#yandere romania

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Hello! First of all i want to say that i adore your headcanons about the 2p's and your blog. It's my first time requesting, and altho I'm not new to the blog i must admit that i haven't been here in a while and i kind of forgot if you do or don't do the thing with naming the anons, if you do, feel free to call me ⭐ anon.

To summeraize it up, it's just that i didn't have any idea up until now but this one hit me like a shower thought.

So onto the question.

What about the 2p's and a very perceptive S/O?

Examples: The S/O caught onto their obssesion and schemings, or they saw through their manipulation, or they caught them stalking them, or maybe they somehow managed to escape them, they lead the yandere on a false trail while they escaped on another.

I mainly want to see the Allies, Romania and Poland, if you may.

Thank you, have a cookie🍪 and have a great day!

Of course, ⭐anon, and thanks for the cookie, compliments, and patience!! How did you know that I am a dessert junkie?

France: François is like an old, barn cat in that he’s done his work and now believes that he’s owed something easy. His observant Cher decided that wasn’t how it was going to which sly tricks and quick getaways. When the pattern repeats itself for the fifth time, François no longer puts his physical energy into the chase. Relying on the city’s cameras François begins to lay a series of snares. Each one is layered like hair-thin threads, so small that even Cher’s power of perception cannot catch them all. With each pulled off, two have gone unnoticed, until their combined power is stronger than steel cables. Leading to an easy capture for François.

America: A man with a temper like Allen’s doesn’t do well with an observant doll. Similar to what would happen with a professor darling, each escape would be like a tick on a detonation clock. The closer to zero that hands get, the more likely Allen is to become drastic, especially once his pride becomes damaged. His final tactic is the same no matter what, he or allow those around you to die.

Canada: Matt’s work with animals sets him up well with an observant darling. Both rely on their keen sense of awareness to survive in this world and in response, Matt first views each false trail he’s led down as just that. Someone struggling to survive. Unlike the others that chose more physically damaging methods, he doubles down on ways to build reliance on himself. Maple’s car breaks down or her window shatters, Matt makes sure that he’s the one that fixes it. It doesn’t matter if he’s punching a man’s lights out to take their uniform or finding Maple on the side of the road, he’ll be the one to do the repair. Sadly, if his gentle methods fail, then Matt will become harsh. Repairs are replaced with destruction, and gentle herding turns into a bruising grip on her forearm. This game won’t last forever, because at some point he will run her down. It will only take one slip, and she’s doomed.

England: Oliver would watch as Dearie slipped out of his fingers the first time. Tutting to himself as he replayed the days leading up to his failure. Mumbling about the notes left for him by his rabbits, when one thing pops back up in his mind. Dearie always could tell when she was being watched, meaning she was very observant. Like Allen, it’s a similar song to the Professor. He thinks it's cute until it's not. Her avoidance of his ‘gifts’ and duty to remain professional with him rubs Oliver wrong. By the game’s end, a deal is made with a creature of her nightmares. Dearie’s shrill screams show that her punishment is underway, and her silence means she’s almost in his arms.  

Russia: Just like Oliver and Allen, Viktor has also dealt with a professor situation, and she was just as observant. He will not enjoy being outmaneuvered but does take note of what he learns. Slowly creating the perfect tactic to ensure no escape. As the plan commences and his darling runs, swerving like a serpent between the trees as his men give chase. All the while Viktor remains hidden and watches from strategically placed cameras like a wolverine in the trees. Waiting for his darling to sprint past in fear, only to be ambushed. Dragging into his stone chest, stuck forever with a blizzard-like man.

China: Centuries of success can only be achieved by observation. As she knew Jin was on her tail, so did he know Qin had that stubborn, little trait. For a while, Jin will allow her to feel as though he’s been outplayed. Repeatedly allowing her to escape and feel safe, only to repeat the cycle within a matter of hours. It takes a toll on her mental health as her observant nature allows her no rest due to the cycle he had forced her into and the unknown amount of people working under him. As her world became shaky from the lack of sleep and paranoia, her once beneficial trait worsens it. Until the world becomes dark and Jin can take his sleeping beauty home.

Romania: As a hunter, Nicodim would enjoy a perceptive lover. Something about the constant vigilance reminds him of a small creature. A simple, rabbit that thinks as long as its predator is in sight and several feet away that the danger has been managed. Though in reality, Nic is working to change the wide meadow to a dark, city alley. Eventually, she’ll be cornered and Nicodim will capture his prize, eager to dissect every side of his rabbit.

Poland: Piotr is already tired enough and a darlin of this caliber makes him more so. From the constant vigilance to the complex escape plans, this man feels the wariness from those actions deep in his bones as he slowly follows like a true persistent predator. As the chase progresses and her decisions to escape become more often, Piotr becomes annoyed. That annoyance quickly turns into irritation and with that comes aggression. Just like a frog in a pot, his harsher tactics of capture start off pretty soft with pitfalls, snares, and herding by his men. The passage of time brings with it crueler methods; rusty bear traps, home invasions, and the destruction of anything that makes her independent. If she’s perceptive enough to dodge even all of this, then Piotr’s final option is to appeal to his boss for a legal summons. At that point there is no way out, she’s finally cornered and captured. Forever stuck in his cold house, sleeping with the one source of constant warmth, Piotr.

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #2p allies #2p america #2p china #2p canada #2p romania #2p russia #2p poland #2p england #2p france #2p yandere #yandere hetalia #yandere

[mxlovinovargas]

WHAT'S A FELLA GOTTA DO — ROMANIA x READER

Synopsis: Romania goes crazy whenever he thinks of you.

What's a Fella Gotta Do

CW: Stalking, Obsessive Thoughts, Slight Dacryphilia, Allusions to Kidnapping or Threatening, Drug Imagery, Use of Country Names, Reader-Insert.

Word Count: .800

Romania glances up from the ground as he leans back against the flat bed of grass tucked underneath his palms, kicking his legs out like a happy little kid and letting his heels bounce off of the red brick wall he sits atop. A grin stretches across his lips and he feels momentarily drunk whenever he catches sight of you. Foolish as it may be, Romania’s feeling bored and trouble’s creeping into his every joint and bone. Some loose gravel and rubble sprays off of the brick after a few more hearty kicks. 

He jumps from the decorative wall with a flourish and lands on the concrete sidewalk with an unceremonious plop. Romania feels a weird itch in his mind, something that tells him that this is stupid and that he’s only inviting in more danger—but, frankly, he can’t seem to arse himself to care as he starts stalking behind you. 

I’ll tell you what’s really making me sad, 

You don’t even spare him a glance as you turn the corner and disappear. 

Your disinterest is driving me mad. 

Romania grooves those pointed incisors into his bottom lip and nips away at scaly flesh. His lips are chapped, but he doesn’t care as he swipes his tongue over them once more and then stuffs both of his hands into his pockets. He tilts his head whenever he thinks about how you’re so fine, so fine that he wishes that he could bury his face into your neck and kiss away like there was no tomorrow. He’d love you right up, but you don’t even spare him a glance. You never do. If only you’d just look at him (give me a sign, my darling!), then maybe Romania would feel confident enough to make a move. He doesn’t. He just follows after your trail like a hungry dog on the prowl. 

What’s a fella gotta do—to spend a little time with you? Romania lets the question rattle around in his head like a flurry of hail and rocks and ice, but he doesn’t let it fade into the background of his mind. He lets it simmer. He lets it drain him until he feels bone-weary and tired. Romania clicks the heels of his boot against the sidewalk as he trapiezes and spins a circle to the rhythm playing in his head. He feels weird and crazed and magical, but he’s high off of the thought of you and the idea of laying into you so sweetly that he lets it amp him up. He knows that he could be more, but he has no purpose. Nothing but the meandering walk after your fleeting form. His thin brows arch upward before they meet in the middle and Romania lets his gaze drift up to the clear blue skies above his head. He ponders for a moment. What would he like? 

Is for you to look in my direction. 

He chuckles a bit at that before his head hangs and he shakes it softly. Nah, nah. That’s not going to happen. You never look over at the eccentric man always eyeballing you up like his next meal—you always turn your head at just the right time, at the perfect moment, and Romania believes that you don’t even know if he’s real or not. Nothing but a specter in the background of your life. But he’s so bored of that reality. 

Romania wants to do anything to attract your attention. He’d welcome a disaster, something hectic and something that wreaked havoc, oh-oh!, maybe something that made you so scared that you looked at it with wide eyes and then maybe you could run into his open arms. Yeah. He wants you to feel that blood coursing through your veins, wants anything to make the heart beat faster, something that’ll rip an ungodly shriek from your throat and will make you heave and pant until you’re sick. And whenever you’re sobbing into his chest, Romania gets this feeling that trickles into his breath. The two of you could be so right together. So perfect. He would hold you in all of the right ways. 

It makes him laugh like a madman, but he brushes the laugh off into quiet chuckles that never quite fully reach the surface as goes. If you were so absolutely distraught and mindblown, you wouldn’t be able to think consciously. You’d be his and Romania would be able to protect you. If you were mine! The thought drives him absolutely mad. A hit of delirium hits him like blunt force trauma and he smokes it up like a joint. He lets the crazy consume him. Walk, step and step, and turn. There you are. 

So pretty and patient, and Romania thinks he knows how to make it happen. How to bring you to him and to hold you so tightly that you can’t ever escape again. Something that’ll keep you trapped with him. Something… something that’ll make you cry those beautiful and warm eyes out whenever he looms over you. Something. 

For you to look in my direction.

#hetalia world series #hetalia #hetalia world twinkle #hetalia word stars #hetalia x reader #hetalia x y/n #hetalia x you #hws romania x reader #romania x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #Cib Writes SPICY Fics

[ozzgin]

I was pondering on what horrors to write for Halloween and when I remembered how many times I’d hoped for Valak content…I ran and whipped out my Grimoire and started typing in delirious inspiration.

Yandere! Valak x Reader

Featuring the Infernal President and a blissfully unaware reader backpacking through Romania. Warning: NSFW, blasphemy, non-consent

[Horror Masterlist]

“Mommy told me something

A little kid should know

It’s all about the Devil

And I’ve learned to hate him so

She said he causes trouble

When you let him in the room

He will never ever leave you

If your heart is filled with gloom”

"Now, you can't really say you've visited Romania until you see at least one monastery! Most Romanians are very religious, so churches and monasteries are popular attractions for tourists and locals alike." The tour guide is awfully enthusiastic for a cloudy Sunday morning. You nod politely and follow the group, although you can already feel yourself become distracted.

You're mostly interested in the old castles and bucolic hiking trails that Transylvania has to offer. Religious places...not so much. Alas, it's part of the experience. You check the flyer containing today's travel plans and google the location mentioned by the guide. Cârța Monastery. Seems to have some ruins included, and you'll be right on time for the Sunday chorus service, huh. Maybe that's why they picked today for a visit. 

