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cutelittlevamp · 2 years

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Bad puppy

Now, this was actually just a random thought I had. Thought I could as well share it with you

This is a short Yandere!Divus Crewel x Reader

Stay healthy everyone and have a nice day^^

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“This isn’t right. I may be naive, maybe even easy to manipulate but I’m not stupid and I won’t be playing along anymore. Go play your twisted games with somebody else but I’m leaving.”

He didn’t follow you when you went for the door and you thought you may have left him speechless for once in his life but it was a whole other reason he didn’t go after you right away.

There simply was no need.

The only reaction you got from him was a short whistle and once you reached the front door you knew the reason for it: His Dalmations were sitting attentively in front of the door.

Normally you got along very well with them but their behaviour right now put you on edge. They even growled when you came too close.

Standing there at a loss with the dogs blocking the only exit you had you could finally hear him approach you. You didn’t turn around to face him once the steps stopped but you knew he was smiling.

“Did you train them to keep me from the door?” He chuckled darkly.

“A well trained and cared for dog will do anything to please its owner and I expect good behaviour from anyone who stays within my home.”

“I do not wish to stay within your home, Divus.”

When you turned around to face him he stood right behind you with a calculating grin on his face.

“I know you don’t, pup, but that’s just normal with puppies. They might try to run away or misbehave.” He took a step closer and reached out towards you but you quickly ducked out of his reach, looking at him defiantly. It earned you a frown from him, but then he smiled again and you realised that you did not just step out of his reach but also further away from the door giving him room to stand in front of it with his dogs.

“Puppies need to be well trained to learn to appreciate their owner. To love him just the way he loves them. Sometimes he might need to be especially strict with some of them but in the end they will learn where their place is.”

Then he moved his signature pointer to point at his neck and subconsciously you reached for your own, feeling the choker he gave you beneath your fingers.

Only then you really realised what it had meant for him when he had put it on you.

You were his puppy and he’d make sure to train you well so you’d never forget who you belonged to.

#twisted wonderland #yandere #oneshot #yandere x reader #divus crewel #twisted wonderland divus #twst divus #yandere divus crewel #tw murder #tw pet play #tw yandere #twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #this is actually my 100th entry... how?

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lilithlovescokezero · 1 month

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me @ him because i want him all to myself and for him to always give me attention 🩷🩷🩷🩷

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garoujo · 1 year

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hanma is one of those unfairly handsome strangers who’s always so ridiculously charming when you keep coincidentally bumping into eachother in the coffee shop or when you’re on a night out with your friends and you’re waiting on your ride, offering to drop you off in his sleek car with his expensive suit and intoxicating cologne. you’ll giggle and huff out a little “oh! i remember you, we meet again.” before he’s grinning all wide & smug, looking at you through his frames like “can’t complain about seeing a pretty thing like you again.” like he doesn’t have your whole fucking schedule memorised so he can watch your every move.

#ʚ・◞📎 — em entry.#˚◞ ஜ shuji!#cw yandere #just incase :3 #a guy talks to you in a club and suddenly he’s nowhere to be seen a few moments later #but there’s shuji because oh ofcourse it’s HIS club and ur little friend was ‘too drunk’ but he’ll take care of u in his place

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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∑一Entry 1・゜・。

summary: it’s like a diary, that tells the story from one perspective, only their inner thoughts, of their story with donnie, & spoiler alert I don’t think there will be a happy ending

warnings: first meetings, strangers to friends to lovers, cloaking brooch, eventually angst, obsession, jealousy, yandere behavior, unedited

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I met someone today.

They were interesting.

And what was even more interesting was that I thought to myself, ‘I’d like to see them again.’

We talked for a bit, about mundane things. Stuff that I don’t find interesting at all. The weather. New York is a cold place. Usually. But today the weather had been…

What had he called it..?

‘Superb’

It was clear skies, sunny, with a bit of wind so it wasn’t too hot. Supposedly this was his perfect day. I wouldn’t use that word, it was alright. But I found him, very cute. For phrasing it that way.

What made us have a conversation to begin with?

He had saved me. From myself! My shoelaces always come undone as you know. And he was walking past me, when accidentally he stepped on the laces, and down I went, mid-step, jerking slightly from my pace being cut off.

He was pretty quick. My eyes were wide open as I watched the ground get closer and closer. I had accepted my fate. Then his arm had shot out, slinging under my waist and pulling me backward on my feet.

