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sourlove · 12 days

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YANDERE KING 👑 (GN READER)

TW: OBSESSION, YANDERE THEMES, INSANITY

a/n: thanks for all the notes everyone! i'll try to write and post more!

Yandere! King who was a good and benevolent ruler and loved by all who encountered him. From his good looks, to his amazing battle prowess, to his diplomatic skills, there was nothing he lacked or wanted for. Instead of squandering the kingdom's resources like his predecessors, he expanded the kingdom and improved the lives of his people.

Yandere! King who journeyed up the Black Mountain by himself to slay the dragon that had been tormenting the kingdom for years! Unfortunately, that came with a severe consequence.

Yandere! King who was cursed with the dragon's dying breath to never know peace until he learns to love. No one knew about that last part but the King and the dragon. They wouldn't understand it. Only an ancient and wise being would be able to look into the noble King and see a cold, empty heart.

Yandere! King who was tormented by whispers and screams only he could hear, corners haunted with bloodied corpses only he could see and nightmares that left him screaming and clawing at his own body.

Yandere! King who was tormented more by the fact that as the curse ate away more and more at his sanity, the chances of him learning to love (what a cruel word that had become) became slimmer and slimmer.

Yandere! King who didn't believe in love. He had married a princess and sired children with her simply because he had to. That's what kings did. She was a good choice: docile, pretty enough to fuck, and smart enough to know when to keep her mouth shut. But the curse had made being around anyone, especially her and her brats, unbearable. Love? What a foolish notion. He would rather die a mad man than let himself be swayed by something so flimsy, so weak.

Yandere! King who wished in the dead of night for something or someone to save him. He didn't want to live like this. He didn't want to die like this. Disembodied voices chased sleep away and the once proud King wept in misery.

Yandere! King who stumbled into you by chance. It was a regular day for you as you went about your business, travelling on the road to sell herbs and potions when you were knocked down by the kings carriage as he passed by. You kicked up a fight with the guards, lashing out at their brusque handling and one of them made a crude comment about you. In your blind rage, you fished a potion from your satchel and threw it.

Yandere! King who came out to see what the commotion was and was suddenly struck with a dark, viscous liquid that clouded his vision and made him stumble back. You were immediately forced to your knees as you stared at the King himself wiped your potion from his face. Your life was definitely over now, you thought miserably.

Yandere! King who finally turned to see his attacker and halted to a stop once your eyes connected.

Yandere! King who looked around frantically, checking and listening for anything, anything, while everyone else watched him with confusion and worry. Had the King finally succumbed to his curse? Or had you worsened it?

Yandere! King who turned to you, shaking and whispered ,"You've cured me. Y-you- the voices- the voices are gone...they're all gone!" He refused to let you leave. He snarled at his guards to release you and begged you to enter his carriage and go to the palace with him.

Yandere! King who announced that his savior had lifted his curse. The people cheered as he dragged escorted you to stand next to him, where his queen should have stood, and kissed you on both cheeks. "From now on, I will dedicate my life to repaying my debt to you."

Yandere! King who threw a feast in celebration and forced you to dance with him all night. He praised your talents and beauty to all who would listen, never giving you the opportunity to slip away from his iron grasp.

Yandere! King who pleaded with you to stay. When you adamantly refused, he stopped pleading and ordered you as your King.

Yandere! King who soon realized that the curse slowly creeped back to him after he was gone from your presence for a few minutes. Instead of filling him with sorrow, the King could only smile widely. Now you had to be with him, to sleep next to him, to stay with him, to love him, until you drew your last breath.

Yandere! King who appointed you as his new concubine. The queen was outraged but he paid her no mind. She was lucky he didn't divorce her, for political reasons, and her opinion never mattered to begin with.

Yandere! King who would burn down the entire kingdom to hunt you down if you escaped from him. So be good and don't kick up a fuss, alright? All you have to do is be a good pet and stay next to him, living luxuriously with the world at your feet.

You're his savior after all.

READ PART 2 HERE

#obsessive yandere #yandere #obsessive love #writers on tumblr #lovesick #fantasy creatures #fantasy #royalty #monarchy #romance #dark romance #love story #romantasy #unhealthy love #love #lovers

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dearest-painter · 10 months

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No she’s MY DAUGHTER! PT.1

Summary: Y/N Drew is the adopted daughter of Jessica drew as a 6 soccer year old girl. What she doesn’t know is that she looks a bit to familiar to her mom’s boss, in his eyes she’s the reincarnation of his dead daughter. When Y/N and her friends have to help an anomaly stay alive it reveals that more people want her as family.

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is basically Gabriella O’Hara aka Miguel’s dead daughter but you can change your looks just some things will look like Gabriella,Reader is a soccer player which is based off of my experience,Reader is 6 years old so no romance bc duh,very out of character characters,this is a series,Her mama brought her to a chase,Reader is BFFS with Pavitr,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

PT.2 PT.3

You and your mama just arrived at her work, your dad couldn’t watch you as usual as he had to go into the office this time so you just went with her. You’ve only been here a few times as she tries to keep you out of this stuff, you were wearing your soccer uniform as you just finished a soccer game. “Mama can I get something to eat, I’m hungry” “Of course sweetie, let’s go to the cafeteria so you can eat plus mama is hungry herself” you giggled and nodded. You were so excited for a new sibling! You knew they’d need LOTS of attention and help so your parents would be busy but that’s fine! Your more then willing to share the love your parents give you!

You were skipping as you were happy to see your best friend soon! You two got there and got some food. “Gracias!” “Your welcome little one, on the house Jessica” “You sure?” “Mhm, your pregnant and also little one seemed extra hungry” Jessica nodded her head as you two ate then threw away your trash. She kept holding your hand the whole time as she wants to be sure your safe, you didn’t know where your mama’s motorcycle was but you knew it was somewhere.