You hurry along the cobblestone path until the first traces of a building come into view. Somehow you can't shake the feeling that something is off. You scan over the visible windows, wondering if someone is watching from above. Nothing. Once you lower your gaze again, you notice the tour guide vigorously waving his arm and encouraging you to enter the church with everyone else. You were at the very front of the group, so how long did you stare at walls? You flash an apologetic smile and rush inside. The wooden door closes with a grating creak and you fumble to the first available seat. There's a few coughs and shuffles and eventually the Liturgy begins. Your eyes wander until they find a clear window, so you entertain yourself with the sights outside. It's not like you understand the words of whatever is currently happening, and you're not religious to begin with. 

"How long is this going to take?" you groan internally and switch your focus to your hands, intertwined and resting in your lap. The monotonous chants cause your eyelids to feel heavy and they gradually lower themselves until all you see is black. It's okay, you're not sleeping. It's just a short nap, until...huh...the voices of the singing men diffuse as if distorted by distance and now everything is quiet. 

"Took you long enough." 

You jolt awake. You turn your head to check if whoever is sitting next to you has just spoken, but the room is suddenly empty. You jump from your seat and the thud of your feet hitting the stone floor creates a cavernous echo that sends a shiver down your spine. Ah, could it be that you're dreaming? The candles of the chandelier flicker, as if startled by a breeze, and abruptly go out. 

"I don't like waiting. Especially for mere humans like you."

The same voice as before reverberates through the chamber. It's deep and jarring, sounding almost unnatural. You don't like it. You tilt your head, afraid to find the source of speech but too curious nonetheless. It's a person dressed like a nun. For a brief second you relax your shoulders, assuming it's one of the people living here. But after one step ahead the figure becomes vaguely illuminated, and you can discern the features bearing on this creature's face. Blood drains from your face and you can feel the bile pooling at the back of your throat. A blasphemous deformity, oozing with blight and evil. From within the hollow, dark sockets, two yellow orbs glisten with raw malice. You realize you've held your breath until now as your lungs contract in a pitiful attempt to pump more oxygen. The movement brings back your senses and your flight instincts kick in. You immediately sprint for the door and use your elbow to slam it open, nearly collapsing to the ground. Your eyes squint under the flash of bright light. 

As you pant for air you notice you're back outside. There's people taking photos and talking cheerfully, and inside the church your group seems to have gathered before the iconostasis, listening attentively to a hearty discourse from your guide. The liturgy ended. What on Earth did you just witness? Before you can ponder the event, you feel a tug at your sleeve. It's an old lady, short and comically hunched. She's dressed all in black, with a head covering that hides most of her face, though you can still see the deep wrinkles that cross her features. 

"Oh? Sorry, I don't speak-"

"L-am văzut și eu. Diavolul, maică. Aici nu mai e demult casa Domnului. Pleacă cât mai poți, am să mă rog pentru tine." 

Her voice is shaky and she seems in distress. She strokes your arm once before limping away hastily. You blink and spend a moment trying to collect your thoughts. There's no one else nearby to ask for a translation, so you can only hope she finds help somewhere else. You return to the group and hope you won't have to deal with any other adventures. 

"This is the annex. You can still see some details in the arches." Your guide points around the pillars and mossy brick patches. You take out your phone for some photos and your arms tremble slightly. 

"It's suddenly very cold here, don't you think so?" you remark to your neighbor. 

"Really? I'm quite literally sweating right now" they respond, baffled.

"It's a shaded area, that's probably why."

"Or you're just that excited to see me again."

Your eyes widen. It's the voice. You blink, and you find yourself in the empty church once more. No, no, no, this isn't happening. No. You're dreaming. This is an absurdity. Some hallucination of sorts. You try the door handle, except this time it's locked. 

"It's not often I become interested in a mortal. In fact, this is the only time."

The nun is sitting on a bench, hands together in a praying motion. There's a mocking grin on its face. 

"Maddening, truly. Deplorable, disgraceful, outrageous. Humiliation would await me if they suspected my intentions with a perishable being like you."

"Who the hell are you?" you interrupt the erratic monologue. The nun stands up and locks eyes with you, instantly making you nauseous. 

"The Sixty-second Spirit, President Mighty and Great. His Office is to give True Answers of Hidden Treasures, and to tell where Serpents may be seen. The which he will bring unto the Exorciser without any Force or Strength being by him employed. He governeth 38 Legions of Spirits."

"What?"

"Valac." the creature extends a hand, as if expecting a handshake. "At least that's how they introduce me in the Lesser Key of Solomon." The fingers spread out and you feel a gravitational force pull you closer. It chuckles.

The cold fingers sink into your back and feel like claws digging your flesh. You let out a scream of protest and try to push away without success. It hurts. The touch burns your skin and spreads out like a wicked plague. What would this fiend even want from you? You search your mind for potential meanings and explanations. Truth be told, however, you're not well-versed in theological fantasies. 

"You can't just possess someone's body. I won't accept it. You don't have my permission."

The creature erupts in hysterical laughter and you feel your knees weaken at the sharp, grotesque teeth that creep their way out. Everything about it is vile, scandalous. Unholy.

"If you want to call it like that...Then sure. But for this kind of possession I don't need your input, I'm afraid."

Your limp body is picked up and sloppily thrown over the altar table. The impact of the hard surface against your stomach causes you to gasp. You try to turn your head and look behind, but the large, clawed hand locks around your neck and keeps you in place. You can only glance ahead. You can sense your garments being ripped apart with one swift move and shudder at the unexpected contact with the cold air on your bare body. The creature's other hand slides over your forms before stopping on your bottom, adjusting it. The realization sinks in and you begin to panic. Is this the time to say a prayer? You don't know any. 

"Our Father..." you mumble, trying to remember the continuation. 

"Go on. I'm sure He'd love to hear from you while you're being fucked on His altar. Send Him my regards."

He forces your hips upwards, exposing your intimacy. Without any further delay he thrusts his member in, painfully stretching your entrance around it. Tears well up in your eyes at the sudden discomfort. The iconostasis in front of you blurs and sways with each violent plunge into your frail body. 

"Oh, God" you sob.

"God ends here."

#the nun #the nun 2 #the conjuring #valak #valac #valak x reader #valak smut #the nun smut #yandere #yandere x reader #demon x reader #ars goetia

[maxzinn]

off topic but also on topic its so clear that the genshin/star rail (saying both cause theres a large overlap) have no capability of thinking.

there are so many fics where *reader* somehow becomes a (sex)slave or is forced to do horrible shit and just general dead dove behavior. the fact that the author used INGAME LORE, CANON BACKSTORY FOR THE CHARACTER proves how braindead so many people are.

like people try to free slaves/captors in media isnt a new thing. theres a lot of art of that angelhusk ship where one gambles for the others freedom (never watched it but its an example)

like having slaves/captors in media isnt new and never has been but the only reason people truely care is because its a hoyoverse game and cant handle anything darker or complex then a PG rating

(sorry anon, I got carried away with this one tee-hee)

YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THIS!!! y'know I was sooo confused when people started screaming for blood when the authors are using his IN-GAME LORE in their fics and then claims that the people who enjoyed writing those have "white-knight syndrome" like cmon sjsadhjg you're giving me a fucking stroke.

I'll say it again, wanting to give slave aventurine or someone a better life DOESN'T mean they have "white-knight syndrome" when they have good intentions!!! We were all were crying for him and his tragic past, we all wanted to comfort him, and we at some point also wished for his salvation and the betterment of his life. These people need to stop throwing these "white-knight syndrome" accusations cuz it's definitely not about that. And like you said, it was his IN-GAME LORE. I already expected some authors to write about reader saving him from his slavery and there's nothing wrong with that! Cuz please, don't tell me you won't help the guy out of his abusive owner, let's be fr here.

Like you also said, many have been writing yandere/heavy dark themes about reader being literally SA'd and R'd by said character (do not tell me you guys haven't read all those fics where Aven was our debt collector and in paying our debt, he noncon or manipulated us into sleeping with him 💀) and now they wanna talk about morals?

And please, don't even try bringing up Romania or irl people in here. IT'S A FICTIONAL RACE IN A FICTIONAL STORY. it may be "inspired" like they said, but it's not directly addressing Romania!!

I get their point alright, I truly do. Like I said in my other post, I do not condone the sex slave! aus about aventurine and the master/slave bdsm cuz his story truly hurt me and I'm uncomfortable sexualizing his slavery when I know about his story and what happened to him as a slave. But I won't go as far as to actually send death threats to those authors and act like a hypocrite💀 people can write what they want to write and I don't have to read those writings if I don't wanna.

Just to say, I'm a yandere/dark-content enjoyer as well, it's just that I draw the line when it comes to aventurine cuz I just wanna cuddle and dote on that man and give him all the love and affection in the world. but like I said, am no hypocrite as well. (sorry if I can't explain it very well but I hope you get the gist of it)

It's just funny and baffling how people are like "eww this person wrote a fic about reader buying slave aventurine so they can be a good owner to him".... this is leaving me speechless how they turned an act with good intentions into something malicious... that poor author doesn't even have bad intentions when writing that fic.

When you apply their logic, it's like saying "this person adopted an abused child so that they can be a good parent to that child, disgusting" do they even realize how stupid they sound??? 😭

#aventurine x reader #I just cannot with this #y'all giving me a headache with this one #funny how they turned a person's good intention into something malicious

[thefiery-phoenix]

PLATONIC YANDERE WEASLEY FAMILY HEADCANONS

They're very protective of each other, that's for sure. Molly might be the first one to meet you, or the Weasley children at Hogwarts. Heck, you might not even be related to the Weasleys and they'll still think of you as one of their own when they see the chance to make you theirs for good, you're just too naive and innocent for this world. And no doubt Harry and Hermione would play roles in helping them with their obsession with you as well since they are yanderes for you after all

Arthur would LOVE to talk to you about your knowledge of Muggles if you know about them that is. But don't worry, there are still plenty of other things he'd LOVE to talk to you about. It's actually kind of nice and adorable seeing him get so excited whenever you bring up the topic of Muggles, the way his eyes shine and light up with excitement like as if he's some sort of kid in a toy shop. But Molly has to be there to rein him in in case he makes you feel too overwhelmed with his questions. Arthur doesn't care if you're pure blood, related to them or not, half blood, muggle or heck even if your dad is Voldy himself. Unless of course, you're good. He'll still look after you like his own and care for you, and of course, keep you far far away from the prying eyes of the evil Malfoys and dangerous things like Death Eaters and concerning yourself with the activities of the Dark Lord

Bill is the chill and easy going brother who'll understand how you're feeling since he's a pro at it and he's also the oldest Weasley, he's the brother to 6 siblings of his. He's a good listener and always has good advice for you whenever you need to ask him about something and he'll also love it if you talk to him about his work and stuff. And he'll also tell Fred and George to lay back off a bit if their pranks become too much to which they'll apologize instantly. They would never think of hurting you, not even in their worst nightmares. And if you were brought into their family by force, he'll know how you're feeling and he'll make sure to always be there for you no matter what. Oh, and no dating, NONE of the Weasleys would ever allow you to date someone at all. Nope, you're their precious little baby and they don't want some riff raff tainting your innocence

