#yandere whitenight

[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

Hi hello I'm desprate for WhiteNight content😭

Hello. Welcome. You aren't alone. I, too, am desperate for WhiteNight content.

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⸸ You Will Need Me ⸸

( Based on the headcanon I wrote for O-01-45, Plague Doctor.)

Description: The Doctor lied to you, deceived you, and if that wasn't all, he took the only person that made this place bearable. You will never return to his side ever again, but do you think that will stop him from wanting you back?

Added Scenario: You are an Agent with a high Justice level, so naturally, the Manager sent you to do Suppression work on WhiteNight

Warning: Christian themes and cults, mentioned death, suicide (from Heretic confession), victim shaming

Word Count: + 1 200

A black fedora. A beak mask.

Beneath those and his heavy coat, no one knew who, or what was hidden beneath all those layers. But what they did know, it was his warmth, his kindness, and a love that he so freely gave to everyone.

A love that many of the Agents desperately wanted. You would never admit it, but you were one of those people. You trusted him.

No, to say that would be inaccurate. You were desperate to trust him.

Because looking back, you were overlooking all of the warning signs, feigning ignorance to all the wrongness of his actions. You have noticed how many have left the Doctor's unit: red-faced, euphoric, and intoxicated despite having brought no drugs with them.

But then, O-03-03 warned you: "Stay away from that creature."

Ever since, the bubble of mystique surrounding the Doctor popped. The rose-tinted glasses had shattered, and all that left for you to see was an Abnormality.

An Abnormality you were beginning to doubt was a ZAYIN.

Still, you wanted to believe in him. Even when he began to drop his black clothes in exchange for lighter, whiter ones. Even when you were noticing delusions of grandeur and martyrdom in his words. Not even the Beast's number on his collar convinced you.

You really, really wanted to believe in him. Almost to the point of being just as blind as his cult followers.

"I did tell you, didn't I?" O-01-45--no. T-03-46, or as data entry now said, WhiteNight, gently swayed up and down as he lazily floated a few feet off the floor. "The day will come that I will save you. I am certain I foretold you."

"Save us from what?" You couldn't help but balk in disgust. "You massacred more than half of the facility. You killed everyone in my team! Some of your followers were my friends, and you...you! You turned them into those...things!"

"You cannot fault them for seeking companionship, <Name>. They were lonely souls trapped in a slaughterhouse. They didn't want to become attached to someone who will soon be on the butchering block, but I am permanent. Deathless. Eternal. With me, they wouldn't have to fear such things."

"So, you put them on the butchering block instead?"

"Worthy is the lamb who was slain," his lips parted to show a toothy smile. "My Apostles deserved all the power and wisdom they received, and the honor they shall receive afterwards."

You opened your mouth, ready to scream at him. But what would be the point? He was so far up in his own delusions that you would only be wasting your breath.

T-03-46 tilted his head, perhaps curious for your silence, perhaps to mock you for your ignorance. His thick lashes that fanned over his cheek fluttered open a little, and it took your all not to flinch at the redness of his eyes.

"Ah, but there was that heretic." T-03-46 sat up midair, crossing his legs gracefully as he did so.

You glared at the mentioning of your friend. "You don't get to call them that."

"Ah. Perhaps I missed the truth. You are not here for the Rapture. You are here for them, aren't you?"

"Yes." You raised your head, looking at him head on. "What other reason should I have to come see you?"

A thick fog begin to flow into the room. It was cool, lighter than the air in the room, yet it sunk down to the floor where it hid your feet.

As the Doctor, he had been difficult to read. As the Doctor, he could keep his emotions hidden behind an affable mask. But in this form, where his powers were always on display for everyone to see, he was far more predictable.

And right now, you know you had just angered him.

"What a shame. For you to waste your loyalty and heart on that sinner. Tell me, what is it about them that you love so much? They betrayed your trust as much as they did mine. And when it all became too much, they confessed to that false prophet with the thorns, and hung themselves. They could have never offered you the release you so desperately want. They couldn't even save themselves...so, how could they possibly have saved you?"

"That is true. They are just human after all. A weak, sinful little human that willingly brought themselves to this hell, but so am I. I chose to work for this place. Not you. Not some higher being. Not any monster that thinks of themselves as a god."

Still, his face remained neutral. You weren't digging deep enough.

"Have you still not gotten it, yet? I. Don't. Need you."

And that was when a bloody mist engulfed the entire room, enveloping you in its cold embrace. Faintly, you could see what seemed to be gears and cogs in your peripherals. You could never tell for certain as they moved as your eyes moved.

You glanced back at T-03-46, delighted to see how much darker his eyes had become.

"Oh, you lost soul." He shook his head the same way a gentle parent would at a child's misdeed. "What makes you skeptical? So wary and hesitant to believe in me? Was it the Doctor's mask? My healing gifts, and abilities? Or were you unimpressed by my miracles? Because believe me, <Name>, the Rapture is only a fraction of the great things I can do."

At the thought of that, the image of the world falling into chaos and ruin popped up in your mind. His Apostles would be setting fire onto everything in their way, turning not only L-Corp's district into an inferno, but the entire City. But at the center of it all would be a light so bright, more vibrant and blinding than the fires. He would shine brighter than the sun itself, making the night white.

You raised your chin, looking at him head on. "You are nothing to me."

Then, for the very first time since the white fog appeared in his unit, his eyes twitched. But just as you thought he was finally going to release his murderous intent on you, the room shifted back to its normal lighting. The air was no longer a bloody hue, and the fog retreated back to wherever it came from.

He began to giggle, which then morphed into a loud, manic laughter.

"You say that, but I know deep down that you need me. You may refuse me all you want, but you can never change the truth that you! Are trapped here!"

The angelic abomination giggled some more, greatly amused by your predicament, but you ignored it.

The Manager sent you here because he believed in you--or at the very least, your self-discipline. You would be letting this Abnormality win if you allow his words to goad a reaction out of you.

You were grateful to hear the familiar click of the door unlocking. It seemed that you have managed to finish your task. And with a Good result, at that, as the PE boxes you counted afterwards were tremendous.

Another work done successfully without a breach, you thought in relief.

But as you left his containment unit, you felt his bloody-red eyes follow you.

Unless this day ends, you would never cease to feel as though another Rapture is bound to happen.

~ ~ ~ End ~ ~ ~

So, about his sudden shift in mood towards the end there? WhiteNight favours Suppression work, and I have no other explanation for it asides from sheer arrogance.

This Abnormality really believes in himself so much that he would simply find your refusal to believe in him cute and amusing.

#whitenight #yandere whitenight #yandere lobotomy corporation #yandere project moon #lobotomy corporation #lobcorp #lobotomy corp #ALEPH class #Abnormalities

[multyfandoms-imagines]

Let's continue the train of curses, Yandere!WN, 12th apostle or not is optional/up to you >=3c

This. Is. Cursed. I'll go to hell thanks to you. But I hope you'll also be here so we can make more curses xd

Thanks for request, hope you enjoy!

TW: yandere, some sort of abusing Reader(?)

