#yandere toh collector

[yandere-chocolate]

Yandere Collector x human Reader ~(Platonic)~

(There is absolutely 0 demand for this character as a yan & in general, but we’re still here.)

(Sorry for any grammar mistakes/misspellings)

(Btw, the Collectors age wasn’t entirely revealed yet, so they’re a teenager in this. Doesn’t make a difference, but thought you’d wanna know.)

(Scenerio: You are a human in the Boiling Isles. The Collector has been reduced back to their shadow form after the “Day Of Unity”)

TW: yandere content, implied abandonment, kidnapping

You were walking alone in the forest. You were lost & trying to find shelter, but it was too dark & the sounds of the creatures in the dark pulsed adrenaline through your veins. You had to get out of here. Out of “the Boiling Isle”.

You have no idea how you got here, you swear that you just woke up here, but that didn’t matter right now. Surviving did.

As you found some warm shelter you fell asleep there. You didn’t even notice the two glowing eyes on you.

“Hehe…a human! A human!” The Collector laughed excitedly, “a new friend! Oh, I won’t be alone anymore!” The large, glowing shadow ran across the room, spinning themselves in circles & loops. “After heartbreak, betrayal, & abandonment once again, finally I have found a brand new friend!” The Collector spun into a shadowy version of you, laughing. The shadow began making poems & rhymes, praising you for simply…existing.

When you woke up the next day, you almost screamed when you saw a glowing, moving shadow. Somehow…it was still dark. This can’t be normal….

“Hello, new friend!~” the shadow giggled, dancing around you. “What is your name?” You didn’t want to tell the strange being your name. “Don’t be afraid!” They said, “I’ve learned my lesson! Killing people makes you lonely…” he finished, hanging their head low. “W-What do you mean…?” You asked, the shadow perked up.

“Belos promised me a land with nine bright hues! Of fun & games, where no one would lose! But alas, I was deceived! betrayed, abused & left out to bleed. Beings still live here, though they had embark, for Belos & I have turned this land completely dark.” Throughout the poem, the shadow was dramatically throwing themselves everywhere, making extreme gestures & using their inhuman body to show scenes of what had happened, with “left out to bleed” & “of fun & games where no one would lose!” being just some examples.

“Now…” they started, “why don’t you tell me your name? We can’t be best friends if I don’t even know your name!” You backed away, a little nervous. “C’mooonnn!” he whined, “I showed you my trauma through rhymes & acting, the very least you could do is tell me your name!” It seemed as though the shadow was annoyed. “O-Okay…I’m (y/n)…” you muttered out & the shadow spun around in delight, “(y/n)! A human name! A real, human name! Hehehe! Oh, I haven’t had a human friend in so long!” They continued giggling, but smiled & held out their hand once they settled down. “I’m The Collector!” He said cheerfully. You tried shaking his hand, but you just ended up touching the wall. “Hehe! You’re going to so fun to play with! What games do you like?! Hopscotch? Tag? Red Rover?! Hehehe! Human games are so fun!” The Collector laughed, twitching a little. “I won’t be alone anymore! I WON’T BE ALONE ANYMORE!” Suddenly, you felt physical hands grab you, “BECAUSE OF YOU MY FRIEND! We can play forever, & ever, & ever, & ever—it’ll be SO much FUN!” You tried to loosen his grip, but they wouldn’t budge. “Why are you….are you trying to get away…?” The Collector asked, seemingly hurt. “You…you do want to be my friend, right? I promise I’m fun! I promise to keep you happy!” The Collector’s grip tightened, feeling a swirl of extreme emotions, namely desperation. “I’ll protect you! We can play whatever games you want—talk about whatever you want! I can get you a home—a-a real one! A big one!—just-just…j-just…” The Collector was shivering, “breathing” heavily, eyes wide & on the verge of tears, “JUST DON’T LEAVE ME!! PLEASE!!” The Collector finally let go of you, backing away on the wall, hiding their head in their hands. “I-I can’t handle being alone! not anymore! NOT ANYMORE!” Vibrant stars swirled around the room, along with blue hues. “YOU’RE NOT LEAVING ME! I…I woN’T LET YOU!” The Collector screamed & you felt yourself pulled into the shadows.

…As you slowly woke up, you saw that you were in some black water, surrounded by glass-like cubes. “Ugh…” you groaned.

“Hello, friend!” You heard a familiar, cheery voice. This time, they appeared to be a more human-like entity, with just their half-yellow-half-blue skin being the only visible non-human trait. That, & their white hair.

“Who…are you?” You asked, rubbing your head. “I’m The Collector, silly! Hehe! Humans are so weird!” You froze. “WHY AM I HERE?!” You asked, upset. “Oh! Well, you can’t leave me here! Hehe! Oh, you’re cute when you’re mad, (y/n)!” The Collector then booped you, smiling.

“So…what game do you wanna play first?” Stars appeared in his eyes as he said this.

Well, there’s no going back now.

But you’re getting out.

You refuse to stay with this insane kid forever.

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[badgrrlscoven]

Hey hey! May I request headcanons for luz and hunter (separately) with a S/o that's to innocent for their own good but at the same time always manages to get themself into some sort of trouble. (gender neutral pronouns please)

Luz and Hunter with innocent s/o headcanons

a/n: oh i had so much fun doing this! i hope you like this as much as i do, if you want anything changed at all you can message me :)

luz:

- she honestly thinks you’re just super adorable

- this simple thing called common sense goes over your head and to her, you’re just a witch version of king

- def gives you the “who’s a whiddle guy” look when looking at you for too long

- she will tease you relentlessly for your innocence, and again, your dumbass won’t always understand or you’ll pout

- now for the danger part 😭

- Luz believes you can handle yourself just fine but the poor girl also has a hero complex

- she has made to help you with any tussle you somehow manage to get yourself into

- a lot of ‘oh nos’ leave her mouth when you give her the smile that tells her you most likely did something…again

- Luz will most definitely help you from any problem and support you always, but i know for a fact this girl will tease you about it later til’ your whole body is red with embarrassment

- the trouble you always get yourself into is always stupid or because you did/said something stupid

- you’re her ‘innocent whittle bwean’ as she likes to call you in that voice

- you: you know, warden wrath’s face looks like a bunch of mashed snake butts

- Warden Wrath in the distance just staring you down before charging

- Luz, face sweating and dragging you away: ThEy DIdn’T mEAn iT!!!

- conformatorium escapee buddies together

- you both definitely have wanted posters for different things and honestly, it makes Eda very proud

- You have no idea why she’s proud though

hunter:

- in the beginning he’d probably point out how innocent you are, maybe accidentally making you feel stupid but this would never be his intention with you this boy absolutely adores

- (Probably cause he hasn’t really had a chance to experience love just yet and he may be mildly obsessed with you)

- only titan knows how this boy doesn’t lose his mind sometimes

- he completely adored you but you worry him with how innocent you can be

- honestly, you both probably have the whole ‘dumb x smart’ dynamic going on (you’re not stupid, just super naive but super cute so dw)

- this boy will be explaining something and if a question pops in your head, you ask it. sometimes he’ll pretend to me irked, but he loves sharing any information he knows

- SO MUCH FLUFFFFFFF

- he knows he’s uptight sometimes but he tries his best with you to grow and be lenient with your innocence

- it’s honestly a surprise when you two start officially going out because he is a very big rules and authority person abut because of the trouble you get into it’s sort of out of the norm for him

- you’re his little way of rebelling against belos even if you may not realize it :)

- now, after the whole belos ordeal and you’re all in the human realm hunter would be different around you a bit

- More laid back and chill

- he’s such a smartass about your innocence, cracking jokes about your questions and acting a bit of a know it all

- He’d be happy to answer questions you have without problems

- his ass would trick you and answer the questions wrong and would just watch the chaos that would ensue from this

- flustered.

- that is the only word to describe this boy and how your innocence affects him

#golden guard x reader #the owl house x reader #toh x reader #the owl lady #toh golden guard #hunter the owl house #hunter toh #incorrect toh quotes #toh belos #toh the collector #Toh Luz x reader #toh luz #toh headcanon #headcanons #toh headcanons #scenarios #yandere toh

[owlish-owlhouse]

How about platonic yandere Collector who wants the reader to be his parent; similar to Peter Pan and Wendy?

:)

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"It's you, it's really you! Oh finally! Finally!" Turning you paused as a blue and yellow boy stared at you, his glowing orange eyes peering into yours.

The Day of Unity had just occurred and your head was spinning from the pain of it. You knew what was coming from your time with Belos and yet you never could have prepared for it. As you looked at this kid confused trying to decide if he's real or not you suddenly hissed. Grabbing your wrist, your entire arm burned from your magic being drained out of you moments ago. Standing in your tattered uniform left ruined after the scuffle you were in with the abomitons you took deep breaths trying to steady your vision and rapidly beating heart.

You were a mess from helping the rebels but otherwise you were alive. Alive and grateful. Belos hadn't won, your friends were safe, you hoped. Gasping for air, your coven mask makes it difficult to breathe. You just hoped this awful pain would go away soon. Everything burned, it still felt like you were on fire, like you were still being killed off.

Feeling your coven mask get tossed to the side revealing your face you find your able to breath better. You reach up confused touching your face.

"Better?" They ask you. The star boy was several feet away which means magic must have been used to throw the mask but you didn't see him summon a spell circle. Heaving in air not questioning it as you regained your full consciousness you looked around confused. You hadn't been here moments ago. How did you get here? Where was here?

Your head was spinning and you couldn't gain your bearings. But this star child... they helped you. Why?

"... Hello?" You respond softly staring up at the floating child. He beams at you and lands on the ground, the bells on his shoes jangling as he quickly walks over.

"Stay away from them! NO WEH!" As the child flicked his hand King was sent tumbling backwards. Vision cleared but still in immense pain from the after effects of the draining spell you hold your arm out for King, reaching for him.

"King...?" Getting up to go after him and make sure he's okay you stumble for a few steps before you fall to your knees again. Your breathing was uneven as your hands kept you upright, your vision was swimming again but you had to check on King. On the other kids. On your friends and family. You had to make sure everyone was okay. They had to be okay.

Wheezing as you try to push yourself up again you close your eyes unable to do it.