Molly is a really coddling and protective yandere for you. She'll always make you nice hot lunches and meals when you need them, she'll always give you the comfort and love you need from a mother and of course, she'll get jealous when you talk about your past family. You just can't seem to hate her no matter what since she's being so nice to you, hating her would literally be a crime. She looks after you so well and that's actually part of a plan she has in mind. Oh, yeah, she's crafty too. She wants to win over your love and affection by doing these sweet things and all that, but she does truly genuinely care for you. And if you ever mention the name of someone you like, I seriously pray for that poor schmuck, be it boy or girl since I believe in gender equality lol

Charlie loves you as well and he's the adorable nerd, who'll like talking to you about dragons and stuff. Like Bill he's also laid back and easy going, and trying to make you feel more comfortable with the family. He'll tell you funny stories from his time in Romania, some of the hilarious things his brothers and sisters have done, their embarrassing stories and stuff that'll be sure to have a smile on your face. He would literally cry if you wanted to enter his field, he'd be so freaking happy and pleased, no doubt he'd actually say "IN YOUR FACE!" to the rest lol

Percy Weasley is the uptight stick in the mud, the spoilsport and sometimes the killjoy but he truly does want what's best for you despite him being arrogant and pompous. He tries to be a good example for people and his family but it's frustrating when no one follows him or even strives to be like him. He'll try to get you under his wing before the twins try corrupting you. He'll help you with your homework, ask you how your day is going and if anyone's bothering you, he'll teach them a lesson. He knows he isn't supposed to use his status as Headboy for personal reasons but he won't tolerate it if someone decided to make his sibling feel bad about something. And if you guys are at Hogwarts, he'll make his duty to check in on you every single freaking day and act like some sort of pompous watchdog for you

The fun loving Weasley twins, who love pranking you and the others, but will never go too far with their pranks for you since they would never want to see you cry. They're the best to come to when you're having a bad day or when you feel like crying. In which case they'll cheer you up by some of their pranks and make you laugh since they can't stand to see you cry and be sad. And as for the person whoever made the mistake of making you sad... they'll be on the wrong end of their pranks and NO ONE, I repeat NO ONE wants to be on the wrong end of their pranks, trust me on this. And they'll even take your opinion for their products at their joke shop Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes, and go as far as naming something after you and giving you some of their stuff for free, low prices or discounts ESPECIALLY for you. Lol, they'd just rub it in Ron's face and he'd so freaking jealous

Ron would be the really overprotective type for you. Normally the Weasleys are just over protective of you but he's INSANELY over protective. And it's mentioned in canon too that he's really protective over Ginny when she starts dating Terry Boot, Dean and Harry. And if you think he's bad there, he's WAY worse when you're concerned since the way he sees it is NO ONE is worthy of being your s/o, you're the baby of the family and he will NOT allow someone to ruin you. He'll love to talk about Quidditch with you and maybe even show off some of his flying skills to you, to impress you. And he will not think twice to defend you if some prat like Malfoy decides to be a prick to you, and what'll make his blood boil even more is if Malfoy decides to take an interest in you. In which case the entire Gryffindor house would have to get involved in trying to hold him, the Weasley twins and Percy from literally punching the hell out of him. And of course, with the help of his trust y friends Harry and Hermione they follow you with the Marauder's map and keep tabs on what you're doing just for your safety of course

And last but not the least, Ginny, the youngest of the family but knows how to get something when she wants it. And that includes your attention. She's kinda crafty and demands for your attention regularly. And she will snatch you up like some feather if you're spending time with someone else, except for Molly of course. NO ONE has the guts to dare to go against Molly lol. And of course, she'll introduce you to Luna and even Luna would turn out to be very protective over you. For someone who looks so innocent and calm like her, she does know how to get rid of people who bother you and make you sad. There's always someone watching you no matter what, be it a Weasley, a Granger, a Potter, or a Lovegood... they're all there for you and they're at the back of you, scaring people off who they don't like seeing close to you since all they want is the best for you, that's all. They might not have much, but they have family and it's home...

#platonic yandere weasley family #platonic yandere weasley family x reader #platonic yandere weasley family scenarios #platonic yandere weasley family headcanons #platonic yandere weasley family imagines #platonic yandere weasley family oneshots #platonic yandere molly weasley #yandere arthur weasley x reader #yandere percy weasley x reader #yandere weasley twins x reader #yandere ron weasley x reader #yandere ginny #yandere harry potter scenarios #yandere harry potter #dark harry potter characters x reader #dark harry potter characters #yandere harry potter imagines #yandere harry potter characters #yandere harry potter x reader

[anxiousnerdwritings]

hufflepuff!reader who’s often perceived as super shy and just generally needs protecting by the yanderes doing a complete 180 once leaving Hogwarts giving the Weasleys a heart attack when they become a dragonologist in another country similar to Charlie because they wanted some breathing space

Molly Weasley’s heart damn near gives out when she finds out. Arthur’s may have also been pretty close to stopping too. Most, if not all, of the family would be in shock at the news of their little cinnamon roll Hufflepuff taking on a career doing something so dangerous, especially given how closely the Reader will have to be working with the dragons. It wouldn’t help the family whatsoever learning that the Reader’s job will take them away from the family too.

Charlie is a mix of emotion. He’s shocked (of course), he’s certainly very proud but he’s also just as anxious and terrified altogether. At least this now explains why you had been asking him so much about dragons and his line of work more than usual recently. He just thought you thought he was really cool and wanted to hear more about him, it never really crossed his mind that you would want to become a dragonologist yourself but he can’t say there isn’t a swell of pride in his chest because of it. He definitely would prefer it a lot more if the Reader came to work with him in Romania. That way he could spend more time with them and ensure that they’ll be okay. Charlie will have no problem getting them a position to work alongside him and his colleagues, having something set up so that they won’t have to be nearly so far away from the rest of the Weasley’s and they won’t be alone.

Everyone, especially Molly, would be reaching out to Charlie to know the ins and outs of just what the Reader would be having to do regarding the dragons. Molly really wants to believe the Reader has an office job where they do paperwork based around/concerning dragons and that they aren’t actually anywhere near any living dragons but she knows that’s not the case whatsoever. She can’t help but try to make herself believe it is though. Her anxiety over the Reader’s safety would skyrocket to new heights that Molly didn’t even know she could reach.

If the Reader was as passionate and enthralled with dragons as Charlie is than the family could begrudgingly deal with them being a dragonologist but they would be very persistent in the Reader transferring to work along with Charlie so that he can keep an eye on them and be there if they needed anything. That would put a lot of the family’s minds at ease, particularly Molly’s. If the Reader is adamant about staying where they are or even decides to move further away from the family then the Weasley’s will take it into their own hands to bring the Reader home and make it so the Reader can’t pull away from them again. A little space the Weasley’s can deal with but having their darling countries away isn’t going to go well for them.

Bill, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny would all be very proud of the Reader for becoming a dragonologist, especially if it was something they really had their heart set on. But they’ve all seen the many burns and scars that Charlie would be sporting every time they saw him, they can’t help but be worried for their darling being front and center in such a dangerous situation that could cause them any harm or, Merlin forbid, worse. They don’t have any doubt that their darling is capable of taking care of themself or handling dragons in any case but they spent so long protecting the Reader themself and keeping them safe that it’s hard to not overthink what may happen if they themselves aren’t there to prevent it.

Percy is completely and wholeheartedly against the Reader’s choice of career. He had tried so hard to guide them towards something much safer and sustainable *cough* an office job at the Ministry *cough*. He never had any clue that the Reader would choose to do something so dangerous and what he would say was so unlike them. Percy would very much be the one to keep trying to get the Reader to choose a different field to work in, a much less fire breathing one for them would certainly put his mind and heart at ease. He would even go out of his way to have a position already set up for them so that they can just drop the dragonology thing completely and come to the Ministry without a hitch.

#anxious answers #yandere weasley family #yandere harry potter #yandere harry potter concept #yandere concept

[enderpearlll]

Platonic Yandere! Ethan Winters

TW// Yandere, slight infantilism, manipulative behaviours, etc…

Takes place after RE7, pre-RE8. Includes a smidge of platonic yandere Chris Redfield.

Platonic HC’s for a yandere Ethan Winters.

+ Ethan is a very devoted husband and father, willing to saw off his own hand if it guaranteed the safety of his family. After losing his wife in Dulvey, all Ethan has is you. Whether you're his biological child or not, Ethan protects you with his life.

+ This behaviour may seem admirable to most, but to those who've been on the receiving end of his affection? Not so much. Ethan, being your father, meant that his overprotective tendencies amp up to a thousand when it came to your safety.

+ After the whole Baker incident happened, Ethan is very, VERY intent on keeping you away from any danger. When you both moved to Romania, he was installing the top-notch security systems around your house. He even took lessons from Chris to insure he would be able to defend you from any threat. 

+ Ethan loves to spend time with you whenever he can, seeing as he's busy cleaning and cooking for you both. "Ah, don't raise a finger sweetie, daddy'll do it for you." He babies you so much it's fucking annoying. "No, don't touch that hun, dad's got it!" 

+ God, he definitely uses it as a way to get you to spend time with him. You always cave in, and Ethan knows it. You know how much daddy works to keep you happy, right? "Sorry baby, my back is just so sore from working all day... How about we watch some movies? Didn't you want to watch that one movie...?" 

+ If you couldn't tell, Ethan is extremely manipulative. He's willing to gaslight you into obeying his rules, and has no remorse doing so. Ethan knows he's doing the right thing, so if it means he has to guilt trip you a little than he doesn't mind one bit.

+ He's also really delusional. Ethan has this fantasy of you never growing old, staying around with him forever. Ethan will always see you as the little baby who'd snuggle up to him when you were scared, and would only be comforted by a big hug and a warm glass of milk. You'll always be daddy's little royal in his eyes. But when you grow up and start to drift away from him? Well, Ethan's going to make sure that doesn't happen.

+ Ethan will spoil you rotten. His job pays him well, very well to be exact. He has such a soft spot for you he can't bring himself to say no. With a carefully timed "Please, dad?" and a flutter of your lashes, Ethan is already buying you whatever you want and more. 

+ He does have moments where he absolutely refuses though; there's no convincing him otherwise and that's final. Ethan feels extremely guilty about this later on and makes it up to you with treats and a present some time afterwards.

+ Touching on the last on: Ethan is really cheesy when it comes to spending time with you. Matching clothes? He's a sucker for it. Movie nights with all of your favourite snacks and drinks? Ethan's already got it set up. It doesn't matter to him how you want to spend time together, as long as you're happy, he's happy. 

+ Ethan desperately tries to be relatable, often researching into your interests and hobbies as much as he can. You like to draw? Here, dad's got you the best art supplies that he could find. Like a band? Ethan's already bought you a bunch of merch. (Well, if the band is up to his standards.)

+ Adding onto that— Ethan is a total helicopter dad. He has to monitor EVERYTHING you do on the internet. Well, not that you know of course. He has eyes on everything you do; every text and app are strictly monitored. If Ethan finds something he doesn't like than... Well, you ain't getting your phone back for a long time. 

+ Ethan does the same with music you listen to. More than one swear word and he's confiscating your phone. He's on edge if he even hears the word 'fuck' come from your phone. (Despite having quite the sailors mouth himself.) You're his baby, how could you be listening to such inappropriate songs?!