“Mama is gonna go do some work so you stay here, okay baby?” “Okay mama! Be safe!” She kissed your forehead then went to works as you sat down and started to draw in your coloring book. You didn’t know where you were which worried your anxiety but you were calming down as you were coloring….staring..someone was staring at you..you weren’t insane and knew it so immediately you got up and looked around just to see if you could see ANYTHING that would show the thing watching you.

Miguel was looking at you surprised…his daughter is alive? Lyla saw you were getting nervous and started breathing heavy as you were scared so she appeared on your watch. “Hi there!” “AHH!” You jumped and fell as you stared at the holographic women…you blinked a bit before responding. “H-hello?” “Hi there! I’m Lyla, your Y/N drew aka Jessica Drew’s adopted daughter” you nodded your head slowly confused why this random lady knows about you. Lyla saw the worried looked on your face which she didn’t like as she was program to also care for Gabriella and you look exactly like her. “I’m an AI, I was made to do and learn about anything in any universe. I know about your family and history as a quick scan then I know everything. I know that isn’t comforting but that’s the truth”

You nodded your head feeling a bit more comfortable..sorta but you kept feeling eyes on you. Miguel was still in disbelief seeing a girl look similar to his daughter, is this the universe saying that his daughter still needs him? Recantation..that what must’ve happened, you were his daughter just in a different form! Yes that’s the answer! He just wishes he found you before Jessica did. “I-is there someone else here? I don’t like the feeling of being watched” “Just Miguel, he’s just a grumpy workaholic man. He isn’t much talkative so how about I talk to you while you color?” You felt a bit calmer knowing you weren’t going insane so you nodded your head and got back on the chair as you went back to coloring as Lyla talked…you wanted your mama and dad really bad.

#No she’s my daughter series #yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #female reader #fem reader #yandere x female reader #no romance #platonic relationships only #part 1 of many #yandere spider man across the spider verse #yandere spiderverse #Gabriella!Reader

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aromantic-diaries · 7 months

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You know. I'm personally not that annoyed with allo people who are obsessed with romance. Yeah, romance is an emotional need for the majority of people but not me and that's okay

#aro #aromantic #arospec #i really don't mind being the odd one out #there is a point where the obsession becomes unhealthy #but yeah the vast majority of people do want romance. that's none of my business

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thewayuarent · 7 months

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Clothes in Only Friends

And how it let us know everything we need about Ray’s choice

God, do I love costume department working on Only Friends. There is so, so many fun and interesting things to notice - “talking” t-shirts (especially Boston’s), and Sand with yellow, and how TopMew started as “striped” couple - but one is vertical and the other is horizontal (is it about them being misreading each other? or is it about them crossing each other’s lives? idk), how Boeing appeared and we immediately see TopMew vibes all over him. How we can easily indicate each character individual style.

But my favorite thing is how the series uses style shifting to show what’s going on with characters without telling it out loud.

We have Nick, who was so obsessed in his jealousy, that he started to copy man he knew Boston was interested in. We see him coming back in terms with Boston, but we also see him learning to accept himself again - the way his style got back to his usual one, with green and blue colors and more boyish vibes. He’s not the same, because his experience changed him, but he is who he is, not a shadow of someone else.

We have Mew, who adapted Ray’s style and behavior because he was hurt, and he chooses to numb his pain, and he gets to the only person he thinks can help him with that. He’s coming back to his senses by the end of episode nine, but he’s still very Ray-coded, because he still didn’t figure out who he is or what he wants and he’s in the middle of his journey (I’m so waiting to see how it will turn out).

And we have Ray, and his example is so fascinating. Because if you look at Ray’s choices of clothing in episodes 8 and 9, you can actually predict everything happens. (I will exclude scenes from university cause, well, uniform)

His style screams Sand most part of the time, but it’s absolutely not about him wanting to adapt Sand’s life or look. It’s about him choosing Sand since the very beginning of his and Mew situationship. Because while Ray needs his time to realize everything about him and Mew and him and Sand, we know he already subconsciously made his choice. As well as we know Ray and Mew will never work out way before they are ready to admit it.

The talk. There a lot of things were said out loud for the first time in this scene that are every important. But this is also about what was shown to us - that the first time we see Ray and Mew as a “couple” is also the first time Ray chooses to wear something Sand-coded. Specifically something very similar to what Sand picked for him.

And there is something about Ray saying “I’m so happy when I’m with you” (can he hear himself? no, but really, it’s been two weeks and I’m still like, bro, for real?) while he stays here, wearing this shirt that looks like the one he wears at the night they were happy, and the night their relationship was damaged hard.

The bookshop. Here we see Ray way closer to his usual style, but not exactly. Ray is always extravagant, and attention grabbing, and using patterns, and lip gloss, and he is just that kind of person. But here he’s quiet. And monochrome. No make up, not patterns, no usual brightness. Mew looks more like Ray than Ray himself.

And this is indicating why their relationship with Mew is wrong - Ray is not fully himself, he adapts in a way Mew never asked him, actually, but he knows makes his presence more tolerable. He seems like himself, sure, but he doesn’t feels like himself.

The party. I made a post about is already - it’s just great example of Mew and Ray thinking they are on the same page while they are actually not even from the same book.

It’s all about toxicity, and pain, and dragging each other down instead of helping each other to stand.

The fight. This is my absolute favorite one. Because this whole conversation - absolutely unhealthy and terrible it is - is actually both of them realizing they will never work out.

And they try so, so hard. And I believe it’s really frustrating for both of them to accept they failed. And of course instead of talking it out they blames each other, and hurt each other. And of course they will manage thing well later - but this is their breaking point, right here.