The blue and yellow child suddenly grabs your arm stopping you from trying. You look down at where his hand was touching you before you grabbed at your forehead trying not to scream. Everything was burning. It all burned.

"New friend! New friend!" He cries out and you cover your ears as they begin to ring. His voice makes your skull thrum and you groan uncomfortable.

"Please..." You beg but you're not even sure what you're asking for. You reach out for King but you're not even sure if you're reaching the right way. Nothing makes sense.

"You're going to be my new Baba!" The kid states happy. "Belos promised and he broke his other pinkie swear so this one he has to keep!" Baba? Belos? Pinkie swear? What was this kid talking about?

"... Baba...?" You ask squinting your eyes confused. They nod before pulling on your arm. About to protest you pause as the pain goes away with their touch. They have a smile on their face as they pull you to your feet and hug you around your waist. Weakly you smile back before instinctually your hand comes up to play with their white and fluffy hair.

"Mmmmhmmm! You're going to be my Baba! You're going to take care of me like you take care of everyone else, but only me?" He states and you simply pat the child's back still processing what was happening.

Eyes glossing over you keep playing with Collectors hair nodding at his suggestion. Baba? His baba? You'd like to be his Baba you think. As all other thoughts fade away except your love for the being infront of you, you get a hazy smile. Collector, your child's name was the Collector. Briefly you can hear King and the kids calling for you but your focus was on the your child who was hugging you tightly.

"I love you my Star child..." You mumble as a tear escapes your eye.

"I love you too Baba!!!"

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[temmtamm]

✿ᥫ᭡DARIUS ROMANTIC HEADCANONSᥫ᭡✿

(Asks are opened and appreciated)

Man will stand up to ANYONE that even so much as looks at you wrong. He is not above fist-fights when it comes to his SO.

He is a glamorous man, and he fucking knows it. So whatever he has, he makes sure you have. If he has status, so will you. If he has power, so will you. Hell, even small stuff like pedicures and shopping days, he'll include you in.

You can not convince me otherwise that this man is amazing at makeup and will be so eager to help you with it. All his wings are PERFECT!!

Mental health days are very important!! He already has to deal with Hunter, so he does not want his SO as mentally unwell.

If you do have trauma though, he will gladly be a shoulder to lean on and....oh, would you look at that?? Your abuser had went missing..how strange.

He denies that he enjoys it, but after a long day of work, he absolutely adores cuddles with you.

He is not shy about using his status to intimidate others into being nice to you. If he is a man of power, he might as well flaunt it.

He is rarely seen just relaxing and in pajamas, but he is definitely comfortable in showing that side to you. He might even get you two matching PJ sets.

Thanks for reading~

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[apollowhoo]

hello, this is my first request so i hope i don't say anything wrong.

fandom: The Owl House

May i request yandere!The Collector x Reader who is like one of the elite people please?

you can ignore if you want

(changed my profile a bit :D)

btw The Collector goers by he/them and i'll be going by ''him''

Yandere!The Collector x Reader

I don't reallt know what you mean by the ''elite'' thing but i'm guessing the people from the Emperor's Castle???

so one day you were requested to bring ''supplies'' to Emperor Belos. You were pretty nervous but you were not showing it. When you came up to his room, you hear chattering but once you entered the room..there was only one person, who was Emperor Belos. You didn't really mind the situation, i mean he could've been talking to himself, who knows. He kindly asked you to leave the supplies on his table. The moment you putted the box, a lamp fell and almost crashed your fingers. You where obviously confused because that lamp wasn't there before and even if it was how did it fell over? You were certain that you didn't hit the table. You looked at the lamp confused then you started hearing giggling. This sounded like a little boy. You looked around to see no one other then the Emperor. The Emperor asked if you were okay. You answered with a simple nod and left. You waited in front of the door for a few seconds. You started hearing that similar chatting in the room. Perhaps there was someone else, that somebody was probably hiding or something. You didn't wanted to question the situation, you had more important stuff to do anyway.

a few weeks later that incident, your parents asked you to give a note to the Emperor. You (didn't had the right) couldn't say no to your parents. So you went back to the Emperor to give a simple note. This was the second time that you where going to face him. The first time didn't ended well and you know that this mistake shouldn't happen ever again. You knocked...no answer. You knocked again...no answer again. So you slowly opened the door to see that he wasn't there. You quickly came in his room and putted the note on his table. Once you where about to leave, you heard the similar giggle again. This time, you really needed to know who was there. You turned back to see no one. You looked into the empty room for a while. You really thought you were paranoid or something. You really were curious about the giggling but there wasn't anybody there. You decided to leave, you wouldn't want to be seen in the Emperor's room anyway. When you held to the door knob you heard the voice again. ''Aw c'mooon! I wanted to play with someone!''. You looked back confused. The only thing you could've said was ''what?''. You let go off the door knob and started coming back. You really wanted to know what you assumed a little boy. ''Okaaay...where are you then?'' you asked. ''That's for you to find out!'' , it answered. You started gazing the Emperor's room to find anything that might be a clue or something only too see a mirror? You weren't so sure if it was a mirror or not. You picked it up ans started looking at it. It had a moon on it. Then out of nowhere, you saw it. What you thought was a little boy. You weren't sure what it was. It looked like a soul or something. ''Yay! You found me!''.

Ever since then, you guys are friends. I mean you never really had friends because, in The Emperor's Castle there weren't any kids around your age and you're not allowed to leave the castle (for safety reasons). So The Collector was technically your first friend. Buy hey that wasn't something bad, was it? You guys always played games together, chatted, tried new and interesting stuff. You guys were like best friends!! He would often tell you about his memories before well, turned into this form. You really wanted to know his human form too. For obvious reasons, your friendship had to be secret from everybody in the castle, especially from The Emperor. The Collector always fantasied about being with you, only you. He adored you truly, you where is playmate after all! ''When i turn back into my human form, we will live a perfect life! Just you and i, no one else!!'' He didn't understood the point of having a ''crush'' but he certainly had one for you. He always felt the need to protect you. He adored you so much. He also would've got jealous of other people who were talking you, even your parents. He probably is clingy too and you don't have a problem with that, why should you have a problem with it?

THE COLLECTOR HUMAN FORM

you where shocked. You didn't know what you where expecting but, it wasn't something like this. You hate to admit it but you kinda found him attractive. But you can't feel that way, he's you friend- best friend! This felt wrong and right at the same time. When he first saw you, he was exited! He immediately hugged you tightly. The hug felt very good. This was the first time you felt the heat of you friend. He always talked about how he would hug you when he turned into his human form and there it was. He's probably so exited to be back like this! He also has more control over you. Well you still think that he likes you as a friend and only as a friend but babe, that's not the case at all. He just starts talking about everything that you guys are going to do. You're pretty exited to be with him, you want to be with him forever, there's just that feeling. The Collector by know, realised his feelings as well but he doesn't want to lose his playmate. So after a while, The Collector just can't handle it. Your smile, voice, eyes, lips... everything about you was driving him insane. He needed to confess to you, he really didn't had any other choice. He just came up to you and told you. Simple as that. You where confused as to his confession. You really thought this dude was pulling a prank on you or something but no, he was being serious. After making sure that he was in fact serious, you accepted him with a bright smile!

when you both start dating, he's more obvious with his protective nature. He doesn't want you to be with anyone else. He's kinda selfish with you, doesn't like to share you. You're his and he makes it very clear to you. I think he has a very very soft side to you. He just loves cuddles! He would cuddle you anytime he can. He also kisses you a lot. He kisses your lips, cheeks, hands, neck anywhere he wants. He truly admires you, he's like your number one fan or something. I also think he just picks you up, and go all the way up to the sky and then both of you can watch the starts from a better view. He can be the big or the small spoon (mostly small though). He melts away when you do any kind of physical affection to him. He makes sure no one dares to hurt you. If someone does hurt you, they will suffer for the rest of their very lives. You guys probably play games as usual, nothing that different other than way more cuddling and kisses!

(oh wow i didn't expected to write this long)

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[sleepingdeath-light]

Hello I was hoping you can do more of your yandre owls house but can you add the collector 🙂 love your works btw

Yandere Headcanons | The Collector (toh)

thank you for requesting!

reader is assumed as gender neutral and the relationship is generally assumed as neutral (can lean either romantic or platonic)

generally speaking, the collector is incredibly possessive and jealous by nature - so being a yandere wouldn’t necessarily that far out of the ordinary for them, potentially not even being distinguishable from their regular demeanour.

won’t let anyone anywhere near you and rarely ever lets you out of their line of sight - practically being glued to your side during every waking moment

constantly proposing new games to play with you and will get incredibly destructive and petty if you refuse or suggest doing something else

if anyone tries talking to you, they will wrap themselves around you and start insulting them - celebrating by mocking the other person (verbally and with gestures) and getting incredibly affectionate with you once you finally give into what they want

will cry and scream and tantrum if you ask for privacy or are in anyway reluctant to receive their affection

if they feel anyone is being rude or cruel to you, they will attack and kill or even torture them depending on the severity of the offence in their eyes

is like a puppy with you: begging for attention, constantly leaning into your touch, hugging and kissing you, holds you close at all times, will pick you up randomly and carry you wherever they were going and so on

will do anything and everything for you, changing reality to suit you if you say the word

have a favourite time of day? that’s the default and they will not let it change until you ask, isles be damned

want clothes or jewellery? you’ve got it

have a favourite game? that’s their favourite now too and they’ll play however many times you want

very big on guilt trips, using their childish nature to their advantage as they cry their eyes out and pout and rant about how you’re abandoning you and how you’re the only person they have after being trapped for so long, etc.

sometimes it’s an unintentional consequence of their immature nature - they may not even realise that what they’re doing is unhealthy and abusive

matching friendship bracelets!

would never intentionally hurt you, but can get carried away and occasionally forgets how fragile you are in comparison to them - leading to many instances where you were left bleeding out or with broken bones until they realised and healed you

most of these tantrums originate from them thinking that you’re going to leave them or that you have a new favourite person (who they almost always end up hurting or killing after the fact, and usually in front of you to prove a point)

gets equally as angry at people and violent if you lose a game as if they do - leading to more destructive and physical outbursts

you’re the only one that can calm them down - namely with physical touch and verbal affirmations/reassurances that you’re there and you can always play again or even play a different game

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[r0semar1esp1ce]

Hello can you do a yandre hcs of owl house characters being jealous (Luz, collector,amity,hunter?)