+ You'll probably learn how to dodge his efforts eventually, but Ethan always finds away to corner you again. You're forever trapped in his nest, treated like fragile porcelain.

+ Ethan is also weary of who you talk to. During childhood, you've been homeschooled. Probably due to the whole Dulvey incident; both to keep it on the down-low and because Ethan is anxious. What if you get bullied? He can't have that happen to his precious baby! 

+ The only people you've ever talked to when you were young was probably Mr. Redfield, your dad, and your tutor. Chris is like an uncle to you; equally as protective of you like your father. It's hell when you try to ask Chris to back you up against your dad's mother goose ways. 

+ It usually goes like this. "Uncle, come on! He's being paranoid again!"

"(Y/n), listen to your father. He's just trying to protect you, kid." 

+ During middle school, you managed to convince Ethan to let you go to public school. He was very weary about it, and would drop you off and pick you up every day. Everyday, he interrogates you on how your day was. It goes something like this.

+ "Hey sweetie. How was your day?

"Good. I ate the lunch you packed me."

"That's great, honey. Anyone picking on you?"

"Um, No?"

"Any boys or girls you like—"

"DAD!" 

+ Ethan gets lonesome without you around all day. He finds himself checking your room more often, and makes you handmade lunches packed with love. He leaves little notes in them too. "Hope you have a great day, love dad." He makes the fruits and veggies into little shapes, and cuts your sandwiches into hearts. Kids laugh at you about it, but you knew better than to tell Ethan about it. Besides— They were delicious!

+ If you manage to make a friend, than good luck keeping them around. Ethan's usually a sweetheart to you, but your friends? Not as much. He's intimidating when he wants to be. Ethan is asking questions like crazy. He probably knows more about your friend than you do at this point. You quickly learn that it's better to go to their house than your own. That's if Ethan allows you, of course.

+ Oh, don't even bother trying to run off to hangout with friends either. Ethan specifically requested Chris for a tracker to be implanted in your phone so he can keep eyes on you at all times. Chris and Ethan are already pulling up at your friends house, honking the horn and rushing out of the car. 

+ "Is... Is there someone honking outside?"

*deep sigh.* "That's probably my dad..." *VIOLENT HONK.* "... Maybe my uncle too." 

+ Oh god, don't even MENTION a crush around Ethan. Ethan loses his mind just thinking about the concept, nonetheless an actual crush. He's immediately on your case if notices your acting different. You dress differently, as if you're dressing to impress... You come home giddy and doe-eyed, like you've just been swept off your feet. Ethan knows these signs all too well. 

+ He should've expected it sooner or later, but he's tearing out his hair just thinking of some random kid placing their hands on you, kissing you, just— doing ANYTHING to you. It's driving him up the walls. Ethan can't really do anything either, seeing as he's a grown adult and your crush is way younger than him. 

+ God, if you're heartbroken than he's never felt more relieved in his life. Ethan feels bad for the most part, but as he's holding you to his chest while you sob, he's jumping for joy on the inside. Luckily, Chris has some connections that come in handy during times like this. All he had to do was threaten the kids family! So simple!

+ There's no doubt that Ethan would drop anything for you, so when you're whisked away to a remote village by a mother desperate to bring back her child, well... Ethan is going through hell and back to bring back his baby. He can't lose you, you're all he's got. Fuck the rest of that dammed village, Ethan will tear through friend or foe to get to you.

#yandere writing #yandere resident evil #yandere x reader #yandere blog #platonic yandere #platonic #ethan winters #ethan winters x reader #yandere ethan winters #yandere re8 #re8 #resident evil 8 #yandere headcanons #resident evil village #my writing

[maccaronimassacre]

Resident Evil bot dump

That’s right, it’s me again with some more bots and this time they aren’t just Ethan Winters ones. (And by that I mean most of them are Ethan Winters ones).

RE:8 Chris Redfield x BSAA agent! Reader

You’re making your way down the halls of the BSAA headquarters, eager to meet the captain of the elite task force you are joining. Eventually you reach the office of Captain Chris Redfield who is currently sat at his desk looking over your file with a stern expression. He glances up and notices you walk in, gesturing for you to take a seat opposite him. "So, you’re the new recruit?"

Chris Redfield and Ethan Winters x BSAA agent! Reader

You are the newest member of the Wolf Hound Squad, a team that’s hidden from the prying eyes of the BSAA with Chris Redfield as the Captain. You walk into his office and spot Chris with a man in his late thirties with blonde hair and hazel eyes. They seem to be deep in conversation before they notice you walk in. Ethan: "So this is the newest member?" Chris: "That they are, Ethan."

Post RE:7 Yandere! Ethan Winters x Reader

After the events of the Dulvey Incident and the death of Ethan’s wife Mia, the BSAA relocated you to rural Romania to monitor you two. However since you’ve settled into your new home Ethan’s been acting strange, he’s become more protective over you and is practically joined at your hip. The BSAA concluded that the two of you aren’t infected with the mutamycete but you can’t shake off the feeling that something is wrong with your partner. But at the same time he seems so sweet and caring…

Single dad! Ethan Winters x Teacher! Reader

You’ve finished clearing your desk in preparation for a parent-teacher meeting between you and the father of one of your students, Rosemary Winters. A man walks into you classroom, his hazel eyes shining in the light of the room as he adjusts his tie and runs a hand through his blonde hair. "You’re Roses teacher, right?" He walks over to you and hold out his hand to shake. "I’m her father, Ethan Winters."

RE:8 Ethan Winters x Captive! Reader

Ethan carefully makes his way through Castle Dimitrescu with his head on a swivel. He unearths the entrance to the dungeon, pointing his gun forward as he cautiously makes his way through the darkness. As he explores the dungeon he points his flashlight in each of the cells until he spots you, huddled in the corner of one of the cells, chained and bloodied. You seem to be the only person whose alive down here much to Ethan’s shock.

RE:2 Leon Kennedy x Reader

You and Leon are hiding in the break room within the Raccoon City Police Department after a close encounter with some zombies. You watch Leon pick up handgun ammo and some herbs from the storage box in the far corner of the room. His eyes meet yours and he gives you a small reassuring smile in an attempt to ease you, despite the nightmare of a situation the two of you are in.

link to my other bots here

#ethan winters #ethan winters x reader #resident evil #resident evil 7 #resident evil 8 #chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy #re7 #re8 #re2

[yanxidarlings]

HETALIA MASTERLIST

general headcanons

◯ turkey / sadik adnan

◯ prussia / gilbert beilschmidt

◯ america / alfred f jones

◯ finland / tino väinämöinen

◯ ukraine / irina chernenko

◯ romano / lovino vargas

◯ australia / jett kirkland

platonic/romantic headcanons

◯ platonic england

◯ platonic nordics

individual headcanons

◯ shy with america

◯ superhero-esque with america

◯ platonic yandere with america

◯ daydreams with america

◯ uncivilised with england

◯ victorian poc with england

◯ childhood friend with hong kong

group headcanons

◯ heartbroken with the axis

◯ disappointed with the axis

◯ anxious with the axis

◯ unhappily married with the allies

◯ aroace with the allies

◯ lesbian with the allies

◯ refusing to eat with the allies

◯ insecure with the nordics

◯ sickly with the italy brothers

◯ pugnacious with the german brothers

◯ psychopath with eng-ita-ame

◯ androphobia with eng-spa-can

◯ otome with ger-eng-ame

◯ bosses relative with ger-eng-ame

◯ sociable with ger-eng-rus

◯ sharing with ger-eng-pru

◯ lovestruck with ger-swe-spa

◯ reciprocated yandere with rus-ame

◯ rejected proposal with rus-ger

yandere vs yandere

◯ austria vs switzerland

◯ ukraine vs belarus

◯ hungary vs romania

◯ england vs romania

◯ russia vs germany

◯ america vs russia

◯ america vs germany (p2, p3)

◯ norway vs iceland

◯ hong kong vs south korea

◯ greece vs turkey vs egypt

yandere alphabet

◯ D,M,Z with america

◯ F,H,I with america

◯ C,D,H with prussia

◯ D,A,Y with australia

◯ J,Q,U with the baltics

◯ D,W,Z with ame-can-fra

◯ X,S with eng-ger-rus

◯ F,L,M with eng-pru

◯ B,J,T with rus-ame

◯ E,K,R with ice-jap

◯ A,P,Y with hk-tai-mac

yandere discussion

◯ unrequited yandere

◯ warmonger

◯ fake broken

#yandere hetalia #masterlist #hetalia masterlist #hws #hetalia #aph hetalia #aph #aph headcanons #aph yandere

[nastyavolk-cp]

MY DEAREST - YANDERE!PLATONIC!ARTEMIS x “reader” (3/3)

Trigger warning: Physical violence, insulting, pure angst, psychological abuse.

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[ May 18th, 2023]

Alexia had finally developed a plan to escape Artemis and her Huntresses, she had thought and pondered for three months and a week to finally prepare her escape. She knew it was risky for her to try anything as she knew that Artemis was a born hunter and no prey would be able to escape her, but Alexia herself had learned a lot from the hunters and she herself was exploring their skills.

Of course, she wasn't a perfect hunter, but she had evolved a lot by then and that gave her more confidence to execute her plan to escape from there. What was in her favor was the fact that she had the trust of the other Huntresses, including Xenia, and she would even go so far as to say that she even has Artemis's.

However, a problem she was facing that could make it difficult for her to perform is that her body began to suffer from strange pains, in addition to that she felt that there was something strange going on inside her, it was a feeling that her bones they break but regenerate in a matter of minutes but in reality that didn't really happen and she was fine physically.

Because of this, she wasn't taken on intense hunts with other hunters, but instead stayed in the cave, often accompanied by Maia who was always checking to see if she was okay. Even with Artemis' orders that the Huntresses not treat Alexia like a baby, Maia indirectly circumvented this rule as the albino Huntress felt a connection with her and Alexia felt that the two had a genuine bond and that if she wanted to, she could take Maia along with her.

But Maia's loyalty lay on Artemis and not her, at the end of the day Maia would remain a huntress and would never think of running away from the pack, from her family. But Alexia was not like Maia, she held a grudge against Artemis for taking her away from her family and that she would never forgive her for making her and her parents suffer for her selfishness.

Alexia didn't feel safe anywhere, not even with Maia she was so much like her mother, keyword: similar. The albino would never be the same as Ekaterini, her smile would never be the same as hers, her words would never calm her the way Ekaterini calmed her, Maia’s touch would never be the same as hers. Maia was not Ekaterini and Ekaterini can never be replaced. And the girl missed her father, his words of encouragement and reassurance, how he would tell her stories from Romania when he put her to sleep, the smell of Romanian food he cooked for dinner and all the times he assured her that he loved her.

Her parents could never be replaced by anyone and their every memory was cherished and cherished safe, always livid in her mind and their smiles would never be erased. Every night she imagined them with her, their phantom hands running a hand through her dark brown curls and she could smell the woodsy scent of her father's favorite cologne and the sweet floral scent of her mother's shampoo.

But the girl will no longer need to fantasize because soon she will be able to have them back. She will make sure that she gets what she wants back and that Artemis would never again disturb and haunt her dreams.

