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elvestoneanzelote1 · 6 months

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𝘈:𝘯- 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰! 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺.. 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰..) 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵!

Has it not been that day..

The day I first met you, will things have change better for me?

Or will I suffer more without you?.

The minds on mine is a puzzle mess.

Trying to find the clue to your heart.

Tell me, why is it that you yearn for someone yet.. I am not that someone for you?

Like this poems, soothing my thoughts.

You read and I am glad you did.

Misguided am I? To be in love with you?

Or.. Am I just a freckle of your imagination that fall for you deeply in your memory?.

I watch you eeverytime.

Everyday you smile at me.. More likely.. To the game.. I guess.

No matter what this wall of glass put us away.

Y/n my dear, I swore to you.

I will find a way to bring you here with me.

A world where you had no worries about your family nor friends.

Only me and you.

I promise you that I will make you smile everyday you did for me..

But for now.. Please bare it.

Just continue on playing the game and smile eveytime you see me on screen.

Even if it hurts me too.

I will surely find a way.

Where we could be together for eternity.

As ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ.

Yᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴛʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ.

Yᴏᴜ ғᴇʟᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠs ᴍᴇssɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ.

Yᴇᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ..

Wʜ��ᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ.

"I ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ.. Fᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇɴ" ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏɢ ᴏғғ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs.

As ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴɪsʜ ᴏғ ғᴜʀɴɪᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʏᴇᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀɴᴋᴇᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴅ.

Tᴏ sʟᴇᴇᴘ..

Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ.. Sʟᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʟᴘs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪssᴇʀɢ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ sᴇʟғ.

Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs.

Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴀ ʜᴏᴘᴇ.

Tʜᴀᴛ.. Sᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡɪsʜᴇs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇs.

Wɪʟʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.. Mᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ.

As ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ғᴏʀ ᴀ sʟᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ᴄʟɪɴᴋ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ.

Oᴠᴇʀʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ.

Pᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ.

Tᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.. Oғ sᴏʀᴛ.

𝘈:𝘯- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺/𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 ! 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘴!

(This tags are some games that I thought of when writing this..)

#yandere game characters #yandere genshin impact #yandere otome games #honkai star rail #yandere honkai star rail #yandere mystic messenger #yandere obey me #yandere the arcana #yandere game #game chracter x reader #video games x reader #pokemon #self aware #self aware au #slight yandere #genshin sagau #sahsrau #self aware genshin impact

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sleepytwilight · 2 months

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Delusional Yandere Arcky headcanon pls :333

Lmao I finally have motivation to write this 💀 Ahem anyway...

• Arcturus would spread a rumours about you and him are together. When you confront him about the rumours, he play dumb and tells you that he has no idea then he manipulated you thinking you should like him back because of the rumours.

• Sometime he purposely cut you off when you were talking to others sorcerer. He either took the sorcerer away from you or took you away from the sorcerer and tell lies so you or the sorcerer won't be talking to you.

• He sometimes spiked your drink. Of course he's not going to do anything bad to you... ... He just want you to rely on him only.

• Would honestly spread false rumours about you so the sorcerers turn their back on you then you don't have option but only to be with Arcturus as he always the one who believes in you.

• When a random student confessed to you. The next week, the student was expelled for unknown reasons. For the guide committee members case... Let's just say, they don't want to talk with you anymore.

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #delusional yandere #arcana twilight mc #arcana twilight summoner #arcturus x reader

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jabberwockprince · 5 months

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A arcanist’s work. Exhibited in the 1990s for 24 years. Completed in Summer, on September 13. The exhibition was first held in Manila, Philippines, and after 10 years the exhibit later traveled to Spain, before going all over the world.

◆ Medium: Hunger ◆ Afflatus: Banquet of Concrete [Mineral] Everlasting True Love ◆ Fragrance note: Fruity - Raspberry, Apple, Coconut. Meat, copper. ◆ Size: 175cm / 5’7’’

new six stars character yall <3 here's Venison's insight II illustration and their role garment menu (i built that template from SCRATCH bro, i'll drop the psd later) they're my lil mercenary, local cannibal guy, former manus member <3

here's their fullbody sprite under the cut, i got too lazy to actually render it lmfao

#reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 #re1999 #re1999 oc #reverse 1999 oc #digital art #purinsu art #venison beloved venison #i dont have their doc ready yet so teehee i suck at filling my own templates #yes theyre yandere or whatever. theyre extremely obsessive in general #does familial yandere exist? instead of like. ooo you gotta be my bf its ooo you gotta be my family #anyway. manus adopts a stray that vertin overlooked. it goes badly for everyone #thats their target wall in their insight II illust btw <3 mf is forming parasocial relationships with every person theyre sent to kill #love justifies the cannibalism and all #their arcanum is also bone and cartilage related! <3 #which fits soooooo good with the manus and arcana's aesthetics #they just have. to get to the bone. clear access to it. to properly use their arcanum. which means they get to EAT/RIP THE FLESH CLEAN FIRS #do you see my vision do you see where im going with this. the game deserves truly deranged guys #i saw the fucking manus garment for diggers. guys. we need to talk bout it

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platinumrosetail · 22 days

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Genderbend opaline!! I noticed how there wasn’t really any clear photos of genderbend opaline and decided on why not? This is for a possible future mlp story though it can be used for if I get any requests for genderbend!opaline in the future (I hope soon cause I would love to do some mlp requests lol), if yall have any name suggestions for him then be sure to share them with me! Cause I don’t have any ideas for his genderbend name lol, anyway hope talking like it and hope yall have a wonderful day/evening/night!

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yanderes-galore · 4 months

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What do you think a romantic yandere concept of Opaline from MLP gen 5 would be like?

I wrote this on Docs but I didn't see this was specifically romantic, so I tweaked it from the original draft a bit, still ended up a bit general if that was okay, I apologize :(. Doesn't change much though.

Yandere! Opaline Arcana Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Narcissism, Possessive behavior, Kidnapping, imprisonment, Isolation, Violence/Thoughts of murder mentioned, Emotionally controlling behavior mentioned, Cages, Forced relationship implied.

I may not have finished MLP: Make Your Mark, but I believe I know enough about Opaline to give my thoughts on her.

Opaline Arcana is an Alicorn that has been alive since Celestia and Luna.

By the time of Make Your Mark she is nearly powerless due to Twilight.

Now she tries to use Dragon Fire in order to grow in power due to being a Fire Alicorn.

Opaline is malicious, scheming, and deceitful.

She is very skilled in manipulation, especially emotional manipulation.

Considering how well she can control Misty, Opaline would use honeyed words to gain her obsession.

Speaking of Misty, I'd expect her to be used by Opaline for her obsession.

For example, maybe Opaline can't stop thinking of a pony who's close to the Mane 5.

Earth pony, pegasus, unicorn, it doesn't matter to Opaline.

For some reason she feels she needs you.

Whenever she spies on the Mane 5, her eyes drift to you.

At some point you may just drive her insane.

She doesn't understand why she feels so weird around this one pony.

So, she sends Misty to spy.

She already needs the unicorn to search for magic sources, she might as well have her look into why you're so special.

Opaline is already quite focused on her plot to rule Equestria by stealing all of the magic.

Yet the Alicorn feels distracted when you come up.

Why does she actually want to listen to Misty about your day?

She knows she has a distaste for the Mane 5, but she feels she hates you less.

If she just wanted to steal your magic then she shouldn't care about you.

It's not like you're that strong magic-wise, if anything Sunny is stronger.

It boggles her mind when she actually enjoys watching you.

Misty is grateful that she has an excuse to be around her new friends, but grows concerned for you.

You have no idea what you do to Opaline.

Only Misty knows… even then not by much.

She just knows you drive the Alicorn crazy at times and you have no clue about it.

You're oblivious to the scheming Alicorn miles away from you.

That is until Opaline starts getting bold.

Maybe she asks Misty to lure you to her castle.

That or maybe Opaline finds a way to capture you herself.

At some point Opaline feels she has to look into why you make her feel in such a strange way.

Misty is reluctant to take part in luring you.

However, scared by the Alicorn's fiery rage, Misty lures you out of Maretime Bay.

She claims she has something cool to show you!

It's a secret….

Having no clue about the incoming danger and trusting Misty as a friend, you follow.

Only for Opaline to swoop in and trap you.

Similar to other MLP villains I've written about in the past, Opaline may keep you caged away.

The first half of her obsession is the Alicorn studying you.

You're kept in a cage, if you're a unicorn your magic is negated or straight up stolen, if you're a pegasus your wings are restrained.

Opaline taunts you, claiming you're weak.

Yet she also shows frustration as she doesn't understand why she feels strange for somepony like you.

She wonders if it's pity….

But it becomes clear it's something else later on.

She begins to notice it when she's softer towards you despite you being behind bars.

Opaline of course uses manipulation to get her way.

Like with Misty she puts you down and often makes you feel like you need her.

It's her way of preventing you from leaving.

She's strong and is offering you a home with her.

If you're loyal you can be out of the cage and in a room

She's softer with you than Misty, but the treatment is very similar.