Thank you a lot for the request !

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Yandere Owl House x GN Reader HC [Jealousy]

⚠️Warning for obsessive behaviour , mentions of stalking and violence !⚠️

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Luz Noceda

Luz is definately more of a platonic yandere , so the thought of her being jealous is a little rare . She doesn't think you would ever leave her or replace her . And even if her jealousy were to get the better of her , she would simply confront you about it . She might get emotionaly while telling you about how she has been feeling .

After the confrontation , Luz will avoid getting involved with your new friend/acquantance . The only occasion where she will get involved is if she sees them treating you badly . In that case she will probably use her magic against them , nothing too major but still enough to teach them a lesson .

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Amity Blight

Amity is a little more likely to get jealous , due to he lack of experience with romantic relationships and knowledge about romance . She tries to push away any concerns she has and tries to trust you on the matter . She would occasionaly watch you from affar as you hung out with new people .

She probably wouldn't tell you about her feelings of jealousy , because she would feel like she is showing distrust towards you . So , instead she would simply ask you to hang out more often or pull you away from whoever you may be hanging out with .

If she ever sees your new friend/acquantance treating you badly she wouldn't hesitate to use her abominations against them

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The Collector

The Collector gets jealous whenever he sees you talking with anyone that isn't him . He will immediately demand that you pay more attention to him , throwing a tantrum and crying about how are going to betray them . The tantrum only stops when you apologise .

However , while the tantrum stops when you apologise , they don't immediately forgive you . While they have already made their point clear to you , they will also harm the person who was talking to you in order to make it obvious that you shouldn't pay more attention to anyone else more than them .

It doesn't matter if the new person you meet treats you nicely or badly , the outcome will be the same .

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Hunter (The Golden Guard)

Hunter is very insecure about your relationship , so whenever he sees you hanging out with someone he immediately feels as if he is being replaced and that he isn't good enough . Hunter will be feeling like an emotional wreck for the next few days or until you comfort him about it .

Hunter will try his best to not look jealous in front of you or resort to violent ways to get over his jealousy . He will simply try to act cool about it so you don't think any less of him .

If Hunter ever saw your new friend/acquantance trearing you badly , he would either make up a false accusation about them to get them in trouble , or he would simply beat them up by himself when they are alone .

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I hope I did a good job with your request !

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[yandere-toons]

YOU'RE IT

The Collector – Platonic Scenario

WARNING: body horror, death, undeath, blood, hospitalisation, reality warping, mentions of religious concepts, psychological manipulation, toxic mindset.

A.N. - !יחי האספן

A GOLDEN THRONE reached halfway to the ceiling, and bordering it on either side were bowls of fire that stood upon thin stems made from metal. The fire was extinguished and then relit with blue flames, casting a warm glow across the green rug stretching from the foot of the throne to the doors.

The doors to the throne room were made of hand-carved wood taken from the forests of the Boiling Isles and were taller than any living witch. Opening the doors took as much effort as heaving a large rock, yet the Collector burst into the room with the ease of blowing a feather.

Despite never sleeping, the Collector dressed in the type of roomy jumpsuit and nightcap that someone who intended to stay in bed would wear.

Beads of sweat trickled down your face at how fast the Collector was carrying you through the air, your legs dangling above a floor that was approaching far too quickly for your old bones to catch. “Nay, nay! I'm not as spry as I used to be!”

The Collector slowed their descent with a groan of disappointment, but they kept their hands near you until you found your footing.

You stumbled forth with a lame leg on your right side and a cane in your left hand. The butt of the cane hit the floor at the same time as your foot, helping you amble to the throne. Your right leg clumsily landed beside the armrest, which you leaned against to stop and breathe for a moment.

“Buddy!” shouted a high-pitched voice with forced sincerity, and the dark-furred shape of something resembling a canine emerged from behind the throne. “I just had, like, the best idea. What if we had eight people hiding instead of just us three?”

As the Collector flew to hug the owner of the voice, your brain filled with static. The words exchanged between the two of them were hard to understand and seemed to be missing all meaning. The painful flutters in your chest returned, and by the time you deciphered one word, you had forgotten the rest.

After a few moments of staring into space, you shook yourself free of the mental mud and noticed someone was tugging at the bottom half of your clothes.

It was King, a bipedal, dog-like creature with an exposed skull for a head. Atop his head was a pair of long, straight horns, the left of which bore a sizeable crack at the middle.

He barely reached your hips, but you did not need to look far to see how his clawed paw was motioning to the doors. “I'll be back—uh, lickety-split!” King swung his arm forward in mock cheer, glancing at the Collector every other second to confirm that they had not gotten closer or were suspecting anything.

The Collector applauded the news with claps and laughter as they spun in a full circle.

King was gone for so long that you kept forgetting and then remembering that he existed and was supposed to be coming back, although the truth was, you did not know how much time had passed.

The large doors to the throne room were pushed open with a sweeping creak, and a group of five villagers walked forward in varying degrees of suspicion and curiosity. At the sight of you, four of the five villagers fell into hushed gossip and called you by an unfamiliar name.

King was scurrying at the flank of the group, his arms raised in a ‘Y’ shape as if to herd the much taller people in a specific direction. “Okay,” he shouted to ensure that his voice was heard, “here we are!”

The droop of his tail and the way he was tapping his claws together while glancing between the heads of the villagers were indicative of the knot twisting his stomach. “The old throne room. Just like I said,” mumbled King, dropping his gaze to the floor.

Murmurs of bewilderment and speculation spread from villager to villager as each one noticed the Collector, who had tucked their knees into their chest and were spinning vertically without rising or falling.

At the sight of additional players, the Collector gasped with joy and swooped to the front of the group with such haste that the villagers recoiled in fear. There was a cyclops woman, a two-headed reptilian, a humanoid with flaming purple hair, a shorter gremlin and Steve the former Coven Scout.

The Collector was shaking their fists up and down in an outpouring of enthusiasm. “Everyone, go hide! And I'll count to three hundred!”

Waving a hand as if it would dispel the fear leaking out of the villagers' wide eyes and clenched jaws, you babbled, “This place is a maze. I'll go get you folks a map.”

In the couple of minutes that passed in your absence, a thread of unrest was sewn into the group in the form of the cyclops narrowing her eye at the vacant throne. “Where's Emperor Belos?” she demanded, and the other villagers repeated the question while glaring at the cracks in the walls.

“Ol' Steve's gonna be late to brunch,” chuckled Steve, pointing a thumb over his shoulder at the doors.

The noise of confusion soared to outraged chatter until it had descended into overlapping chaos.

Once the Collector had finished counting to three hundred, they turned to search for the villagers. No one was even pretending to hide—save for King, who took one look at the Collector and backed away from the group—, and this caused the smile to slip from their face.

King scurried to the opposite end of the group and clutched Steve's gloved hand, tugging on it with all his might and thrusting a paw at one of the more distant corners.

Steve allowed himself to be pulled for a few steps before he crouched and looked at King with an air of friendliness. “Did you need something, little buddy?” His answer came as all the voices behind him ceased at once, followed by absolute silence.

You staggered back into the throne room with the map tucked under your arm to find it empty of people besides the Collector, Steve and King. The Collector was levitating next to a gobsmacked Steve by the throne, and King was in the furthest corner.

King was cowering half-draped under a tapestry of Emperor Belos, eyes shut and paws covering where his ears would have been.

After squinting your beleaguered eyes and opening your mouth slightly, you peered around the space. “Where has everyone gone? Did the game start already?”

The Collector floated over to you like a brooding child, head down and lips pursed into a pout. This discontent morphed into a smile when you looked at them for an answer. “I sent them to the Dark Place,” explained the Collector, and the unconcerned ease with which they spoke was that of someone describing the weather.

“The Dark Place?” you repeated with a hint of hesitancy, wondering if it was a nickname for a shadowy corner or a subterranean part of the castle.

“It's where the fibbers go,” they said.

The footprints made by the villagers minutes before were no longer visible; it was as if they had never existed.

Sweat gathered on your brow, and something on the inside of your chest tightened. You peeked at the entranced Steve, who was slowly rocking back and forth and groaning unintelligible things in an attempt to communicate.

Your eyes pulled back to the Collector and their unwavering stare, to which you offered a smile that you hoped was convincing. “You know, I changed my mind. Maybe we can keep the games between the two of us for today.”

The joy vanished from their face. In its place was a blank mixture of surprise and lost excitement. Within seconds, it evolved into curious happiness as they tapped their chin and outstretched their arms in a cheerful shrug. “Hmm, okay!”

Steve disappeared from the room with a snap of the Collector's fingers, and he was dumped on the steps outside Police Precinct 206.

A Coven Scout dressed in a golden and white cloak was stationed at the foot of the stairs. He watched as Steve bonked his singular horn on the stone step and rolled down to the dirt, shaking his head. “You've gotta lay off the Apple Blood, dude.”

In the Emperor's throne room, the Collector hovered upside down in front of you with their legs outstretched so that they could touch their toes. “What'd you wanna play?”

The names of a few familiar games tumbled through your head, but these thoughts were dashed by a twinge in your chest.

You pressed a fist to the area, gritting your teeth and squeezing your eyes shut at the pain around your heart. Even though the pain faded within a minute, the knowledge of what it meant did not.

A question sat on your mind as the weight on your chest during a nightmare, and it took you many seconds to gather the courage to ask it. “Can I visit my home?”

When you spoke these words, the Collector froze in midair and looked at you as if you had declared your hatred for the game of tag.

“We can play as much as you want after,” you added with a hasty smile, although you were not certain there would be an afterwards.

This enticed the Collector into gaining a wide smile and floating higher. “All right!” They held up a finger. “But just for a little while!”

Not sure how to piggyback on a teleportation stint, you assumed that there needed to be some kind of physical connection and extended your hands for them to take.

The Collector stared at your offering with an unchanged smile and no indication of movement, causing you to lower your hands slightly. This mild embarrassment at making what appeared to be a dumb assumption faded when they pressed their palms against yours.

A short burst of laughter came from them, and for a brief moment, you worried that the Collector was only messing with you about going home. However, as their fingers clamped down on your hands, the world around you became fuzzy and blurred.