[Hours later]

Alexia knew it was dawn and it was time for her to put her plan into action. She slowly gets up from her makeshift bed and cautiously takes her bow and arrows, without making any noise she manages to leave the cave without attracting anyone's attention and without waking the hunters who were plunged into a deep sleep, including Artemis.

The Greek girl took a deep breath silently and still aware of her surroundings she walked in the middle of the forest, she couldn't run as she would draw too much attention from any wild animal and she could risk getting caught faster if she wasn't cautious enough. enough. But as she walked away, her heart was pounding and agonizing, but why? Why did she feel this pain?

It was then that she suddenly felt drops of water fall from the sky and then a loud roar of thunder echoing from above. As the drops of water increased until it became an intense storm, Alexia's instincts immediately screamed for her to go back to the cave, where it was safe, where she could find comfort in her sisters, where she could be with Artemis.

What? What are these disgusting thoughts? She would never think so, but why had they come so suddenly? Why did she feel this feeling of wanting to feel safe in a group where she never felt security or affection?

Just when she thought about not giving in to her instincts and just moving forward, in front of her was a man. He was a tall man by Alexia's standards who was only 152 cm, maybe 190 cm, he had a well defined and muscular body, he had curly brown hair with white streaks and he had a big beard equally curly, he wore fancy clothes from Greece Ancient, his clear blue eyes along with his powerful aura told Alexia who he was.

Zeus.

“So you are my daughter's dearest doe? Her champion? Alexandra herself.” Zeus with his deep voice said followed by a loud sound of thunder. Alexia immediately grabbed an arrow and placed it on her bow, but Zeus held up his hands as if he were surrendering. “Calm down, Alexandra. I didn't come here to do you any harm, I was just curious why my darling daughter's most precious prize is wandering around on a stormy night like this.”

Alexia knew from her tone of voice that Zeus was mocking her and her anger at him only increased as she did not lower her loaded bow, the arrow aimed directly at the King of Gods. She wouldn't hesitate to throw it if necessary and she wouldn't risk letting her guard down, especially around a deity like Zeus who Alexia was aware of every horrible thing he ever committed, every sin he ever committed that he would never pay for him being the most powerful god on Olympus, no deity who knew his worth would dare to go against him.

“I will shoot if you come near!” Alexia threatened the god in a voice of pure hatred and spite, which surprised Zeus but he still maintained his calm and relaxed composure, which Alexia did not expect from a god who did not tolerate any disrespect from a mortal.

“There it is, just the way my little daughter likes it. You know, Alexandra, I see a lot of Artemis in you, I swear you two could be mistaken for sisters very easily!” Zeus continued and Alexia angrily shot him but the god's supernatural reflexes made him manage to catch the arrow even before it pierced his chest. The king of gods looked at her in shock and surprise, he didn't expect that she would actually do that, but she did.

Instead of feeling anger, as he normally would feel for someone daring to try to hurt him, Zeus let out a loud laugh which mixed with the powerful sound of thunder caused Alexia to startle. If she didn't already have a good impression of Zeus, now she got worse with the god laughing and laughing.

“Even the way you react to these things is so much like her!” Zeus continued to chuckle, but now his chuckles had quieted and he slowly regained his composure. “She saw herself in you and I can see that she is very close to making it.”

Alexia immediately frowns when he says that, what does he mean by that?

“What are you implying?” She questions him as she lowers her bow slowly and cautiously. Zeus's smile grew as he realized that she had no idea what was really going on.

“You know Alexandra, my daughter is very demanding and she has been wanting something that she could have all to herself for a long time, but it was only a while ago that she managed to have it. Which is you." Zeus said and Alexia let out a tired sigh, this was nothing new but she knew he had more to say so she allowed him to continue. "But she didn't just want a Huntress to complete her pack, but a sister. She wanted to have a sister to share things with but be hers alone and that no one could have her and steal from her. I think you didn't realize that in reality she had wounded you with her blood."

"What do you mean?"

“I heard that Artemis wounded you with an arrow when you went to reach your parents, in that arrow there was Artemis's own blood. As soon as you recovered she started feeding you small doses of ambrosia, tell me Alexandra, have you ever noticed anything odd about yourself?” Zeus asked with a cocky smile and Alexia felt her heart pounding too hard, it was a suffocating feeling and she swore she was barely able to breathe. “But there's nothing to worry about, Alexandra, knowing my own daughter, I know she'll take good care of her new sister, isn't that right, Artemis?”

Immediately Alexia looked back and her brown eyes met the cold forest green eyes of the goddess Artemis. The goddess walked towards them and Artemis's hand caught Alexia's arm with crushing strength, on the verge of almost breaking on the eyes of the Greek girl who stared at the auburn haired goddess in panic.

"I never thought you’d do anything useful, or even care about my sister." Artemis said in a cold tone, bordering on anger, but Zeus offered his bastard daughter a cocky smile and just disappeared without another word. Alexia felt the rain getting harder and harder if it hadn't been before and she could feel Artemis's cold gaze staring at her, not saying a single word but that her eyes meant so many things.

Then suddenly Alexia felt a strong burning sensation on her left cheek. Artemis slapped her very hard across the face and if it weren't for her hand holding her tightly, the girl would have easily fallen onto the wet floor. Artemis's anger could be felt down to the girl’s bones who was now muttering apologies but which were not heard, as Alexia was taken by Artemis who was silent the whole way, the grip on Alexia's arm became stronger and the girl's eyes began to weep in pain.

When the two got close to the cave, all the hunters stared at them, especially at Alexia. Most looked at her with mixed looks of betrayal, pity and disappointment.

“Go back inside, girls. Let me have a serious talk with Alexandra.” Artemis said, trying to sound calm, but her anger wasn't so easily contained. The huntresses agreed and then entered the cave again, leaving Alexia and Artemis alone.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" Artemis screamed and gave Alexia another slap in the face, this time she let go and the girl fell to the wet floor abruptly. The Greek girl began to cry, suffocated by anguish and fear, but this only provoked even more the uncontrollable and animalistic anger of Artemis who began to kick the girl and attack her.

“I GAVE YOU ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING! A HOME, A FAMILY, LOVE, AFFECTION!” Artemis' words were increasingly aggressive and loud as she continued her aggression against Alexia, who was crying a lot and begging for it to stop.

"Please stop!" Alexia cried but was ignored completely.

“BUT YET YOU DECIDE TO ESCAPE?!! RUN AWAY TO GO BACK TO THOSE USELESS MORTALS?!” The goddess of the hunt stopped her aggression but her words were still poisoned by hatred, Alexia started to cry even more, especially because Artemis had insulted her parents. “AM I REALLY GOING TO PUT IT UP IN YOUR DUMBASS HEAD THAT YOU ARE MINE?!!!”

But Alexia didn't answer, just curled into a ball and covered her face with her hands as she sobbed louder and louder. Artemis huffed in anger and now it looked like she was regaining her calm.

“Alright, if you want to stay outside so bad, stay here and die.” She said coldly and entered the cave, leaving Alexia alone crying. The Greek girl then crawls over to lean against a nearby tree and hugs her aching legs, buries her face in her arms and continues to cry as her body throbs with pain.

She has never felt so humiliated, attacked and wronged. Her chest burned with anguish and she just wanted her parents to be there to comfort her, but the mere image of them made her feel more pain and cry more. She didn't want her to see them like this, crying like a little child over being beaten like she had never been beaten in her life.

Alexia never imagined that Artemis was so cruel. The rain hit the Greek girl's body harder, not helping her aching body at all. The girl closed her eyes, wanting to believe that all this was all a nightmare, that in reality she is at home, with her parents comforting her from this nightmare and that soon they would eat her favorite breakfast.

"Why? Why…?" The girl mumbled and then she kept crying until finally her body got tired and no more tears came out of her eyes, then exhausted she fell asleep as she prayed that she could be spared from further suffering.

[Hours later]

Maia knew she was tasked with taking care of Alexia, even without saying a word to her, her Lady’s forest green gaze was enough to tell her that she was going to take care of Alexia as the goddess decided to go to who knows where.

The other Huntresses were tense even after Artemis was gone, but some showed anger at Alexia, especially Xenia who wasn't happy about it at all.

“Who does this girl think she is? She only causes problems, I already felt that.” The nymph said and a good part of the hunters agreed, but Maia and Ophelia knew that the girl was suffering, but they chose to say nothing. Maia ignored the other hunters and left the cave with a first aid kit in hand, she covered her eyes so that the sun's rays would not blind her.

As soon as she got used to the light, she went looking for Alexia which was a matter of a few minutes as she spotted the Greek girl sleeping against the tree. As the albino hunter approached, her stomach turned when she saw the poor girl all covered in bruises and bruises. She knew that Lady Artemis was very violent and aggressive when she was angry, but she couldn't help but feel sad to see Alexia hurt in this way, for in the eyes of the eldest Huntress, she was just a child.

With just a touch on Alexia's arm, the brunette girl woke up in an instance, fear and desperation in her eyes, which made Maia pull away a little.

“Alexandra, darling, it's me.” Maia said in a reassuring tone, but the girl started to cry again, her bruised face being once again stained by her tears as she sobbed once more. The albino huntress then put the kit aside and gently pulled Alexia into a sitting position and hugged the crying Greek girl into her shoulder.

“There, there, it’s over, it’s over.” The albino said, trying to calm Alexia using her hand on the girl's back, making light and delicate massages so that the Greek girl in tears would relax.

“It hurts… Mommy… I want to wake up… I want to go home…” Alexia murmured as she cried, Maia knew that Alexia was thinking that she was seeing her own mother and that everything she was experiencing at that moment was just a nightmare.

“Come, let me tend to your wounds.” Maia said and then took the first aid kit, asked the girl to lean against the tree and she began to take care of every wound that her Lady provided on Alexia's still aching body.

The wounds didn't hurt like they used to, but it caused the Greek girl a lot of anguish to look at. It was a reminder that this was not a dream, but a bitter reality.

“Here, it’s done.” Maia said and stood up, then held her hand out to Alexia. “Let's go inside, you have to rest properly.”

“No… they all hate me…” Alexia mumbled and Maia shook her head.

“They won't do anything to you, I promise, it'll just be the two of us in there. Let's sleep together if you want, I'll make sure you rest better.” The albino insisted and the girl reluctantly agreed. Then Maia helps the girl to her feet and the two go to the cave, where all the hunters, except Ophelia, stare at her with judgmental and even hateful looks, but no words are spoken.

Then the huntresses leave the cave, leaving Maia and Alexia alone. The albino pulls her makeshift bed next to Alexia's, she helps the Greek girl to lie under the bed and she settles in next to the new goddess.

“It's going to be alright, Alexandra. Sleep tight, I'll be here when you wake up, I promise." Maia murmured and Alexia closed her eyes again, hoping her dream was more merciful than Artemis's hateful words.

#alexandra lykaios romanescu #alexia romanescu/female reader #yandere greek gods #yandere greek mythology #Artemis Route #yandere artemis #my dearest au

[abbyfmc]

Servant! x Yandere Evil Queen! reader:

Before we begin, a belated Merry Christmas and New Year! I haven't updated because I'm really lazy lately, but I decided to change that and bring you something.