And of course Ray, who is attentive enough to recognize Mew’s feelings for Top has no fucking idea about him spending this whole time with Sand written all over him. While Yo knows, and Mew knows, and everyone including my grandma knows - he himself is just not ready to allow himself to admit it.

The river. So, this scene, as well as next one, Ray wears not just Sand-coded clothes, but actual Sand’s clothes. But there is a difference.

Because this is the scene where Ray finally admits his feelings - but he’s able to do it only after Sand admits his. Because Ray is incredibly insecure, and incredibly drowned in self-hatred, because Ray always reaches towards people who give him attention and love. Because he can’t allow himself to go for such risk without assurance.

And he’s sitting here with Sand, and Sand is in bright blue color, while Ray is in his t-shirt, but dark, and black, and with “You Only Live Once” and he’s admitting - to Sand and himself - his feelings, but he doesn’t admit to himself that he’s already made his choice until the very next scene.

The choice. And they are sitting again, and that’s only two of them again, and Ray wears Sand’s t-shirt again, and this is very different.

Because this is not just occasional t-shirt. This is the one we saw Sand wears. This is the one that was on him the very same day Ray made an attempt to move on from Mew. The very same day Ray said “I want to know you better”, the very same day he invited himself in Sand’s life. The day they were probably very happy, even if way far from well communicated, the day that could become an indication of something new for them.

And he wears this t-shirt when he says something cheesy about “I will handle everything while I have you” and “Let me be the part of your dream” - the very same dream Sand told him about the very same day.

And it’s just painfully obvious that there is nothing about Mew on the picture anymore. Sand told him “I won’t wait for you” and Ray was like “You don’t need to, I’m already here”. Oh they’ll fuck it up so hard, won’t they?

The comeback. And like that, Ray’s style is back. Because Ray’s clothes don’t tell us story about trying to be someone else, but a story about wanting someone else.

And when he and Mew have this beautiful adult healthy conversation that I love the most we know that Ray is already accepted his choice - the one that Yo knows, and Mew knows, and everyone in this world actually kind of knows. And this is how we know that this painful arc of Ray and Mew being toxic disaster is finally over even before they say anything out loud. Just because Ray wears his style again.

#ofts #only friends the series #only friends #only friends meta #sandray #raymew #what can I say. I’m a sucker for style and unhealthy romance #does it guarantee happy ending? noooo #does it mean their relationship is healthy? noooooo #but yeah

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saremina · 4 months

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ngl I really like the idea of ascended Astarion saying 'I love you' and it always sounds like he doesn't quite mean it. but not because he doesn't love his consort, he does, it's just that he considers love to be too small a word to describe the depth of his emotion so saying this thing he knows his consort wants to hear (because it's everyone's favorite) feels like a lie. like he's diminishing the importance of them, somehow.

but you're supposed to tell your partner you love them, and those are the only words he has, so he uses them because how is he supposed to say love pales in comparison to what he feels? he tries to show the true depth of his feelings in other ways, of course, with actions and protection and gifts, but he can never figure out how to express it with words because he doesn't think there are words that accurately cover how he feels.

because how is he, after 200 years of being a vampire and suddenly having the width and depth of mortal emotion and experience thrust upon him, supposed to adequately express something like love and not have it feel like it's too little? everyone is saying 'I love you' to someone, surely they can't all be feeling it the same depth and passion he is, after all. so he thinks love is too small a word, but he says it anyways because it's all he has.

#also he's still a vampire so he obviously skews to the unhealthy obsession side of love a little bit #as a treat #it's still a dark romance after all (to me at least let me have this pls)#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #ascended astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x dark urge

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seraphimaa · 1 month

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Imagine Haarlep developing a fascination with you

Haarlep x Fem!Reader/Tav

Warnings: NSFW, questionably requited love, unhealthy relationships, dubious consent

(Something about an incubus’ inherent nature to corrupt and destroy sings to my wretched little soul lol. Written very sleep deprived so please be kind)

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- It should have been so easy. Oh, how you shook as you’d clumsily fumbled out of your clothes, eyes refusing to meet his. He was starving, like an animal fed only scraps, and you were so giving and generous. A real little hero.

- The way his eyes crossed and his breathing stuttered as you rocked your hips to meet his, riding hard and desperate against him - desperate to make him feel good and take everything he gave you. You were so hot and wet and clenched around him like a vice, breathing the most filthy things into his ear with your sweet little voice. “Mmmh Haarlep, fuck! I just want to make you feel good. Please use me. Are you going to cum for me? I want you to cum inside then fuck it into me pleeeaase.”

- Seeing the proud and confident hero of so vulnerable underneath him. Watching her shame and reluctance vanish every time he sank into her, his tip kissing her cervix. She was so lonely and cock touch starved. He’d enjoyed every second of reducing her to nothing more than a panting, whimpering mess. She was a debased and rotten animal caught in his jaws and it set the chiming bells of chaos and corruption ringing sweetly in his little demonic head.

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- If he was starving, then you had spread your legs for him and let him feast. You’d been such a good girl, and he actually found himself glad when you’d caught onto his poorly disguised bid for your soul. Your submission would be slow and agonising. Delicious. What had solidified the flame of depraved obsession innocent fascination, however, was when instead asking for the password, you’d curled around the covers and bit your lip, mouth curling up in a devilish little grin. “Is Raphael good in bed?”

He’d laughed. Oh, he liked this one. You’d seemed genuinely sad when he’d said no.

“That’s a shame.” You’d leaned over to whisper in his ear. “If I was Raphael, I would give you everything you ever asked for.”

Your tongue flicked out to catch his lobe before your head traveled down and he purred in pure contentment as lips wrapped around him. Such a good girl.