* * *

FIREFLIES BUZZED throughout the hills and the grasslands that sloped between them, with each winged beetle emitting a greenish-yellow light. These dozens of glowing dots lit up the night like fallen stars.

A pleasant breeze swept along your neck and slithered through the grass, tying blades of it around your fingers and tickling the skin on your hands. It was a soothing coolness that was neither too cold nor too mild, chilling you just enough to relieve some tension in your muscles without ruining your ability to focus.

Air whooshed from behind, and the Collector sat beside you with their legs crisscrossed.

They rocked back and forth while gripping their feet, eyes becoming fixed on the various light sources scattered around the hillside. Their repetitive motion slowed as they leaned against your shoulder, which was stiff and sore.

The Collector moved off you and stood up, looking between the silvery light of the crescent moon pouring across the countryside and the glow of the fireflies illuminating it like helpful lanterns. “The world's so bright now.”

“When I first got here, it was all dark. I couldn't see much until that big bully came around.” Their curious face soured into a pout at the mention of the “big bully,” and they crossed their arms with a sulky glance to the side.

This frown was washed away in a surge of laughter as the Collector flew into the air and circled you. “And I didn't have anyone to play with! Not like now!”

You watched their flight as best you could, struggling to keep at bay the pain in your neck that struck each time you used those muscles. The exhaustion of a creature in desperate need of a long nap weighed heavy on you.

It had nearly overtaken you when the Collector plopped themselves at your side again, startling you into awakening.

The glowing eyes of the Collector raked the infinite number of white dots in the sky and, from their seat on a hill, saw beyond the lens of the most advanced telescope. They saw the giant balls of gas as if floating in front of one, seeing celestial bodies of blue, red, orange, yellow, and a few that remained white.

Their mouth opened a bit, and the words that came from their study of the cosmos were laced with wonder. “Your sky has so many stars.”

You looked down at the celestial pattern on their outfit and skin and spared a moment to ponder what stars were to the Collector; cousins in the same way that a bee was to an ant; children still new to the universe; ancestors from a past life—or just bright objects that happened to share a space with them.

“It's more than pretty.” You lifted your head to the sky once again, pointing a decrepit finger and tracing a constellation overhead. “People would draw pictures of this and say you could see bears and old heroes. Some of them base their whole lives around it.”

Sitting up, the Collector raised their hands to the sky with the thumbs and index fingers extended. They shut one eye and narrowed the other, sticking out their tongue as they adjusted the nearness of their hands like a painter judging the measurements of a subject.

With a satisfied hum, the Collector lowered their arms slightly and eyed the piece of the galaxy they had chosen. They then moved their hands sideways in a sweeping motion, and all the stars except for a small cluster were pushed away to different areas of the sky.

The grunt of shock and confusion that burst out of you went unnoticed as the Collector dragged each star in the cluster to a new position with one finger. A smiley face was etched into the night sky, looking down at you with its white-dotted face among the sea of black.

As boredom started to itch like razors across their mind, the Collector snuck a mischievous glance at you before tapping your shoulder. “Tag! You're it!” They propelled themselves off the ground in a flurry of grass blades and wind sooner than you could acknowledge the tap.

The outsized fabric of their sleeves and nightcap flapped in the air as they levitated far out of your reach, floating back towards the stars. The Collector began to swim in the night sky and swoop near the surrounding hills to give you a chance of catching them if you reached out at the perfect time.

The sound of uproarious laughter carried on the wind, and it pulled your weary eyes to the airborne shape of the Collector. “Chase me!” they shouted with so much childlike glee that it was hard to believe they were ancient.

You matted a spot of grass with the butt of your cane, heaving your rickety knees off the ground and fighting the shaking in your arms.

“Come on!” whined the Collector.

You pushed yourself to stamp the ground with your cane faster and drag one foot in front of the other quicker, but this tiny increase in speed was a joke compared to the Collector doing cartwheels in midair and zipping around the sky like a peregrine falcon.

A sudden flutter in your heart was the only warning that was given to you before your vision blacked out.

“Huh?” The Collector turned after the consistent thumps of your cane stopped, their excitement faltering at the sight of you tumbling down the hill.

Your eyes were closed, and your body was as limp as a wet handkerchief. You made no move to stand or pull your face out of the itchy grass. When your cane rolled into your shoulder with an audible thwack, you accepted the bruise that would surely appear.

* * *

YOU AWOKE to a pair of red and yellow eyes staring at you. The Collector had stuck their face as close to yours as it could be without touching, leaving little else in your vision besides the light and dark running down their skin.

The once steady rhythm of the heart rate monitor exploded into a series of rapid beeps, and your eyes widened in what the Collector assumed to be the joy of seeing them again. You dragged your arms from side to side across the cot and clenched handfuls of the sheets in a drugged, half-paralyzed attempt to get out of bed.

“You sleepyhead! You've been knocked out for months!”

Leaning forward until their forehead bonked yours, they placed a finger on the top and bottom of both of their eyelids and pushed their eyes open wider. A slight glow emitted from their eyes when they did this, and you wondered if they had taken the phrase “eyes are the window to the soul” literally.

The Collector did not need to blink, so their eyes were able to bore into yours for hours without any kind of interruption. They took advantage of this fact daily, leading to a recurring situation where your bedridden self was forced into a staring contest with someone who had the stillness of a mannequin.

On the first day of the third week, a new kind of tiredness seeped into you.

They glided around the side of the bed and swept one of your hands between both of theirs, tugging your arm. “Get up! Get up! Let's play,” sang the Collector.

No part of you possessed the energy to budge from their pull. Your limbs were like the heaviest stones, immovable and numb.

Your eyes fluttered to the heart rate monitor, and the Collector pondered the significance of its rhythmic beeps. “I'll be leaving soon.”

The Collector tilted their head. “Can I come with you?”

“No,” you answered with a feeble melancholy, your eyelids beginning to fall.

“But the game's not over,” they spoke with resistance.

Summoning the final bit of strength still clinging to your body, you lifted a shaky finger and pressed it to the Collector's shoulder. “You're it,” came a whisper from the last gust of breath rolling past your lips. The finger then dropped to the bed.

A high-pitched hum filled the room as the heart rate monitor fell to a straight line, displaying the number zero in the top right corner.

The Collector turned to cock their head at the change in the machine, but when they looked back at you to ask, your eyes had closed. “Huh? Don't fall asleep again.” They gripped your upper arms and lightly shook you. “We have lots more to play.”

Your total lack of reaction caused their eyes to glow, their frown deepening at the way you sagged in their hold like a ragdoll. “Wake up now.” The constant rise and fall of your chest had ceased, and the Collector wondered why you were holding your breath.

Before they could resort to anything else, a panic-stricken voice flooded out of the intercom and echoed down the hall. “We have a code blue in Room 528! Repeat: a code blue in Room 528!”

A stampede of footsteps thundered in the intersecting corridors outside the door, and the noise drew closer to the room with each passing second.

At the first sound of the doorknob jiggling, the Collector hurled an impatient look over their shoulder and threw out their right hand with a defiant, “No!”

Just as the doorknob was beginning to turn, a triangular shadow raced along the right arm of the Collector like a snake and sprang from their hand at the door. It constricted the doorknob and stuck its spearheaded end halfway through the centre of the door, splitting a jagged crack into the surface.

Muffled yelps and confused chatter erupted on the opposite side. The doorknob rattled as it was jimmied by multiple hands, and someone began to slam against the door every few seconds like a battering ram.

The Collector stared at your closed eyes as if attempting to see through your eyelids. “If you're playing peek-a-boo, I don't like it.” Your skin was cool to the touch now, lacking the natural warmth it had generated so many times before.

On the eve of the third minute of uninterrupted humming, the Collector's arm flew out from their side and aimed at the heart rate monitor. “Be quiet!” they yelled, and the machine was banished from this reality to the Dark Place.

Your lips parted.

Some of the joy returned to the Collector as they perked up in anticipation of hearing you speak to them and announce an end to this charade.

Instead of words, a ghostly wisp of light streamed out of your mouth and began floating to the ceiling.

It was your soul, realised the Collector, but the fact that it was leaving meant there was no more time to play. They rejected this truth by launching themselves off the bed.

The Collector jumped into the air and swiped at the ball of light. “Come back!” they shouted, chasing the soul with frantic swings of their arms but reaching just below it every time.

The soul was slow-moving until they came near it, at which point it zoomed higher.

As their attempts to entrap it grew sloppy and uncoordinated, the building started to shake. It was minor tremors at first, but the rattle of metal tools soon became audible.

When the soul passed through the ceiling with a blip, all the shaking and swinging ceased. The Collector stared at the spot on the ceiling where it had vanished, their eyes aglow with an intense fury.

No matter how much they willed it to happen, the soul did not return. The room was colder for it. The light was dimmer, and the colours were fainter.

Clenching their fists, the Collector screamed, “I said come back!”

Their shrieking of the word “back” coincided with the shattering of every window and light on that floor of the hospital. Lamps melted like eggs; lightbulbs exploded like popcorn; storms of glass shards flew through the corridors.

Yelps were drowned out by the cacophony of destruction, for the one orchestrating it was deaf to the pain of those outside Room 528.

A whimper was all the Collector mustered as they looked at your body again, their lips drawn into a pout.

The shadow holding the doorknob was retracted.

Just as the door was thrown open by a team of ragged nurses and a defibrillator cart, the Collector vanished.

* * *

DEEP IN THE CAVERNS running beneath the remains of the Titan's skull, there stood a door. It led to an infinite number of realms if the traveller paid the price of blue blood, but under the hand of the Collector, it opened without tribute.

Tubes of colour writhed in the doorway with a vivid array of sparkling hues, forming an image like a liquid galaxy. Among them, stars twinkled and opened the swathes of colour just enough for a glimpse into the endless universe that lay beyond.

The Collector leaned forward slightly with their eyes glowing, and the portal changed to a land of death and after-living: the netherworld. No sooner than they reached out a hand to pass through it were they ejected from the doorway in a sudden and harsh push that sent them flying backwards into the rock wall.