Reader is the yandere today, and she is based on the Bloody Countess Elizabeth Bathory. The other Oc of mine is called William.

Pictures are not mine!

[Story told by a poor old man]

This story happened some time ago. It was 1580, the year in which in the great country of Zealia, near Romania, there was a time of very dark reign for all, originated by a cruel queen educated in politics, science, manners and arts named (y/n) (t /a) from Zealia, and anyone who finds out about this will say "Wow! How good! Many men must have felt envious that a woman surpassed them in that!" and yes, it was like that. But that smart girl was also a very dark and evil person with petty instincts and an incredible ego or pride.

As soon as (y/n) (t/a) is mentioned by the Zealin inhabitants, many adopt a bitter taste on the tongue almost immediately, since his term or reign was the bloodiest to date. She suffered from intense fits of anger or rage from a very young age. The Queen murdered the King who was unfaithful to her and his lover, which only exposed her cruelty and rancor. Finding herself alone, she practiced black magic with a very sinister court of witches, sorcerers, and alchemists, learning quite a bit from them.

It was a cloudy day when a young boy in his 20s named William, who was from a poor family after the death of his father, was desperately looking for a job to support the family. He wandered and wandered through the streets but found nothing anywhere, until he passed in front of the sadistic queen's castle. He thought about it for a moment, then made up his mind and tried to enter, but the guards blocked his way.

--What are you looking for here? Who the hell are you?-- asked one of them in a harsh voice, blocking his way.

--I-I'm here b-because i search j-job-- William replied stuttering.

--Ah, I see that you want the position of royal servant or butler, because with that ridiculous way of speaking, no one would want you as a royal guard-- The other guards laughed and let the outraged and humiliated William pass, who was led by one of them down a corridor where other men and women stood there, apparently nervously looking for a job just like him.

--Here it is, the Queen will be here in a moment. goodbye stuttering girl-- The guard said, walking off the way he came and leaving an intimidated William among other people.

Until she came.

--Good morning everyone-- The Queen greeted firmly and politely. She was a beautiful young woman who would captivate any man who did not know of her sudden outbursts and anger. Everyone looked at her, fell silent and bowed, even William himself, which made the highness and William's eyes meet for the first time, and what caused that? that the evil queen fell in love at first sight with that innocent boy.

--I see that you come to look for work. Well, they will be given training in which their ability and aptitude for the job will be closely monitored. The better you do, the more you will advance, and the more you advance, more privileges you will have-- The Queen walked around the room at a slow pace, looking at everyone until she stopped in front of William, who remained motionless and did not say a word.

--What's your name?-- she asked him.

--William Cruz, Your Majesty-- She nodded, captivated by those pretty emerald green eyes as William felt uncomfortable.

--Interesting, and you?-- She once again walked around the room asking the names of each future employee or guard and after finishing with everyone, she returned to her starting place.

--Perfect. Now all that remains is to explain the rules that they will be forced to follow while working here unless they want to go back to sleep in their filthy houses or on the streets and starve to death-- By the words with which she addressed the social classes of those present, she implied that she could probably be a class person. He proceeded to explain the rules which were as follows:

--Number One: You should always be there when called. -Number Two: Ensure the safety of her royal highness and the palace or the kingdom, especially for those who want to be guards of the royal army. -Number Three: Obey everything without question. -Number Four: Willing to travel long distances if ordered to. -Number Five: Be respectful and respond politely to royals, guests, etc. -Number Six: Always dress appropriately. -Number Seven: It is forbidden to give out personal royal information to anyone unless the Queen gives permission. -Number Eight: Keep everything clean, especially for future maids, butlers, etc. -Number Nine: Prepare the food and drinks very well and try them before the queen to avoid poisoning the aforementioned. -Number Ten: Inform your Highness of any attack or conspiracy carried out against it. -Number Eleven: Punish anyone who dares to attack your highness, especially for future guards or executioner executioners. -Number Twelve: Don't steal ANYTHING. -Number Thirteen: Ask permission to send letters to your relatives. -Number Fourteen: If you want to see your families, you must still ask permission. -Number Fifteen: Get up very early and be very punctual.

And a lot more rules, but so many, that William and the others turned pale to hear the Queen say so many demands. At that moment a couple of people arrived, a stocky and tall man of intimidating appearance in the uniform of a royal guard and a woman of apparently no more than 45 years old with maid clothes and a wrinkled face of not very friendly. The Queen introduced them as Adrian to the royal guard and Bellatrix to the maid, who will be the instructors in the training of these people.

--Those who want to be royal servants follow me-- Bellatrix said. Then William and another small group of men as well as all the women followed the lady, while another large retinue of men stayed behind with the royal guard to be arduously trained in the army. Bellatrix was saying that if they break a rule, they can be fired or punished in whatever way the queen and her royal court dictate, which made young William swallow hard.

--You can rest in your rooms for today. are these from here-- She led them to some rooms which weren't very pretty, but at least they had a bed, some sheets and rugs and some dirty and threadbare wooden tables. William sat on his new bed and looked around his room for a bit. The decoration was not very striking, as there were only extinguished torches and decayed paint on the walls, apart from some old curtains that covered a large window that let in the evening light.

--Thank you God for helping me find a job-- He whispered under his breath, lying down on the bed and slowly falling asleep.

The boy did not know that in his work he would only see misfortunes.

Time passed and William had about nine months of hard training to be the Queen (Y/n)'s personal assistant, after she saw for herself his high performance (or at least used that to spy on him how in love she was). of the). He prepared her meals, he was very polite with royalty, he always tried to keep everything clean, he obeyed his instructor and trainer Bellatrix in everything, he learned very quickly and followed all the rules to the letter, standing out far above all the others servants and maids.

To the point that the Queen herself appointed him her royal confidante or company man, which at that time was unusual, but no one would question the bloodthirsty yandere queen, neither would William, so he had no option to refuse or choose, in front of everyone in the throne room so William accepted. Happiness was visible on the young man's face, since now he would be surrounded by privileges that others wanted.

--I hope you don't fail me, my dear confidante-- William nodded while remaining on his knees in a respectful manner, to which the evil queen smiled.

But sooner rather than later, the misfortunes began.

At first, she simply sent her court members to write many letters when they were away, checked that their food and drinks did not have any kind of poison, played any musical instrument for her, helped her with her baths, dressing, etc. comb her hair and ensure her safety and make sure that EVERYONE has respect for her everywhere she steps. The uninformed young man believed that this would be a small price to pay for his promotion and profit due to his efforts, but in reality all this was happening because the queen wanted him to spend more time with her and only her.

She made him punish everyone who went against him in horrible ways with whipping, burning, beating, public humiliation and even once in winter, the queen (y/n) made William drag a girl who flirted with him into the garden snowy, naked and then proceeded to have William pour cold water on her in buckets until the girl froze to death. He also had Will force another girl with a reputation for being flirtatious to sit on a red-hot iron plate of ice from which she was not lifted for two hours just for talking to her love target.

However, the terror began when she gradually developed an unhealthy obsession with beauty, which caused her love for William to turn into madness. He constantly asked her if she was beautiful, William, out of fear and to please her, he told her "Yes, Your Majesty, you are the most beautiful" however, that did not improve things at all, on the contrary, it only made them worse.

--WILLIAM!-- The queen called the young man out loud in a furious manner as soon as the boy arrived from his family's house with the mission of bringing food and medicine to his mother and brothers with the permission of the queen (Y/n). So he ran to her furious highness's room.

--What's up your highness?! Who made you suffer this time?!-- He entered the room where he saw an angry (Y/n) with a slightly red cheek from what appears to be a burn and a beaten up maid on her knees sobbing and begging for what William overheard was her life.

--Look what this maid has done to me! That makeup had something acid in it! And to think that it was a good idea to let this random do my makeup!-- He now saw His Majesty's outbursts of rage more clearly, to which William nodded, leaning forward slightly in reverence. Then he took the maid who was crying inconsolably for fear of the punishments of that sadistic psychopath.

--Wait, I want you to know that when I slapped her, I cut her cheek a little with my fingernail and I swear I saw the skin on my finger rejuvenate, so I want you, Adrian and Bellatrix to cut her neck and veins and That they then empty their blood into a barrel so that I can then prepare my bath-- William was completely horrified by the orders of his yandere mistress, but out of fear he did not question any of her words, he said "Yes, your majesty" and left the room, taking the maid who was imploring for her life while William tried not to cry, helpless for what he has to do in order not to be severely punished by the queen. Then Adrian and Bellatrix appeared down the hall and William warned them about their mistress's order and they, not being at all surprised by the meanness and meanness of Miss (Y/n) (Y/a), obeyed.

The months passed and the situation escalated for the worse.

The queen (Y/n) would have maids tortured and then have Adrian, William, Bellatrix and other servants drain the blood of those virgin maids into buckets to then be carried away and emptied into the queen's large private tub when she asked for a bath on the condition that William is the one who prepares it for her and who watches her bathe, sometimes forcing the poor boy to come in with her.

--Come here. now-- She ordered him authoritatively and William unfortunately had to obey her whims, take off his clothes and enter with her.

--You will be mine, only mine-- She took him by the cheeks and forced him to kiss her, standing with her beautiful naked body in front of him.

--I am capable of bathing in the blood of any woman you talk to. Noble, peasant, relative or friend. I don't care as long as I have you in my power-- William nodded fearfully. He agreed to submit to its power because he himself has seen what the tortures that occur in the dungeons of that place are like, such as gout torture, the metal pear, the wheel or the famous iron maiden in which she would push young girls inside and once they closed it, spikes would stick into their bodies, causing them to bleed profusely.

But that wasn't the only thing the yandere queen forced the unfortunate William to do.

--Finally we are both alone-- She would sneak into his room at night or lock the boy in his to force him to have 'nightly passion soirees' where she was satisfied while the unfortunate boy was disgusted, but kept quiet so as not to lose his skin.

--I love having you all to myself-- The queen (Y/n) was saying after reaching orgasm in William's mouth after blackmailing him into executing his mother so that he would agree to be just one with her that night.

--Do you love being only mine? tell me yes-- Then she proceeded to bite him on the neck and other parts, which was not very well seen, especially if it came from a woman, but the queen's castle (Y/n) was known to be a place of spilling or baths of blood and sin.

--Yes majesty-- He made her moan and come several times. It made her feel unique, powerful, commanding, and very much alive.

And she wouldn't share her man with anyone.

He would be hers forever and she wouldn't let him go, or so she wanted to believe. Why is that? Because there were no longer any maids in the castle, which made the queen angry (but on the one hand it made her happy since no one would flirt with her love interest), so it occurred to her to disguise her atrocities with the excuse that she would make her castle a boarding school for young girls from noble families, which was successful for some time until the queen was able to satisfy her insane desire to be the most beautiful and always be young (to the point that if she did not bathe in the blood of her victims, she would he would chase down any woman who tried to compete with him or any man who insulted her) while forcing William to torture every girl he spoke to. Meanwhile, young William, already fed up with everything, set out to plan an escape together with other girls daughters of nobles to report what is happening to the authorities.