After the apologies and thank yous, and him pointing out the cause of my problems. He knelt down on one knee, and tied my shoelaces.

It was something that only happened to the romance leads in movies. I never thought anything so cliche would happen to me. But I was thankful as I got to watch him work. Deft fingers, long eyelashes. He smelled good, he wore purple.

More thank yous. And then I did something I normally never do. I asked for his name. Donatello. Unusual! I’ve never met one of those before. A classic name. Outdated for sure. But rememberable nonetheless.

Instead of parting ways, I decided to keep going outside of my little box. Since he was so interesting. He had the greenest eyes I’d ever seen. I commented on it, and he stuttered a little.

‘T-thank you..’

That wasn’t all either. He wore a ring that he liked to twist and twist and twist. It was mesmerizing when I finally noticed it. His little habit. I noticed a bunch of things as we walked the trails in Central Park.

He told me that he had needed the fresh air, to get out and away from his family for a bit. I had a similar reason though I didn’t say it. The noise, it had been so deafening in my tiny apartment. I had to get away from it. It followed me outside, to the park.

It only seemed to stop when I met him. Donatello. Maybe that’s why I found him so interesting. I didn’t notice it at the time.. but yes, I think that is why. He made all the noise go away! It was nice and quiet for once, with the sound of his voice filling up the rest of the space.

He had a nice voice too.

We walked, and talked, he talked more than me. But that’s normal. I don’t like talking. He does though, and he had a lot to say. It seemed he needed someone to listen. So I lended both my ears willingly.

By the time the sun started to set we had walked the trail three times. I hadn’t wanted that to be it. A chance encounter. A kind person who would become a distant memory. No. Maybe not. I don’t think I would’ve ever forgotten about him.

Luckily it seemed I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. He had said,

‘Thanks for listening to all of that… I’m not usually an over-sharer!’ He chuckled before continuing,

‘Would you want to exchange numbers? I think it’s pretty rare to find someone you can talk easily with, I’d much rather you than Dr. Feelings’

He had to explain that last part. But my phone was out and ready all the same. This moment felt really important. I felt like I had to write it down. So here we are. Now I will never ever forget.

I haven’t texted and neither has he. I probably won’t reach out first. But maybe I will. I have yet to decide. Though I hope to see him again soon.

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∑一Entry 2・゜・。

If I had known it would take two weeks until he would reach out, I wouldn’t have made that promise to myself to not reach out first.

It was just below torture. Watching. Waiting. I thought maybe I would see even the three little dots pop up a few times. That maybe he had been thinking of me too.

I don’t think he had.

But that’s okay.

He reached out on his own violation eventually. Which felt nice. He had texted,

‘Greetings’

Very formal!

‘Would you like to walk in Central Park again?’

He provided the exact location and time to meet. I got there early. He seemed to have the same idea! All in purple once more. And he wore the same ring too.

We walked, and we talked. It felt just as nice as before. He was so talkative. He was funny. He was kind. I got too distracted a couple of times, staring intently at him instead of my surroundings. Twice I had almost walked into another person, and once I had tripped. All by accident.

He was just as swift as before. Easily reaching out to pull me close or pull me up. Not letting me fall. Not allowing me to run into someone’s back.

‘You should be more careful.’ He told me.

I nodded. My cheeks were warm after that. It felt quite embarrassing to have been told that. He had no idea how careful I was. I hardly ever leave the apartment after all! In fact I don’t think I had left since the last time I had seen him.

It was much safer inside. But I had a reason to get out now. He was worth it. He didn’t talk as much as the first meeting. So I asked some questions. He was 18! Just like me.

His favorite color was indeed purple.

His hobbies were botany and fixing everyone else’s problems.

He liked video games, and making ‘tech.’

That really had gotten some long winded speeches out of him. He was very smart it seemed. Much smarter than me.

I could hardly keep up with the big words he used. It all sounded very technical and advanced. But he was so animated when he got worked up into a talk frenzy. It was cute.

All I could hear was his voice, so soothing, so happy. It was musical. I could have it on repeat. Every day.

‘We should do this more often! Would you like to schedule regular meetings?’

It was asked very suddenly. But I agreed instantly. Now in my calendar, every Wednesday, from 5pm to 6pm, we would have our walks. And we would talk. Though this one had lasted much longer than 6. But he said it wouldn’t always be that way.