Yandere WhiteNight (reader as 12th Apostle)

•well, I dont even know how you got yourself into that mess

•not so long ago you were just a mere mortal, doing your job, now you have that mark and mask, in Demon God's wings

•you werent human anymore. Not a normal one. WhiteNight saw something in you and wants to keep you for himself

•sure, it will take him alot of time to get rid of that "sinfull human flesh" of yours, to "open your eyes" so you can "see the truth, your 'savour'"

•but you know what he is. WhiteNight is no angel. He is the end

•you try to refuse, to escape, to pray to One Sin and Hundreed of Good Deeds to forgive you that sin you commited

•but his wings warped around you pretty tightly

•other 11 Apostles were also told to NOT let you near ... that stupid skull

•such a shame that just because of you, he cant destroy it, rebuild this sinfull world

•if only you agreed to become his...To let go of that "humanity" you treasure so much...To understand, that WhiteNight only wants to save you from everyone and everything...

•only then you'd become the Queen/King of the new world. Right under WhiteNight's care and love

•other mortals that dare to try to"save" you? They are long dead. Forget about those peasants. Abnormality is threatning you? He will put it in its place. Painfully

•well. Since you are so stubborn, WN will just do the same with you

•he will chain you and keep in his room

•humiliation?(not in a dirty way u f) You bet your ass. However, anyone looking or speaking badly of you will die

•you are destinied to be his pet and to suffer enternally

•unless you give in. Then all of it will stop

•Demon God promised it to you himself. All you need to do is to accept him... At the cost of your whole world ...

#lobotomy corporation #lc #tw yandere #headcannons #whitenight #dont you dare to not help me with curses #timetravlur xd

[wangliang-shi]

- Eternity in Evernight -

All your life, you've studied the fascinating history of Watatsumi Island and its predecessor, Enkonomiya. You looked for neither fame nor fortune, only wanting to find out the truth that your father left behind, a truth that existed before the time of gods and Celestia.

Now, with the help of an Outlander and his floating companion, you descend into the ruins of the sunken, dark kingdom, excited to finally unveil the truth before sun and moon.

Trigger Warning: This is a treasure trove of 2.4 spoilers, yandere behaviors, kidnapping, general yandere stuff. This is SFW but I do not condone such behaviors irl

❀ Prologue

You have always listened to your father's interest in Byakuyakoku, a land of darkness that would have been ruled by the Dragonheir of the Depths if not for the people's ingenuity to create their own light. He told you of tales where infants were chosen and ruled the world, how the brilliance of their people enabled them to manually shift between Whitenight and Evernight, and how the Orobashi no Mikoto saved them and let them rise to the surface to create a new civilization that is now named Sangonomiya.

It never occured to your father that his tales were taboo, the legends he told you were not to go past the borders of Enkonomiya and should have been forgotten with the ruins themselves. It was no surprise that your father disappeared, to be safe or to keep you safe from those who wished to pry into Enkonomiya's secrets.

The arrival of an Outlander with a strange flying thing shook Inazuma. The Vision Hunt Decree was finally put to a stop and a peace treaty is being proposed between Watatsumi Island and the Shogunate, all successful because of the Traveller. You heard that they obtained the Key of the Moon-bathed Deep after much trials and pleaded with them to bring you to Enkonomiya in exchange for being their guide.

❀ Chapter One: Meeting in the Crypt

He introduced himself as Enjou, a clerk that was sent to assist in the Traveller's endeavor in Enkonomiya. He was in the middle of the old and decrepit library, all alone in a place where no ordinary person should have existed for who knows how many thousand years. You had to admit, even though you knew of the tales and were somewhat familiar of the place's history, you cannot translate Byakuya script as well as Enjou.

The Traveller needed him to find the Bloodbranch Coral and you also wanted to discuss about this place to uncover clues about your missing father. Needless to say, you told the Traveller that he's suspicious and they agreed. Enjou, however, kept trying to earn your trust. He told you and the Traveller where to find the Divine Bridle, the mechanism that would let them enter the Divine Shrine of Dainichi Mikoshi and light up the dark world. While the Traveller was solving a puzzle to get the Bridle, you were curious about your surroundings and accidentally wandered too far. You slipped on a surface and landed in front of a Ruin guard which lit up and stood, much to your dismay.

"... Oh for archon's sake!" You readied your catalyst and fought it off. It was no match for your Hydro Vision. You went around the Ruin Guard, noticing that it had sat on something. It was a book named "Before Sun and Moon". You opened it but found the Evernight too dark so you opted to close it and tuck it in your magical archive for perusal later.

You made your way back to the Traveller and went straight to Dainichi Mikoshi. Enjou instructed the Traveller to put the Divine Bridle in the altar(?). You closed your eyes for a moment as light fled the temple and lit up the dark depths of Enkonomiya.

❀ Chapter 2: Secrets

You find the Traveller's stamina to be absolutely incredible, so incredible that you wanted to stay behind and catch your breath.

"You look exhausted, (First). Would you like to stay in the Library with me?" Enjou gave you his hand and you looked at it cautiously. "I promise I won't hurt you! You can hit me instead if that's what it takes for you to trust me." You positioned your hand like you were about to slap him but Enjou flinched away "Aaah! I take it back! Please don't hurt me, I have bones made of glass!". You put down your hand and chuckled at his antics. Even though he was suspicious, you found that reaction somehow adorable and stopped with your teasing... for now.

You were skeptical of him at first but then, he took the initiative to tell you about the history he learned while he was here. You asked if he was alone and he replied with "Oh, my subordinates would be around here somewhere but... they would probably not be as easygoing as me." you gave him a quizzical look since you never saw another living human being here, but then again, you haven't explored the whole place yet.

"How about you? What's a human like yourself doing here?? Er, I mean.. I've only seen spectres around so.." he asked and you told him about how you knew most of the history he told you because you heard it from your father. He listened to you intently as you retold the stories your father often told you, about Sunchildren, Chariot of the Sun, God of Time..... it was such a pleasant experience that he told you about the real reason he was there. It was for a book, he was trying to look for a proof of something, he said, while also confessing that he is only good at translating scripts.

"Ah, is that so? .. I know a lot about the history of this place. I can be your companion while we're here and... you're actually fun to talk to, Enjou." you smiled at him but he just stared at you intently with an unreadable expression. You felt awkward so you coughed and changed the subject and proceed to tell him about the Three Great Martial Trials.

❀ Chapter 3: Against the Dragonheir

It took quite a while before the Traveller came back to the Dainichi Mikoshi temple, and after witnessing the world's most powerful light switch turn on and off, on and off, on and off for hours, you guessed that they had a lot of fun with the puzzles. You can't really blame them, you were proud of your people for making good puzzles afterall. After the offerings were placed, and the Dragonheir slain by the skillful Traveller, Enjou appeared before the both of you, not as a human but as something else.

"... I believe that you refer to us exegetes as "Lectors," yes?" Enjou then turned into the fire spitting monster he kept saying he wasn't. The fight ensued, with your Hydro Vision and catalyst making quick work of the Pyro Lector's shield. It was not long before Enjou(???) admitted defeat to you and the Traveller. He finally told you how he needed a book to prove that maybe the gods of Celestia aren't even from Teyvat, in a manner of speaking that would be considered casual.

".... Well, you get the picture. There's a lot of reasons why I should kill you. As for reasons against, there is only one:" The tall Pyro Lector looked straight at you "I rather like you. So could you think of another?". Before you open your mouth to speak, Enjou(???) continued as though answering his own question "Oh, yes... I appreciated your company, (First)." his eyes seemed to crinkle in amusement "I cannot kill you, my companion." he then disappeared through the starry portal and everything went quiet, your faces held nothing but confusion.