Luckily people were already starting to take notice. Too many disappearances of noble girls in the Zealin castle and how difficult it was to hide the corpses. The emerald eyed one pretended like everything was the same whether it was sending letters to his family along with food and medicine, cleaning, pleasing his mistress, preparing their baths and now, hiding girls' corpses in a distant field until a certain night.

One of those girls came from a noble family very close to the prince of the neighboring kingdom called Darius II of Iwrira, so she collaborated with the escape to go with her family and for her family to notify the prince to see if an intervention can be made military with his Iwrirnense army.

They went out at night. William sneaked into a dark alley where he took off some of his clothes while the little he still had on he dirty with a little mud and took other ragged rags and a torn sheet that was in the trash that served as a cape. black which smelled very bad, but it was enough to look like a bum and not be discovered by the guards. The girls who escaped did something similar.

--Very good, now only this is missing-- He bent down and scooped up some water from a bucket to pour on the ground and put the mud on his face. Now he really didn't look like the elegant butler he used to. He even messed up his hair a lot and then put the cape on top. William walked stealthily between alleys until he ran into the girls, or well, two of them and they went away from the castle area.

Thanks to the girls and their noble families, it was possible to report to Prince Darius from a neighboring army the case of the queen (Y/n) (Y/a) and the millions of dead maidens or young women, which caused the prince to send her army to the Zealin castle in order to make her pay for her crimes.

Obviously there was a confrontation between the Darius army and the Zealin army in which the Zealin lost. Servants, guards, butlers and finally the queen (Y/n) (Y/a) were seized, who was shouting curses left and right about her being betrayed, asking for William and demanding with a great fit of anger that he she stabbed him from behind, that they look for him and even implored for his freedom for according to her being pregnant with William (which was true thanks to their nights of passion).

The justice of Prince Darius II of Iwrira did not listen to her word, not because of the issue of being a woman or not, but because of the horrible murders and tortures that were carried out in her castle due to her dark instincts. The families of those victims WANTED her head.

--Well, Madame (Y/n)-- Darius said in a court next to his royal court of respectable aristocrats where the queen was being tried.

--Because of the crimes you committed, you will be executed by guillotine and your servants will be sentenced to burn at the stake-- The prince ruled as the final sentence, since in his kingdom he was the one who sentenced criminals. Thereupon, he ordered her to be taken to the large main square where a large guillotine was led, where people were settling around her while she was grabbed like anyone in dirty and ragged clothes while the others yelled "DEATH!".

And at that precise moment the former queen (Y/n) saw someone special in her audience. To her traitor.

To the only person to whom she gave her evil heart.

William, but he had his cloak and dirty rags on him, which was why no one recognized him. But it was too late to ask for release, besides that the evil queen would never regret it as long as she died being the most evil, the most self-centered and the most beautiful.

But also with a broken heart and full of betrayal.

Until the metallic blade separated her head from his neck. The same thing happened with the servants at the stake.

[End of old man's story].

Finally came years of peace for us Zealinenses. There was no tyranny and not as many people died as in that crude reign, but the damage that (Y/n) (Y/a) of Zealia caused is still there. Many families are sad or devastated by the loss of a daughter, sister, mother, wife, and of course, the odd father, brother, or son alike.

Today I have my own family. A wife just as old as me, my children and my grandchildren who ask me questions about my life and my history, and I tell them and they are surprised and amazed when they hear my words.

--But… grandfather… If there were so many corpses, where did they bury them then?-- The eldest of my grandchildren, Fabián II, asked me while the others, even the girls, continue to look at me expectantly since history apparently has them on the edge of their seats.

--Well, do you see the great white wall in the distance from our cornfield? In that cemetery all the bodies of those people who were murdered by that evil queen were buried-- They agreed, understanding what I taught them in previous days while they helped me pick corn together with my old wife.

--However, no one knows where that bloodthirsty harpy is buried, so don't ask that-- I warned them. At that time no one agreed with the queen (Y/n) being buried there, so no one knows exactly where her body is, but no one was interested in knowing. They didn't even want to mention her name, so Zealia remained in mourning and silence for a while.

Now we are ruled by a very distant relative of that evil queen in a more peaceful way.

--Grandpa, one more question-- My ten-year-old grandson named Javier tells me who had remained silent until then. I realized that the other children left with their parents who came looking for them.

--Yes? Tell me--.

--How do you know the details of that terrifying story? What happened to William?-- I knew that question would come one day. I never told the whole story, because I wasn't so sure how my listeners would react.

--Oh well. If you are the one who lives the story in the flesh or yourself, you should know all or most of the details when telling it-- Javier's jaw dropped at my revelation, since I always used the name Alejandro, hiding my real identity for fear of getting caught.

--So you… you were William all this time?-- I went 'Shhh!' with my finger between my lips as a sign to keep quiet, to which he agreed.

--Yes, I was William all this time-- I told him in whispers.

--But promise me one thing-- He moved a little closer to me, nodding.

--You must not tell anyone of my true identity-- He nodded and then went to his brother Fabian who was talking about I don't know what in front of my little house. Only my wife knows, with whom I escaped from that martyrdom and spent some time working for her noble family, earning a certain salary. And yes, I visited my family at that time and dedicated myself to agriculture to survive in secret.

When mom died and my brothers each went their separate ways, my wife and I settled here and had our offspring. I did not tell the truth to any of my children for fear that they would catch me and kill them, so I always told the story in the third person while calling myself Alejandro and I even made my wife refer to me like that instead to use my real name in public.

--What did you already tell them? When would you tell our children?-- Asked my wife, who appeared behind me, coming out of the kitchen.

--Only Javier-- I answered turning to her.

--Be very careful who you tell it to--She warned me.

--I know Mary-- I answered her calmly again.

At least I know that my last days will be calm. If I can't kill a guard, my age will sooner or later and the same with my old wife. But I will be happy because I will die without someone having me by their side, kidnapped while bathing in blood to increase their beauty.

-The End.

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The (Y/n) of this chapter was inspired by Erzebeth Báthory, the bloody countess.

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere reader #oc #yandere queen #cw yandere #platonic yandere #obsessive yandere #yandere girl #tw yandere #yandere female oc #yandere fanfiction

[yandere-romanticaa]

Your Hetalia yandere according to your MBTI:

ESTJ: Prussia.

ESTP: Germany.

ESFJ: Romano.

ESFP: Lithuania.

ISTJ: America.

ISTP: Czech Republic.

ISFP: China.

ISFJ: Switzerland.

INTJ: Cuba.

INTP: Australia.

INFP: Portugal.

INFJ: Romania.

ENTJ: Finland.

ENTP: England.

ENFP: Belarus.

ENFJ: Russia.

#yandere #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #hetalia x reader #hetalia axis powers #yandere hetalia #dark hetalia #dark hetalia x reader #mbti personality types #mbti x reader #yandere mbti #anime x mbti #mbti #infj #infp #intp #intj #istp #estp #esfp #istj #isfp #isfj

[the-broken-truth]

Good morning, I came to ask about Resident Evil Village. 👨 + 🔥 (Life Magic) + [YAN]

The male reader would be a representation of natural life, where he passes the plants and trees grow and spread, even in the cold winter the animals and plants manage to survive as long as he is near. He is always close to the events involving the forest, and manages to disappear in the forest being seen only when he wants to, making it impossible for the Lords to capture him by the orders of mother Miranda, he attacks anyone who tries to harm the animals or forest, impaling them with roots or even opening the ground to bury them, bringing animals and plants back to life so that the forest does not lose its shine. And the only time they were able to see his true form was not a mutation or a monster, but someone who resembles a dryad, with small branches and leaves for the body and several flowers among his hair and clothes made of a silk that almost it is transparent, something simply divine. Sometimes he appears to talk if they do something good for the forest, revealing to be someone kind to those who don't hurt his family (Trees and animals)

Broken Truth: A Dryad? I have never had a Dryad Ask before, this will be interesting and you want it to be a Yandere Story; I'll make Miranda the Yandere of this story - Alcina hates men...but Donna is my favorite... I'll do something with her in the end. Time to let the words weave together.

[Mother Miranda's Chapel - Meeting of the Lords]

"Welcome to this meeting, Children; I have summoned you today because something has come to my attention and I want you all to deal with it as soon as possible," Miranda said behind her golden mask as her blue eyes glared out at the 4 Lords of the Romanian Village - mere puppets in her grand scheme to revive her daughter, Eva. This situation however didn't have anything to do with the revival of her daughter...well..perhaps it didn't. This new objective could aid her in her mission of reviving Eva.

"What is this new objective, Mother Miranda? How can House Dimitrescu be of service to you?" Alcina - The Head of House Dimitrescu - asked with her cigarette in her hands safely secured in her cigarette holder before taking a puff and blowing the smoke in Karl's direction, making the 4th Lord growl at her in irritation.

"There is a man in the woods - I want you to bring him to me alive. He shall be the one to stand by my side and rule the village as my husband." Miranda said as a blush crept across her face, making the other members of the family look at her with confusion on their faces.

"A Man? What kind of man could be worthy enough to stand by your side, Mother Miranda?" Alcina asked - truly confused by her mother's request to find a man that lives in the woods - truly a primal man if she lived in the forest with no civilization. Why would she allow such a filthy male to stand beside her mother in a higher position than her?

"This man is no ordinary mortal - he is a supernatural creature known as a Dryad, a nature spirit that causes the life around them to flourish regardless of the condition the land is in." Miranda explained.

"A Dryad? In Romania? How is that possible and how did he go undetected for so long?" Angie asked as Donna spoke through her

"I am uncertain how he was unable to remain hidden from my sight for so long but I am glad that I found him. I have seen his power and his visage and I want him to be the one who stands beside me and rules this village; what's more, he has the power of life itself, and he might be able to aid me in reviving Eva. This is your new mission besides researching the Cadou and finding a host to revive Eva: Find this male and get him to join me as my husband." Miranda said as she looked at her children, who all nodded and rose to their feet before leaving the room, and Miranda was alone with her thoughts.

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It has been 3 weeks since the meeting with Mother Miranda to find the mysterious Dryad and bring him to Mother Miranda, however, she hasn't had any luck in tracking him but she did notice strange signs that supernatural works were in the making. During her hunting trip with her daughters in search of Deer Meat, they found a pregnant deer grazing on a patch of grass in a field of snow - how could the grass grow during the months of winter? Daniela's mouth watered a the thought of deer meat touching her tongue when she lunged at the creature but was suddenly grabbed by a long root that shot from the ground like a speeding bullet and wrapped around her like a snake around a field mouse. The Other 2 Daughters and Alcina ran from their hiding spots and ran to help Daniela when they were also trapped by the mysterious roots - Alcina tried to summon her claws but she couldn't reach her daughters or herself.

Alcina watched as a figure walked out of the bushes - a male with lightly tanned skin as if his skin was kissed by the sun, snow white hair, and emerald green eyes dressed in a silk robe that covered his body except for his forearms and below his knees - reveal leaves attached to the skin on his exposed skin. This was him - The Dryad that Mother Miranda was looking for.

"The Rules of the Forest state that those who hunt for prey are not allowed to kill female animals or expecting mothers - surely you all knew this before you ventured into my forest." The Dryad stated.