You want to run away but Opaline no doubt has caged you with magic like when Misty was grounded.

Misty may flee to “spy”, in reality she's trying to get you help.

She feels remorseful for her actions and knows she has to get you help.

Opaline treats you as something pretty to look at, something between a pet and someone she admires.

It's an odd relationship.

Sometimes she mocks you, sometimes she pulls you closer for affection.

You're scared of her toying.

Even when the Mane 5 come to help with Misty, Opaline refuses to let you go so easily.

You've driven her crazy and now she finally has you.

Is she just supposed to let you go?

No… she won't allow it.

As an Alicorn she's meant to get what she wants!

She'll keep you in her castle all to herself…

Even if it means destroying your so-called “friends” to do it.

#yandere my little pony #yandere mlp #yandere mlp make your mark #yandere mlp generation 5 #yandere opaline #yandere opaline arcana

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emmaloo21butwriting · 11 months

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As a minor, when I block tags like ‘Tw smut’ ‘smut’ ‘lemon’ etc, why do people not tag that? And if you write that at least put a warning and a keep reading! It’s really annoying

Edit; replaced right with write because I’m dumb

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greenfoxeyedbrunette · 11 months

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tw! kn1fe pl4y, wound, blood (that part is a flashback though so i guess you can skip that part; that section will be marked)

viewer discretion is advised specifically because of the kn1fe pl4y !!

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Your lover strips down naked and enters the shower. Looking down on his body, he eyes the shallow mark you left him on his inner arm last night. He sighs as he slowly runs his finger on the wound recalling the events leading up to it.

tw!! You grin as you slide your blade into his skin. "Oh.. so pretty~" you say in amusement. Your eyes gleam as his blood leaks through similar to how his eyes drip a tear or two from the pain.

"I-it.. I.." his brows furrowed, frowns and gritting his teeth from the sting. "Augh~" he moans as you put your open mouth to his cut, slowly licking it..!!tw end

"Mmm~ fuck I.." he puts his own mouth to his arm, making out with it. Imagining as if he was making out with you instead.

You smile "You're so good for me". You leave kisses on the skin repeatedly.

"Ngh.. yes..!" he kneels on the bathroom floor. He's rock hard and doesn't hesitate to touch himself while he continues to kiss his body.

Tears well up in his eyes out of pity for himself. "Fuck... I'm so pathetic..." He squeezes his dick and pumps even harder. "Hah.. fuck" hot c*m shoots out from his body. He adds with a voice crack "..I love you! "

armin arlert, alexis ness, michael kaiser, reiner braun, kazutora hanemiya, kokonoi hajime, izana kurokawa, julian devorak, kaedehara kazuha

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saintunhinged · 2 years

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Yandere Asra

content warning; possessiveness, manipulation, obsession if you squint.

“I’m doing this because I love you.”

if you’re being honest, you figured Asra was a little too protective of you.

everytime you asked to join him on a journey, he told you staying home was safer.

he started asking you to not leave the shop while he was away, sometimes going as far as to put a spell around the perimeter to make sure no one entered or left.

this time you’re more than a bit upset that he left you, AGAIN.

you were used to it, but it still hurt.

what did he expect you to do alone with no freedom?

when he returns home, he can’t wait to reunite with you.

he tells you, while persistently insisting you cuddle in bed with him, “I love you.” “I need you.” “I missed you.”

but you don’t feel like being bothered, especially not by him.

you roll over, escaping his embrace.

“Not right now,” you distantly say, “I’m tired.”

It doesn’t stop him from pulling you back against his chest. “Are you not happy to see me?” his hot breath tickles the flesh below your neck, then you feel his lips caress your skin, “I love you.” He says it again, but you aren’t so sure you believe him anymore. If he does love you, how come you feel like a hostage in this realtionship.

You abruptly sit up, and a flash of confusion washes across his face. “What’s wrong, where are you going?” Asra asks, as he watches you stumble over him to crawl out of bed.

“Out. Or do I need your permission first?” Your tone was admittedly harsh and you felt a bit bad for snapping at him, but you were growing tired of constantly being left behind, despite your protests. You took the steps to the main floor of the shop, and Asra was quick to follow. Taken aback by your harsh tone, he stands aside while you put on shoes.

Truthfully, he preferred you consulted with him if you wanted to step out. Wherever you go he must know. What if something happened to you while you were out and he couldn’t find you? He’d tear apart the whole of Vesuvia until he did.

He ignored the last part of your indirect assumption, if only you were aware of how much truth your sarcasm held. “Where?” He skeptically questioned.

