · 8 months

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soldfor3000credits · 3 months

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every other day, the lyrics pop into my mind and repeat unendingly (and i love it)

"Mind and Heart, crying, dying, covered in our blood and sweat

Now we sit, intermit, flail and flit, chip and hack, bit by bit

This is it, this is it, this is it"

#chonny jash #it just sounds so satisfying #despite the lyrics being so dark #tw blood #just a mention but thought i would be careful #chonnys charming chaos compendium

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thevirgodoll · 1 year

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The Year of Metamorphosis

This will be an ode to the year I have had as we turn the page into the new year… in hopes that this will reach someone who needs it. After many transformations, I do resonate with the saying that “the tears you shed this year will water the seeds for next year.” There were many, many tears and cries for help.

From abuse, suicidal ideation and attempts, episodes, grief over friendships/relationships, chronic pain, and overall a mask to hide it all in order to be who I felt like I needed to be. In the end I learned from my therapist that I don’t have to carry these things on my own. I’ve always have been known to be the go to, the strong friend, and handle things on my own. But I refuse to be a martyr…to be everything for everyone all of the time.

I didn’t truly want to end my life; I just wanted some relief, some rest. But I must give myself permission to rest. Knowing I can rest comforts me. Knowing I can say no. Knowing I can be vulnerable without condemning what I truly feel inside. Everything truly is on my own terms and I didn’t realize it could be due to trauma. The weight on my chest has been lifted, and the dull ache is lessening day by day.

Somehow, someway by the grace of God…I am still here. There’s truly angels protecting me. And while I would not like to endure more trauma for the sake of ~character development~… there isn’t anything I’d take back.

I’m deciding for 2023 I’m going to live… and not endure. I choose to believe that life doesn’t have to be endured or be full of constant trials and tribulations. And knowing there’s a future, a year where I don’t have to experience this…is more than enough to keep me here.

xoxo,

thevirgodoll.

#grateful to all of you for making this a safe space #it is a silver lining in my many moments of darkness that somewhere there’s someone who likes my little ramblings #I hope this reaches someone #mental health #tw depressing thoughts #tw ideation #tw abuse mention #tw sui mention #tw sui attempt #❤️‍🩹

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years

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Tbh same-

But anyways, your take on either the depressed/su*cidal Yuu or the RSA Yuu, please?

Okie this got long lmao read the tags before engaging

For the suicidal Yuu, I genuinely think that at some point they try and end it. I'd imagine as they're planning it and taking a turn for the worst with self harm, Grim would notice.

He'd beg for others to try and 'figure out what's wrong with the henchman' hell, he'd even make a deal with AZUL to figure it out...

Maybe they get Jade to use "Shock The Heart" but it doesn't work in the way you'd expect.

"Really, Jade? You think that would work? After everything I've been through? Since you want the fucking truth I'll tell you" Yuu seemed enraged, manic even as they approached Jade with sluggish steps. "I despise you. I despise all of you. Do you know what I've been through? The constant starvation, the bullying, dealing with you all... I can't take it anymore, you're all using me for entertainment, you all treat me like a freak, especially you and your fucking gang, Jade." Yuu was near tears. "Get the hell away from me. Never fucking speak to me again, don't fucking approach me ever again unless it's a fucking apology or you genuinely want to be my fucking friend. Tell everyone else I despise them and to leave me alone."

Ofc I have a longer script in mind but I feel like this'll get too long. After that Yuu really needs to be stopped by everyone from "overblotting" or taking their own life, and even then it's not like its sunshine and rainbows after. Yuu despises everyone who just stood there or took part in it. They just want to go home

Rsa Yuu is similar.

I definitely feel like they'd snap and transfer over with almost no one knowing. If the Villans refuse to help them then surely the Heroes would right?? RSA Yuu is still not all that okay mentally, in fact the RSA staff is appalled and is actually think about reporting this.

They would genuinely help Yuu and focus on a way of getting them home. They'll even help to hide Yuu from any visitors from RSA.

I'd imagine if the Adeuce squad and Grim want to see you they would have to trick staff into thinking they were Royal Sword students. And the second Yuu sees them, they'd break down all over again

#twisted wonderland #yuu #twisted wonderland yuu #overblot yuu #suicide mention #suicidal thoughts tw #self harm tw #angst #dark content

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