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dearestones · 1 year

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A Flip of the Heart (Yandere! Tsuyuri Kanao x Reader)

Warnings: Yandere character, yandere behavior, implied stalking, obsessive behavior, etc.

Synopsis: Sometimes, you catch Miss Kanao staring at you with that fathomless gaze of hers.

The Butterfly Mansion was supposed to be a place of refuge for many of the members of the Demon Slayer Corps. For many, it was a place to recoup and heal after a mission that had gone either really right or terribly wrong. You were not part of the swordsmen who were the majority of the corps, but rather a servant who worked at the luxurious abode. Despite the fact that you did not wield a sword or did not have any outstanding special skills, you were still a valued member of the mansion. You were confident that your abilities to keep the grounds clean and maintained, while also aiding Miss Aoi and Lady Shinobu with their tasks in the kitchen and the infirmary.

In a world where the ever present threat of demons continued to plague the world, you were confident in thinking that you led a mostly content existence. You did not deny that there was a sense of melancholy whenever one of the demon slayers’ missions failed, but there was still hope budding as the ages long war continued to be waged. Despite your good fortune and health, you could not deny that while you could not ask for any more in life, you did wish that one of your superiors would… Well, you weren’t accusing her of anything nefarious, but you couldn’t help but feel that there was something off about Lady Kanao.

You were more than well acquainted with her backstory. Heck, there were times when you had to interact with her sometimes, especially when you needed to consult her on Lady Shinobu’s whereabouts. She was shy, withdrawn, and prone to consulting outside forces like luck in order for her to communicate or enact certain decisions. Most of your fellow servants had become accustomed to Miss Kanao’s idiosyncrasies and you should have as well, but for some odd reason… The young demon slayer had become fixated on you.

Well.

That’s how you would put it.

Over the past few months, you had noticed that the young girl had spent most of her time whenever she was not on a mission staring at you from the corner of her eyes, her coin either rolling between her knuckles or thrown up and down (although you noticed that she never glanced at which side it landed) before she would quickly flee the area. At first, you were concerned by the sudden attention that waxed and waned between missions, but eventually, you had come to terms that Miss Kanao was a harmless, if a bit strange, presence.

Even the three younger servants who helped aid in the recovery of three young swordsmen made sure to confide to you how odd it was that Miss Kanao paid that much attention to you. Each of them had come up with their own theories.

Naho said that maybe Miss Kanao wanted a new friend, but didn’t have the courage to face you.

Kiyo thought that maybe you had offended her a few months ago and had yet to inform you of what was wrong.

And Sumi simply shrugged and told you that maybe you should approach her first.

You thought about what they each had to say and found that Sumi’s suggestion didn’t sound half bad.

One day, after you had completed all of your chores and you knew that Miss Kanao had finished her training and was enjoying some rare free time, you decided to initiate conversation. This was not new territory for you: you always instigated conversation, but it was mostly due to the fact that you needed to ask a yes or no question. This time, you had the foolhardy hope that perhaps you could have a fruitful conversation with her.

It was still Miss Kanao and while she tried hard to not be so reliant on her coin to help her with her decisions, she needed a few more big pushes in the right direction in order to express herself.

She was outside in the courtyard, her face upturned to the sky and her eyes closed. For a moment, you paused in the middle of walking, almost ashamed to catch her in the middle of something private. As you watched, you saw that her chest was subtly moving up and down in practiced rhythmic motions, her mouth opened slightly. What was her breathing style called? Was it flower breathing?

You hummed under your breath—a mistake that you would kick yourself for when her face snapped down and her eyes caught you dead in her sights. Despite how little she interacted with others, her observational skills were top notch.

There was a reason why she was so proficient and had become Lady Shinobu’s tsuguko.

“Good afternoon, Miss Kanao!” You bowed slightly, the formality something you usually afforded to Lady Shinobu and the other hashira, but you still used it for Miss Kanao. She was around your age, but there was this air of grace and elegance, of there being a gigantic chasm that you had no way of bridging. If it was possible, you would have liked to be good friends with her, but that stare of hers… “Am I bothering you?”

Her lilac colored eyes gazed serenely in your direction. Despite that, however, you could tell that she was pondering your question and how to best answer you. Her coin passed from palm to palm easily, her fidgeting juxtaposing her seemingly tranquil nature. Was she nervous?

“If you’re not busy,” you continued. “I would like to talk to you? For a bit?”

She hesitated for a second, her coin falling from her left and into her right before her fist finally hid into one of her uniform’s pockets. Inwardly, you couldn’t help but congratulate her. Mr. Kamado had confided to you that he encouraged Miss Kanao to follow her heart and make decisions on her own instead of allowing external forces influence her decisions. Even something as simple as her choosing to stay with you and listen to what you had to say was a vast improvement.

The both of you sat on the engawa, the both of your legs dangling as the afternoon breeze caressed your skin. It was peaceful—perfect for the conversation that you had in mind. Despite your good fortune, you stalled a little, your decisiveness faltering when you realized that this was it. You were here with Miss Kanao. That attention that never wavered until the very last second for months on end never strayed from your profile. Not wanting to be rude, you reciprocated her gaze, but you instantly felt shy.

Her gaze was placid, but beneath the calm surface of her eyes, thoughts simmered and nearly bubbled to the surface.

Unbeknownst to you, Miss Kanao had been watching you back. These past few months, she had taken note of your strong work ethic, of the hope that continued to bolster and grow to fruition inside of yourself. Despite all of the heartbreak and brutality of the many demons that continued to ravage Japan, you were steadfast and continued to look forward to the future. Despite the fact that your skills would never force you to go to the frontlines of the battlefield, you were more than proficient with filling in one of the main roles of the Butterfly Mansion.