- Haarlep acted like he was doing something very honourable by letting you leave alive and (mostly) unharmed (you really should hurry back and give him a reward, little mouse. You will won’t you? You’ll present yourself raw and needy for him again, yes?). He liked having a fun, dirty little secret. Raphael might be his master but when the master was away, he could not be blamed for finding something to play with.

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- When Haarlep found himself alone, he’d sometimes take your form. Sometimes he would just study your devilish little face in the mirror. Watch it twist and contort. Under the innocent mask, he had found a hungry little beast slumbering in you and you wore it so prettily. He’d try on pretty dresses. Put on makeup. Brush your pretty hair. It was like you were built for his gaze and enjoyment - moulded to be the temple that he both prayed at and burned down in fits of religious ecstasy. Of course, he was also enthusiastic about exploring you to the fullest. So fun to play with. So many times they’d spent hours teasing both of you, bringing you to the edge and holding you there until your mind screamed across the void to them, begging for him to “stop stop stop.”

- He very much valued these intimate moments together. He wasn’t selfish and the others liked you too. Oh, and how he just knew you secretly enjoyed them too. It wasn’t unusual for the fiend to prowl around the dark endless hallways and rooms. Most of the souls dared only to spare glances as Haarlep displayed you out to everyone, just like a benevolent hero would. Lewd squelches and pants softly singing down lonely halls, Bent double on table, holding your ass high and swaying it in predatory invitation, draped across chaise lounges, legs falling to a wide spread any time a soul become brave enough to wander too close. “Come closer. You can play with me. I just love doing things for other people. I’ll do whatever you ask and make you feel so good. I’ve never met anyone I couldn’t help” Haarlep liked playing the benevolent hero. True to your character, many people he made this promise to found themselves in far worse condition by the time he was done ‘helping’. Oops. He agrees, being a hero is hard.

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- You find yourself going out less. You’d humiliated yourself too many times. Drinking with your friends, shopping in the streets, bent double in secluded alleyways as that dreamy murmur would pull your subconscious to his and it would all begin again. Sometimes it would start with touches and that unwanted spark would tear to life in your core. The touches were clear enough to know what was happening. The brush of a palm over your peaks, a finger tracing over the curve of your lips, pulling them apart to reveal your clenching hole to them. Licking, sucking, pinching, slapping, chocking. Feeling your cunt spread to accommodate someone new as they push inside of ‘you’. It all had a funny way of feeling all far too much and simultaneously never enough. It left a gnawing emptiness that your own hands could not fill. You’d fall into bed at the end of the day, and it would ache. Touched by everyone but having no one. You lived a cycle of being used and degraded and there was nobody by your side to hold you close after, give you praise. You felt like your soul was screaming for something so far away.

- It never stopped. He was just so hungry and you could deny him nothing. When your eyes would close, desperate for the temporary escape of sleep, he would come to you even then. Your eyes would open, far too soon after they shut and your limbs would feel like the weight of the world. Frozen in place as you see his form like a whisper in the dark corners. You’d feel him come to you, slithering on top and sinking deep into your core. “Good little mouse. You’ve been so lonely. So sad. I’ll make it go away. I will be all you need.” In the small hours he’d come and steal limb and breath from you like this. He was so so heavy on top of you and it felt like he’d filled your lungs with himself, every breath he afforded you a gift. “I will be the only thing that makes you feel alive ever again.”

You’d wake up so tired.

- Your friends would notice the change but nobody would know what was happening. You were tired and angry all the time. Like a ghost, sleepwalking amongst the living. When Astarion tried to hug you one night, desperate to spark that hint of hope and passion back into your eyes, you’d looked like you were in agony. Like he’d hurt you. “No.” You’d told him. “I’m fine. I guess I just feel a bit empty right now. This too shall will pass, I’m sure.” They felt like they were losing you. You were sinking fast, but they were too busy trying to stay afloat to dive under for you.

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- Pleasure is different now. It’s like you’re incapable of creating your own any more. You only feel good, feel anything at all, when he lets you. The God of your little universe. You don’t know whether he is trying to be kind or cruel but the outcome is the same and you doubt he has ever once considered you at all. You felt more like a means to an end. A lamb in perpetual slaughter to feed the king. Reliving its devouring forevermore.

- Deep down, he recognised that you had awoken something within him. Slumbering urges and instincts from the sludge of his being. For so long he had lived in a dull haze within the boudoir, his fiendish nature reduced to nothing more than a pragmatic chore he performed when instructed to. You reminded him how delicious mortal longing, and dependence and desire tasted on his tongue. You’d let him bask in sweet melody of corruption and destruction. Your sad, lonely little husk was living proof of his power. You reminded him that this was what he was made for. He would come up from air and hear his little morsel whisper “I don’t feel anything anymore. I look around me and all there is, is you.” And he’d lick up every drop of your agony. You were his feast and the heights of sorrow and rapture he danced you through only made the flavours all the richer.

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In short:

I feel like if Haarlep took a ‘liking’ to someone it would be likely to look like either:

1. him drinking all the hedonistic pleasure you have to offer out of you like a juice box then chucking you behind him as he goes about his Haarlep activites™️. His enjoyment of you only spans as wide as what you have to offer him because it is simply his nature. He liked you, that’s for sure, but in the same way cats like goring mice and leaving them forgotten when the funs over.

2. Him working you into his little masterpiece. He needs you to know, and need, and love nothing but him. I feel like Haarlep views it as a loving kindness to rip everything from you and leave you an empty shell, filled with a loneliness and sadness that he has complete control over. Only he has the power to it go away and you depend on him fully to cum, breath, feel. Just like you breathed life into him, he will be the one that breaths it into you. It doesn’t matter if you love or hate him because he has made you need him so deeply that he will never be hungry again.