He was very busy. And yet, he stayed til 8pm. He had paused before leaving. I wondered what he had thought of. I didn’t have the courage to ask. Maybe I will next time. Next Wednesday.

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∑一Entry 3・゜・。

Now that I had a specific day to look forward to, every day before that was boring. Each day that drew closer was filled with imaginary conversations.

What shade of purple would he wear this time?

How many times would he twist that ring?

My guess was 24 times. Maybe less since supposedly our time limit was an hour.

But before that magical day could come. I was forced to socialize with the landlord. Late payments. Threats. No money, no apartment. It was all so annoying.

I didn’t have any money left. The rent and other necessities took it. Which meant I would have to get a job, again. Unemployment checks should last forever.

So I had to socialize even more. I talked to one place for a job. They were always hiring. Luckily they didn’t ask for a resume or anything really. I told them I could work any day but Wednesday.

Those were for Donatello. Even though it was just one hour. I would need time to prepare.

With the job lined up, the little social battery that I had was completely drained. And I had two days to recover before Wednesday rolled around.

I couldn’t sleep. For those two days. The noise. It’s so loud. It wouldn’t let me sleep.

Makeup hid the dark circles that had encompassed my eyes. But no amount of makeup could hide the fact that I was tripping over my own two feet way more often than usually.

My eyes were wide open. I watched Donatello check my shoelaces multiple times. After the sixth time he suggested that we should just sit.

‘Is everything okay?’ He had asked me a personal question. This felt really important. And I struggled with how to answer. The truth?

‘I-‘

Coward. I was too much of a coward. Only one word of the truth came out before I changed my cowardice mind. I told him everything was fine. That I was just a little tired. That work had been hard. Which led to more questions.

‘Where do you work?’

‘Oh! What do you do?’

‘I see, well I hope they aren’t overworking you! If you ever..’

He had went off on another tangent about legal work hours. And other stuff that flew over my head. I think I would’ve been able to understand if I hadn’t been so exhausted.

And sitting on that bench, with Donatello’s voice going on forever and ever, it was calming. My wide eyes drooped. The initial excitement of my new favorite day had been overshadowed by my body being awake for three days.

I don’t know when I fell asleep. It was somewhere around the conversation about robots and the very real possibility of sentient life. Donatello had been very adamant when my expression had turned doubtful. But I think that was just my confused face. Even my facial expressions weren’t working right.

When I woke up, my head was resting just below his shoulder. Against his arm. He was very still. His other arm, that had his other hand, held his phone and he was scrolling through some app. Purple. Messages. My eyes were so blurry it took a couple of blinks to finally see that he was messaging someone.

Someone named April.

I must’ve moved or jerked or did something because the phone went black and he murmured my name.

‘You okay?’ He asked it again. It felt like a second chance. And so I told him the truth. That I hadn’t slept for a while. I didn’t say how long. But he nodded as I found the strength somehow, to move away from his arm. He was cool to the touch.

‘I understand, I don’t have the best sleep schedule either so I’m in no position to judge,’

This was said in a joking manner. He smiled kindly as he looked down. I surely looked like a bleary-eyed mess. But he was so kind, so nice. I smiled too. And it was 7:30!

‘Do you mind if I walk you home? I wouldn’t want you to fall asleep on your feet! Or worse you trip into someone else’s arms,’

He had laughed quite loudly after that. I could only feel my ears getting really hot. After a moment I realized he had gotten really quiet. I picked up the slack. It returned to normal after a few questions,

‘What’s your favorite plant?’

‘What do you do for work?’

‘Did I say anything in my sleep?’

I was really curious about the last one. I wasn’t worried. Just curious. Turns out I hadn’t said a thing. And that Donatello was a problem-solver in all aspects of life. But mainly he helped people with computer problems, and he fought bad guys ‘Haha just kidding, unless you consider hackers bad guys’

They were in my book! He had turned his ring three times in a row after that answer. As for the plant one, he had many purple flowers he listed off.

‘What?? You don’t know what lilacs look like?’

I had shook my head. Nothing really came to mind except the color lilac. That was another shade of purple..right?

‘I’ll have to bring some for you next Wednesday!’

He had declared this and even though I tried to say he didn’t have to! That I could easily look them up. I was happy when he told me not to, that he would show me.