The buzzing that had risen in pitch when the Collector was flung had settled down to an idle hum, flickering in tune with the rotation of the matter inside the door. It pulled them to approach the doorway and, upon reaching it, tilt their head from side to side with a curious finger hovering next to their lips.

In the reflection of the portal, they saw long horns protruding from the top of the skull-like face of a Titan. The deity's eyes were black, empty sockets that contrasted with the white of the skull.

It lunged out of the doorway as little more than a silhouette, but the imposing physique of the Titan was familiar enough for the Collector to yank their hand away. A grunt of alarm escaped them as they were forced back until they fell to the ground.

The shadow of the Titan stretched to the height of the cave, and for a moment, it seemed more than a shadow. The gigantic outline of a creature long since laid to rest in the dirt towered above them.

Raising their head to follow its ascent, the Collector expected the Titan to swoop upon them in a great tide the way it had over three millennia ago. The memory of the humongous bones falling over them and pressing them into the abyss was as fresh in their mind as it was on the day it happened.

The Collector looked down to see the door, but they noticed the slightest shaking in their arms. It was a strange sensation of a fear forgotten, one that had been revived by the Titan and instilled in them to relive at the sight of it.

They dug their fingers into their palms and stilled the shaking. With the birth of an open-mouthed smile on their lips, all the light in the room was dimmed. An abrupt gust of wind swept the Collector off the floor and placed them on their feet.

The buzzes and whines quickened and swelled as the Collector threw themselves at the portal time after time, only to end each attempt with their back slamming into the wall. Shadows spilled from their fingertips and mutated the one cast by their body into that of an eldritch beast.

Darkness crawled along the walls, ceiling and floor in jagged shapes that moved with independence. The shadows splintered into waves of formless black that crashed over each other and swallowed the natural light of the sun, growing taller and wider until they began to scream.

They howled and shrieked with such power that the walls were shaken and dropped chunks of rock to the ground, and the shadows then mutated into grotesque imitations of people with mouths open in trembling fear.

The Collector was blasted against the wall for the umpteenth time, but on this occasion, they waited to get up.

The motionless face of the Titan mocked them from the far reaches of the doorway, taunting their upside-down position at the foot of the opposite wall.

Trading their frown of displeasure for a smile of schemes, the Collector rolled to an upright position and stood with one hand on their chin. “If I can't go, I'll just find someone who can.”

* * *

SCUFFLING AND INANE MUTTERING followed a crooked-backed warlock of many years, his staff swiping old scrolls to the floor and stamping it as he hobbled along. He came to a spot where the balcony ended and the start of the throne room behind him began.

The sun shone life into the flowers adorning the balcony, all of which had died and wilted into brown lumps except for a lotus. The warlock grumbled at the daylight and the long shadow he cast through it, only to reconsider the light when he noticed a second shadow beside his.

A rapid swing of his staff cut nothing but air. Laughter, like a child at play, echoed in the dimly lit room. It oozed from every crevice that the torches failed to reach, and the warlock yelled, “Reveal yourself, foul demon!”

The Collector emerged from a shadow on the wall, a wooden smile on their face and a glassy look in their eyes. “Demon?” They tilted their head. “I'm not a demon!”

They floated in such a way that they appeared taller than the warlock, a fact which caused him to bare his teeth and pull his staff to his body. Their visage of childlike innocence drew a vicious scowl from the warlock.

“Remove your mask of virtue!” he cried, and the Collector raised a hand to their mouth.

Their head bobbed somewhat as they delivered a snicker, keeping their bi-coloured eyes narrowed in an ominous expression that tore his sense of security away from him. “I don't think you wanna see that,” they chuckled.

The distant booms of cannon fire lay beyond the walls of the palace. The air reeked of smoke and copper, the stench of a battle waged unseen from the opulent drapes of the throne room.

The Collector smelt the fetid air, and their nose shrivelled. They stuck their tongue out in disgust and gagged with a comical “bleh!” before inspecting the warlock. “Does your house always smell this bad?”

At this, the warlock's eyes widened as if he had been struck by a revelation. “Are you,” he stammered, his defensive posture slacking, “are you here to turn the tide of this war? Have you finally answered my calls?”

With the fluidity of someone drifting underwater, the Collector leaned forward and slowly rotated until they were floating on their back. “You could say that,” they replied while looking at the mural on the ceiling instead of at the warlock. “I'm here to play a game with you.”

The warlock rushed to the balcony, clasping the guardrail and screeching his excitement into a city filled with soldiers shouting orders and peasants wailing.

“Adonai speaks to us!” roared the warlock, shaking his staff in the air and raising his hands to the sky as if reaching for the heavens. His raspy voice carried on the arid wind and sank into the mob below to evoke a clamour of responses, the loudest of which was the chanting of the name Adonai.

He whirled around and flung himself at the space below the Collector. “Great One, grant me power so that I may purge this realm of those who speak ill of my rule!”

The Collector floated back to an upright position, and they looked down at the grovelling warlock with a face of indifference. “Power?” Placing a hand on their chin, they squinted and hummed in thought. “You mean like all the magic in this world?” They outstretched their arms as if to illustrate the size of that much magic.

The warlock nodded his head so fast that the Collector wondered if it was going to pop off his neck. “Yes, yes! All the magic!”

A smile began to spread across the Collector's face, a foreboding and devious kind of smile. “Okay!” They turned and threw up their hands in acceptance. “But I'll need tribute.”

A sprinkle of relief crossed his face, and some of the tension in his shoulders released at what he perceived to be a simple task. “Of course, I can fetch you any number of souls.”

The Collector balled their fists and extended their arms to rigid positions at their side. “No!” they barked, and the warlock cowered. “I need one soul in particular.”

They then chose silence for a bit instead of giving the next detail, eyes drifting. “This soul is gone.” The noticeable pause before the word “gone” was a glaring sign that it had been substituted for something more final. “It's in the netherworld.”

Pointing his staff at the Collector, the warlock spoke with a booming voice. “Pray tell, O Great One, how may I locate this soul?”

From the space between spaces, the Collector lifted an amulet of blue and grey. It bore the same design as the one around their neck: the darker face of a crescent moon slotted against a lighter half-moon. “Take this,” they said, “it'll light up if you're getting close.”

The warlock held the amulet with his right hand, and with his left hand, he waved his staff in a perfect circle. “It shall be done,” were his last words to the Collector before a portal to the netherworld opened at the end of his staff.

A miasma of sweat and decay flooded the throne room when the warlock returned in a mess of panting and pallid skin. He fell to his knees, scrambling to catch the glass jar under his right arm before it hit the floor.

Levitating on the inside of the jar were the amulet and a ball of light, a soul.

Within seconds of his getting up, the warlock was bombarded with a pushy voice asking, “Did you get it? Where is it?” The Collector was floating upside down at his eye level and lurching after him every time he stepped back or recoiled in any way.

As soon as he pointed it out, the Collector snatched the jar and zoomed past him as if seeking privacy.

The warlock sunk into his robe and glared judgement over its collar as he thought they were going to shatter the jar and devour the soul like some ravenous beast, but they came to an abrupt stop at the edge of the balcony.

The Collector loomed over the jar for longer than was necessary, dragging their fingers across the glass and drilling their unblinking stare into it. The soul moved in the opposite direction of wherever their hand went, but this prompted the Collector to hug the jar in a fit of delighted laughter.

They pressed the jar to their chest and squeezed it while kicking their legs and spinning in midair.

“Great One, my magic! What about my magic?” The haggard voice of the warlock badgered the Collector in their time of joy, prodding them like a stick used to poke a sleeping bear.

Following a slow turn of their head, the Collector looked askance at the warlock as he stumbled closer to them with an impatient sweep of his staff. “You want magic?” they asked, curling their lips and narrowing their eyes into a devilish look.

The jar levitated out of their grasp and hovered in front of them. “Here you go!” The Collector outstretched their arms, and when they clapped, all the magic born in that realm was ripped from its place.

Gales of strong winds flowed into the throne room as every window and door was flung open, banging against the walls in a rush of whooshing and howling.

Rivers of light and colour, magic in the form of a vibrant ooze, plunged into the warlock and enveloped him in a blinding tornado.

The whites of his eyes swallowed his irises and pupils, and his feet lifted from the ground. The length of his staff tripled, as did his spine until he was contorted into the image of a demonic prince ready to command the legions of hell.

Horns like jagged antlers sprouted out of his skull and twisted themselves into the shape of a crown. The warlock's neck sagged from the weight of it, but he had no time to care when his jaw widened to accommodate the birth of yellow fangs on each side of his mouth.

His bones split, his muscles tore like the fabric of his clothes, and his body started to dissolve under the stress of the transformation. His fingers became elongated and curved into deformed claws, stripping away the cuticles and nerve endings until his hands went stiff as if struck by frostbite.

Cracks dashed across his skin and allowed droplets of magic to seep through them. The breaks in his skin began to peel and glow, forcing streams of magic to gush from his ears, nose, eyes and mouth in unstoppable torrents.

“It's too much! It's too much!” he bellowed over the sound of his skin crackling and blistering from the searing heat of the magic tearing him apart from the inside out.

With the last bit of vitality still clinging to his bones, the warlock extended his hand and reached out to the Collector for help. No one answered his plea, for there was nothing but an empty room looking back at him.

An explosion of overwhelming light then filled the throne room and brought his painful yells to an end. The warlock had splintered into pieces and imploded, leaving only his staff to clatter to the floor.

The cheers from the masses were deafening, but the Collector had not stayed to listen.

* * *

THE DEWDROPS of a recent drizzle hung on the branches and leaves of trees, blowing into the air with each gust of wind and landing on the Collector's face in cold plops. Some of the dewdrops flew to the sky after touching them, while others were repelled off their skin and sent back to the trees as if time had reversed.

A subtle glow invaded their eyes, and the Collector outstretched their arm and pointed their palm at the square of land in front of them. They hovered like this for a moment before squeezing their hand shut into a tight fist, twisting their wrist and cocking their head along with the motion.

The grass was torn from the earth in clumps of stringy dirt. Roots, seeds, and pebbles were swept onto the breeze surrounding the Collector like a shroud, and the petals of flowers split in twain glided in circles around the gaping hole in the ground.

From the depths of the earth, rising from a dark grave as if pulled by invisible wires, came a half-decomposed skeleton. There were no clear remnants of who it once was, save for a few scraps of tattered clothing and the rush of joy that filled the Collector at the sight.