A/N: I’m guinuinely surprised if you’ve made it to the end of my word vomit (and first ever fanfiction content!) I could have tortured myself over this a lot more before posting it but who cares when shitting in the wind, right? Lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. I welcome feedback/discussion/requests. Also, any advice about font/colours is welcomed too. I’m dyslexic and made as easy to read for myself as I could but let me know if it’s torturing your eyes.

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ridreamir · 1 year

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I just want to live out a fantasy of attending the academy alongside everyone tbh so whatever headcanons you have I'd be down for 👍

It seems you've been carving a place out for yourself at Mesagoza's highly esteemed Academy, haven't you?

[Spoiler Warning! Post Operation Starfall and Path of Legends] [Romance/Pining + Possible touch of Polyamory] [Slight Content Warning! Obsessive and unhealthy behaviors]

I went a little overboard with the pairings, very indulgent. You're popular, you know?

Your life at the academy has been a somewhat quiet one, despite the small interpersonal issues that you seem to keep finding yourself in. It hadn't been the worst, however, attending classes at your leisure and having a space of your own. The academy lived up to its reputation, and the studying hadn't felt overly laborious-- if anything, you were worried you were finding things to be a bit too easy.

The faculty have all come to recognize you, from the lunch ladies that Arven spends time with to the adjunct professors that have been overseeing the Star Training Center volunteer efforts, there's probably none in the academy that couldn't recognize you for one reason or another.

Speaking of, the former bosses of Team Star have taken it upon themselves to be your people, self-appointed. They seem almost a little possessive of you, potentially under the suggestion of Penny to keep watch on you while at school. Even though they're not afraid to stick up for anyone who might need it, it feels a little more personal when Mela herself comes storming in at the slightest sign of friction between you and some other student, or when Eri hovers over your shoulder in the cafeteria, sending threatening glares at whoever even thinks about staring at you for too long. You almost feel bad for Arven and Nemona who've begun to be crowded out by the possessive Team Star Bosses-- who have each at some point whisked you away under the guise of needing you for whatever excuses they've come up with in their little book of strategies to steal you away.

Not to mention, one of the Team Star Bosses, Atticus, walks completely silently and lingers whether you're aware of him or not. When you do spot him, he's quick to drag you to somewhere secluded so that he can play with your uniform and tack little dress-code-violating trinkets onto your attire. Miss Tyme has given you some flack for it, but she's a little more forgiving with you than she is with the other students and faculty, which you think might just be blatant favoritism working in your favor. However, favoritism only gets you so far, and Atticus seeks you out often enough that your professor's patience is wearing thin. (She knows, however, that your little team of delinquents are willing to listen if their time with you is on the line.) Ortega and Giacomo are constantly working on their respective hobbies, and come to you for feedback on superficial roadblocks that aren't really a problem, not that you know that-- It's an opportunity for praise, and they live off it. Giacomo seems to be adjusting somewhat poorly to his return to the academy, more so than the other Team Star Bosses, and so he seeks you out when he needs a quiet moment away from some of the other students. He's capable of socializing, but struggles to trust other people outside of Team Star. And Ortega, well, he can be a bit abrasive toward other people, in a way that's witty but also rubs people the wrong way. He doesn't really care about other people and only tones down the sass and sarcasm when he knows you're watching.

He's in actuality the most possessive, secretly. Everyone knows he acts sweet and innocent around you, but the moment you turn your back he becomes an absolute menace... His dapper pastel look only whispers warning to your classmates not to step too out of line. Friendly is fine, but he's a Tinkaton ready to hunt the greedy Corviknight that dare step a toe too close to his treasure.

While they spend a lot of time out in the field doing their community service hours, they've made a point of memorizing your erratic study habits as well as possible, and it's Penny's job to figure out the schedule so they can maximize their chances of running into you. She tries to come across as not as invested in the mission as they are, but she's low-key keeping tabs on you and the others aren't afraid to call her out on it if she acts like they're weird for being so obsessed with what you're doing. Truth is, there's honestly no one out there as pure-hearted as you, as little as you know it. You're a tantalizing thing after all that you've done for a gang of social outcasts without a single thought about what it might do to them. Of course, they have to be careful, or else that battle-maniac student council girl might crack down on their activities. Though it's pretty obvious to them that she's got something going on with you too, as her punishments seem much more targeted when she catches them doing something they shouldn't.

They... Haven't discussed their sensitivities toward you in general, but each of them sort of does their own thing and then they reconvene when it benefits them. It's silently been agreed upon that they each get to take their chances and aren't allowed to sabotage each other on purpose. No hard feelings when things skew in one's favor, not that momentary bitterness can entirely be avoided. On rare occasions, it is you that stumbles upon them while out and about. Atticus especially for some time, when you were out doing research in his neck of the woods. It's Mela that sees you least, despite her base being literally the easiest to get to. She's definitely had a hard time regulating her jealousy since she's the emotionally upfront type.

It's Giacomo that's the quietest with what he's doing, silently observing the others and trying to strategize in secret. The whole not being good with people is a little bit of a stretch, though not entirely a lie. Besides, he's kept it under ropes that you've let him into your dorm room on a couple different occasions now, and the fact that he's writing a song and has a little less than subtly eluded to the fact that it's absolutely about you.

...And it's Eri that's pushing that Arven boy away the most, not that Ortega hasn't been trying to get him to back off. Actually, they've all had him on their radar at some point. There's no denying that you've been friends with him longer than the rest of them, or that there's some strange little secret between the two of you that rubs them the wrong way. Eri's the only one that's physically able to match him, and she tries to eat lunch with you whenever she can because it really grinds their gears when he sneaks off with you to do Arceus knows with his little sandwich picks and baggies of culinary ingredients that you just so happen to like. He's too obvious. Around the school, long before you came, everyone knew who he was and how impossible it was to approach him. In that sense, they suppose they can understand him, but that doesn't change the fact that they're rivals and currently at a disadvantage when pitted against him.