You made your decisions without freezing up and part of Miss Kanao envied you.

For Miss Kanao, she depended on having decisions falling into the hands of luck, but when it came to you, she realized that she couldn’t leave you to chance. You were strong in your own ways, but in the real world where you had no chance of fighting against demons? The demon slayer knew that you could only rely on her to keep you safe.

You bandaged Miss Kanao’s wounds and offered your companionship even if she could never muster up the courage to speak up for herself. Kindness was something that Miss Kanao was not as well acquainted with, especially in regards to her early childhood, but with you, it seemed that your kind hearted nature knew no bounds.

There were no outside motivations to your goodwill.

You did not depend on the winds of fate or the flip of the coin to influence your decisions. You merely thought and then acted.

Many people could say the same (and did the same), but Miss Kanao thought you were different.

And that sort of difference manifested in her wanting to change for you.

She thought you were like one of her flowers that she breathed and practiced katas for hours on end. There was a pattern, a distinct elegance that was about to you. You easily bent to the orders and rules that were upheld in the Butterfly Mansion, but you always stood tall and steady despite the terror and stress of being one of the few people in Japan who knew that demons still existed. For Miss Kanao, you were a flower that needed to be properly taken care of, always watered and facing the sun.

And if you were caught by demons, then you would surely wilt, yes?

You never realized this, but the more Miss Kanao began to appreciate your inner beauty and elegance that was akin to her chosen breathing style, the more she realized that she wanted to protect you. She wanted to study your habits and routine—to study your patterns that were just as distinct and as breathtaking as the petals on the most beautiful of flowers. In doing so, she watched you.

It started out benign enough. She wanted to see you, take a glance, and then return to her duties. Soon, however, she realized that her eyes would no longer stray from your figure no matter how much she tried. You were fascinating to watch and the demon slayer was transfixed.

She did not need to flip a coin to know that she wanted to hold onto your image forever.

But now—

Now that you sought her out for what appeared to be an important discussion (what else could it be? she would be a fool if she did not see the tension line your shoulders or the way your fingers dug into your uniform), she knew that something was about to change. For better or for worse, she had a choice to make.

Should she let her coin do the talking for her?

Or should she—

Before you could initiate the conversation with the reason why you wanted to talk to her—to confront her on her staring, to maybe find out why, to maybe tell her that it made you uncomfortable, but you hoped that this didn’t ruin your relationship with her—Miss Kanao withdrew one of her hands out of her pockets. You looked down to see what side of the coin it landed on, only to be confused when you saw that it was the smooth, but hardened flesh of her palm.

You met her gaze and your breath caught in your throat.

How she grew so close to you without your noticing, you would never know.

Leaning in close, she allowed her lips to curl upwards. Her eyes, you noticed, softened and you were in awe at just how pretty her irises were.

Yet, you could not deny that they pinned you to the floor of the engawa. No matter how much you ran or how cleverly you hid, you knew that her enhanced eyesight would find you.

You had no hope of ever escaping her and that thought brought a chill to you that was tempered by the startling fondness that swirled in her gaze.

How had you never noticed?

“Tanjiro told me to follow my heart,” she whispered to you. The hand that should have held her precious coin interlaced with yours and maybe it was because you were so caught up in the fact that she was speaking to you without aid or hesitation that you allowed her to do so. It wasn’t too bad, you would later think. Her skin was warm and you felt secure in her surprisingly strong grip. “But I would much rather follow you.”

She canted her head to the side and the grip she had on you tightened. Pay attention to me, she seemed to say without saying anything at all.

“You’d let me, won't you?”

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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chocolatemilk-77 · 2 years

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Hello, how are you? Can I ask what would shinobu do with a darling that's like her and relies on poison because they are too weak and can't slice a demons head off and can only rely on stabbing techniques so also a darling that learns her breathing as well as trying to adapt their own breathing form, what if they are stressed out because other demon slayers bully them whenever they aren't in the butterfly estate (maybe even include aoi and kanao as they also are taken by darling and have noticed that they are stressed so they go tell shinobu and they uh 'take care of it') I hope this is okay!

YESS MY FIRST ASK! I’m doing very well today, and I hope you’re good as well!

mentions of public humiliation, gore, broken bones, and tampering with medicine (none of this is aimed at darling, and doesn’t go into too much detail)

Honestly, I believe that the moment Shinobu learns that Darling is trying out techniques like hers, she takes them under her wing. Even if they don’t want the help, she aids them in subtle ways; pointing out how important certain ingredients are, correcting their stance so they can move their arms with more ease, all the sort.

Honestly, there’s a sense of pride in her whenever Darling uses any techniques she influenced, whether they know it or not. It’s also a way of telling other demon slayers that Darling is hers and that they shouldn’t mess with them.

Anyone who even thinks of bullying Darling is a straight up dumbass, because everyone should know that they’re under the care of Shinobu. Everyone should know just how protective the Insect Hashira is of her Darling. The other Hashiras know, the crows know, every demon slayer and their mother knows.

At first, when she finds out that Darling is working even harder to improve their fighting skills, she’s proud and offers to show them even more tips. She wants them to know that they can come by the Butterfly Estate any time! Besides, she and the other girls miss them whenever they’re away for so long!

However, the moment she notices just how stressed Darling is, she asks for names. She promises not to do anything too rash, she just wants to have a quick chit chat with the pests who don’t seem to know their place!

Even if Darling refuses to give away any information on their bullies, Shinobu will find out. After all, if they won’t talk, Aoi and Kanao certainly will.

Most of the time, Shinobu has one or both of them following Darling around, keeping tabs on them and making sure they’re safe.

If Aoi finds anyone badmouthing Darling, she’ll give them a piece of her mind. She calls them out right then and there, berating them in front of all their friends and letting everyone around them hear, overall just humiliating them, probably gives them a good smack to the face for good measure.