You answered, irked with his constant questioning, “The Rowdy Raven.” You probably should have provided context. Asra’s mind flooded with the worst scenarios. Why? For what? You never went there unless Julian stopped by and invited the two of you for a night out! Were you going to see Julian??? You’re not cheating on him, are you?!

He planned to see what you were up to himself. “I’ll come with you.” He hastily states, but the idea of it didn’t excite you, nonetheless.

Asra felt you didn’t need to be anywhere he wasn’t. It would be okay as long as he tagged along. After all, he was only looking out for you.

You shake your head, ready to protest against it, “No.” You simply say.

He frowns, feeling his body tense.“No?” His tone gave away to mock irony. You weren’t supposed to tell him ‘no’. You were supposed to say ‘of course, you can come. I love you, Asra!’

You had to be cheating on him! Why couldn’t he go with you?! If you were, he’d deal with Julian, make an example of him. Then Asra would make you understand you only needed him. No one else deserved you like he did!!!

He didn’t take that word lightly. If you wished to leave without him, you weren’t leaving at all. While you were too busy looking for your satchel, he conjured a spell to ward the shop. Even as a magician, he doubted you could take it down on your own.

He had a plan to convince you to stay, the ward was just a backup in case you still weren’t in your right mind after he finished.

“You didn’t say it back.”

You turned to face him, your eyebrows coming together as you stared. “What?” You cluelessly inquired. Say what back?

He forced his eyes to water under you gaze. “I told you I love you,” Asra shifts closer to you, playing up his emotions. He really did love you more than anything, and he didn’t like not hearing you return his affection, “You didn’t say it back.” so he used it to his advantage.

You hesitated, the tears in his eyes were luring you in. You didn’t see him cry often, but when you did, you knew he wasn’t okay. “Asra, I—” your words faltered catching sight of a single tear roll down his cheek.

“You don’t love me anymore, do you?” His words broke the restraints holding you back. You rushed across the shop, cupping his face in your hands.

You used your thumb to wipe away the wet streams dripping down his chin. You brushed at a white curl falling in his face to search his purple eyes. “Of course, I love you, Asra. Please don’t doubt my love for you. I just..” you trailed off, you didn’t know how to tell him you needed to be away from him for awhile.

His arms tightened around you, your head flush against his chest as he inhaled a deep breath of your scent. He thought you smelled heavenly as he rested his head on top of yours, “Then stay here with me, don’t go.” His voice dripped with despair, it left you feeling guilty to know you were the reason behind it.

That’s what he wanted you to think.

He led you to believe you had the power to choose what happened next. You didn’t. You were going to stay with him, despite what you wanted. But if you didn’t try leaving, Asra wouldn’t have to deal with you being angry with him later on. You wouldn’t know he has you on lockdown.

You stalled, letting the silence linger between you before responding, “I’ll stay.”

A complacent smile threatened to grow on his lips. His eyes slipped close, hugging you tighter than you thought necessary. To him, it was the best thing having you in his arms like this. Satisfied with his performance, his tears stopped. You were meant to be with him forever. He acknowledged how wrong it was to exploit you like that, but he had to. He knew it was for your own good.

#asra alnazar #asra alnazar x reader #asra x reader #asrathearcana #asra x you #asra x apprentice #asra x mc #the arcana x apprentice #the arcana x you #the arcana x reader #the arcana #the arcana x mc #nix hydra #nix hound #writing prompt #yandere #yandere Asra #yandere Asra x reader #yandere the arcana

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gingerbreadlegs · 8 months

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Low-key feel like yandere!Julian would tie you to a psych ward bed like this to prevent you from moving and fleeing.

۵ He tells you to not panic, to not worry, tells you that he’ll take such good care of you. Promises to cater to your needs.

۵ He’d sit beside you whenever you get too stressed and start to weep. Chastely caressing your hair and making shh kinda noises. Wearing a calm demeanour all while panicking inside.

۵ If he's failing to ease you into relaxation or even makes things worse (which is to 90% the case) then he'll administer you an sedative injection.

۵ He doesn’t mean to use force or make you uncomfortable :( But something inside him rips whenever he’s forced to behold you in perturbation. Knowing he’s the cause for it, yet being too fearful to acknowledge that. He’d much rather have you be quiet than evoke the immense guilt he has buried inside.

۵ That may or may not be a weakness of his: Guilt.

#the arcana #arcana #the arcana headcanons #yandere arcana #julian #julian devorak #yandere julian devorak #tw yandere #tw sedation #yandere headcanons #yandere heaven

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dark-side-blog3 · 8 months

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I am on some mad scientist brainrot today, it seems.