Actually, it's a little crazy how many people are pining after you. ... {Pt. 2?|| Maybe with the Gym Leaders/Academy faculty/League Staff} {Larry, Grusha... I may not like Geeta toooo too much but I definitely see her having an eye for you... Funny Iono scenarios go brrr}

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ne-cocoa · 1 year

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Cuddley love 💖 ♡( ૢ⁼̴̤̆ ꇴ ⁼̴̤̆ ૢ)~ෆ♡

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I find it funny in an unfunny way that they pinned some of the blame on Yellowfang

Like, Yellowfang?

Yellowfang, who suffered from abuse from Raggedstar, was framed for murder and exiled from her clan?

Yellowfang, who takes no bs, saved countless lives as a medcat, helped Cinderpelt and was a major support pillar for her, and died saving people from fire?

The very same Yellowfang who killed her son because of everything he did, all the murders and child soldiers he caused? Who wished Firestar was her son? Then killed Brokenstar AGAIN???

THAT Yellowfang???

And they said Starclan let her let Ashfur into their ranks???

I honestly believe they began writing a completely new character after TPB. She's NEVER felt like the person Fireheart knew in life in subsequent material, not in StarClan, not in her SE, nowhere.

Knowing how hard she is on herself in regards to StarClan and her feeling she deserves "divine punishment," it makes sense to me that she'd *repeat* StarClan's ruling on the matter, or even that she'd be hard on Squilf and Leafp in their trials. But LETTING ASHFUR IN??

ENOUGH THAT WE CITE HER AS A REASON?

Nooo fucking way. She would never make that ruling. She felt WRETCHED for what she had to do to Brokenstar and like it was "teaching her a lesson," you can't tell me that she would let Ashfur get off scot-free for trying to murder 3 people out of romantic spite

And like, I've also gotta stress; it's not JUST three counts of attempted murder.

He was beating the shit out of Lionpaw, in a way reminiscent of the harsh training Brokenstar was putting apprentices through, PLUS the abuse of Stumpypaw

He DID successfully murder his leader, just the one life but he WANTED it to be all 9

Treason in working with Ashfur. That is canon. People forget it's canon and Hawkfrost used his dying breath to tease that he had inside help

Assault of Squilf, he was going to make her watch her children get crispy-fried

Absolutely insane article. Story team should stop even trying to explain themselves they just make everything worse. Their choices are baffling enough, but their thought process is truly like the world's worst Rube Goldeberg machine

#And like. Fuck off. If you have to come in years after the fact you write an abusive relationship to confirm it--#--because you are consistently so bad at writing romance you keep unintentionally writing abuse and have to CLARIFY when it's unhealthy--#--you utterly failed your audience of young teens.#Bone babble #Yellowfang

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devotion-ismy-emotion · 1 year

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I’ll love you till my dying breath.

#lovesick #obsessive love #possessive love #obsessive love disorder #bpd yandere #darlingcore #yancore #red text #unhealthy thoughts #unhealthy obsession #toxic romance #yandere vent

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sourlove · 7 days

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YANDERE KING PART II 👑(GN READER)

TW: OBSESSION, YANDERE THEMES, JEALOUSY, VIOLENCE, IMPLIED TORTURE

READ PART 1 HERE

You had never heard a room fall silent the way it did when you stepped in.

It was lunchtime and King Henry had demanded politely requested that you join him and some foreign dignitaries for a meal in the grand hall. However, none of the aforementioned were present. Instead, the Queen and her servants stared at you coldly as you halted by the entrance.

"Good afternoon, Your majesty," you greeted with a bow. "My apologies for-"

"You. Come here." The hall was empty, so the Queen's voiced echoed, coldly.

You glanced up and nervously stepped towards her. The head butler stood there as well, but he sneered at you when you looked at him. Queen Penelope's maids, two nasty girls who constantly tried to make your life miserable, began to whisper to themselves, eyes trained on your neck. Actually, you noticed that all of them seemed to be looking at your neck.

With a sinking feeling, you looked down at the garishly ornate necklace the King insisted you wear to lunch.

"It's the same color as my eyes. I want you to wear it and think of me," Henry had whispered into your ear as he clasped it around your neck. You hadn't thought much of it and had just planned to wear it for the afternoon and stuff it in a drawer with all the other gifts Henry had forced on you.

"That necklace, where did you get it from?" the Queen asked stiffly. Her face gave away nothing but disgust and hatred for you.

"Ah, this? It was His majesty that gave it to me, Your majesty," you replied, reaching up to touch the giant chunk of sapphire swinging from the thick gold chain.

"Liar!" One of the maids cried. "It is the same one the King gave Her Majesty on their wedding night! The one that went missing!"

The temperature suddenly dropped as you realized the situation you had just walked into. You opened your mouth to defend yourself but nothing came out, making Queen Penelope snap in anger.

"You dare try to make excuses? Hold them down!"

The two maids immediately grabbed your arms, fingernails painfully digging into your skin. The butler scoffed, "Of course someone of your status would resort to theft."

The Queen roughly yanked the necklace off you. "A filthy concubine," she hissed. "Dares to sneak around my chambers? You must think you can get away with anything just because you're warming the King's bed. But let me tell you something." She lowered her voice as if she were sharing a secret. "He will soon tire of you, and I will take great pleasure in dealing with you the same way I dealt with others who dared to think they were beyond their station."