"... Paimon never thought that Abyss monsters could have crushes.." she looked at you then you just shrugged "Well, we'd never see him.. or it?? again, so what does it matter?".

❀ Chapter 4: Return

The Traveller went back to Tsuyuko and reported the expedition to retrieve the Bloodbranch Coral a success. You were compensated for your time and effort but you weren't satisfied. You didn't find any clues about your father so you struck up a conversation with the Traveller. The Traveller handed you the key after understanding that you were in a situation similar to them, then went on their way to find their lost sibling.

The Traveller and the flying Paimon thingy returned to their journey, and you, returned to Enkonomiya. The ruins were as dismal as you remembered them. You went straight to the Temple of Dainichi Mikoshi to start your search, but stopped in your tracks when you saw a familiar figure: an Abyss Lector standing in front of the temple, its head looking up at the light coming from the beacon. You tried to silently turn around and escape out of there, but you suddenly heard his distorted voice.

"(First), there you are." No way, was he waiting for you? He floated closer to you and you cautiously stepped away. You knew how dangerous he was and without the Traveller, you'd have one hell of a difficult time. "Listen, I only wish to find traces of my father.... I have the book you might be looking for with me. If you want me to give it to you, you'd have to leave me in peace." you held up the book titled 'Before Sun and Moon' then continued "... I found it under a Ruin Guard's arse, by the way."

The Pyro Lector stopped in his tracks and looked at the book, then he shifted his gaze at you. For some strange reason, you felt that his expression somehow exudes... fondness? In your confusion, his subordinates appeared behind you: one in blue and one in violet. You couldn't fight them off and the next thing you knew, you blacked out.

❀ Chapter 5: Into the Abyss

You woke up covered in fine silks and furs, with embroidery that looked exquisite and otherworldy. Your room was extravagant and beautiful, yet it looked eerily similar to the architecture of the ruins in Enkonomiya. You felt something hot touch your cheek, and as you looked up, you saw the Pyro Abyss Lector. You flinched away, immediately which surprised him.

"...Well, they did say that humans are quite jumpy when brought in a new environment." the Pyro Lector told you to address him as 'Enjou' for the sake of familiarity. You tried to fight him off as he tried to hold you in an attempt to comfort you. "... It's alright. You can hit me instead if that's what it takes for you to trust me." you raised your hand as an attempt to slap, then remembered that this was a repeated conversation in a different scenario.

The Pyro Lector took your hesitance as a sign that you like him. He held onto you much tighter and you could almost hear him... purring? His warmth was also turned down, perhaps in fear of burning you. "I did not like the idea of my fellow exegetes touching you, but it was the only way to get you here with the least... damage."

You look up at him wide-eyed and asked "... But I already gave you the book... what more do you want from me??" He looked down at you with so much affection, that you feared for the answer. "When I was pretending to be Enjou in the library, I thought that "this person must be quite lonely" as I talked with you... but as you talked more and more, I thought "this person appears to be very warm, warmer than I ever would be" and I wanted to keep it all to myself."

You looked up at him speechless, you didn't know how to reply to that, especially when you felt his claws tenderly holding your waist, in mockery or in threat, you didn't know. Enjou gazed down at you and nuzzled your hair after finding you so adorable with that wide-eyed look.

He would slowly take his time with you, let you be accustomed to this new darkness that is the Abyss. He even got permission from the Abyssal Twin to keep you here because of how knowleadgable you are about the history within thousands of years ago. You'll be much safer here, far away from the human greed you told him about in the story of the Sunchildren.

You could only wish that someone like Oroboshi would swoop down and save you from this darkness. Too bad, Enjou would never let anything get close to his sweet little human pet, his nice little companion, and he would love nothing more than to learn everything there is in the world eternally by your side. Gods help those who'll pull you apart, he will turn them all into ashes.

#yandere genshin impact #pyro abyss lector #yandere enjou #not beta read #we die like the sunchildren #yandere pyro abyss lector #he had my heart ya'll #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines

[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

Following the request of Anon here...

Apologies. Due to a technical glitch, I couldn't answer this request directly. I already reported my problem to Tumblr

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⸸ Devotion ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where the Manager thought he could save the facility by sacrificing the Twelfth Apostle, but Bean Boi did the Reverse Uno card on him. OOC and fanon to be expected because I am not going to bother writing his dialogue into Elizabethan English.)

Characters: WhiteNight (Lobotomy Corporation), Gender Neutral Love Interest (refers to themself as the 'Agent', while WN them 'Twelfth Apostle' or 'Heretic'), the Manager/Ayin (only in mentioning, referred to as 'the Shepherd' by WN)

Warning/Dead Dove - Do Not Eat/Mature Audiences Only: physical abuse, slight violence/terror, mature/dark themes (read the contains list)

Contains: unhealthy established relationship, controlling behavior, WhiteNight has an overwhelming fear of betrayal, victim-blaming, mentioned suicide attempt (as per the canon Heretic), mild angst,

Word Count: 1200+

Description: He no longer remembered how many Apostles he had loved, had lost, nor how long ago he had come to this facility. Years? Centuries? Millennia? Many times throughout, he had tried to save them. All of them. For every cycle, a new clock was built with the names of the new Apostles.

"Dear."

Voice as soft as the white feathers of his wings rang clear throughout the containment unit.

"I still remember our vows from last week. How you promised that you would forever love me. That I, and I alone, would be the only one to receive your faith and devotion. Really, it feels like you just told me those yesterday."

The holy entity spoke so dreamily as he paced around the room. Behind him, the hem of his long, white robes flowed so smoothly like water over the concrete floor. To the human observer, it would seem unnatural how graceful his body was. Every flutter of his lashes, his wings, his posture, and even the way he held his chin up so regally felt otherworldly.

Every action was performed so beautifully. Anyone that sees him might as well be looking at an oil painting come to life.

But that beautiful portrait changed into something disconcerting—something sinister—when his eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes that foreshadowed the massacre that will ensue from his 'Salvation'.

What a bloody contrast against his angelic face.

His Twelfth Apostle was kneeling on the floor before him, eyes gouged out, and their skin a deathly shade of white.

"But what about you?" he asked, tilting his head their way. The Heretic squirmed slightly as they 'saw' his gaze turn toward them. "Do you remember?"

WhiteNight had expected this to happen. It always did with the Twelfth Apostles. The first one betrayed him for a pouch of silver coins that the men of Caesar promised. The second had abandoned him for some lesser creature they called the new 'God', and as for the third...well.

He just stopped keeping track by that point.

He knew from the very beginning what would become of a union like this. They were the tenth, the hundredth—no, thousandth Twelfth Apostle he blessed.

This human wasn't any different, but like a fool, he willingly blinded himself because he 'loved' them.

"It was in a different facility, I believe. One of the ones at the Upper Layer? I was still donning the façade of what you called a ZAYIN. But now, you are uncertain of what I am, aren't you? Not even your precious Shepherd seem to understand what I am."

The human's fearful gaze answered his question. By now, they should be realizing the true scale of his power. Did they really believe that healing was the only miracle he could create?

"What is with that look? I don't plan on harming anyone, child. Do you not believe me?"

He walked toward them, only stopping to get down on one knee to see his beloved apostle eye-to-eye. His pale hand reached for those loose strands of hair. He had always affectionately tucked behind their ears before. So, why now did something like this make them flinch?

He could only stare, dumbstruck, at the human leaning away from his touch, before the room darkened.

The lights dimmed, flickered as purple mist begun to overtake the room.