Harper, Cioccolata, Julian Devorak, Solomon (technically)...

Feeling your organs itch after drinking some elixr they gave you, their pen scribbling notes on how you squirm, and claw at yourself.

Strapped to a table while they line up an icepick under your eye to tap gently through your orbital bone, and lobotomize you.

Sat down in front of a buzzer that they say you can press as may times as you want, whenever you want, but doing so will deliver an electric shock to another test subject. When you tap the buzzer, they will give you a reward. However, if the other test subject taps the buzzer, then you will be shocked, and receive no reward. A series of potential subjects will be on a loop on the projector behind them. They want to mark down how you think of your friends, your mentors, family, strangers, their friends... And using the remote in their pocket, subtly instill a sense of fear at the sight of anyone they don't approve of.

Using you as a human petri dish for an experimental bacteria; one that effects the brain, eats away at it while coaxing it to pump out happy hormones. It'll be a love potion, effectively... And they get an excuse to molest you. To see if the bacteria is effecting other parts of your body, of course, and to see if the treatment they've devised to cure you is working. They need to be able to control the disease, after all. Or at least, get to watch closely as you waste into nothing.

#yandere cioccolata #yandere julian devorak #yandere julian #yandere ilya #yandere ilya devorak #yandere solomon #yandere doctor harper #yandere dol #yandere degrees of lewdity #yandere the arcana #yandere obey me nightbringer #yandere obey me shall we date #yandere obey me #yandere jojo #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jjba prt 5 #yandere jjba

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amethystasra · 2 years

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i started off playing dating simulator games like mystic messenger and the arcana and somehow ended up playing yandere/horror visual novels/dating sims like your boyfriend and john doe..

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volzhenkov · 3 months

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How I love these moments with yandere energy. There are enough of them in this game.

#yandere #arcana twilight #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight sirius

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biteress · 26 days

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Which fictional characters 👀👀👀

SO MANY

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aukanemin · 2 years

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As the poet dies with unfinished song, The groan of nightingale shall fill night all along As his gift is tart - as honey of wild, As words can't be spoken, and the silence - his bile

As I die - on arms of yours, Do not rush to mourn me first As how can I leave, return to dust, Without satiating my eyes, without soul to be hushed

I shall come when stars are dark, when the moon is blind, In the dark hour of hound, under your gaze entwined I shall stand and say "come, oh come, heart of mine, Allow me to see your dear face once again - in my mire.."

And sweeter than morning, brighter than day, You shall come out, my friend, for greetings to say, To take me on my long way With silver to head, with aspen for my stay.

#the arcana game #julian devorak #divine au #fan art #dark fantasy #gothic #digital art #character redesign #slavic mythology #folk #yandere

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teeth-farie · 1 year

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Notes: amab reader, masc/he/him pronouns for reader, yandere reader, intersex asra, jealousy, jealous sex (all consensual!!!), ‘cunt, pussy, cock’ used for asra, obscene use of italics, 3.1k words

☞. . . A commission for @faezocarina !! They wanted a yandere reader/asra fic with asra being conflicted about your behavior. I hope you like it!!

Cloves grind efficiently under the pestle, the circular motions of Asra’s wrists crushing the bulbs into a fragrant mess of powder and chunks. He likes to think that life is peaceful, and domestic even now since you’ve been brought back. But he knows that’s not entirely true.

Asra would never regret bringing you back. He would never regret those long nights burning the candle at both ends, ripping his own hair out for a spell or ritual that would possibly work. He couldn’t ever regret it, not when he has you back. But that didn’t mean you were the same.

He supposes that necromancy would do that to a soul, to be ripped from one plane to another; but it didn’t mean he loved you any less, and it didn’t mean you were any less his. Part of him suspects that maybe your current behavior was always there, hidden in plain sight, masked by his rose-tinted glasses and puppy love crush.

To say you were clingy was an understatement. It was almost like you wanted to live in his skin. And he isn’t so sure he would mind.

When Asra’s thoughts lull, he realizes what should be crushed clove is now a nearly fine powder. It would make it awfully hard for a cup of tea, so instead, he dumps the powder into a jar. You loved your pumpkin bread, and he could give it to Selasi to make you an extra special loaf. It was the last of his clove, so he supposes he’ll need to make another trip soon. He’s heard that some vendors in Nopal have gotten their hands on some good spices from Prakra, at a deal too, but Asra doesn’t pay with the typical funds anyway. He thinks he’ll bring an extra shiny trinket for them instead.