Kanao, on the other hand, says nothing. Instead, she just silently walks past them. She doesn’t make eye contact, she doesn’t tell them anything, she doesn’t even appear hostile in the slightest. Yet they can feel the anger radiating off of her. She knows, and they know she knows, and they know this isn’t gonna end pretty.

They’d both go to Shinobu right after and tell her who’s behind all of Darling’s suffering. She’ll thank them, and immediately get to planning.

Would she kill them? No, I don’t think so. However, she can’t just let them walk away scott free.

One day, she decides that she’ll be kind enough to join the group of demon slayers on their latest mission, and of course they say yes. Why would they turn down going on a mission with a Hashira?

Well, once they get to their destination, she’ll accidentally lure a few strong demons to the area, and while she’s busy taking care of the other demons, the other demon slayers are getting overwhelmed.

She lets them get roughed up a little bit- a gash here, a bite there, maybe letting them losing a hand or two, just waiting ‘till they’re at the brink of death- before she decides to be merciful and finishes off the demon tormenting them.

With a smile, she has the Kakushi carry them back to the Butterfly Estate and says that she’ll take good care of them.

Spoiler alert: she and the other girls make their lives a living hell.

They cover up their more aggressive acts as either “little accidents” or “necessary to the healing process”.

Kanao’s like, “What’s that? Your shoulder is dislocated? Here, I’ll fix it- oh. I accidentally squeezed your arm too tightly and broke a bone. My bad.”

And then Aoi’s like, “What do you mean the medicine made you feel worse? It’s not like we tampered with it or anything! I bet you’re just trying to get out of drinking your medicine! Drink it all!”

Remember those tests Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu had to do with the girls when they were recovering? The demon slayers here have to do all that, too, except they have to go against Shinobu. And when they lose, she’s constantly teasing and degrading them about how weak they are, and as she does that, they notice how familiar her harsh words are, as they’re the same words they used when insulting Darling.

When the girls decide that they’ve learned their lesson, they eventually let them go. Now, every time Darling so much as looks in their general direction, they apologize for getting in their way and scurry off, leaving Darling confused, yet kind of relieved.

I’m sorry, this was longer than I was expecting, I was just super excited and I actually really love this idea—

#yandere demon slayer #yandere kny #yandere shinobu #yandere kanao #yandere aoi #yandere butterfly estate #shinobu #kocho shinobu #shinobu kocho #kanao #aoi #yandere #demon slayer #kny #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba

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dearest-painter · 10 months

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JUST IMAGINE KANAO!READER IS TRYING THEIR BEST TO TALK TO TANJIRO WITHOUT THEIR COIN WHILE TANJIRO IS BASICALLY PATIENT LIKE “It’s ok darling, just take your time” WHILE EVERYONE IS JUST GLARING DAGGERS AT HIM

AWWW YES! Kanao!Reader is like having trouble and keeps stuttering while Tanjiro just smiles and waits patiently. Peter B is usually neutral but he hates Tanjiro for like some reason. Hobie has a coin on him for situations like this so he gives it to Kanao!Reader

#Kanao!Reader #yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #gn reader #yandere x gn reader #x gn reader #✉️mail arrived✉️#yandere x gender neutral reader #genderfluid enity answers!#gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #yandere spider man across the spider verse #yandere spiderverse

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megsssshie · 2 years

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IVE SEEN THIS PANEL BUT THEIR FACIAL EXPRESSIONS IN THE PANEL MAKE ME HAVE DARK THOUGTHS

#kny #shinobu kochou #kocho shinobu #demon slayer #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #mitsuri kanroji #shinobu kocho #kimetsu no yaiba #kanao tsuyuri #anime #kny zenitsu #kny rengoku #uzui tengen #tengen uzui #kyojuro rengoku #yandere kny

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writer4l · 5 months

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PLATONIC SHIGANSHINA TRIO X YOUNGER SIBLING !KANAO! PERSONALITY READER

WARNINGS:MENTIONS OF KILLING, STALKING, OBSESSION, CONTROLLING BEHAVIOR AND MANIPULATION, DRUGGING AND MORE.

MIKASA ACKERMAN:

1. She’s protective as hell, obviously, but when she sees you, your quiet, obedient, very beautiful (like you already are :)) and your obviously smart and strong like Kanao. But, I feel like she would try and use the fact you can’t make your own decisions against you. Like, for example, she’ll be like, “I know what’s best, just do what I said.”

2. She only catches you saying the same phrases over and over again, like quiet “hello”s or quiet “goodbye”s. She actually Doesn’t mind that you don’t talk much, she finds it comforting, she just wishes you would be a bit more social.

3. She likes that you listen, she’ll often reward you by giving you a kiss on your forehead, or she’ll reward you by patting your head.

4. Unlike eren, she won’t manipulate you, she’ll just, guilt trip you. And she won’t try to do it that much, since it makes her a bit guilty.

5. I’m general, she’s be understanding and polite with you, she’ll make sure you atleast try and make your own decisions.

ARMIN ALERT:

1.he just ADORES you, he thinks it’s both amusing and admirable that you can’t make your own decisions, yet, he feels a tad bit confused about why you flip the coin to make simple decisions. So he tries his best to help you start making decisions without the coin.

2. But, just because he helps you doesn’t mean he won’t use the fact you can’t make your own decisions to his advantage. He will make sure you do exactly what he says, if he ever feels like your silently questioning him, he’ll reassure you by saying stuff like, “Just please do what I said. I would never lie to you.”

3.MANIPULATIVE AF. He will take at everything to get you to do what he wants, and your only making it easier for him since you are naturally obedient and you don’t argue with what your told.