This would be my first physical gift from Donatello. I am looking forward to next Wednesday even more than usual now. And I promised him and myself that I wouldn’t look up lilacs, it would be a surprise.

#triple hit #tmnt fandom #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello x reader #rottmnt donatello #donatello hamato #first person view #diary entry #rottmnt drabble #fan fiction #yandere #donnie hamato #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #rise donatello #2 am posts #late night writing

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crisiscutie · 1 year

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venus.

Summary: After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Sephiroth finally comes home. Holding... unique gifts, just for you. Companion fics here and here.

Pairing: Implied AFAB Reader x (OG) FF7 Sephiroth

Content Warnings: NSFW (no actual sex but heavy sexual themes are present). Confinement. Gaslighting. Size Difference.

Word Count: 764

As Sephiroth's approach drew near, you rise, your body trembling with anticipation and anxiety. Your beloved confined you here, in the haven of this mako crystal-filled cave, while he was attending to his duties. He promised when he's finished, you can go out and experience the world transformed in his vision, together. And it's not like you're lonely, much. Every day, He takes moments to commune with you, whispering sweet nothings, and his clones often come around to cuddle you too...

But you yearn for his true embrace. Sephiroth told you when the reunion happens, his real body will emerge from its crystal prison. But the wait for this reunion is a never-ending cycle of agony. It felt like an eternity had passed since he last said that. Every time you looked at the crystal prison holding his damaged body, you’re overwhelmed by a deep, gnawing sorrow, just like how you feel now. So many promises he made to you, each one more sweet than the last. When will his dreams be realized!?

"Don’t be sad... Why tremble with sorrow that’s not even there?”

His suave words, like honey, flow from his warm voice, leaving a content smile on your face. You can almost feel his large gloved hands, stained with the blood of those human parasites, cupping your soft, rosy cheeks. He’s right, there is no sorrow here.

He’s doing everything he can to make the world safe for you and your future spawn. No matter how hard the wait is, you (shouldn’t) won’t complain. If only there was a way to show him how much you appreciate him. Maybe when you both reach the Promised Land, you'll find a dazzling jewel that will make his eyes light up?

And speaking of your future spawn, when will Sephiroth finally prepare your body? He once said when he gets the right materials, it's important for your body to do necessary "exercises"... You don't know what exactly he meant, but you know your love has your best interests in mind. That's why you need to wait.

You sense a wave of energy radiating through your body as you peer straight ahead. He’s here. You bit your lip to stop the giddy squeal of delight that threatens to escape as you see your beloved manifesting in the distance. You run towards him, your heart singing with joy. He is really here, in the flesh. You are so lucky to have someone like him. Someone who will always be there, showering you with unconditional love, affection and-

You freeze in your tracks when you see the menacing gleam in his mako, catlike eyes. His eyes are filled with ravenous desire as he finishes manifesting from the darkness. Have you done something wrong? But how? You haven’t interacted with his clones or anything else all day. He was even praising you earlier, telling you how much of a good girl you’ve been and how you deserve to be rewarded for it. So why is he staring at you like that?

“...s-sephiroth?” You whisper his name, looking up at him with wide-eyed innocence. His predatory grin only seemed to grow more menacing as he prowled toward you, his steps heavy and determined. You can sense his growing arousal. If he plans on having you, will his touch be gentle or rough? His muscular, towering build was a stark contrast to your slender, petite frame. Though his strength could easily snap you in half, you feel nothing but warmth and love whenever he cuddles you.

When Sephiroth comes closer, you notice he has an assortment of spheres in his large, gloved hands, each of them an array of vibrant colors. Before you can analyze them further, he embraces you. You raise an eyebrow as your head rests against his strapped, muscled chest. After almost an entire day of waiting, he's finally here. You're happy (you think), yet a feeling of dread is growing in the pit of your stomach.

You glance again at the colorful spherical shapes, discerning that they’re linked together by a silky chain, like a string of beads, and how they're nearly the same size as Sephiroth's big hands. You recognize them as Materia. Through, the colors and sizes are very odd. You haven’t seen Materia come in those before.

“w-what... are you going to do with those, beloved?” You croon, your hands resting gently on his powerful chest.

His chest then rumbles with a deep chuckle as your dread intensifies. He uses his free hand to stroke your flat, smooth belly. You hope you won't fail him-whatever he has planned...