His only issue, that is, would be you. Ever since the resurrection, Asra became…limited with where he could go. It’s not that he didn’t want to spend every moment with you, but being by your side when he knew he couldn’t have you (even if you wanted him so badly)…he couldn’t stand it. So he had to slip out when you were sleeping, unfurl your grip from him and replace himself with a pillow. It didn’t always work, and you’d catch him at the door while he wound his scarf around his shoulders. You’d beckon him back, a sour look on your face, and Asra had wanted nothing more than to curl back into your embrace. But sometimes, he just couldn’t. He’d make sure to make it up to you, he says to himself every time.

Warm arms wrap around his middle, a chin resting on his shoulder. “Asra,” you breathe, squeezing his sides lightly, living in his smell of smokey incense and herbal tea intensely. “You weren’t there when I woke up.”

He can hear the pout in your voice, and he turns in your arms. Your eyes are lidded with sleep, little lines from the pillow's wrinkles pressed into your cheek. “I was just down here,” he reassures, reaching his hands up to cup your face tenderly. “Don’t you want breakfast?”

You shift your eyes from him to the counter after a moment, looking at the fresh stack of pancakes. Your stomach growls almost immediately at the prospect of sustenance, and Asra laughs cheerfully. “C'mon, let's get some food in you.”

You let go of him reluctantly. “It would have been nice to see you in your apron.” You say almost nonchalantly and Asra feels his face get a little hot at the idea, as simple as it was. It felt good to be wanted, even if what you wanted was to see him in a dingy patchwork apron. “Then you should get up earlier.” He says back instead, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You praise Asra’s cooking endlessly, quickly devouring the fluffy pancakes, only mildly burnt. A quick glance at his stack reveals that he’s taken the more burnt of the dozen, albeit dousing them in honey and syrup.

“We should stop by the marketplace,” Asra says around a mouthful of half-chewed pancake. “I’m running low on some spices, and I know you don’t like it when I leave too far away.” Or leave at all.

You nod, dragging your finger through the syrup and honey pooled around your empty plate. You suck it off your finger and the magician stares a little longer than he should. “You don’t need to keep going to Nopal and wherever else if we have what we need here.” You say after popping your finger from your lips, snapping Asra back to focus. He clears his throat. “R-right,”

You smile, a pleasant curl of your lips that makes him feel warm. “Maybe we can get some pumpkin bread while we’re there.” You lean forward, and Asra starts to pucker his lips. His brows furrow when you take a bite off the fork he didn't even realize he was still holding. “Was getting soggy.” You grin impishly, swallowing the honey-saturated pancake.

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The sun is bright and warm in the marketplace, discussion chittering and buzzing across the crowd. Asra feels your hand fall into his, your warm skin clasping against his, palm to palm. In the past, you took to holding his hand for guidance through such a large crowd, but Asra knows you’ve grown strong, and you don’t need to hold onto him anymore. But you still do. He used to joke that you must be trying to leech off his energy with how tiring the marketplace can be, but he’s long since figured out it’s your way of guarding him.

You pass a multitude of shops on your way to the spice stands, things like pendulums and flashy shells catch Asra’s attention before you tug him back in the right direction. “You get distracted too much.” You tease and he pouts. “We’ll just have to visit them on the way back.” He playfully scrunches his nose, squeezing your hand for good measure. You squeeze back, a little firmer than him, fingers intertwined.

You zone out a bit as Asra trades and barters for spices, craning your neck up to watch the fluffy clouds go by. One reminds you of Faust and her long, noodle-like body.

“I’ve got a special deal for someone as breathtaking as you.”

Your head snaps back into the stand, your jaw setting and teeth gritting upon inspection of the interaction. It’s a new vendor, a young man with sunburnt skin and wavy hair. A man all too close to what’s yours.

Asra pointedly ignores the remark, changing the subject to how much he wanted to purchase—but you don’t. You stalk back behind him, firmly hugging your arms around Asra’s waist.

“Oh! Done cloud watching?” He asks, rummaging around in his bag for something to barter with. The vendor’s smile sours.

“Yes.” You respond, eyes narrowed into a glare where they land on the young man behind the wooden counter. “You were talking about a deal?”

The vendor laughs nervously. “Y-yes- I was just talking about a deal for new customers! Ten percent off!”

“That’s not what you said.” You squeeze Asra a little tighter, pressing your nose against the crook of his neck. The magician shivers, his cheeks turning red at the display of affection.

“A-and may I ask, you are-“

“His boyfriend.” You stop the vendor in his tracks, kissing Asra’s neck for good measure and punctuation. Asra yelps a little, nervously laughing and the vendor’s face blooms the reddest red you’ve ever seen.