That was his last straw.

Dropping all pretenses of gentleness, the Abnormality violently snatched their chin, forcing them to face him when they tried to back away. They grasped at his arm, his chest, his waist. Their now mutated nails were scratching and digging too deeply into the soft flesh of his mortal body.

Of course, it was futile.

Mortal he may look in this form, a single flesh wound would never be enough to kill him. If it were, then the first betrayal should have been his last.

"I really did have faith in you," he said, voice as dark as his eyes. "Even though you were the last of the Apostles...even though you took the longest to understand my mission—" ...I truly did hope that we would one day see the world the same way.

He spoke in a tone most might believe as composed, but deep down, he was anything but. There was a tempest swirling about within him, feelings so powerful that even he was surprised by how much they were affecting him.

For a being who thought himself higher than the vermin he ought to 'save', it was distasteful how much he was acting like them.

It was his fault, really.

In the first place, he should have lowered his standards and expectations.

He was the fool for wanting to believe in a fantasy. That somehow, this little mortal would be able to break the cycle of trust and betrayal the first Twelfth Apostle had begun.

It was all so foolish that he wanted to laugh at himself. How could they possibly achieve something as grandiose as that when they couldn't even leave the time loop their precious Shepherd had trapped them in?

The Abnormality's hands hovered down their neck before wrapping tightly around their throat. Given their condition, the Apostle couldn't even cry. Without eyes, all their tears just pooled at the back of their socket.

How befitting for a heretic, he mused.

"Shh. Hush now." The gentleness of his voice was a great contrast to the cruelty his hands were displaying.

As he wanted, the Heretic shut their mouth into a thin line, fear taking over the pain. He could still hear them hicking and sobbing, but at least they were trying to contain themselves.

In the past, seeing them flinch even just a little from his touch was enough to make his heart crack. If that version of himself saw his beloved human falling apart like this, he would be heartbroken.

But this version of him felt nothing.

The only reason he could even tell they were weeping was through the choked ugly sobs coming out of their lips, and the snot streaming down their nose. It was such an ugly sight that it made the corner of his lips curl up in disdain.

"Weren't you already planning to hang yourself? What difference would my hand make?" WhiteNight asked in mock jester. "Do you detest me so much that you would rather off yourself than die under my cause?"

Without warning, he suddenly released them, making them ungracefully collapse onto the concrete floor. As they laid there, panting and gasping for air, they would flinch ever so slightly whenever their fingers grazed over the bruising circles on their neck.

Still, he felt nothing.

"To be honest, I predicted that you would one day turn away from me for some con."

He couldn't help but frown slightly at the last word. Just thinking about the false messiah with the crown of thorns made him sick.

"You humans had always been so fickle. Something like this can no longer surprise me. Yet...here we are. Even though I knew this was inevitable...even though I knew I could never truly call you mine...I—"

He stopped midway, forcing the words that wanted to come out of his mouth into silence.

It was unlike him to be this flustered. He should be eloquent, composed, just, as befitting of someone with divine power. He should never be acting this pitiful.

The Agent, as if noticing the sudden plummeting of his mood, looked up, only to notice something flicker behind his eyes. But before they could so much as decipher it, the atmosphere of the room changed.

No longer did it hold the malicious intent of an Abnormality, nor the purple mist from earlier.

It was all just red now.