Whereas the grass was ripped off the ground as if the ground had stolen it and deserved to have it taken away, the skeleton was slowly lowered to the dirt like a priceless piece of china meant to be handled with the utmost care.

The Collector floated down to a kneeling position at the side of the right arm. When both of their knees were submerged in the dirt, the wild breeze that had churned plants and branches like a typhoon fell silent. It stopped as if struck from the air by a mighty hand, and a wave of leaves and sticks then rained on the disturbed land.

None of this debris was allowed to touch the Collector or the skeleton. It had been deflected by a gust of wind every time it came near, falling around the pair in a cluttered and dense circle.

The Collector cupped their hands and held the shape close to their face. They pressed their palms together before cupping their hands again, and then a brilliant light spawned in the space between their hands.

It was a warm ball of light that started to flicker and shrink like a dying candle, one that contained the life essence of a soul displaced.

The Collector's eyes began to glow as the smile on their face stretched. They maneuvered their hands around the light but never touched it, instead choosing to hang their head over it and whisper, “Let's play together again soon, okay?”

The soul flared, burning brighter and whipping the air.

Under the silvery eye of the crescent moon, the Collector shoved the soul into the ribcage of the skeleton. A jolt rocketed through the bones in the form of both arms and legs twitching as if hit by a defibrillator.

Bones that had been threatening to dissolve and break apart collected fragments rolling up and out of the grave, fusing back together into a skeleton so complete it would have made an archeologist cry.

With a loud crack, the lopsided jaw popped back into alignment with the rest of the skull.

Fractures in the spinal column and right femur vanished as if waved away by a magic hand.

Crooked teeth were straightened, and bad knees were healed.

The flesh and innards returned with the blue of veins; the purple of blood vessels; the cartilage of the nose and ears; the red of muscles turning to the colour of skin; the body filling out with organs and fat—a crime against nature that did not go unnoticed by the great Titan in the sky.

You lurched up in a fit of screaming, shrieking at the agony of being dragged back to life. Your physical form reassembled around you in a mess of writhing tendons and misfiring nerves, and the Collector watched it all with a slow tilt of their head.

The unnatural length of their smile stretched wider as if they were playing with building blocks and had arranged the blocks into a funny word.

The shrieks spilling out of you were uncontrolled and mad, becoming clearer with the addition of a tongue until the issue of a limited lung capacity and a stinging throat forced you into silence.

As your new brain grappled with a flood of old memories, it spread a buzzing tingle throughout your skin that was like dozens of needles poking you at once.

Your breaths were quick, shallow scrambles for oxygen that you had grown unaccustomed to needing. Remembering how and when to breathe was an invasive and uncomfortable experience, for the air running through your mouth and puffing out your chest was akin to someone sticking their arms down your throat.

With the eyeballs fresh in your skull, you could see this corner of the world tucked away in a forest under a moonlit night. The taste of rain on the air; the smell of pollen; the dew on your skin; the hordes of trees; the chatter of nocturnal animals—it was all too much, an overload on your senses that had your legs kicking and your arms flailing.

It was then that a pair of small arms encircled you. An equally small body leapt onto your side with an eager burst of laughter.

They hugged you as a child would hug a stuffed animal, eyes closed and head resting on your shoulder. They seemed at peace, but just as their patience lasted no longer than a five-minute game of hide-and-seek, your frantic movements caused them to open their eyes and look at you.

The unearthly glow of their red and yellow eyes, like a pair of lanterns in the night, awakened a memory so deep that it bypassed any thought and sent you scurrying across the dirt. Cold and damp soil was crammed under your fingernails as your hands flung wads of it in every direction.

The Collector jumped up with the crescent moon framed behind their head, which cast a long shadow over the front of their body and dunked every bit of it in darkness except for their eyes. “You want to play tag already?” they asked, feet beginning to lift into the air.

There came no pain from moving your neck; no wrenching in your chest; no wobble in your knees; no brain fog to suck the thoughts out of your head—a vile disease had been ousted from you.

For the first time in decades, you stood without nearly toppling to the ground on knock knees. Having such control and energy to spare was akin to the weightlessness of a bird in flight.

It was not so easy for your mind to return, and the scraps of memory and consciousness floating around in it were more confusing than enlightening.

A jolt then ran through your body, like a painless punch to the gut. It recharged you with the high of an eternal sugar rush.

The Collector was holding their index finger in front of where your heart sat, pointing at the organ as they looked at you. “You couldn't stay before.”

The glow in their eyes brightened, and a maddening hum invaded your ears. “I'll make sure that never happens again.”

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

#Fanfiction #Imagines #Yandere #The Owl House #TOH #Yandere x Reader #Yandere x You #Yandere x Y/N #The Collector #TOH Collector #TOH The Collector #The Collector TOH #X Reader #Yandere Imagines #Yandere Scenarios #Yandere Oneshot #Yandere The Owl House #Yandere TOH #Yandere Collector #The Owl House x Reader #TOH x Reader #Yandere Disney #Disney x Reader #Platonic Yandere #Reader Insert #Gender Neutral Reader #Yandere Writing

[qcoded]

Losing my shit at people making The Collector x Reader stuff like

Look me in the eyes, and tell me that the closest thing to a partner for this kid isn't a a roblox girlfriend, I dare you.

#the owl house #toh #the collector #collector #the collector toh #LIKE #girl tf you mean yandere HES LIKE 9 #closest thing is one of those yandere sim kids #he sees one ihascupquake yandere sim video and says hes a yandere now #he does not in fact know what a yandere is #belos take ur sons ipad away #this isnt making fun its just #i think its a bit silly

[yandere-chocolate]

Can you do yandere hunter (from toh) and how he would act after hollow mind happened?

Yandere Hunter Headcanons (After “Hollow Mind”)

(THIS MAN NEEDS THERAPY-

Also, I should disclaim I have yet to watch “Labyrinth Runners”, so don’t expect this to be 100% accurate to that)

(Sorry for any misspellings)

(TW: mentions of gore(bones), extremely possessive behavior)

Okay so…trauma, right?

Poor boy came running to you almost immediately, cuddling you, breathing heavily, & spewing random nonsense that you couldn’t understand.

All you could understand is that Hunter was stressed & crying in your arms. But you comforted him. No, really! Just you being there & whispering “it’s going to be okay…” made him at least gain back a little of his sanity. After all, his life had just fallen apart. It was all a lie. But at least you were there for him.

After calming down, Hunter lived with you. He wasn’t going to leave, & you had no idea why. Whenever you asked the golden guard just went back to his panicked state, screaming & crying for you to not send him back—for you to not tell anyone he’s living with you!

This was for your own safety. Hunter would snap if you ever got hurt in a time like this.

He also tries to avoid everything moon, sun, or star-related. It remind him of “The Collector” kid that he saw in Belos’ mindscape. He also avoids anything that has to do with the Emperors Coven.

On a more yandere note, Hunter becomes much more possessive of you after these events, following you everywhere you go, actively fighting people you try to get near you, controlling your shopping, & keeping you home for as long as he can.

You’re all he has left & he’s not going to lose you! His mind is already broken, without you it will completely shatter.

Hunter also gets more clingy, holding you tight & keeping himself very close to you.

Unlike the Hunter you knew before, this Hunter was no longer afraid to shed blood. & he has. If anyone did so much as give you a half-hearted insult they’re blood & bones would be spread across the streets the next day.

Of course, Hunter calms down at some point, but he’s not fully healed. Don’t expect him to be as lenient with those who wrong you as he was before.

#yandere #yanderecore #yandere blog #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere hunter the golden guard #yandere hunter #yandere golden guard #yandere owl house #yandere the owl house #yandere toh

[owlish-owlhouse]

Can you do collector’s older sibling headcanons?

This kind of became a (Yandere) Philip X Reader along the way. Do with that what you will lmao, but yes Collectors your younger sibling and you care for them a lot

Your brother was trapped in the Inbetween Realm but you weren't. The Titan missed capturing you when your sibling pushed you out of the way and took your place in the Inbetween Prison instead. When the Titan was defeated you tried to free the Collector in every way you knew how but you couldn't. Not on your own. If you tried you would also become trapped and that wouldn't do either of you any good.

As the world around you begins to change and the Titan becomes a habitat for witches and demons you debate for several years if you should just get sucked into the Inbetween Realm with your brother. Because at least then you'd be together. You missed him so much, his hugs often lingering in your mind on the bad days. The way he'd jump into your arms after a game or when he wanted to be held. You'd press the disk against your chest cradling it close, despite Collector warning you not to incase you somehow got sucked in (you wouldn't unless you tried to free him but he worried). You told Collector maybe you should just get trapped as well but he responded with a firm no and that you weren't allowed and you promised to free him so you could be together again!!! Even if the two of you were together in the Inbetween it wasn't worth it! And it was breaking the promise! You just nodded holding the disk closer as you listened to your brother. You'd do whatever it took to free him, you pinkie swore as children to always protect him after all.

You didn't want to but you became desperate. You made a deal with Philip that he would free your brother when the time came. After all you needed someone who was flesh and blood to free him from his prison, as well as a titan or titans blood to lift the curse. Philip promised he could get you what you wanted in exchange for what he also wanted.

When you were eventually questioned by Philip on why you couldn't do it yourself since you were an all powerful being, you admitted If you pinkie swore with your brother and tried to pull him out of the mirror you'd either just switch places with no way to switch back or you'd both be stuck together. And you couldn't use your magic to force someone else to do it for you because that didn't work and resulted in either the Collector getting shocked when he tried to come out of the mirror or you getting burned by your own magic. Philip seemed to take an interest in that, writing it in his journal but you didn't care. As long as he filled out his end of the deal. You should have paid more attention in the early days.

Philip takes an interest in you rather quickly once the deals struck. After all a Star borne or a child of the stars is exceedingly rare and immensely powerful. Looking like humans but with celestial embellishments you more resemble him than a witch or demon. The fact that you and the Collector are siblings makes it even more fascinating to him because of his own brother that he rarely brings up. He has many questions for you and since your brother doesn't like those kinds of "games" he comes to you. He asks to study you as you work together and you don't mind sharing harmless things with him but are careful with what you say around him. Philip is a tricky man. You don't trust him as much as your brother does but without him you can't free the Collector so you remain silent about your doubts.