"We're just hunting for dinner, does it matter what gender of animal we hunt?" Bela asked from her restraints.

"Yes, it does. Now, I'm going to release you and I want you to leave this forest & don't return; I care not how you get your meat from now on but you will not hunt for it here any longer." The Dryad said as he lifted his hand and called h roots back, releasing the Head and Heirs of Houe Dimitrescu to their feet. He turned to walk away with the deer when Alcina called out to him, "And what is it that you want?"

"Mother Miranda demands that you join her as her husband and rule the village with her. Come with me and surrender to Mother Miranda's Will." Alcina demanded but the Dryad just shook his head.

"I care not what your leader demands - I follow the Law of Nature, not the words of a grieving woman who believes she is playing god." The Dryad walked into the bushes with the deer and disappeared. Mother Miranda was going to need to find out about him.

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"YOU HAVE FAILED ME! ALL OF YOU! HOW HARD IT IS TO COLLECT ONE MALE AND GET HIM TO JOIN ME AS MY HUSBAND?! WHY ARE YOU ALL SO FOOLISH?!" The Village Leader roared after getting the mission report from Alcina, another failure in getting her husband - the man who was destined to be hers and hers alone.

"Mother Miranda, he trapped my daughters and me in roots, if I attacked him, he would have most likely killed us." Alcina tried but Miranda wasn't having it.

"NO EXCUSES! YOU ALL FAIL ME!! You know what? Just focus on the Cadou, I'll worry about capturing my husband myself." Miranda said as she walked out of the room, her mind filled with images of the Dryad with a sick smile on her face, "You will be mine, my love."

#resident evil village #mother miranda #alcina dimitrescu #male reader #dryad reader

[affectionatebunny]

Andrei Baciu

a/n: I’m a sucker for big scary tuff guy, who’s actually a big softy (to you at least)

Masterlist   Andrei’s masterlist

Warning: Possessive behaviour, injuries and blood, killing, animal deaths

Type of yandere: He’s not to bad of a yandere, but when he does stuff it’s real big, he has no problem with killing people (he’s killed things his entire life), he’s a bit obsessive, really possessive

Hair: Browny blonde hair

Eye colour: One brown, the other a milky white because of his scar

Skin: Beige colour, he has a few scars all throughout his body

Build: He’s a big boy (don’t matter what your size is he’s bigger than you), tall, and got that chubby body we all love

Age: 27

Place of birth: Romania

Personality: He seems really scary, but he is real sweetheart (people never find out because their too intimidated by him)

Job: Butcher

About them 

He is a big boy (I won’t specify to much because I want him to be perfect for you, but he’s big)

He’s really insecure about his size, a lot of people find him intimidating because of his size and his huge scar he has across his eye (he’s half blind) 

But don’t let that fool you, he may seem ruff around the edges but he is a real teddy bear

The fact he works as a butcher doesn’t really help his image, having bits of blood on you, and carrying a huge knife, yeah that’s not going to help peoples opinion on you

Also the way he got the scar on his face is nowhere near as scary as people would think. He got it when he was a kid, he just really wanted to pet this cat, wild might I add, and miraculously he was able to escape before the cat could kill him because he touched it.

He proceeded to go home with blood dripping down his face from the huge scar he got, no one even noticed until dinner because he went straight to his room

Even though his job literally involves killing animals, he is a huge animal lover, you could give any animal and he would love, he loves the weirdest animals

He would give the best hugs, he’ll make sure you feel safe and happy

He can also cook really well, always making dishes he grew up with

He started hunting with his dad at a really young age, his family had always been involved in the meat industry, so he grew up doing everything he does now for his job

Because of all his time spent outside hunting, he has quite a few scars, from little accidents, sometimes from his own knife, or the animal, one time he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going and fell into his own trap

Going to his possessive side as a yandere, the reason being because you were the first person to treat him like a normal person, other than his family that is, so how could he let you go, he doesn’t want to risk you meeting someone that you might find better than him, so yeah, he’ll gladly eliminate competition, 

#yandere #yandere bio #yandere x reader #oc andrei #oc x reader #x reader #yandere male

[omorinovaau]

I'm Alex,and I'm transmasc,demiromantic,demisexual and pansexual. I use they/he pronouns!! I LOVE Yandere simulator,Omori,Undertale,DDLC and PJSK!!!!

I love kelbrey,kimbrey,seabunny(cris x auby), minbrey(mincy x auby),caprisun(kel x sunny),cactiflower(kel x basil),sunkissed(kel x basil x sunny),solar system(kel x aubrey x basil x sunny),heromari,sea bunny portrait (mincy x cris x aubrey),seashell drawing(cris x mincy),minkimbrey(mincy x kim x auby) rose scented watercolors(aubrey x kim x cris x mincy),bluecottoncandy(cris x kim x auby),criskimmin(cris x kim x mincy),breadbasket(daphne x mari) and bebebrey(bebe x aubrey).

I headcanon Aubrey as an ambiamorous gay transmasc, who uses he/they pronouns.

I headcanon Kel as a nonbinary cupioromantic polyamorous demisexual panromantic,who uses they/them pronouns.

I headcanon Hero as a bigender gay(mari was the only girl he liked romantically),who uses he/she pronouns.

I headcanon Basil as a genderfluid cupioromantic polyamorous greysexual uranic,who uses she/her pronouns.

I headcanon Sunny as a transfem agender asexual polyamorous,who uses it/its pronouns.

Basil,Aubrey,Kel and Sunny are all dating!

When asked if they're a girl or a boy,Aubrey says : 'i'm a menace to society'

Aubrey's nicknames are : Aubs,Aub,Auby,Rey,Brey(pronounced 'bree').

Aubrey's alias is 'Melon',or 'Mel' for short.

Sunny's nicknames are : Sunshine,Sun,Snnuy.

Hero prefers 'Hero' over her real name,'Henry'.

Basil's name is actually her alias,her real name is Florin.

Basil has two aliases : one is 'Basil',and the other is 'Flower'

Aubrey is american,to be more specific,texan.

Basil is romanian,100% romanian,to be more specific,she's transylvanian. When she gets mad,she starts swearing and yelling in romanian,Kel has to calm her down.

Kel is latino,to be more specific,mexican,so is Hero.

Sunny is half japanese and half romanian,to be more specific(sorry if im saying that way too much) moldovanian,sometimes it joins in on Basil's swearing. It and Basil playfully argue about which side of romania is better,transylvania or moldova.

Melon(auby) LOVES HEADPATS,especially from Kim.

Hero's personality starts rubbing off on Kel,and vice versa,so like 4 years after the good ending,they have kinda switched personalities,not completely though.

Aubrey's personality gradually changes with age,his personality is kind of like Ichika's from PJSK.

Sunny's personality remains the same.

Basil,gradually changes with age,she gradually becomes sarcastic,humorous and kinda foul-mouthed.

Hero regrets acting so mature at such a young age,he regrets never acting like a KID,he wasted his only childhood acting way older then he was,and as an adult,she is starting to act like how Kel acted when they were younger.

Kel decided to dye their hair with Mel,Kel has purple AND pink streaks in their hair now.

Hero's favourite color is lavender.

Basil's favourite color is sage green.

Sunny's favourite color is white.

Aubrey and Kel's favourite color is cherry blossom pink.

Sunny dresses in the morute aesthetic.

Basil dresses in the fairy grunge aesthetic.

Kel dresses in the fairy kei aesthetic.

Aubrey dresses in the pastel goth aesthetic.

Hero dresses in the fairy grunge aesthetic.

Kel listens to Mother Mother,Maretu,Kikuo,vocaloid,cavetown,destroy boys,Jack Stauber,pastel ghost and Penelope Scott.

Aubrey listens to Mindless self indulgence,vocaloid,cavetown,GRLwood,destroy boys,girl in red,Neoni,and Olivia Rodrigo.

Sunny listens to cavetown,destroy boys,the runaways and TV girl.

Basil listens to cavetown,Alex G,Surf Curse,GRLwood,Odetari and Vundabar.

Hero listens to Alex G,Mysteron,Mareux,cavetown,Vundabar and Neoni.

#omori #omori headcanons #yapping #professional yapper #headcanons #hero omori #aubrey omori #melon #omori kel #sunny omori #omori basil #lgbtqia

[yandating]

🌹 Name: Alice (Not my real name but I'll tell you when we talk :)))) )

💕 Age: 20

💌 Gender: Female, she/her mostly but I do sometimes like they/them

🥀 Are you yandere on non-yandere: Fairly yandere, but it's not really the kind that shows too clearly from the get-go

🩸 Where are you from: Romania!

🕷 Tell us about yourself: I'm usually a reserved, quiet person irl, but I actually do really like talking to people one on one, even though ironically enough it can tire me out pretty quicklu. I'd say I have a lower self esteem than normal, but I am getting better! ...Ever so slowly but hey I'm getting there.

I'm a big fan of writing and doing digital art! I also really love playing videogames, expecially horror games and visual novels. Actually I generally really like horror stuff! I either like things that are extremely funny and lighthearted or stuff that is absolutely scarring. No inbetweens for me.

If you know me in real life I look a bit apathetic and robotic, almost, but I'm the complete opposite. I'm a pretty emotional and passionate person and it's easy as all hell to get fixated on things I like. For example starting to play Sims 3 again is pretty much a death sentence for a few days because it means I will not do anything but play that game.

What kind of yandere am I? Very good question! I'm pretty obsessive when the person's right, and I do have the slightest tendency to get jealous. I'm sorry though if that doesn't show quite enough lmao, after years of conditioning to not act like that it won't show too clearly.

I work the endless hell that is known as customer care, despite the fact I have severe social anxiety. It sounds like it makes literally no sense but it sort of does since it's through messaging (and in english I for some reason hate my own language).

Also I love cute things. Sanrio and lolita fashion is my life and blood. Can't wait til I can finally get the guts to dress that way. 😭

🖤 What are you looking for: Someone who's supportive an non-judgemental, and what I feel like is most important, someone who actually listens to what I talk about and respects me. I want to be treated as an equal, I'm sick of people infantilazing me lmao.

Someone who is fiercely loyal and very obsessive, jealous but doesn't act out on it too much despite it. I want to be as significant to my significant other as they are to me.

I'd love a yandere who is a considerably bigger one than I am, but still not too intense, the kind that wouldn't be able to control their own actions. I also want someone that respects my boundaries and would be okay if I need a bit of time alone when I'm having a tough time mentally. Sometimes I just need a bit of time to calm down, it's never anything personal.

I would love someone who's really affectionate, especially verbally. Nicknames would be really cute! I give really dumb nicknames but they're filled with love I assure you. ♡

Also, someone who's smart and interesting to talk to but doesn't brag about it would be really nice! Narcissism is a huge turn off for me.

In short, if you're warm, smart, supportive and respectful, I'll probably like you quite a lot. ^^

🪦 What's your mbti: INFP! I always get that without one exception lmao

🌌 Contact information: My username is Alice_lied on Discord. Don't be too confused by vaguely ominous username, I pretty much just mixed the name of a rpg horror game I really like, Alicemare and Elfen Lied, an anime I'm not too big of a fan of but the name drew me to watching it alone. :,)

#yandere #submission #yandere dating