"If you ever betray me again, heed the words of your Shepherd over mine...I don't know if I'll be able to show mercy."

~~~ End ~~~

This was requested such a long time ago...oh my. I hope it isn't too late. (My sincerest apologies, Anon... ;-; )

As you can probably tell, 'save' is just a euphemism for 'exterminate'. In my fanon, WhiteNight (much like Blue Star) considers genocide a solution. Humanity is already heading towards its own destruction, so wouldn't it be more merciful to end it all before all their sins become unforgivable?

(I am no expert when it comes to abusive relationships or cults. It would be better for you to be informed about these from reliable sources.)

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[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

⸸ F-02-58 (Big and Will Be Bad Wolf) -- Character Headcanons ⸸

(This AU shall not be confused with my Yandere/Humanoid/Yandere Humanoid AU. But ey, if you really want to, who am I to stop you.)

"I’m telling this secret only to you. If you ever build a house, make it a sturdy brick house."

⸸ There are many ways to interpret his role as a 'villain':

a) Due to the twisted logic Abnormalities are born from, his designated role as a villain in a tale created by prejudiced humans made it so that it is in his nature to act maliciously on impulse. It is simply in his nature to be the way he is, even if he knows it is wrong and feels remorse. Or... b) A more sympathetic take would be that he gave up on being treated nicely. Humans had treated him like shite since the beginning, because they all assumed he's a bad guy for being a carnivore (the whole home invasions and sheep stealing didn't help). If they're going to treat him like a monster anyway, then he will show them one. c) Or maybe he's just self-aware. He knows he was born from a fairytale, and as a result, he believes it is his duty to 'fulfill' the role of a villain. He hates it, of course, but at the end of the day, he deems this duty more important than his feelings on the matter.

⸸ He doesn't want pity. You may kindly leave with it, thank you very much. He already laments existence well enough, and he doesn't need any more of it from others.

⸸ Just understand this...he will never stop eating. Human or monster, adult or child, he will eat them. He may feel remorse for all the unnecessary pain he inflicted upon them, but at the end of the day, he is still a carnivore.

⸸ In addition, he also doesn't need anyone's attempt in bonding with him. There is no need to treat him so nicely when he has tormented and killed so many people.

Whether he is truly a tragic villain or a monster, he still doesn't want to hurt the people he cares about. So, of course, the last thing he wants is to care about someone, lest he hurt them too. Don't give him a reason to care...

⸸ Wolves are pack animals. He will never admit it, but he would definitely breach if any of his favourite Agents were to be hurt by another Abnormality.

⸸ Because he is a wolf, he will also do many dog wolf things. Like:

⸸ Join in when an Agent howls ⸸ Chew and play with the bones of his meals (or on any toys left in his room) ⸸ Sleep and laze around his containment unit. ⸸ Shed an ungodly amount of fur

⸸ And like a true wolf trapped in a closed space, he acts assertive towards other Abnormalities. Mostly so they would leave him alone. Then, there are those pricks that just seem to enjoy wrecking havoc wherever they go. This type of Abnormality (WhiteNight, Queen of Hatred, Firebird, Melting Love, etc.) hold a special place in his void of a heart solely because they keep fucking shit up in his home turf.

⸸ And yes, he would absolutely consider Lobotomy Corporation his new home because why not.

⸸ Dislikes Instinct work. It is one thing to come into his room to socialize and fulfill his needs, and it's another matter entirely to change things around within his territory. The containment room is his only, and it should only be him cleaning and maintaining it.

⸸ May another Abnormality save you if you call or treat him like a dog. The person who coincidentally gave him the best belly rub never lived to tell the tale of how much his tail was wagging.

#big and will be bad wolf #headcanons #abnormalities #lobotomy corporation #project moon

[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

Got a favourite yan abnormality?

Not so coincidentally, it is the ones I write the most that I like.

I like dominants with a lust for violence and/or absolute control...Big and Will Be Bad Wolf is who I immediately think of...

But I also like the opposite. Unhinged submissives make me think of Reddened Buddy.

Another type of Yandere that unfortunately doesn't have enough content of are the. Magnificent Bastards. So, Plague Doctor/WhiteNight, Blue-Smocked Shepherd, Der Freischütz.

And then, there are the straight up eldritch monstrosities like Nothing There, Mountain of Smiling Bodies, and The Silent Orchestra. For a similar reason as the Magnificent Bastards, I like to imagine and write about them simply because of how inhumane and bizarre they are.

Then, there is the Holy Trinity that is Judgement Bird, Punishing Bird, and Big Bird, which together makes God Apocalypse Bird.

...What can I say? The idea of three lovesick monsters pining for the same person is really enticing.

[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

⸸ Yandere Lobotomy Corp — Plague Doctor Headcanons ⸸

(Disclaimer: A yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I make as many Abnormalities humanoid as possible. OOC and fanon are to be expected)

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A kind smile, a sultry voice, and a form that humans could love and worship.

That was everything the Plague Doctor was meant to be.

So, when he first came to the facility, it came as no surprise to see all these humans flocking around him like flies drawn to an irresistible slab of meat.

It was all going according to plan. He would never have bothered to conceal himself it didn't get him the followers he needed.

All except you. You, who refused to acknowledge him as anything more than 'Abnormality.'

It was honestly insulting to be called that, as if he were the wayward soul in this place. It was not him that was the problem. It was all these miniscule creatures believing that they are the top of the world.

It's called, 'pride'...and it is a sin you are very guilty of, dear.

Before you are worthy of seeing his true form and the paradise he can give, you must learn about humiliation first.

Your refusal to trust and open up to him is more or less...thrilling. It wasn't often that he encountered a human rejecting him directly. Even the most pious and virtuous of men fall into his clutches eventually. It would be delicious to see your free will eventually break for him, and he wanted to be there to savor it.

But alas, you just. Wouldn't. Crack.

If he so much as take a step closer to you, never mind try to touch you, you immediately try to flee from him.

Why? Whywhywhywhy--W H Y?

He keeps that calm, gentle, ever-serene façade, but deep down, he was dying to pin you down and force you to worship him.

WHY WON'T YOU WORSHIP HIM?

After the third blessing, he did everything to be of service to you. Befriending you. Even offering you to find solace in his containment unit when you seemed to be on the verge of breaking. You remained distant.

After his fifth blessing, he offered to heal all your scars and injuries, but you refused, stating that you could just heal immediately in the Main Room of your department.

After his eight blessing, he told many of his believers to persuade you into trusting him. They had told you how good he was to them, how much he cared for all of the Agents...and how much he worried about you, especially.

After his tenth blessing, he feigned heartache and sadness, for a certain 'infidel' refused to accept his 'help'. Not long after, you suddenly began to find threatening letters in your bunker, your locker, in your favorite spots...No matter where you went, you didn't feel safe, even around other humans. His cult was always watching you.

After his eleventh blessing, his benevolent mask began to crumble. You can hear in his voice exhaustion, weariness, irritation. Naturally, he kept his amiable manner of speech, but occasionally, you swore you saw his closed eyes flutter open...and you saw red.

If you still didn't choose to accept him after the twelfth blessing, well...don't say he didn't try to spare you.

"I only wish to serve you, to heal you of your wounds and heartache. I want to save you...so why doth thee refuse me?"

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I must confess...I would quite certainly die if I were an agent working for L-Corp.

As you can see, I have absolutely no reservation kissing mysterious guys dressed entirely in black, looking like fallen angels from the Bubonic Plague.

Oh, and here is a sneak-peek of what's to come next:

Things are only about to get spicier, dear Anon. Don't fret that I have forgotten thee~

- Eldritch

#yandere plague doctor #yandere whitenight #yandere lobotomy corp #yandere lobotomy corporation #yandere imagines #yandere scenario #yandere male #yandere boy #yandere x reader #yandere #love-eldritch #yandere project moon #yandere headcanons

[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

Can you do yandere white night with his 12 apostle headcanons? :0

⸸ Yandere Lobotomy Corp — WhiteNight w/ Apostle!Reader Headcanons ⸸

(Disclaimer: A yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I make as many Abnormalities humanoid as possible. OOC and fanon are to be expected)

This is quite the doozy, loves~

In this AU, the Plague Doctor doesn't immediately breach as soon as he Metamorphosizes into WhiteNight.

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Now, there are many ways your love story with the false god could turn out. With him, there are just so many ways your fates could have intertwined to lead to WhiteNight worshipping you.