You licked your lips shakily and stammered out, "Y-your majesty, I swear there must have been some kind of mistake. Hen-The King truly gave me that necklace! I would never dare to-"

Her rings caught on your face when she hit you and you stumbled back, only held up by her giggling maids. A warm, metallic taste filled your mouth. Blood. "How dare you speak his name?! You will regret ever crawling into his bed, you vile wench!"

She raised her her hand again to land another blow until a booming voice froze everyone in place.

"What is going on here?!"

Henry looked furious as he stormed into the grand hall, closely followed by an entourage of people; guards, servants and the dignitaries you were supposed to have lunch with. Before you could even begin to feel embarrassed, the maids holding you fled to stand behind their mistress, leaving you to stagger into Henry's arms.

His blue eyes scanned you and took in your bruised face, his face twisting into an expression you had never seen before. "Penelope!" he barked. "What is the meaning of this? Explain yourself immediately!"

The Queen balked at the face of his pure, unadulterated rage, but still pointed an accusatory finger at you. "My necklace! Th-they stole it from my chambers and paraded around claiming that you gave it to them!" All of a sudden, she burst into tears and you gaped at her. Who exactly was the victim here? "I-I just lost my temper, because that necklace is so dear to me! You gave it to me as a wedding gift!"

You could already feel the nasty looks being sent in your direction and shrunk back. Henry looked down at your trembling form and bloody mouth, seemingly unaffected by Queen Penelope's tears.

"Let me see the necklace," he commanded. The head butler stepped forward with the cause of all your problems and bowed to the King, handing it to him. Henry turned it over in his hand and chuckled dryly. "You foolish woman."

This seemed to surprise everyone, for the King was known for being kind and peaceful. "Y-your majesty?"

Henry flipped the sapphire pendant, revealing the gold backing on which your initials were carved. The Queen was at a lost for words and her mouth opened and closed multiple times without saying a word.

The butler stepped in for his mistress. "Your majesty, there is a chance they could have engraved it themself after they stole it!"

Henry cocked his head and hummed. "There is a chance. A very slim one, considering I was the one who engraved their initials myself." He stroked your hair soothingly. "I didn't want there to be any confusion between the two so this was a precaution. Had I known that the Queen would be so willing to strike my concubine over such a small issue, I would have been more careful."

"Your majesty!" A knight ran into the room, holding up a familiar object. "We found the Queen's necklace in the head butler's quarters!"

The man gasped and shook. "Framed! I've been framed!" He dropped to his knees as the guards surrounded him. "Your majesty, please believe me!"

Henry barely spared him a glance. "Take him to the dungeons and have him whipped. Such is the punishment for a thief." He turned to the Queen who paled in fear but Henry wasn't done. "Take the maids too. Cut off the hands that dared to hurt what is mine."

They screamed as they were dragged away, pleading for mercy, and you winced. Henry turned to reschedule his lunch meeting with the dignitaries as if it were nothing, as is he didn't just order for people to be tortured. The events of the day started to catch up to you and you swayed in Henry's grasp.

He swooped you into a bridal carry immediately, barking orders to call a physician. He cast a final glance back at the Queen who had just watched her most loyal servants be taken away. Tears, perhaps real ones this time, filled her eyes.

Henry turned back to you. "Lock the Queen in her chambers until further notice. She has done enough damage today."

"Your majesty! Your majesty, you cannot do this to me! I am your Queen!"

Her cries were cut off as the doors to the grand hall slammed shut. Henry strode quickly to you chambers, lips pressed in a thin line.

"...I'm fine, Henry," you said softly. You knew calling him by his name would calm him down from the thoughts in his head. He glanced down at you.

"She hit you."

"But it's not serious. I will heal very soon."

Henry shook his head in frustration. He said no more until you were tucked in bed, after being thoroughly examined by the palace physician. After the old man had given you some medicine and left, the King crawled into your bed. "I'm sorry, my love."

You patted his hand tiredly. You wished he would leave you to sleep in peace, but that didn't seem like it was going to happen. "It's not your fault, Henry. It's not like you planned this."

When Henry said nothing, you turned to find a look in his eyes that made you sit up straight, sleepiness fading away. "I didn't think she would hit you-" he began but you cut him off.

"Is that why you insisted I wear it to lunch? Did you plan this whole affair to humiliate me?"

"You don't understand, I did it for you! To help you establish your place in the palace!"

"As what? As your bed warmer? The King's whore? Is that what you wanted?" You glared at him. "Why can't you understand that there is simply no place for me here. Not when I was forced to be here."

"...you're right."

You glanced at him, frowning in confusion but Henry was staring into space, lost in his thoughts. "It's too dangerous for you here. Who knows what that woman will do to hurt you?"

"Are you-are you saying that I can go home?" You couldn't help feeling hopeful of returning to your old life but that feeling soon crashed down when Henry smiled.

"I can't just let you go, my love," he chuckled, pulling you closer to him. "But I will take you somewhere you never have to go through anything like this ever again."

Later on, you would wonder if anyone ever questioned your disappearance or if Henry had spread some story to stop them from searching for you. Either way, it's not like anything that happened outside of the safehouse mattered. It was your only home now.

And the only thing you needed to concern yourself with was loving your King and serving him, and only him, until death do you part.

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A/N: Please like, reblog and leave a comment if you enjoyed this! Feel free to request any headcanons for this character but I might not write anymore full fledged fics of Henry for a while lol.