4.he cares about you even more than he already did. He Doesn’t want anyone other than him, mikasa, and eren to tell you what to do, since he feels and knows you can easily be taken advantage of.

5. Since your strong, he can’t necessarily drug or silence you if you ever went against him, since you could easily escape from him, mikasa and eren. But that’s ok, they will find a way to keep you down.

EREN YEAGER:

1.sorry guys, he likes the fact you listen and your obedient, but he Doesn’t necessarily like the fact you have to flip a coin to make easy decisions.so often, he hides your coin, or takes your coin away from you without you knowing. And when you ask where it is, he says a simple “I’m not sure.” With a shrug.

2. Just like armin, he will use the fact you can’t make decisions to his FULL advantage, he’ll have you stop being around people he doesn’t approve of easily, and he’ll make sure you are always listening to him clearly.

3.oh? You think he’ll guilt trip OR manipulative you? Your wrong. he’ll do BOTH. He knows exactly how to get you to believe him easily, and he will easily get you to be around or talk to people only he wants you to.

4.he will be a bit more gentle with you, since your strong and smart, you can easily outsmart him, or you can hurt him if you wanted to. But he and you know you would never do that.

5.I’m general, he makes sure your always in his sight, and he makes sure your attention is always on him, armin, or mikasa.

#yandere attack on titan #yandere shiganshina trio #kanao tsuyuri #yandere behavior #manipulation #mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger #armin arlert #demon slayer #attack on titan

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colourstreakgryffin · 8 months

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Reask<3

Just was very curious about THE nice sweethearts tanjiro and kanao’s yandere headcanons:) Rivaly would be interesting but separately is fine too😭 just do it to your liking love<3333 thanks💋

Sorry again about the whole issue before! But thank you so much! I really wanted to do rivalry but I just had no ideas! I’m very sorry!

Kamado Tanjiro

Tanjiro is very obsessive, possessive and clingy towards you that it feels like you can’t breathe with how close he is. He has lost too many things he loves and he won’t let you disappear so he loses all grasp on boundaries and breaks them over and over

Tanjiro spills out his swelling heart to you all the time as his red eyes darken in his dying morality. He proclaims his passionate love for you and how he will never leave you. How he will follow you around constantly, how he will devote his life to you

Tanjiro does not joke about what he says to you. He does stalk you as often as he possibly can and he keeps every routine he discovers about in mind so he can learn all this necessary information about you and use to try easier woo you. Everything he does is centred around winning you over

Tanjiro is very in love and going mad, but he isn’t sure if he can take anybody’s life. Despite how rotten his morality is, he is still a righteous person but he is not above using other twisted means like threats, blackmail, manipulation

Tsuyuri Kanao

Kanao is very talented at keeping her internal feelings and thoughts under the rug. The way she gazes at you is only known by her, since she is good ar hiding her secret obsession over you. That way, you won’t be scared of her if you don’t know how much you plague her mind

Kanao’s concept of reality is so cracked and chipped apart by delusions and fantasies over you that she truly can’t process any type of rejection you say to her. She thinks everything you do around her is for her and only her! You must love her like how she loves you

Kanao craves that love stim you give her by merely existing around her so she manipulates you and twists your words into letting her to visit you constantly, so she can bask in your belongings and even sniff the back of your neck to feel that amazing feeling course through her. She needs it

Kanao, unlike Tanjiro, is a bit more okay with getting violent with her love rivals and she will flaunter her work like a trophy, since she is proud to be able to ensure you are one step closer to become all hers. She won’t sit down and let some bumbling moron take you away from her, she will attack and mutilate if she must but not kill

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thedevilskitsune · 11 months

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Something funny is imade an oc that is a yandere and she's based off theres something about amy and i remember its kny and whats also sad is she obsessed over kanao tsyuri and she was like an insane monstrosity and im over here like: haha suffer.

#yandere #oc #kanao tsuyuri #obsessive yandere #obsession #haha lol #suffering #traumatizing #bored asf

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platonicyanderepanic · 9 months

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Attempt #2 electric boogaloo

Thank you for doing my last request. This is another one of my requests. And its fairly long... (is this a warning i don't know)

Genshin impact! Reader x kamaboko squad

My idea is that Reader has a hydro vision wielder and was transported somehow (cough Demon-Blood-Art cough) to demon slayer. And then becomes the older/younger (depending on who were talking (? writing?) about. I feel like Genya, Tanjiro (and sometimes Nezuko) would treat us like a younger sibling whereas Kanao, Zenitsu, Inosuke and sometimes Nezuko would treat us like an older sibling)

People think that reader uses an offshoot of water breathing but it's just them using their hydro vision.

Anyway- back onto the main idea.

After a fight between a group of demons, reader openly uses their hydro vision before getting knocked out. A hashira meeting ensues whilst reader is still knocked out.

Enter the kamaboko squad who become fast friends with reader once they are woken up. Because of Nezuko, everyone knows that demons can be good, so they think you are like her. So you are kept in a dark room with your new friends visiting until it is decided that you [will] or [won't] be executed.

Depending on the choice depends on the angst that can be given. But I don't know which one I prefer more,

Reader living and having to be kept "under surveillance" by a demon slayer. Ends up being the kamaboko squad, they can now protect and fight with their new sibling.

Or Reader is going to be executed and the kamaboko squad just yoink their new friend to keep them safe and to protect their new sibling.

Or reader is executed and they all grieve them and Nezuko manages to turn reader into a demon before they fully die making everyone question what reader is.

(Sorry that it's long, but I had a lot of info surrounding this idea and the different ways it could end (I'm indecisive) but thoughts on this idea?)

⭐️ anon

(Please add the images of the possible outfits for Hydro!Reader in this idea.