“O-ok I’ll get these another time, thank you!” Your partner stammers, quickly tugging you away while you give the poor man another long, territorial glare.

You’re pushed into a secluded area, shaded by rugs and silks for sale. “What are you doing?” Asra nearly hisses, embarrassment and something else painting his face.

“I’m protecting you.”

“That- that was not- I mean, y-you,” he fumbles over his words, his face getting redder by the second, coloring that gorgeous golden skin you love so much. Asra feels a giant knot of emotion and conflict well up in his chest; on one hand, it was completely outrageous for you to respond like that and fluster him so, but on the other hand…oh, how Asra loved to be wanted. He liked how you grabbed him up and put your claim on him- how you’ve gotten so possessive and territorial- oh, it gets him hot-

He kisses you suddenly, grabbing your shirt and tugging you forward roughly. You can taste the desperation and honeyed pancakes on his tongue, feel his energy meld with yours the closer he presses himself against your body. You hold him tightly, digging your fingers into his hips and waist in a way that makes him whimper.

Asra pulls away with a stuttering breath before it can go too far, his pupils blown where they sit in amethyst eyes. “I need you.” He whispers, sliding his hands under your shirt.

“Not here,” you take his hands in yours instead, despite how much you want to feel him all over you as quickly as possible. “No one else can see you like this, only me.” It sounds more like a growl when you say it, and Asra can’t believe how much it turns him on. He shouldn’t be encouraging that behavior, and he shouldn’t be allowing you to hide him away and keep him as your own, but he does. He does because it feeds that frenzied, obsessive version of himself from the height of the plague when he cheated death herself. It soothes that heart-wrenching ache for you he felt, something he never wants to feel again.

So you take him home, taking any shortcut you could remember–and you only contemplated stopping in an alleyway to have your way with him once. Neither of you knows how you made it back to the shop without cracking, and you don’t think you really care to speculate, not when you have your Asra waiting for you like this. He has the mind to turn the sign to ‘closed’ before you pounce, kissing him fervently. The magician all but melts, throwing his arms around your neck and moaning against your lips. The sound only fuels that fire in your gut, the grinding gears in your mind that screech and hiss Asra, Asra, Asra.

Your teeth catch on his bottom lip and he whimpers, curling his fingers against your scalp. “Take me to bed,” he breathes against your lips, but he finds himself ill-prepared for when you hook your arms under his thighs and hoist him over your shoulder. “Ah- haha!” He squeals, gripping onto you for dear life as you ascend the stairs to the small, cozy bedroom.

You drop him onto the cushy mattress, smiling as he bounces and laughs an exhilarated laugh. Asra’s giggles melt into a moan when you kiss him again, this time only spending a few moments at his lips before moving lower down his jaw. You can feel his pulse flutter under your lips, that golden collar of his hiding the most vulnerable of spots. But you like it, you like seeing your Asra in such a pretty collar–it means he’s yours.

“Mine,” you find yourself whispering in between kisses and licks. “You’re mine, no one else can have you.”

“Yours,” he mimics, a rumbly little sound reverberating from his chest when you tease your teeth against a nearly faded hickey. “Only yours- oh gods, only ever yours.”

Your hands grab at his clothes, hastily ripping him free of his shirt. Asra doesn’t take the time to mourn the buttons, his mind growing plagued by lust and desperation. His skin feels like it's burning by the time you touch him, and finds himself making a choked sound when your fingers brush his nipples. “Yes, yes, just like that,” he gasps when you lean down and lick over his nipple, taking the hardened peak into your mouth. Asra’s head falls back against the fluffy pillows, mouth gaping and hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.

You look up your lashes at him, reaching lower, your palm going to cup his swollen crotch. His breath stutters, legs widening almost mindlessly. “Yes, touch me there,”

You pop off of his nipple, scraping your teeth against it gently as you do. “You drive me crazy,” you circle your fingers over his bulge, rubbing against his confined cock. Asra bites his lip. “You live in my head constantly, all I think about is you,” you forgo your touching to tug at his pants, and Asra eagerly unbuttons and kicks them off. He spreads his legs again, exposing his bare cunt and cock, both swollen and wet for you.

“I couldn’t stand hearing that man speak to you like that.” You growl, taking his small dick between your fingers and stroking it almost a little too quickly. He makes a sound that you drink in, filing away for a lonely moment. “No one is allowed to speak- to look at you like that, I’ll keep you tied up here if I have to.” Your eyes are locked with his, filled with a look of something devious and dark. Asra shivers, and he knows he needs to correct that behavior, but he's starting to believe he might just be as insane as you. “I’d never leave,” he pants, keening when you rub your finger over the weeping head of his cock. “I’d- h-huhn, I’d never leave, not ever, not w-when you’re touching me like that, oh right there just like that-!”