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No she’s MY daughter PT.2

PT.1 PT.3

You’ve been waiting for your mama for so long that coloring became so boring! “Miss Lyla, if your an AI can you tell me where my mama is please?” “I can try kid!” You smiled as she began looking for your mama, you’ve seen Miguel every so often asking if your hungry or thirsty..he’s sorta scary in your eyes as the dark room doesn’t help with his skull spider logo. He’s the same height as your dad so that made you less scared of him…sorta. “Okay kid, your mom is coming with some other people”

You nodded your head then started move your ankles in a circle motion at different times as your shoes were getting annoying so you then decided to just untie them to loosen them up. “Much better!..what to do is the question…” you made a ‘tch’ sound multiple times as you thought, steal from Miguel since in Hobie’s words ‘Big man don’t need it, he already got to much power’ or something like that, take a nap, or fix the little gizmo in your pocket…fixing the gizmo it is! You took the gizmo out and your double sided screwdriver (basically it can come out of the holder and it has a different screwdriver head on the other side). The gizmo is just a little robot fella named Gizmo.

Lyla watched as she secretly recorded it as she liked to see you happy. “There’s my girl!” “Mama!” You stopped and ran to hug your mama’s legs which you did! You then hugged Hobie which he hugged back then Gwen but you stopped at the new guy. “What’s your name? I like your outfit!” “Thanks! I’m Miles Morales!” You smiled and held your hand out to be nice. “Y/N Drew!” Miles shook your hand then looked at your mother then at you as he didn’t know what to say next. You looked around to see Pavitr as you missed your best friend.

“Where’s Pavy?” “Pavitr is busy but don’t worry, you two will see each other soon” “Yay!” You jumped a bit not paying attention to the conversation that’s currently happening between Miles and Miguel. “Don’t blame him! He had a bad teacher!” “Peter!” “Hey!” “You have a baby!” “I have a baby!” You smiled as you held Mayday as you two giggled, she then wanted to go to the wall so you walked to the wall and she started crawling on it. Miguel was say something in Spanish but you didn’t understand as you giggled seeing Mayday run or crawl away from her dad.

Jessica smiled as she knew you’ll be a great big sister with the way you take care of Mayday, your baby sibling will be so glad to have you as a big sister. Her and her husband always loved the way you ramble about how your going to protect and annoy your baby sibling as it seemed so adorable. Miguel looked over a bit to see you and Mayday playing together and laughing in joy.

He smiled a bit as it was a cute sight to see his daughter playing with a toddler. He knew Lyla was recording with the way she was squealing silently in joy so that no one payed attention to her. He wish he could take you home right now so you’ll be safe and far away from all these annoying assholes as you don’t need to be around all of these people as they’ll rot your brain.

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere x female reader #fem reader #female reader #no she’s my daughter series #no romantic relationships #no romance #part 2 of many #Gabriella!Reader #yandere spider man across the spider verse #yandere spiderverse

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clowninthecoffeehouse · 2 months

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fighting for my life defending jonelias in the tiktok comment sections. you guys just don’t get them like i do </333

#i get it’s unhealthy #it is a horror tragedy podcast #i signed up for unhealthy that is why i listened to this podcast and not a romance podcast #and jonmartin can be unhealthy at times too like basically every ship in tma is #i like reading horror and things that don’t have happy endings #that is why i mostly consume media that isn’t just romance #this is a personal preference of course but like why is this preference so controversial in a fandom that is literally for a horror tragedy #like obviously i do not aspire to have a relationship like theirs irl but that doesn’t make it less interesting #i enjoy reading interesting things #that doesn’t mean i think they should be reality #that is why i consume horror media #because it is interesting #i need to stop going on tiktok #i barely log on but everytime i do i feel like i’m losing my mind #tma #the magnus pod #ramblings #i will not write an essay on my fandom opinions #i am a normal person #/sarcasm

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Edit: Please checkout my reblog, I didn’t articulate myself very well in this and come across as a massive dick. Sorry about that, seriously. I am legitimately curious as to the reasons behind the positive Ascended Astarion interpretations/what in the text makes people feel that way.

Okay I read something about this over the weekend and it’s been bothering me since because I feel like people are missing the point.

People were upset it felt like BG3 was forcing you into the role of a victim if you ascended Astarion during your romance. They were insistent they and their character HAPPILY and WILLINGLY ascended him and would be more than happy with him and his behaviour after. Which, don’t get me wrong, can be true.

You can very happily ascend Astarion and give him the power he wanted and support him throughout. It doesn’t stop the fact he’s going to abuse your character and that your character is going to become a victim. Because that’s the point. That’s what the whole deal with the characters are, finding freedom from unhealthy relationships of some kind. Astarion’s specifically touches on the cycle of abuse. Cazador abused Astarion and the other vampire spawn, and maybe Astarion isn’t making you eat rats and locking you in coffins, but he’s still abusing you. He will always have power over you if he ascends and he will never treat you as or respect you as an equal. He will isolate you and ignore your wishes and treat you as an object, because ascending him continues that cycle. He doesn’t respect you if you ascend him.

I’m not faulting anyone that ascends him, it’s not something I would do but that doesn’t mean you’ve done a bad or are “playing wrong.” There’s no wrong way to play the game, especially if they give you the option. I am saying, however, that regardless of how happily someone ascends Astarion and how much they support it they’re still going to become a victim. Even if it’s not right away, it will happen because ascending Astarion continues the cycle of abuse, just in a different form.

#i don’t know if that made sense #just like i feel people are missing the point of his story and the consequences of his ascension #if it’s a kink for you that’s FINE #it’s just not the story they’re telling #i’m also not saying larian’s writing is PERFECT or anything #or that the frustration of not FULLY having control of the character is invalid #alas it’s a consequence of the medium #HOWEVER you can’t just dismiss the fact that doing astarion’s romance and ascending him DOES that #it DOES put your character in an unhealthy if not abusive relationship #regardless of how willingly they ascended him #bg3 #bg3 rambles #bg3 astarion #bg3 astarion ancunin #bg3 ascended astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate astarion #badlurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 astarion

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