Inspiration for the outfits (Inazuma and):

◇Female, Yoimiya

◇Male, Kazuha

Hope you like it!)

here are the images ⭐️anon! I love the character design~ you don’t understand how excited I was when I saw the request for genshin!

reader probably feels so betrayed! They gave their whole life for the crops! Ohhhhhhh I just know I am gonna have brain rot over this idea hahahahah.

I personally like when the squad just yoinks them. I would love to hear more of this ideaaa

#platonic yandere #yandere demon slayer #kny #demon slayer #yandere genya #yandere tanjiro #yandere nezuko #yandere zenitsu #yandere inosuke #yandere kanao

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onyx66 · 2 years

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I haven’t posted anything here for a while so have another batshit insane Yandere Michael smiling. Inspired by Kanao’s face down below

#goth kids #south park #goth kids south park #michael south park #michael #tall goth #sp michael #south park fanart #michael sp #yandere michael (south park)#kny spoilers #yandere #kanao kochou #kimetsu no yaiba

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 4 months

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If you haven't done this, may I request for a yan!twst with a kanao or mitsuri MC, with Silver, Kalim, Leona, and Deuce?

Mitsuri Kanroji Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

You’re unbelievably strong despite it not looking like it. You eat loads and you’re hair has become the color of your favorite mochi. Don’t forget you’re one of a kind sword techniques and failed marriage meetings. You’re suitor’s want to enjoy the full extent of your oblivious admiration of love:

Kalim Al Asim

Loves your shining smile and sweet personality

And of course he’s just assured by how much you’re eating when you visit

He can’t wait to take you home with him

Silver

You’re the best pillow around

Not to mention he’s enamored with you in every way

Of course he’s always down for anyone who can survive his father’s cooking

Leona Kingscholar

Appreciates your appetite

Something he doesn’t mind

He also appreciates your strength

Your a little slow when it comes to his advances but you’ll understand him soon

He’ll make sure of it

Deuce Spade

He admires your strength along with you as a whole

He doesn’t care about that all that makes you different only focused on being worthy of you

But you’re just a little oblivious so he’ll help you by chasing off the horrible naysayers

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere deuce spade #yandere deuce spade x reader #yandere deuce x reader #yandere leona kingscholar x reader #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere leona x reader #yandere leona twst #yandere silver #yandere twst silver #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere kalim al asim #yandere kalim x reader #yandere kalim al asim x reader #yandere silver twisted wonderland

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yepperoniro · 11 months

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Three in the morning idea...

Alpha Hashiras x Omega Reader x Kamado Gang???

Did I add yandere? because, yeah, it has to be Yandere.

Master notes that the population of Demon Slayer Corp members keep getting weaker, and the Hashira's are on edge. So he figures let's solve both problems at once. He sends out Kakushi to locate a prime omega in their early 20 or late teens. That would be you.

You wake up in a strange, extremely fanciful manner with more questions than answers. But it all goes downhill because you felt your heat kicking in. You unintentionally follow the scent of alpha, which leads you to a room full of 6 unmated alphas, a mated pair, and one prime alpha - the Hashira.

You, in a shock, run off to the nearest building where you find solstice in a group of betas named Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Kanao, and Inosuke.

Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Kanao are all Platonic Yandere and want to protect you from being forcibly marked by one of the alphas.

Prime Alpha Tengen: Who has three omega wives already but could always use a prime omega wife.

Alpha Obanai and Alpha Mitsuri: Who are a mated pair and are looking for an omega to use as an incubator.

Alpha Kyojuro: Who wants nothing more than to find a mate and start a family.

Alpha Giyuu: Who has little interest in mating... until you come around and force him into his rut.

Alpha Sanemi: Who is the same as Giyuu. The only difference is that he plans on claiming you the second he sensed you.

Alpha Shinobu: Who is infuriated that her beta sister is banning her from getting herself an omega.

Alpha Gyomei: Who wants to shield you from all of the world's cruelties by marking you. For your protection, of course.

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yandere!poseidon with shinobu!reader headcanons

warning: manga spoilers, obsessive behavior, violence, strong language, sexual references, established relationship.

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

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Revenge is quite an odd feeling to possess. It’s a white-hot hunger that gnaws at the bones and twists the delicate muscles of the heart. It hurts, and there is nothing in the entire world that can stop it unless the target of this dark emotion has been dealt with.

When you had been alive, the target of your anger had been directed at Douma, the demon who had devoured your older sister Kanae like the ravenous lecher he was noted for being as Muzan’s Upper Moon Two. After rising to the rank of Hashira, you devoted yourself exclusively to pharmacology and applying it to your Breathing Style.

Medicine and poison went hand-in-hand. The only difference between them is the dosage.

You had died fighting against Douma, absorbed into his body as nourishment to strengthen him. He never knew your flesh had been contaminated with wisteria poison until the very last moment. The look on his face was ...satisfying as you cradled his decapitated head in your palms, smiling cruelly down at him. Although you were dissatisfied that the poison would not have been completed without assistance from Lady Tamayo, a demon doctor of all possible candidates, the results showed otherwise.

Your work was done. You’d leave the rest to Kanao and the others to destroy Muzan once and for all. You knew they could do it.

Eventually, your soul ascended to Valhalla, where you had hoped to spend it in peace alongside Kanae and your parents. Alas, nothing in this heavenly area is as it appeared or told by the elders. There were gods up here. Gods who could have helped humans as they were hunted by demons, but chose to ignore the prayers of their worshippers in favor of indulging themselves like beasts.They were no different than a mortal warlord who valued his own safety above the people’s.

And now, they wanted to destroy Midgard because it had become ugly in their eyes? No. That is not happening. For as long as you carry your sword and poisons, humanity will not be discarded like a child’s toy. The Demon Slayer Corps were expected to protect the people…so it was not against the rules to participate in Ragnarok as a member of the medical team.