#sephiroth x reader #yandere sephiroth #yandere sephiroth x reader #Final fantasy x reader #poor poor darling #cookies if you know exactly what Sephiroth is planning haha #really Jenova!Sephiroth x Reader #But Sephiroth himself is in control so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️#The Crisis Cutie Collection #where the materia goes... is up to your interpretation #another entry for the Crisis Cutie Collection #been far too long #yandere x reader #yandere final fantasy #yandere reader insert #tw: gaslighting #tw: confinement #tw: emotional manipulation

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ask-court-genshin · 6 months

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oh! my apologies then, mister neuvi... i thought it would have some negative meaning behind it due to your distaste... thank you for getting me a new copy!! do you have any other recommendations generally between the nations?

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uhm also...

no mister neuvi? i haven't left the court at all yet?

yet,,,

no mister neuvi? i haven't left the court at all yet?

*𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜*

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕.

*𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚜*

𝙷𝚖𝚖... 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜, 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖'𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚑" 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐— 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝— 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚌, 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢.

𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗... "𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛", 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝙰 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚊-𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝... 𝙸𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑: 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙳𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎... 𝚄𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘.

#(ooc: yall make me wanna actually make genshin-like novel entries. and for what. 😭.)#(and no- the y/n in that fic is not in the same universe as this one- i just like to reference works like hoyo lol)#(this blog is like the honkai star rail to throwaway-yandere's genshin hAHAHAHAHAHHA)

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lunar-yandere · 6 months

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I love them so much I’m going insane. Even though her school is really strict about phones she makes time to text me. You guys wish you were me! I have the best platonic partner.

#irl yandere #actually obsessive #actually yandere #obsessive love #yandere thoughts #obsessive thoughts #yandere vent #yancore #yanderecore #obsessive vent #✨#❤️#diary entry

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thehoarseraven · 1 day

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Come, you spirits, that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty! make thick my blood; stop up the access and passage to remorse, that no compunctious visitings of nature. Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between the effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, that my keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry ‘Hold, hold!’.

- Lady Macbeth.

Content warnings for my page: Obsession, stalking unhealthy relationship dynamics, politics and talks of religion; specifically Christianity.

Hello, dearest audience. My name is Lady; however I will respond to the name “Fleance”. This is my blog where I shall be posting a variation of things, not limited to my obsessive thoughts and just thoughts that more innocently stumble along my mind.

As for about me:

My pronouns are he/him/his or she/her/hers.

I am fifteen years old.

I am yan4yan.

I have taken a liking to all variations of insects, especially cockroaches and centipedes. Alongside rodents, most definitely rats and ferrets.

I am monogomous, and bisexual with a masculine preference. I am also without a partner.

I am autistic; my special interests are Macbeth by Shakespeare and cockroaches.

I am all right with anonymous asks and pining!

Wonderful anons: 👁️💉, ♠️, 🫀

Tags:

✒️Letters. - Replying to anons and asks.

✒️Lovestruck.- Obsessing.

✒️Soliloques.- My thoughts and fantasies.

✒️Entry stage.- My introduction.

✒️Speaking my woes.- Venting.

✒️Gossip. - Reblogs.

#✒️Entry stage.#yan blog #yanblr #actually obsessive #obsession #obsessive love #obsessive thoughts #obsessive yandere #obslove #obsessivecore #yandere #irl yan #yancore

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redsaurrce · 1 year

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imagine you both are staring at each other seductively. He was standing against the railing while your back facing the wall.

And then for a moment he feels enchanted under the moonlight which was adoring your facial features, he felt a strong urge cloud his mind, the urge to kiss you. And hence he strides towards you boldly, giving you no time to escape, he slams you against the wall.

Goes in for a kiss and smashes your skull, breaks your neck.

Now you lie dead.

#thankyou for reading my diary entry #dark humor #yandere x reader

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mlmyuno · 8 months

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His eyes are so damn pretty... but the fact that he looks at other people and they get to see those eyes too eats me up inside... It isn't fair. The only one he should be looking at is me. ❤

#diary entry #yandere #yanderecore #irl yandere #male yandere #mlm yandere #yancore #obsessive love #possessive love #lovesick

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burning-sol · 1 year

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if i had a nickel for every yandere made by a blatantly horny freak i'd have too many nickels </3 get these men off the internet. petition to give me ownership of all these mistreated girls.