Although you're hesitant you do agree your star born form makes it hard to blend in so you chose a more witch like appearance. However as the years begin to pass, and you travel with Philip to get what he needs, you notice the longer you're in the false form the more witch-like you actually become. You're losing some of your abilities and powers in the process of hiding as a witch and gaining more empathy and sympathy for other living beings. You stop seeing them as play things and start seeing them as people. Emotions you possessed before but didn't quite understand like you do now come to the surface. You keep this to yourself and are careful to not let Philip notice any lost powers.

Collector asks you about it one day and you explain you just need to be more careful and practice more. Once he's released it won't matter anyways because your powers will come back ten fold. He agrees and both of you are none the wiser to Philip listening in and beginning to plot.

Collector gives Philip the knowledge he wants to gain. Ancient and powerful magic lost to the people of the Isles as well as the Draining Spell. Sadly while your brother freely gives away the spells you're the one forced to actually teach them, your brother too impatient to even try. Philip never seems to mind always liking your lessons together. After all your neither witch nor demon but a celestial body. In his eyes you're almost akin to an angel, albeit a fallen one. He begins to call you angel affectionately and you notice how it always makes your cheeks warm.

Your lessons become more touch orientated as time goes on and you begin to trust each other. You place your hands on top of Philips to guide him with magic. He also smiles at you more taking close note of what you're telling him. He always listens, something you are not used to. Sometimes his hands will wander when you should be focusing on lessons but you can't help but notice how gentle his touch is. How soft his hands are. It makes you start to feel new things and you never ask him to stop so he continues. You push these strange feelings aside and decide to focus on your goal, trying to lessen your time in your weaker form as you try to keep a grasp on your weakening powers.

You remember the First GrimWalker. You remember them all, but him specially. Hunter definitely looks the most like Philips fallen brother but the first one had a special place in your heart. After all as a child he was rambunctious and playful, reminding you of your brother. And as he grew you felt yourself growing too, learning to be a parent figure and guiding hand as he helped you and Philip with your goals. Celestial bodies such as yourself do not reproduce the same way organic beings do so you never thought it possible to have a child. You never realized you wanted one.

The first ten or so GrimWalkers knew your secret but after that they started becoming blurry faces that you refused to get attached too. After all Philip and Collector always broke their toys. Your brother would play mind games with them and suggest horrible things for Philip to do to them if they stepped out of line. You hated this sadistic side to them and tried to ignore it. Collector and Philip thought their pain was amusing, you had to hide how much it hurt you.

When you "sleep" you astral project to talk and play with your brother in the Inbetween. You know Collector misses you so and hate that he's imprisoned but you do everything you can to be with him and make sure he knows how much you love him. Philip knows better than to wake you during these times and leaves you to commune with your sibling. The Golden Guard is also never allowed in your room to give you privacy as you do this ritual. You play games all night together and although you can't touch you do your best to comfort him. You know he misses you and you assure him you miss him too. The Golden Guards could never replace him please stop breaking them. He's easily jealous and you're getting tired of remaking them every time he gets mad that they can touch/hold you.

You tell your brothers stories about what's going on in the outside world and show him magic tricks that he mimics in his shadow form. You always smile at him happy and he giggles having fun. You love hearing his laugh. Sometimes he'll ask you to do something and you try not to hide the pain in your face as you strain your powers. Being away from the sky and staying on a planet while pretending to be human/witch is putting a fee on your body.

As time goes on you aren't the only one experiencing physical changes to your form. You watch as Philip goes from a bearded brunette man with human features to a shaved older man with long dirty blonde hair and witch like attributes. His teeth sharpen, his ears point, and his eyes hold a gleam of magic only a witches can. And his palismen beast. As you struggle to maintain your abilities he struggles to control his newfound power. Both of you having separate fights you must face alone. Yet... you're never truly alone because of the other something you take an odd sort of comfort from.

Collector doesn't like his shadow form but he often contorts it and does various things with his 2D body to make you laugh. His favorite is when you play shadow puppets together!!! Maybe being a shadow has its perks because he always wins! He'll prank people with his shadow form and swipe items for you and Philip and sometimes even the GrimWalker. He can't touch you but smaller items like books or bags full of snails are tangible to him so he tries to help in any way he can. He wants to quicken the plan after all!!!

As centuries pass your feelings develop further and your mindset changes. You start to notice this little flutter in your chest when Philip is around. When he touches your shoulder or arm it sends sparks through you similar to cosmic energy. However, this only happens in your witch form. As a star borne your concept of emotions and feelings are different than a witches or humans. You are immortal, your mind is as vast as the cosmos. And yet... You are becoming something new, someone who feels deep emotions despite their connection with the stars. Witches would describe it as love but you wouldn't learn this for many years.

Philip tries to make his advancements subtle as he doesn't want to overwhelm you. But he comes to the conclusion that he may have to be more direct since you don't seem to understand. You never seem to push him away though and he notices the slight shivers you get when he touches you. He also observed that the longer you stay with him the more he sees you begin to lose your powers. He intends to take you with him to Earth as his forever partner after he betrays your brother. After all you're almost human. His saved fallen angel.

As Philip builds his empire you have to stay in your witch form more often to avoid the suspicion of others. Collector finally seems to notice your losing some of your abilities but only talks about it when you astral project in fear Philip will hear. You promise him it's fine but you both know it's a lie and that's only further proven when you refuse to pinkie swear to him. Collector promises only a little longer and you nod assuring him it'll all be okay.

When the Day of Unity comes you hate it. Hate Philips awful plan and the pain you're causing. Perhaps you've been disguising yourself as a mortal too long or perhaps you knew this wouldn't be a fun game. Empathy and sympathy haunting you as the Day of Unity loomed overhead. But you've become much weaker hiding as a witch all these years and you're willing to do anything for the return of your brother so he can restore your abilities and take you home to the stars. If this is truly what Philip wants this is what you both promised. A star borne never breaks a promise after all.

The Day of Unity comes and you close your eyes and allow Philip to teleport you away after his speech. The covenheads are left to be sacrifices and you hope that they somehow break the spell. You close your eyes thinking about all those innocent people suffering but ignore it. Four hundred years and it'd finally all be worth it.

When Philip goes to free your brother you've never felt such relief. You watch with a wide smile but than he drops your brothers disk and you've never felt such a deep betrayal or hurt. You turn around ready to kill him but then your magic burns you and you remember how you naively swore never to harm Philip. He may have broken his promise but as a star borne you are bound eternally to yours.

When he bends down infront of you, you close your eyes ready to die. After all Philip had done what few could, he tamed a Star borne. You were nothing more than a witch with powerful magic now. And that magic was powerless against him. Without your brother to return your true abilities Philip was stronger. You'd taught him too much. You were no longer immortal and he could now kill you.

"Come with me." Are not the words you were expecting to come out of this man's mouth. Looking up at his outstretched hand you wanted to take it. You wanted to go with him. You wanted to see this Earth he so lovingly spoke about. But you wanted your brother more.

"YOU'RE INSANE! YOU PROMISED!" The tears that flood your eyes are unlike anything you've ever felt. And for a moment you're truly not a star born but just a simple witch. You go to find your brother wanting to run down the cavern to him but Philips hand wraps around your waist trapping you against him.

"(Y/N)." His voice is soft as he speaks into the back of your neck. He looks at you as you turn to stare at him and you feel that weird feeling in your chest again. That flutter. "Come with me. Let's leave this infernal place. Let's start over." He begs.

"I can't my brother!" You state but he just hums.

"was locked away for a reason. You, you've changed. He never will." You shake your head crying and screaming but as Philip pulls you close spinning you to his chest you feel dizzy. Slumping in his arms weakly attempting to struggle he hums shushing you. He'd given you some of the potion you took to talk to your brother when astral projection was especially difficult. A sleeping drug that would knock you out for hours.

Eyes closing the last thing you see is Philip before everything goes black.

"Angel is safe, see? They're right here, just sleeping. Collector I..." You think you hear Philips voice calling out but everything is black and cold. Your head spins and you feel like you're dead. Your body refuses to move feeling too heavy and your eyes remain shut.

"You'll never hurt them again. You'll never take them from me! They're mine! My sibling!" Your brothers voice? Had Philip changed his mind? Had he freed your brother for you? Was it all a horrible prank or joke of sorts? Trying to wake up trying to listen it all fades back to black as you slowly slip back into unconsciousness.

When you wake it's on a mountain of soft pillows and fluffy blankets. Stuffed animals surrounding you and your head spins. Confused you shift in the soft objects only to pause as you hear bells jangling. As tiny hands wrap around you, you blink feeling more awake. Still dazed but coming to, you paused when you felt the familiar sensation. "... brother...?"

"It's me, I'm back! I'm FREE!!!" You start crying in relief and Collectors confused at the tears not understanding them. He touches your face trying to wipe them away and you just smile at him so happy and relieved to see him. Holding him close not ever wanting to let go you begin kissing his face before you pause. Where was Philip, where were you, what happened? "We're safe now. You're safe now." Collector promises as he sees you look around confused. He nuzzles close and you're left with an uneasy feeling as he says that.

"Philip...?" You ask softly only to see Collectors face get a look of pure rage as he bunches his hands in your clothes clinging to you.

"The bad man's gone now. He can't hurt you or me anymore." You go to question what Collector means by that. Question what he's done, but before you can he backs up and pulls on your arm. You feel energy run through you despite your previous tiredness and as he begins to float dragging you by your sleeve you chase after him. Your brother could be scary at times and you weren't back to full power yet but soon you would be. Enjoying the chase he suddenly stops and turns towards you holding out his pinkie. You almost run into him but are able to stop yourself in time. A serious look is on his face as he stares at you.

"Promise you'll never leave me?" He demands putting his pinkie in your face and you wonder how he could ask that. Four hundred years you stayed by his side, four hundred years and you had never left him. Holding out your pinkie he smiles as you link them together. "Good, now let's play!" Pulling at you, you follow him smiling the whole way. Even as a heavy weight filled your chest and a sense of dread set in you pushed those feelings away. Collector was right, you had him and your never leave him. Ever again.