You could have refused him until the very end, and spared yourself the pain and eternal suffering that he thinly disguises as 'Eden.'

Buuut...for the sake of your request, dear Anon, let us assume that you accepted to devote yourself entirely to him. And I mean, all of you.

Because that is essentially what you did.

You did bother to understand what it meant to be his follower, right?

R i g h t . . ?

"At last, his eyes fluttered opened to reveal an ominous red. His followers rejoiced, 'The Lord and Savior has awakened!'"

WhiteNight loves all of his Apostles. No infidel or heretic is allowed to question his mercy and love for them.

But who is he trying to fool, dear? You, who he had tried so hard to convert and now fear of losing? His followers, who he only deem as faceless pawns?

Or perhaps, himself? A lovesick god that believes he is above everything flawed and human.

It dawned on him, then, that you weren't just some Apostle he wanted to hoard.

He needs your devotion. He absolutely cannot stand the idea of you one day leaving him.

And don't even try to attempt to worship anyone else. Especially not that wretched man who likes to play saint. WhiteNight can give you everything you ever wanted, and so much more than that sad excuse of a god.

Which was why he always paid the most attention to you.

He was already a high-maintenance Abnormality, that doesn't want to be left alone or ignored for more than ten minutes. So, imagine having to come to his containment unit at least six times an hour, because he keeps threatening the Manager that he will breach.

The other Apostles envy you, but they cannot show it. They fear his anger, but more than anything, they fear being abandoned by him. They wouldn't dare to incur his wrath! Isn't he already being cruel enough by wasting all of his affections on you?

So, they will scowl at you while holding a tight leash on their jealousy as they watch their Lord smother and embrace you with his being. Oh, how much they wished to be showered with his gifts and pure-white feathers...

"Why won't he look at us? We have done everything he ever asked for, but he won't even let me stay near him. He keeps looking at them. That dirty, dirty whore. The Harlot! Please please please please just LOOKATME."

Then, a new Apostle has been blessed, with the previous one missing. Everyone looks tense, afraid to even look at you or him at the eye.

Sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around waist, you ask innocently. He delights at the fear in your eyes as you turn to face him.

They all could die for all he cares. His eleven Apostles are replaceable, unimportant, and inconsequential to his plans. All he truly needs is you.

The moment you die...how long will he have to wait until the next time loop begins?

"Hush...Why dost thou fear me? No harm shall come to thee so long as thy body, heart and soul belong to me."

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This is the first Abnormality I ever wrote so much on, and still have so much more to talk about. But alas, I can only write so much before this post turns from headcanons into an essay. Least to say, this won't be the last headcanon I ever write on him, loves.

Especially since this one doesn't consider the MC being the twelfth apostle. Ooh, how would he deal with a Heretic darling, I wonder.

Anyway, I hope you love this one, Anon~

#yandere whitenight #yandere lobotomy corp #yandere lobotomy corporation #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere scenario #yandere boy #yandere male #yandere #love-eldritch #yandere x reader #yandere x you

[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

⸸ Eyes on Me — The Silent Orchestra ⸸

(An AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made as many Abnormalities into aesthetically pleasing humanoids as possible, so OOC and fanon are to be expected. Inspired by my personal experience playing with these fuckers ladies and gentleman for the first time.)

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Mentions of other Abnormalities like the Crumbling Armor, WhiteNight, [Censored], and Nothing There as humanoids. MC knows nothing about classical music.

Pairing: [Insert!MC] x T-01-31

Word Count: 2200 &lt;

Description: The Silent Orchestra was born to be praised. To be loved. To hear the applause of anyone that stumbles upon them. But to guarantee the survival of the facility's entire personnel, it is detrimental that agents must deprive them of that privilege. No matter how deserving, no matter how tempted they are to scream and applause with madness...

...The Conductor must never see their soul.

Warning: general yandere themes (obsession), gore

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The moment the Manager chose to contain T-01-31, the entire facility was bound to fall into break and ruin.

Agent [Name] was in the middle of doing Instinct work on O-05-61 when the warrior suddenly spoke to them.

"Go. Your strength is needed elsewhere." With a wave of his hand, a blue flame began flickering around [Name], sparking a new kind of vigor within them. And just like that, the door behind them slid open.

But before they ran out of the containment unit, they made sure to bow in gratitude.

Sure, it was just something the Abnormality did for those he found worthy, but it was still a nice gesture.

Some personnel had reported feeling wary or anxious around O-05-61. Some said that they felt something akin to a thin line being tightly wrapped around their neck around him. But for [Name], they only ever felt warm, safe, around the warrior, and with the blue flames engulfing them, that sensation didn't disappear, even as they traversed further and further away from O-05-61's containment unit.

Not long after, the Manager immediately ordered them to go to the Central Communications Department. Suppression Work.

[Name] could only assume the worst had happened. That an ALEPH-class Abnormality had breached.

...But who?

It couldn't have been Nothing There nor [CENSORED]. There were dead bodies, yes. A lot of them in fact, but it was too...clean. It was a word they never thought they would use to describe a massacre, but it was true. It lacked the barbarity and unrestrained violence that [Censored]'s unique killing style had. That Abnormality left entrails and mangled remains in its wake, leaving no surface untouched by blood.

But it couldn't have been Nothing There's either. The Assimilator left wounds too large to be from a human weapon. Besides, it favoured short-distance weapons; the scythe and mace in particular. These corpses had bullet wounds.

[Name] couldn't help but feel their heart sink. This was obviously a massacre committed by humans.

All the while, [Name] could hear it, the absolute chaos that was currently the CC Department. It was a tumult of horrified screams and the mad ramblings of agents on a murderous rampage. But even through it all, they could sense it.

The music of the end.

It thrummed through their bones, sending vibrations down their spine. It was as if the very sound was trying to encroach their mind.

By the time [Name] reached the Central Communications Department, they were greeted by absolute chaos. Beneath the sharp howls of violins and flutes, and the angry growls of brass instruments, they found their fellow agents.

The panicking ones were out on a murderous rampage, their eyes crazed with bloodlust as they hacked and slashed at anything that moved, but some were just sitting on the ground, staring catatonically at nothing. Then, there were those who were still sane, struggling to stay intact.

And at the midst of it all was the perpetrator.

He looked tall and proud as he stood there on a platform with his players. His hands gracefully motioned about, waving some sort of stick. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be made from the ivory of bones.

At first, [Name] thought it was WhiteNight, but no. If it was, she should have heard the bells before she even left 0-05-61's containment unit. This was...was this the new Abnormality?

The brass were getting louder, overpowering the soft chords of the strings, until eventually, all slowed to quietness.

But the performance wasn't over yet.

[Name] took this opportunity to land their killing blow. The man—Abnormality had their back turned to them. He was completely engrossed in whatever he was doing. Directing the Orchestra? But there was nothing else in front of him other than four women in white, all of whom only played violin and...whatever the bigger violins are called. Didn't they only need the stick-man for a large group of players?

Like WhiteNight, it was a mystery where music was coming from. Quite possibly, this Abnormality had a unique ability that negated the need for physical instruments. That was probably what its little stick was for.

Carefully, they aimed their gun for his head. Sure, a rifle from Der Freischütz won't kill them like it would a human, but it is a humanoid. Surely, a shot to the head would stop him even for just a second?

"S-stop."

A weak, raspy voice halted them. [Name] looked down at the ground beside him and realized the Agent was still alive. Immediately they knelt down. Not to help her, but so they could hear her better.

"How did everyone die?" Information was more important than anything else right now. Their survival relied on being able to avoid whatever killed their colleagues.

"The...music." She began hacking up blood. It took a while before she was able to breathe fine again. "It drove everyone mad."

"Then how come you're still alright?"

"I'm a senior. The lower-ranks weren't able to withstand it. What level are you?"

"Three...I think I have enough Prudence. And fortitude."

"Save it. You think you'll be able to take down that thing on your own? My entire team was decimated by that monster." Her rage seeped through their teeth like the blood on her chin. But beneath it all, they could see grief. Pain.