You stop before Asra can reach his gratification, watching his cocklet twitch pitifully at the sudden lack of attention. “Not yet, I want you to come from my cock.”

He feels a little dizzy at that, painfully aware of how empty and aching his cunt feels. Looking at him now, you’ve become alert to your own needs, swollen and throbbing in your pants. “Take them off,” Asra pleads, making a show of guiding his hand down and pushing his fingers into himself. Your breath hitches, eyes locked on how he spreads himself for you. “I need you, make me yours.”

You groan, almost salivating at his words and actions, forcefully pulling your pants off your body. Asra moans at the sight of your cock hanging heavily between your legs, fingers plunging in a little faster, and he begins to think he could get off on just the image of you. He spreads his fingers and shows off his hastily prepped hole, gaping the pink, gummy flesh as you knock his legs apart. “Mine, mine, mine,” you chant, replacing Asra’s hand with your own and spreading his lips open as you guide yourself into him. There’s a mutual sound of satisfaction–your dick filling him completely, and his walls hugging you snuggly. “Yours, yours, yours!” He gasps when you bottom out completely, your pelvis flush against his.

You set a steady pace, easing in and out, in and out, until you can hear the slapping of your balls against his ass and the stuttery panting of his breaths. “I have to- hah, mark you as mine, make it clear no one else can have you,” you begin to ramble, hands hooked under his thighs, your hips thrusting forward quicker, quicker, quicker.

Asra hiccups under the force of your hips, bouncing up on the bed with each thrust. He shakily wraps his legs around your hips, crooning in delight when you grab and hold his legs tighter around you. “Mine, mine, inside and out,” you moan, leaning down lower, bracing your arms by his head. Asra wraps his arms around you almost instantly, holding you chest to chest as you continue to fuck into him. “My Asra, mine, mine.”

You angle yourself on the next thrust in, hitting upwards, the head of your cock spearing against that sweet spot of his. The squeal that tears from his throat is almost instant, his nails digging into your back. You delight yourself in the feeling; your Asra is claiming you back, he’s putting his mark on you too, and it only makes your obsession grow.

“There, there, there!” He cries, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, pure pleasure coursing through every artery and vein. He’s never felt as good as he does now, he wishes you'd burrow yourself in and never leave if this is how you’ll make him feel.

You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, mouth latching on to faded hickeys and bites. Asra can't help but hold the back of your head in place, his eyes rolling back when you sink your teeth in. “Yes, yesyesyes! I’m so close, so close, pleasepleaseplease–”

He can feel your tongue drag over the fresh bite, hips jackhammering into him so hard he knows he’ll be limping in the morning; but he doesn’t care, he can’t care when he's so close. You wiggle your hand between your bodies, pressing your palm against his leaking cock and doing your best to rub in time with your humping, and Asra is finished.

He swears his vision goes white, his legs tightening like a coiled snake around your waist, and his nails digging into your back and hair, tugging and scratching, overwhelmed in the senses. Hot, liquid cum squirts from his cocklet, splattering against both of your stomachs and the color slowly returns to his sight, his scream coming out in a strangled mess.

“Come, come in me,” Asra begs weakly, overstimulation slowly creeping across his body, but it can’t stop now, not when you’re so close too. He guides your head back up from his neck, bumping his forehead against yours. “Please,” he hiccups. “Make me yours.”

Really, it’s all you need to finish; your wonderful, intoxicating Asra begging you to finish inside him, how can you tell him no? You hump into him, growing uncoordinated with the last few stuttery thrusts until you spill in him. Sound rushes into your ears, your body tensing as you pump your lover full of your cum.

Asra makes a pleased sound, slumping back against the bed, utterly boneless. You ease yourself in and out a few more times, ensuring you’ve drained yourself completely into him, truly claiming him from the inside out.

“Oh, oh wow,” he laughs when you dislodge yourself and watch the cum drip from his spent pussy. “That was so good, you're so good,” he babbles, pulling you back down to kiss you eagerly.

You melt against him, moaning into his mouth when he licks at your lips. Asra’s face is flushed with exertion when you part with a wet sound, eyes filled with pure love and adoration, and it's all because of you.

You think you could stare into those wonderous, lavender eyes for all eternity if he let you, and you’d destroy any obstacle in the way of that.

#spicy #asra #kofi request #sub arcana #yandere #the arcana game

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