(Little did you know he'd killed the only man you'd ever loved and was looking for Hunter to destroy him. He'd made the Isles his play place and other than keeping you happy in this fun little world he had a goal of hurting everyone who ever hurt you. He always did think you and the Golden Guard were too close and that if Philip remained alive was going to take you away from him. Now you could play forever!!! And maybe if you asked nicely he'd give you some of your powers back)

#the owlhouse the collector #toh the collector x reader #the owl house the collector #toh the collector #the collector #the collector toh #toh collector #collector #sibling collector #brother collector #platonic collector #platonic the collector #toh philip wittebane #toh philip #philip wittebane #philip #philip x reader #yandere philip #yandere emperor #yandere emperor belos #yandere belos x reader #yandere philip x reader #yandere owlhouse #platonic owlhouse

[temmtamm]

I blame Tumblr for my crush on this man

#the owl house #toh belos #toh philip #toh phillip wittebane #phillip wittebane #phillip toh #toh golden guard #art #artwork #artists on tumblr #digital art #the owl post #the owl lady #yandere the owl house #hunter the owl house #belos is philip #toh art #toh fandom #toh collector #toh x reader #the owl house belos #belos x reader #belos fanart #emperor belos #fan art #original art #toh fanart #toh season 2 #toh spoilers #temmer

[tohisprettyc00l]

Toh MASTERLIST:

Toh MASTERLIST:

Amity: Names on your phone/scroll when your sick actor au When you get (badly) injured coming out You get bullied Getting into a fight at school nightmares Mother knows best responsibilities? no oh no birthday Sh scars

The Collector: Names on your phone/scroll when your sick Alphabet actor au Collector comforting reader When you get (badly) injured coming out You get bullied seeing reader get bullied Reader dying nightmare birthday yandere!collector

Eda: Names on your phone/scroll actor au When you get (badly) injured coming out you get bullied Getting reunited with child!reader Getting into a fight at school nightmare scout!reader birthday sh scars missing reader

Edric: When you get (badly) injured catch-up You get bullied Getting into a fight at school nightmare birthday sh scars

Emira: Bubbline-like relationship When you get (badly) injured catch-up You get bullied Getting into a fight at school nightmare birthday sh scars panic attack from abusive mom

Gus: Names on your phone/scroll when your sick When you get (badly) injured coming out You get bullied nightmare birthday

Hunter: Grimwalker!reader Names on your phone/scroll when your sick Alphabet Transmasc!reader (comfort) actor au cuddles Titan! reader x Hunter When you get (badly) injured coming out Villan(?)Grimwalker!reader Hunter x wildwitch!reader You get bullied Getting into a fight at school Supporting trans!masc reader nightmare escapsim basilisk!reader birthday Huntlow as your parents sh scars slow dancing reader gets possessed reader gets called annoying flowers witch!reader catches cold middle child blight! Reader yandere!reader blood moon ball both having nightmare abandonment issues yandere! Hunter x bullied reader autistic!reader

#toh x reader #luz x reader #amity x reader #hunter x reader #golden guard x reader #eda x reader #lilith x reader #the collector x reader #collector x reader #gus x reader #vee x reader #willow x reader #raine x reader #edric blight x reader #edric x reader #emria blight x reader #emira x reader

[sleepingdeath-light]

platonic yandere hcs + injured reader ; collector

requested by ; anonymous (04/11/23)

fandom(s) ; the owl house

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; collector

outline ; “Can we have some more platonic yandere collector? Maybe an injury that they did not cause took place”

warning(s) ; yandere!collector, injured!reader with slight implications of them having been attacked, possessive behaviour, nonspecific references to acts of violence violence, toxic / unhealthy ‘friendship’ dynamic

because you are their only real friend (or, at least in their eyes, the only one that actually matters) collector is extremely protective over you — not in the sense that they fear you getting hurt at all, but more so in the sense that they refuse to let anyone else near you and they are the only one that gets to hurt you

so any unfamiliar bump, bruise, scrape, scratch, or break sends them into a violent rage that you can only really compare to a cosmic-level temper tantrum

he cycles between envy and anger and fear fast enough to make your head spin — going from screaming in your face about how dare you go out and play with someone else to threatening to punish the person who dared to hurt their best friend to sobbing and clinging to you as they beg you not to leave them all in the span of a few moments

and all you can do is sit there and take everything they throw at you, having been trained to complete obedience over the many months you’d spent by their side witnessing just how much damage he’s really capable of committing when he puts his mind to it — by now you know all too well that fighting back or arguing only makes things worse

eventually their tantrum will come to a close and they’ll insist on sleeping in your bed with you that night — wrapping themselves around your body so tightly that you can barely breathe, but still you don’t fight them and let them cry themselves to sleep atop you

they’ll apologise through their sniffles and hiccoughs, nuzzling their face into your neck as they speak, and you’ll accept their apology because you don’t have any other option you love them so much and can’t stay mad at him for too long (and best friends forgive each other, right?)

he’ll deal with whatever caused your injury tomorrow (and, as one might expect, his punishment is swift, severe and gets his message to not mess with his best friend across very effectively) but for now he’s content to curl up in your arms, listen to your heartbeat, and know that you’re alive, that you’re with him, and that you’re never ever ever going to leave

because you know that what they’ll do to you if you so much as try to escape would be so much worse than the injuries that had been inflicted upon you in their absence

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #platonic x reader #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere hcs #yandere hcs #yandere x reader #yandere toh x reader #yandere toh #yandere the owl house x reader #yandere the owl house #yandere collector x reader #platonic yandere collector x reader #toh collector x reader #toh x reader #the owl house x reader

[r0semar1esp1ce]

Hey hey! Nice to meet you :)

I had a small idea, Yandere Collector, who finally escaped and killed Belos, but when he turns around and sees Luz and her friends, he also sees his soulmate, the person who he is eternally bound to, and is ecstatic to finally find his 'eternal playmate'.

Ooh ! This is a really interestng concept ! Also , thank you a lot for the request !

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Yandere Collector x GN Soulmate Reader

⚠️Warning for depictions of obsessive behaviour and violence ! Also a spoiler warning for the gif and some other parts of the scenario !⚠️

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You watched as Belos's body hit the wall across the room , instantly turning into a green slomey substance that stained the wall as it dripped on the floor below . You couldn't help but hold on to the sleeves of your shirt , your knees quivering in fear .

"Too slow !"

The voice of the child like figure in front of you spoke , before turning his attention to the group . Despite their happy and childish attitude and innocent features , their aura was intimidating . They looked at the group with a child-like curiousity , until their wide red eyes landed in you . They observed you with wide eyes , before briefly turning their attention to the rest of the group .

"You all look slow as well ... Would you like a head start ?"

The strange figure took a few steps closer to all of you , and you watched as all your friends scrambled to their feet , scared for their life . You wanted to move , you wanted to run away as fast as possible yet it felt like your feet had been rooted to the ground .

"Well , what are ya waiting for ? Start running !"

Before you could even properly try to come up with a plan , you were dragged away by Willow . You felt as if you weren't in control of your own legs , like they were moving on their own . Your vision was starting to get blurry , you could barely even listen to the sound of Willow's voice . Everything slowly started to get dark , the voice of someone speaking to you was the last thing you remember before blacking out .

"I got'chu ! Hehe , I am so glad I found you ... The starts told me of your arrival ! I can't believe that now you are right before me ..."

When you woke up you were no longer with your friends . Instead , they mysterious figure from before stood before you . When they finally saw you were awake , their eyes lit up with joy . They took a few steps closer to you , causing you to flinch away from him .

"Please ... don't hurt me ..."

"Hurt you ? Why would I do that , silly little thing ! I could never hurt you ! "

Despite their happy and reassuring voice , you weren't comforted by their words in the slightest . As you nervously looked around your surroundings , you realized that you were in a cave-like area that you didn't recognise .

"So tell me about yourself ! I know we have all of eternity ahead of us to learn about each other , but I just can't wait !"

"All ... All of eternity ?? What does that mean ?"

"We are soulmates ! So that means that we are sould bount for the rest of eternity ! I have waited for decades to see you and now the time has come ... "

Your stomach dropped at the sound of that . You started to shake again , feeling confused and afraid . However , the Collector didn't seem to notice your distress and kept rambling on and on and on about all the different things you could do together . As he started to talk about all the mischief and chaos he could cause , you felt like you were going to faint once more .

"I cannot wait to spend my eternity with you , my dear playmate !"

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I hope I did a good job with writing your request !

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#yandere #yandere x reader #fanfic #yandere the owl house #yandere toh #yandere collector #yandere owl house collector

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Ehehe hehheheh! You caught me! 💫🌙

Yes, I have made another sideblog cause I want a place to talk about and reblog stuff about the owl house. I know I'm late to the fandom but still, I want to have fun here and maybe provide my own thoughts if I have the energy!

No idea how cards work, so until I do you get this.

• luma

• they/them

• 22

• hypertixates and reblogs art, plus occasional art and discussions/theories

• my main blog is @starrrbitz, my utdr blog is @darkcandy-starfait

This silly little blog is for me to post art, share incoherent fan theories, and reblog cringe! Will be kept mostly sfw, with any exceptions tagged accordingly! This blog is also collector focused but pretty much any toh character will be here!

Tags and DNI under the cut! vv

The main tags I use

#rambles (for text and rants)

#ramble rants in the tags (for when I talk in the tags too much)

#my art

#update (changes or additions to the blog)

#tw (trigger warnings + insert tag, eg. blood, gore, ed, etc.)

#the owl house

#discussion

#theory

#spoilers (although it won't be used often since toh is already over, but just in case)

#cool art (art that's not mine)

#friends art (my dear besties art)

These next tags are for nsfw content, again this blog will always be mostly sfw, but I might occasionally reblog jokes.

#suggestive

#nsfw

Before you interact...

💫 general DNI:

- NSFW, kink/fetish blogs

- MAP/PEAR

- proship

- romanticization of incest, pedophilia, abuse, rape

- anti queer/LGBT

- TERF/radfem, transmed/gendercritical

- racist/colourist

- sexist

- fat phobic/pro ED/thinspo

- ableist

- nazi

- yandere blogs

any arguments hurled at me, or into my ask box, or in the notes of my posts will be ignored and result in an immediate block!!

#rambles #update