Not at all. Especially since Lord Hades, for all the power he possessed, still needed the Demon Slayer Corps to ensure that nothing got past the broken barriers of the Bifrost and to maintain order without causing a panic in Valhalla.

Hah…how annoying. You doubted your dear lover would be happy to hear about this. Despite his shortcomings, he was still a good man and an incredible fighter. Brunhilde would have been a fool to not select him as a representative of humanity.

You were never one to convey false humility. If you believed that someone is an excellent combatant, you meant it.

He could spend hours in the forest honing his abilities, pushing himself to where he would end up in your clinic within the Butterfly Mansion…and yet he still had the energy to spend time with a twisted person such as yourself.

For all of the imperfections you possessed, the anger that still burned in your heart, he still found charming qualities that made him unable to resist you. To swear an oath of love and devotion beneath a wisteria tree, even when he would be fighting against the gods.

A few days before Rangarok began, however, Brunhilde flew to the Demon Slayer Corps with startling news that would forever change the game between the humans and gods, incredibly agitated. But to you, it was another opportunity. You assured her everything would be all right.

Be calm, and let the gods think that simply switching out their opponent’s fighters until the very last moment. After all, humans are able to endure quite a lot more than divine creators…with a far better temperament.

Brunhilde’s sharp green eyes narrowed at your words, analyzing them with a cold frown before she slowly nodded and promptly left without saying anything else. Once she left, you left the breath you had been holding and ushered the terrified Nao to come out from under your desk, asking if she could bring some strong tea and rice balls.

You had much more to do now than simply packing up your medical equipment~.

You could still hear the screaming from the arena even when behind the sliding paper doors of your designated room. Two bouts have passed, and the favor is still with the gods. But it was nothing to fret about. Your nichirin sword was sheathed at your side, the blade dosed with the poison you’ve been preparing leading up to Rangarok. Two weeks were spent on finding the perfect balance of toxins, followed by trial and error on its effectiveness.

Who knew a Valkyrie like Brunhilde would have access to vials of divine blood, let alone the idea of a god actually going through medical checkups? It was certainly a game-changer, and now you were confident that the Einherjar poison would do its job perfectly.

It was a shame you couldn’t test it on Apollo again; the bastard is still lurking around in Valhalla, but you were quite certain he’d never try to touch Kanae without her permission ever again. The poison you used on him was specifically designed to create impotence, and he certainly loved to fool around with anyone. It took weeks for it to be out of his system, and you were placed on trial for an assassination attempt on a god.

If it hadn't been for Hades’ interference, you would be Nifhelim instead of being sentenced to ten years of home arrest and unable to take on missions unless it was an emergency. As if sensing your distress, the sword at your side thrummed.

Blinking, you looked down and smiled softly, giving the scabbard a few soft pats. “Thank you, I’m all right. Now…shall we go kill a god and bring a victory for mankind?”

The sword rattled in its scabbard, as if answering with you in delight at the prospect of a fight. Your smile transformed into a feral grin, excitement pumping in your veins as you walked out of the foyer and towards the entrance, carefully sliding on your zori sandals and brushing off dust from your butterfly-winged patterned haori.

Inhaling a deep breath with your eyes closed, you pulled the sliding door to the left, just as a shriek went right through your ears. Wincing slightly, you opened them to see Brunhilde and her younger sister Goll standing in front of your quarters.

You smiled at them. “It’s my turn, isn’t it?” Goll just stared at you with pink cheeks and wide green eyes, the one physical trait she shared with her silent older sister as the latter nodded. Your smile widened, stepping out into the marble corridor and taking an immediate right. The Valkyries were close behind.

“May the Einherjar prevail.” Brunhilde said

“We will.” You said. “And should anything happen to me-”

“Kanao will be in good hands.” The Valkyrie said. “Your lover…that man will -”

“He will carry on and look after my sisters. That’s how it has always been, even after he found out I was a Hashira for the Demon Slayer Corps.” You replied. The sounds of the arena were growing closer, humanity’s entrance into the colossal stadium growing brighter. Followed by the sound of…water? You tilted your head to the side, walking towards it and saw…a boat tied to the mast of a deck?

You sighed, stepping across the wooden planks and unraveling the rope before pushing it out to wherever it led you. As Goll shouted ‘good luck’ and Brunhilde gave a nod, one thought slipped into your mind. Why did the gods have a flair for the dramatics?

Heimdall flew over the arena in a hot air balloon that was just the right size for him, circling around a circular-shaped platform that was surrounded by dark blue water and gigantic lotuses. Raising his horn up, the god screamed through it so his audience could hear him loud and clear.

"While Zeus is the god of the cosmos, he who controls the seas is the tyrant of the oceans! The ruler of the seas! Even the gods fear the wrath of the most fearsome of deities! The second of the three Olympian brothers..."

The spectators began to warm up, anxious about what they were about to witness, a feeling of superiority common among all. No one dared to invoke his name, waiting for Heimdall to do so.

"...Poseidon!"

A roar arose among the divine spectators, the coliseum from the excitement shaking all but it was instantly silenced with a single, icy glance from the God of Gods. Even the human’s side was stunned at how the gods feared their representative so much that they could not utter a single word. Heimdall could only be thankful that he was in the air and not down there with them. He then cleared his throat, turning towards humanity’s corner.

"On the other side!"

Attention shifted to the opposite side of the arena, where a single wooden boat plowed through the gentle waves as it carried a single passenger towards the dias. The air became heavy again. To destroy a god like Poseidon, his opponent needed to be someone who was just as powerful and terrifying.