#📚 my posts #🖍️ art #saiko no sutoka #<- actually has a rlly cool concept and ai considering other entries in the 'trapped in school with monster' genre #also the model's face is so fucked up the rigging makes her look NOT NORMAL *vineboom* which works good for horror #but other than that just. pass on this.#reminder that just because i post abt something does not make that an endorsement or recommendation #im just a weirdo #i grew up in the 2000s #what do you want from me #cw yandere #cw blood

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mimithealpaca · 7 months

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that feel when you're drawing your favorite thing and you realize underneath that it's actually the other favorite thing

#so i'm drawing the 7th entry of my many face(les)s bkdk series right #and i decided i wanted to use the yandere fem deku idea i had in stock since i have nothing else #and then i started looking up higurashi references #and then i realized #omg all of this just to draw an indirect higurashi fanart LOL #man i really do be only liking like 2 things at a given time #sketchbook #traditional art #shitpost #mini comic #barely lol #mimithealpaca

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yanderelovrr · 2 years

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love entry #63

the art of the obsession; to fall so endlessly, deeply, into an abyss you are uncertain of if you’ll ever escape – you’ll definitely never be the same, if you do – and if you so do, then fall passionately, live and die regret-less in your blinding devotion and condemn hesitation with arms stretched out to the edges, not to catch yourself, clawing, but to be caught…

fall, and see what wonders you’ll start imagining in the dark.

#love entry 63 #the art of obsession #lovesick poetry #yandere lover #love journal #love entry #poem #yandere #yancore #yanderelovrr love entry #yanderelovrr entry #yanderelovrr

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ave-aurora · 11 months

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All of my life, I hated the idea of my name being attached to things.

People calling me felt unnatural, seeing traces of me in places I felt they shouldn't be mad em uncomfortable. I felt as though I was born a ghost; something people should pay no mind to. When I walked through the halls of my elementary school and saw a project of mine on display I had to fight the urge to throw it out. Shame usually wasn't a factor, it just fundamentally wrong that people had the ability to perceive me, that they would think about me when I wasn't there.

I had the same feeling today at work. On the wall hung my name on a piece of paper, surrounded by writing from my coworkers about how they appreciated my work. At first I felt happy. But then that familiar feeling of it being wrong settled in, and now I have thoughts of tearing that paper off the wall so nobody can look at it anymore.

Maybe I really just wanted to see that if I bent to my feeling and ripped my name away, would there be a hole where I had once been, or would everyone else close rank around me as if I had never existed at all?

I'm still not sure what these feelings mean as I grapple with them again. Do I want to stop existing because I feel sad? Or do I feel everyone hates me? I know deep down that people would miss me if I was gone; I can't say with confidence that I think their lives are better with a me sized hole in them. Why do I feel this way? Existence just feels like it shouldn't belong to me, I'm better as a shadow that haunts the back of someone's mind than being a person that people can see. Life feels easier that way. I might just be scared of how they perceive me.

I think they don't perceive me as I really am.

But I don't know how to show them the real me because I've been told so often that the real me is "wrong" in some imperceptible way, some way that can't be fixed. This thing that I have to show to others isn't me.

If they were to miss me they would really be missing the facade that I show them, so maybe I never really was there after all?

I tailor my behavior so close to what people want and expect of me so that when I step back the tapestry we all make up looks neat and cohesive. But once move away, I can't find my thread anymore because it's a colour that I feel doesn't belong to me. Something has taken my place in the world I was weaving and now there's no room left for me.

I hate the way it makes me lash out towards those I care about. There's this desperate need for me to prove that my place in this world exists and is important. As soon as it feels threatened, all I can do is shutdown. I think that I tear away the people that get close to me so that they won't miss me if I disappear? I close myself and my feelings off from everyone around me. I prevent them from reaching me, maybe because I feel they don't understand? Or maybe feeling angry with them feels better than feeling angry with myself.

Or maybe I just have many faces. And it's okay for me to choose when to show one or the other, and there's a place for all of them. Maybe I could learn to accept myself and all of the flavors that I come in instead of shoving myself into a box that's too small for me.

Maybe it'll be okay.

#diary entry #writing #tw derealization #tw sui vent #tw mental health #vent post #why the fuck is yandere vent a tag I can add? please don't call yourself that 😭#nobody worry about me I'll be alright

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