"Wait for back up, at least. Or hope that this day will be over soon, and you can leave this hell hole to be cleaned up by someone else."

That was...true. The departments from the upper levels were probably still harvesting energy. If that was true, then they should be reaching the daily quota soon.

But that was hopeful thinking. They might finish the day, but would they be able to make it until then?

"God damn, this is what I hate about this job," she angrily spat out, blood mixed with saliva dripping down her chin. "You'll never know what you're dealing with until its out killing all of your colleagues."

"What do you think its defenses are?"

She blinked, trying to recall, but with her blood loss, that seemed like a tremendous task. "I...I don't know. At first, no one could hurt it, but Emily with the Black weapon was able to hurt it for a while. But then, it just stopped working. After that, that awful noise began to ring in my ears, and everyone suddenly went crazy." Tears began to pool in her eyes. "I think...it became immune to damage altogether."

[Name]'s eyes couldn't help but widen.

Immune to damage..? That's..! That shouldn't be possible! If nothing could hurt them, then—

They turned to look back at the pale man. Beside them, they heard the dying Agent chuckle roughly. "What the hell is the Manager going to do about this?"

What the hell, indeed. If it can't be hurt, then was suppressing this thing even possible?

The music became more and more dynamic, probably nearing its finale, until finally, the clanging of metal and abrupt bellows of trumpets warned the descent of the grand finale.

A...flute? Oboe? Whatever it was, it began playing a soft sound similar to a rooster's crow in the morning. And as it did so, the women in white shook their fingers in a way that made the strings tremble.

When it finally did, [Name] thought they could relax...but they knew there were consequences for this.

They failed.

That was when every single person in the room began to laugh, scream, and cry in joy. Except for their senior. The agent beside them only clutched their head, nails digging harshly through their temples.

"What's wrong? Ma'am?"

She began to scratch, the soft skin easily peeling off from the unrestrained force.

"Make it stop make it stop make it STOP!"

[Name] could only watch helplessly as their senior kept banging her head against the floor. They tried to restrain her, but they only wound up with deep scratch marks on their arms. Their weapon might kill her, but knocking them out with the butt of their rifle would be worth it. But just as they were about to do it, all the lights in the department died out.

That was when when they heard the explosions.

All around them, [Name] heard their final cries of anguish before it all ended spectacularly with a bang. It was as if someone had shot them to end their suffering, but...

They touched the blood that splattered onto their face. It was still warm. Rubbing it between their fingers, they felt little chunks of meat and shards of bone.

What kind of gun could...did Der Freischütz shoot his magical bullet?

But that didn't make sense. His bullets never miss. Once he shoots, it hits everything in its way. They should be dead right now.

Their questions were answered soon enough when the emergency lights began to flicker an ominous red throughout the entire facility.

For a split second, they saw it. The corpses lying on the ground. The twisted bouquet of brain mush, eyes, and skull shrapnel where their heads should be.

They could only stand there, shocked. It was only a fracture of a second, but they were already closing their eyes, unwilling to see more.

'Maestro...it seems like one of them made it 'till the finale.'

They heard an airy voice speak, likely from one of the women in white.

Eyes still shut, [Name] could only listen to the clacking of shoes against the CC Department's polished floors. It grew closer, and closer until stopping in front of them. Just a little, they opened their eyes to see.

All they saw was the white of his shirt, the delicate black ornamentations on his tailcoat, and the fine weaving of his cravat. Even amidst all the gore and blood, he somehow remained untouched, unsullied.

The false purity reminded them of WhiteNight, and it made them sick.

[Name] refused to look up. They would have closed their eyes again if it weren't for how angry they felt. From their peripherals, they could still see the aftermath, and now, they couldn't stop looking at it.

The fact that something could kill, cause absolute chaos, and still remain clean, spotless, or act as if they have done no wrong...it made their blood boil.

"Maestro, perhaps she is deaf."

"Or crass. Trashy Another rubble in the heap."

"They must be for not appreciating the marvel they just witnessed!"

A sharp giggle pierced their ears. "Ladies, please. Let's be considerate. We must understand that not everyone has the same refined tastes as us."

At that, all the women began to giggle as if one of them had just said something clever.

[Name] had to grit their teeth at all the insults the airy-voiced women threw at them. She would soon rather go deaf than praise any of these plastic-faced pricks.

What were they even talking about? What did their hearing or taste in music have to do with this?

The Agent was glaring at them when she suddenly felt a cold hand pull their chin away from their direction, forcing them to look at the pristine face of the man. Half of his face looked human.

Well, as human as Abnormalities could look. His skin was as white as the fine fabric of his clothes. It was almost difficult to see the thin line between his true face and the porcelain mask that covered half of it.

His mask's eye was pure black, forever crinkled by the perpetual smile on its black-painted lips. But his true face, the one uncovered, was unsmiling. Dispassionate. Determined.

But for what?

The women immediately hushed upon noticing his solemnity. [Name] could feel their black beady eyes watching them, as if anticipating what their master would do next.

"Maestro, please. Let's not waste our time!"

"I agree! They aren't worth your salt!

"Ladies," the one with the terrible laugh cut in, but this time, there was no disdain in her words. Only stern assertion. "Remember your station. If the Maestro says so, then we follow."

What in the world are they even talking about? He hasn't said a word at all this entire time? Was all the Agent could think.

"Consider yourself lucky, human," a different woman, the one with the...dot with a wavy line drawn on her left cheek said.

Now that [Name] was looking at them, they noticed that all the women had symbols drawn on their cheek, and just like their 'maestro', they all wore porcelain masks. But unlike him, theirs covered their faces entirely.

"Our Maestro is planning another performance. Just. For. You~"

"After all..." One of the women leaned back on their chair. With her chin still pointing up, it was clear she was looking down on them. "...the show doesn't end unless we hear the applause. As such, the Maestro wishes to see you on our next performance."

"We will be looking for you."

And, just like that, all the lights in the facility turned back on. [Name] winced, blinded by the brightness. By the time their eyes adjusted, the ensemble had gone, vanished.

That day, they were busier than usual. Much to everyone's despair, they couldn't end since T-01-31's breach had completely depleted their enkephalin sources. Even the ones that the facility needed to run. Many other Abnormalities breached because of the power outage.

Not long after, the ensemble's entries were updated.

ALEPH-Class, T-01-31.

The Silent Orchestra.

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"Every song has a heart, and a heart, its own melody. By now, you should know his." - T-01-31's Redrafted Entry

This definitely won't be my last snippet on him. No, this is just the first movement~

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[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

Ohhh can we get silent orchestra headcanons please? Your writing inspires me so much!!

⸸ Yandere Lobotomy Corp — The Silent Orchestra Headcanons ⸸

(Disclaimer: A yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I make as many Abnormalities into male humanoid as possible. OOC and fanon are to be expected)

Since this is humanoid AU, the Silent Orchestra is more like a group of individual Abnormalities with their own personalities, and make up a String Quartet and the Conductor.

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Many question the importance of a conductor. After all, he doesn't really seem to do anything other than wave his hands around.

But some express complete indifference towards him. The string quartet gets all the praise while he is completely ignored by the audience.

It hurts him deeply. But alas, as the leader, he must keep his spirits, and he does so by complimenting his musicians for a show well done.

The String Quartet, of course, know his pain. As fellow artists, they understand how it feels to have their craft ignored or unappreciated.

They exist to be praised, to be adored, to hear the applause of the audience, and that very much applies for the Conductor, even if he doesn't play an instrument.

Little does the Abnormality know, it wasn't that the Agents didn't appreciate his work. In fact, some of them truly admire him. They noticed how much the music was influenced by his feelings and personality. No two performances from the ensamble ever sounded the same because of it.

But of course, everyone knew that any work done on the Abnormalities must end with a NEUTRAL result, and that has been done thus far by complimenting their music while feigning ignorance to the Conductor. That was what had been taught to them by the senior agents.

No one knows what would happen if a GOOD or BAD result were to occur, but they will soon find out when a certain Agent forgets to practice their Temperance.