"Silent as a butterfly, yet deadly as a wasp, a fighter worthy of serving the gods! She is one of the few mortal souls brave enough to put her life on the line once more, to protect the Bifrost from destruction and slay those demons who would dare to cross the barrier into Valhalla!”

The crowd was going wild, the anticipation palpable. Never had they heard about a human of this caliber participating in Ragnarok, let alone someone who was intricately tied to the privacy of certain high-ranking individuals. Some had even scoff that such a the existence of such a human soul was nothing more than a fairy tale.

The boat bumped roughly against the dias, causing the passenger to stumble slightly as she stepped off the boat. She slowly climbed up the steps with a hand raised over her eyes in an attempt to shield them from the blinding sun and a hand around the scabbard of her sword.

“She is the one who had sacrificed her life to destroy the gluttonous demon known as Douma, and has a hatred for the gods that would even be dared to match the Father of All Humanity, Adam! Please welcome….the Demon Slayer Corps’ very own Insect Hashira, [First Name] Kocho!”

Poseidon could not believe he allowed himself to be a participant in Ragnarok at Zeus’ behest when that little shit knew he did not wish to fight against insects. A perfect being should never extend even a quarter of their true power unless the opponent is worthy. There is no living being in the entire universe worth his attention, let alone a second of his time.

Yet the Fates had other plans; not only humanity’s representative is a member of Hades’ precious Demon Slayer Corps’ brigade, it is the very same swordswoman who had poisoned his nephew simply because he had gotten too handsy with her sister. Honestly, did mortals have nothing else to do with their time in Valhalla? But since he is already here and there is no turning back at this point, he might as well try to give a small show to these simpletons.

He watched with disinterest as the [Hair Color] Hashira twirled her blade between delicate fingers with a serene smile, then quickly adjusting her grip on the hilt before crouching down. She then bolted, dashing towards him at an astounding speed and thrusting out her sword.

If Poseidon were any less than a divine god, he surely would have been nicked by the blade’s tip in the collarbone or the arm.

But he is not - he simply maneuvered his body to the right, thrusting his trident forward, expecting a clean hit straight in the center of the human’s pathetic body and ending this match. It did not happen; instead, her feet landed on the outer prongs of his trident and pushed herself upwards, using the momentum to make an elegant backflip, putting space between them.

[Eye Color] orbs blinked owlishly at him before they closed into tiny crescents, and her gentle smile widened ever so slightly.

“My goodness, you are quite fast. Perhaps I’ll need to -”

Enough. Raising his trident, Poseidon unleashed a barrage of incessant thrusts in all directions, rotating in a circular pattern. Amphitrite would be more than enough to finish off his opponent. It would even be considered a great honor to bestow upon a pathetic mortal woman who called herself a warrior. Yet to his annoyance, she dodged each thrust, and only one made its mark on the left shoulder. Her smile faded, replaced with an annoyed frown as she leapt backwards again. He sneered. Same tactic as before. Putting distance between them before attacking. Can she only do that? How did she even survive this long?

Clutching her injured limb, she clicked her tongue in disappointment. “Hm. Not only is your agility and mastery of the trident impressive, you do not even allow a lady to finish what she is going to say? Goodness, there is no limit to a god’s arrogance, is there?”

Poseidon felt his eye twitch. He reacted. Him, a god of perfection who had no need for emotions. Why is he acting like this? He must be composed, unaffected by the malicious words of a human. His reputation as a God feared by All the Gods is on the line here.

She readjusted her grip on the sword again, zigzagging across the dias. He deflected ten parries with his trident, yet five shallow cuts appeared on his body. He fucking bled. Him.

Fed up with this charade, he knelt down, catapulting into the sky and bringing his trident down upon the vermin. Chione Tyro Demeter. With his enhanced speed, which created countless afterimages of the attack, it was virtually impossible to dodge all of them. The little human tried, but she got injured…she still is not dead, much to his chagrin.

Clank.

However…the sheer force of Chione Tyro Demeter had been enough to shatter her sword. Surely, she would dare to challenge a god to a fight with a broken blade. No. She will surrender, and this will be all over…so why is she still smiling? How dare she turn her back on him?!

“An impressive attack. If I hadn’t continued my training after ascending to Valhalla, I surely would have already been dead. Although, I must confess,” The Insect Hashira leaned down, picking up the other half of her sword, “You’ve saved me a lot of trouble just now. I really should thank you…even when the idea of showing gratitude to a god really makes me nauseous.” She tightened her grip on it, blood beginning to spill from her clenched palm. “If you believe I am going to cry and beg for mercy when I’ve put everything on the line to protect humanity….you’re mistaken. We begged for help through prayers, yet none of you listened. Tell me…is taking a human life that exciting? Do you find joy in destroying your creations like a child? Or are you just bored that there is nothing going on, just humans existing, and you want another war to get the blood pumping?”

The tension in the coliseum fell into an uneasy silence, soft murmurs carried out by the wind. Not even the commentator could say nothing…not that it mattered to Poseidon. Such things were of no concern to a god. He raised his trident, ready to launch another attack when a bright green light enveloped the mortal…no. It was emitting from her shattered sword. Hovering by the Hashira’s side were two women - splitting images of each other, one was calm while the twin was angry.

She glanced up at either of them. “I’m so sorry it took this long to summon you like this, my friend. I ask, will you lend me your strength for ten, no fifteen minutes? Timing is critical at this stage.”

Hrist’s aggressive persona smirked, delicate-needlepoint canines gleaming under the sun.

“Do you even have to ask? Let’s take that fucking god down immediately. For our sisters, Reginleif and Randgriz!”

Her dominant personality, the one who trembled before the gods, glanced over at you with calm emerald eyes before nodding softly. You smiled at the Valkyrie. “Thank you…both of you.” You crouched down for a split second, knees bent and eyes focused on the tyrant of the oceans, before you bolted. Poseidon used Amphitrite again, but thanks to Hrist’s abilities, your speed increased tenfold. And with two swords in your hand, you were able to easily deflect more of his attacks. But you needed to make it last as long as possible.

Fifteen minutes….ten….five…seven…three…two…one.

Poseidon suddenly fell forward, though he quickly steadied himself from collapsing head first by planting his trident into the stones. The coliseum had gone quiet, speechless at the sight of seeing the feared God of All Gods on his knees. He glared up at you, hatred swimming in those orbs.

“What have you done?” He hissed.

You smiled. “Oh, nothing much. Given your title as the ruler of the oceans, you are a master of hydrokinesis. Compared to what I used on Apollo, it’d be pointless to inject a water-based poison into your bloodstream to have any effect on your body. So I decided to use something a little more…effective. Corrosive.” You said. “Right now, the poison is starting to slowly feast on your body, starting with the bones. The muscle tissues will be next, followed by your organs.”

“You dare…to do this to a god?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Was there ever any doubt that I’d actually try to kill you? Come now, you’re smarter than this…at least I’d hoped so.”

Shaking your head softly, you glanced upwards at a hovering hot air balloon, addressing a certain deity. Heimdall.

“Mister Announcer? Would you say that this is a victory for humanity? Poseidon won’t be able to do anything in his current predicament, and…I might need some medical attention myself.” You added, suddenly feeling woozy and black dots appearing in your line of sight.

The dull throb in your bones indicated the Volundr’s dissipation, followed by a bright green light and a curvaceous body pressed against your uninjured side. You turned and saw Hrist scowling, golden orbs narrowed in annoyance. “Moron. Don’t be afraid to ask for help if ya can’t even walk!”

“Now, now, just give me a moment to use Total Concentration Breathing to clot the blood -”

“Fuck no! I’m gettin’ your ass to the infirmary, now!”

“Goodness, such foul language!”

“Like you’re one to talk!”

“W-With that being said…” Heimdall stammered. “T-The third bout between creator and creation…against all the odds stacked against them…THE INSECT HASHIRA STANDS AT THE TOP AS THE WINNER! WHAT WE HAVE JUST SEEN WITH OUR OWN EYES IS AN EVENT THAT NOT EVEN THE MIGHTIEST OF GODS COULD HAVE PREDICTED! BUT WILL IT BE ENOUGH WITH JUST ONE VICTORY FOR HUMANITY, AND TWO GLORIOUS VICTORIES FOR THE GODS?!”

The crowd was going absolutely wild; the gods were stunned at the mere thought that a mortal had bested them or screamed that this bout had been rigged or that you had cheated, demanding a rematch. The humans’ side was the one with the joyous cries and praises, no doubt Brunhilde was beside herself with elation that humanity had finally beaten a god.

Amidst the cheering and Hrist’s grumbling as the both of you walked through humanity’s entryway in the coliseum, your mouth curled into a grin. You had done your part to protect mankind…now, the rest would be left to the other contenders.

Before you could take another step, your knees buckled and the pain in your body increased tenfold. If it hadn’t been for a pair of arms coiling themselves around your hips, you would have fallen onto the floor immediately. Blinking, you turned your gaze upwards and saw dark brown eyes staring down at you in utter adoration as if you’d hung the stars in the sky moments ago rather than defeating a god.

“You’ve made history today, my love.” Sasaki Kojiro murmured, pressing a kiss against the side of your head. “For a moment, I confess that you did have me a little worried.”

You sighed, leaning forward to press your head against his chest, just for a moment. “It wasn’t intentional….although I wished I had decapitated that bed-hopping relic where he stood instead of letting him suffer from the poison. But that would be considered an act of kindness from someone such as myself. Better luck next time.”

Kojiro tutted. “Not while you’re in this condition, dearest.” He said, grabbing your other arm and draping it across his shoulders. “Now, let’s get you looked at before it's my turn to fight the gods. And don’t even think about using the Total Concentration Breathing method. You know I have very good hearing~.”

Poseidon was frozen on the dias. The sun burned his skin, and worse still were the looks of the sheep in the stands. Defeat, compassion, pain, and it fucking pissed him off. In that moment all he wanted to do was scream and eradicate any trace of life that bore witness to his defeat against a mortal woman. But he couldn’t even feel his fingers. The poison was so strong, pumping rapidly through his bloodstream, that it had been decided that he would be carried out of the arena by only his most trusted servants.

Proteus did his best to keep everyone calm and not react as they headed towards the palace, yet even he was still shaken up by this chain of unforeseeable events. When the tyrant of the seas had been brought to his chambers, the staff immediately departed without another word, fearing for their own life should they do anything to anger their lord any further.

But the truth is much more frightening and bizarre than anyone could have conceived as he laid in his bed, dark blue orbs staring blankly at the pearl-inlaid ceiling above him.

In the smallest corner of Poseidon’s mind, that battle had awakened something in him. A dark, primal desire that should not be directed towards a mortal. However, if it is her poison, then she is the one who added this…whatever he is feeling, to curse him.

That had to be the reason why his heart was pounding against his ribcage, his mouth to go dry at the thought of the Insect Hashira, naked and writhing underneath him in ecstasy.

He gritted his teeth. “Shit.”

Slowly, very slowly, he began to move his fingers. Then his toes. Several hours later, Poseidon concluded his entire body was functional again except for his mind. The desire to conquer the Insect Hashira, [First Name] Kocho.

She was a graceful, silver-tongued creature who compensated for the physical strength she did not possess with agility and extensive knowledge on pharmacology. In his eyes, she would make a perfect queen. And if she resisted him, well…

"You asked for it, witch."

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