"Behold and watch as a glorious performance begins! No words nor action can express his love for you better than the Symphony of the End!"

When he saw the awe in your eyes as you looked at him, he knew he had finally done it. A job well done. After so long, he finally earned the praise he had been desperately craving.

You may deny it, but your eyes can't lie. They are, after all, the windows to the soul, and it is the Conductor's duty to see to it that every performance touches it.

If it's still not obvious, a NEUTRAL result ensures that the Conductor never gets attached to any of the Agents. Because out of all the ALEPH Abnormalities, he is undoubtedly one of the most difficult ones to appease (except WhiteNight but that fact only makes it worse).

With the Conductor knowing that you are the only one who can truly appreciate him, he will constantly crave your attention and approval.

The only reason why he would breach after a BAD work result is because he feels as though he has disappointed you.

Maybe you weren't paying your full attention on him, or you made a certain facial expression other than awe, or you didn't praise him enough.

He breaches because he wants to prove that he was distracted, that he wasn't usually that terrible, or whatever excuse he could think of to tell you that he wasn't awful at what he does.

He only wants to be worthy of your love, sopleasedon'tlookathimlikethat—

As for why he would breach for a GOOD work result, well...you might as well ask why a performer would want to keep on playing even after hours upon hours of playing.

He simply wants to continue impressing you. If there had to be a reason for you not to applaud, it would be because he will never finish the concert.

Except he wants to keep this up forever. He doesn't want the performance to end. He wants to keep playing and playing and playing until you drop dead. He won't have your eyes and ears settle anywhere other than him.

All you need to do is pay attention to him.

"Look at me, Darling...Just keep your eyes on me as you listen. Let my music pierce through you."

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Unrelated headcanon to yanderes, so I put it down here:

"I was the composer of Lobotomy, I put my everything into it. Now, I conduct the song of apocalypse to make everything right. As if he is about to start the performance, he stretches his arm. The conductor, who thought he is the freest soul, was not free at all. The performance ended." - Last Observation, Legacy

Back then, composer (or conductor, depending on translation) and managers meant the same thing in-game.

So, wouldn't it be interesting if the Silent Orchestra manifested as an Abnormality from one of Ayin/A/X's many previous incarnations? Perhaps, during one of his many failed attempts, his self-loathing towards his mistakes was so strong that it created another 'composer' to set everything right in his place. Unfortunately, that desire had combined with the setting's general hopelessness.

From Ayin's despair to a world that had lost even the most basic of concepts like unconditional kindness and love... wasn't it only natural that a world-ending Abnormality was born to correct our mistakes?

(This isn't canon anymore, obviously, but I find it interesting to think about if Project Moon decided to go with this route)

- Eldritch

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[multyfandoms-imagines]

I’ve noticed no one has gone big brain and requested yandere!binah headcanons.

I guess it is a big brain time and do both at once.... But i also have a smol brain in naming still so my brain is average

TW: yandere themed

•Binah is scary normally. She wouldn't change much at all as yandere. Mostly because there are select few who can comfortably be near her to notice changes

•and even then, Binah can perfectly mask it or play it off

•so literally noone is gonna do anything about it

•however Binah knows when she is overstepping boundaries with you and vice varsa 

•tea dates as always, its Binah. What else to expect? Maybe some slow dances or cuddles when she feels like it

•since you are soo soft and dont do anything to make Binah angry, she doesnt try to be rude or mean to you. And if something dangerous has to be aoround, well, she is not gonna jump in asap (unless some real shit is here)

•personally takes care of your wounds if you get some

•Binah may or may not still try to get you to work on something dangerous just cus she is kinda a scary lady lets face it

•but she knows what is in your level and what is not

•if she has to b-slap some abno that messes with you, even if its WhiteNight, she will. Dont test her

#lobotomy corporation #lc #binah #tw yandere #character+reader #headcanons #female s/o #soft female s/o

[multyfandoms-imagines]

Lobotomy Corporation masterlist

Under cut for length, TW mentions AND SPOILERS, please let me know if something is not right

Sephirahs

Yesod comforting sad S/O headcanons

Protective Binah headcanons

Binah romantic headcanons

Hokma with an employee, who sees him as father headcanons

Malkuth hurt/comfort imagine

Angela + Sephirahs (excludinng Tiphereths) romantic headcanons

Yesod and (S/O) who kissed him alot

(S/O) helps Yesod to fall asleep

Meltdown Chesed, Tiphereth, Hokma and Binah with injured Reader headcanons

Upper Sephirahs with depressed (S/O) fluffy headcanons

Netzach + energetic (S/O) who likes to nap with him fluffy headcanons

Meltown Gebura (Red Mist) + Meltdown Binah (Arbiter) headcanons

Chesed + Netzach + Yesod poly headcanons

Upper Sephirahs + Chesed comforting (S/O) after a nightmare headcanons

Chesed + male!Reader headcanons

Manager headcanons (sort of)

Angela + (S/O) fluffy headcanons

Malkuth + Hod headcanons

Chesed + Netzach + Reader poly relationship headcanons

Hokma romantic headcanons

Upper Sephirahs, Gebura being forgiven by their (S/O) they injured during their meltdown fluff headcanons

Upper Sephirahs, Chesed and Gebura with affectionate (S/O), who gets embarrassed when given affection headcanons

Tiphereth A/B headcanons

Netzach + (S/O) who likes to nap on him headcanons

Binah + easily flattered!(S/O) headcanons

Ghost!Carmen + Binah headcanons

(Agnst) Gebura/Red Mist who hurts her (S/O) during meltdown headcanons

TW: injures - Upper Sephirahs + (S/O) who was hurt during their meltdown headcanons

TW: blood, injures - Sephirahs (excluding Tiphereth) + (S/O) who got hurt, but still jokes

Gebura + Hod headcanons

Yesod + (S/O), who gives alot of affection headcanons

Gebura + Binah + Reader poly relationship headcanons

Angela headcanons

Chesed + weak, trans boyfriend Reader headcanons

TW: yandere - Yandere!Angela headcanons

TW: yandere - Yandere!Chesed headcanons

TW: yandere - Yandere!Malkuth headcanons

Abnormalities

TW: yandere - Yandere Queen of Hatered headcanons

Der Freischütz + Clouded Monk headcanons

Child of Galaxy + parent!Reader headcanons

1.76 MHz headcanons

Der Freischütz and Funeral of the Dead Butterflies comfort Reader after they got a panic attack headcanons

Army in Black + Reader "semi-attachement work"

Parasite Tree headcanons

Fragment of Universe headcanons

Dream of a Black Swan, brothers headcanons

Dreaming Current + (S/O) in a sibling-like relationship headcanons

Laetitia headcanons

TW: injures - Der Freischütz and (S/O), who he shot on accident headcanons

TW: blood, horror - Burrowing Heaven headcanons

Yin headcanons

Alriune headcanons

TW: yandere - Yandere!Der Freischütz headcanons

CENSORED headcanons

WhiteNight headcanons

Der Freischütz+Funeral of the Dead Butterflies+Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary poly relationship headcanons

Singing Machine headcanons

Der Freischütz + Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary headcanons

Punishing Bird, Big Bird and Judgement Bird discovering the "truth" about the "Monster" headcanons

Apocalypse Bird headcanons

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary+ Punishing Bird+Big Bird+Judgement Bird poly headcanons

The Silent Orchestra headcanons

TW: injures - Der Freischütz and Funeral of the Dead Butterflies with injured (S/O)

TW: yandere - Yandere!Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary headcanons

TW: PTSD - Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary with (S/O), who has PTSD

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary + Scarred Reader

Porccubus and Schadenfreude headcanons

Judgement Bird headcanons

TW: yandere - Yandere!Big and Will be Bad Wolf headcanons

Big Bird Headcanons

La Luna headcanons

Shy Look Today headcanons

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary + Abnormality!Reader headcanons

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary + shy, small Reader romantic headcanons

Magical Girls + strong Reader headcanons

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary romantic headcanons

TW: mentions of selfharm/selfhate - Knight of Despair headcanons

Queen of Hatered headcanons

King of Greed headcanons (sad headcanons)

Army in Black headcanons

Mountain of the Smiling Bodies headcanons

Possible warnings: mentions of LSD/Drugs - Dreaming Current headcanons

Funeral of the Dead Butterflies + Der Freischütz headcanons

Dream of a Black Swan (Sister/Elijah) headcanons

Nothing There headcanons

TW: yandere, manipulation - Yandere!Funeral of the Dead Butterflies headcanons

Punishing Bird headcanons

Melting Love headcanons

One Sin and Hundred of Good Deeds headcanons

Void Dream headcanons

Rudolta of the Sleigh headcanons

Meat Lantern headcanons

TW: yandere - Yandere!Hammer of Light headcanons

WhiteNight + Funeral of the Dead Butterflies headcanons

TW: yandere - Yandere!WhiteNight + 12th Apostle!Reader headcanons

Laetitia and "Sibling" Employee

Funeral of the Dead Butterflies headcanons

Der Freischütz headcanons

TW: yandere - Yandere!Plauge Doctor headcanons

General

Lobotomy Corporation fluff

#lobotomy corporation #lc #masterlist