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Welcome back this is a message from the ghost of tabby saying good luck with this open inbox soldier 🫡 my account will probably stay dead so you’re doing this for the both of us kekw /pos

singing wanderer is dieded you guys

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DAMN we reached 100 followers!!

Im sorry for being inactive for so long my friends :) as a kind of welcome back gift, me and roxy will answer ANY ask at all!! any youre willing to send!!! Please specify who you want specifically to answer though!! have fun!!

#yandere #yandere ask meme #yandere! ramblings

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Hey! Could you write something for hornet (I love your writing btw I hope you stay safe♡)

AAAAAA!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH (; ;) look at that lil guy,,,,look at em,,,So for hornet, I’m think I’m gonna go for a swing at what she’d gift her interest!

I know some people actually don’t think that hornet can sew, and tbh I can see why. She’s been fighting literally her whole life, grew up in the midst of the death of a kingdom. However, because we’re all simps here, let’s say she can for now! I can most definitely see her gifting someone a new traveling cloak (despite the fact that you are NOT getting away from her) and even fixing damaged clothes. I do think she would make you new ones first, especially if you’ve had your clothes for a while. Reasonable, considering there are no shopping centers in the wasteland. Also reasonable that she’d wanna get you out of clothes that have been thru hell in back of the process of traveling the wastes and fighting for your life.

However, if you have a bias for no-sew hornet, oh boy do I have gifts for you! She travels very frequently across the kingdom, including sometimes deeper more dangerous parts that travelers seeking gold can’t get too. Meaning there are tons of buildings left completely untouched, items prime for gifting. Some may be a bit dusty or perhaps even dripping with infection, but she makes sure to clean it before bringing it back to you. I kinda also see her mother teaching her how to dance and such, and often enjoyed seeing hornet bustling around the nest before she became a dreamer. So yes, hornet may ask you to dance at some point. Although a bit rusty, her honed skills from killing do stop her from stepping on your feet. In fact, she even gains the courage to dip you towards the end of the dance. If you choose to kiss her I assure you you will have your hands full of flustered spider for like. The next three (3) weeks.

This is really short, so sorry if you don’t like it. I noticed your ask had been sitting in the inbox for a while, and wanted to give you at least something satisfactory. Thank you for requesting and your patience, much love my friend!

#yandere hk #my friend wiz :) #rebloop

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Anonymously tell me who you ship me with

#👁️ #please

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oh HELL YEAH MOTHERFUCKERS /pos

What’s your take on The Pale King as a romantic yandere?

ooo now this. This is what we should be asking. /lh

So I’ve been doing your asks in a non-hc format, but let me know if you want those!

I think this would be an incredibly sticky situation. If there’s one thing we’ve seen from Pale King’s character, it’s that he takes what he wants. And if he doesn’t get what he wants, then he sends the hounds after what stops him. For this to work, you’d definitely have to encounter the Wyrm at some point. Meaning either you fought your way up to his personal court, bumped into him in the city/your stomping grounds (since he’s probably been everywhere) or even met him before he became king.

Let’s start with you knowing him before he became king. Wandering in these weird dusty cliffs was just temporary, you continued to convince yourself. The way the grey dirt got stuck in your throat if you breathed without a face cover made your shell itch, and made you wish it was a physical enemy you could beat down. The cliffs of course had their charms, with hoppers hanging around your legs as you walked. However, the further your traveled down, you started to notice some light…snow? It squished under your feet instead of crunched like the usual, and seemed akin more to stark white ashes than snow. Your attention drifted though when you saw a bug stumbling out the mouth of some beast. Rushing forward without a thought as to how it got out, you allowed it to lean on you. Their light was almost blinding, forcing you to squint as their sharp prongs almost caught your face. “Thank you…you’re…too kind…” The poor thing struggled with its words, a hacking cough starting up immediately after. You managed to drag it all the way back to your camp, with him finding stability in his legs along the way. He introduced himself to you as simply Wyrm, explaining he preferred, “using him with me is fine. If anything, you may address me in any way you like. I owe it to you after dragging me out of my corpse back there.”

“What do you mean, ‘your’ corpse?”

“…sorry, simple mistake. Still coming too after that whole…incident. May I ask what title I shall call you by?”

“Of title, I own none. But you may call me by…”

The conversation trailed off from there, soon the two of you finding comfort by a measly fire you built. Though it paled in comparison to his light, which you were tempted to prod at him about. Holding your tongue, you instead found yourself deep in philosophical discussion with the strange bug. He still leaned gently into you, one of his many hands finding solace in your own. You chose to let Wyrm be for now.

Come daylight, you two had begun the trek back into the barren land, your companion remarking on how this would make brilliant territory under the right leadership. A chuckle rumbled your chest and startled him, seemingly in a trance at your laughter. “It would take a god to create a kingdom out of this land. Find me them, and I’ll stay with you the rest of my days. You can be my lucky charm.” A faint heat brought itself upon his face, thoughts of those days spent with you overwhelming him. Well, if he truly wanted to rule this land, he would need a partner to support him…

“Just you wait. I’ll show you the beauty that we could make here.”

With a darling he met from his rebirth, he’d become quickly obsessed. This man is seeing the wonders of the kingdom from new eyes, and to have someone to take those first steps with and even explore his new home with would be emotionally overwhelming. He’s falling fast and hard and there’s no way he’s going to let the stress of building a civilization up from the ground stop him. Dedicates his days to seeing you smile, to hearing that lovely laugh again. Even if he didn’t meet you upon the first time his eyes reopen, he pretty much vibes the same. Strives only to spoil you with the highest of riches and treatment.

Now if you fought your way up to his court, then by this time he would’ve married Root. Now he loves his wife dearly, but he can’t just leave his most noble knight stranded and stuck in the barracks. The King would’ve watched you for a long time, hand picked you to be by his side. Honestly, you turn into a sort of eye candy. He gives you high respect and his love, but he does like to dress you up and show you off. Unlike his first meeting, where he’d keep you in private and spend his days lounging with you, in this meeting he’d spar with you. Eagerly entering your lavish room in the morning, piling on top of your sleeping form and waking you with breakfast. Rants about how he’s got new techniques to teach you, and how he’s tempted to see if he can train you to be intunned to soul usage. Root would nod politely as you were forced into the sparring room, PK’s hands already flexing as he summoned his weapons. He’ll personally heal any wounds he gives you of course, most caused by his blind overexcitement. Kisses them better and then drags you off to spend the rest of the day with root and him. Is just generally really happy to have someone added to the couple, including someone he can spar with. None of the cruelty he shows to independent kingdoms and thriving lands he can’t steal will be shown to you.

Now as for bumping into him on the streets, you’d probably found some secluded area to quiet your mind in. He wandered in there, hoping it was private and a way to escape his adoring populace. The two of you conversed shortly, him finding rest in you not gushing about him. Don’t get the wyrm wrong, he respected his people, but they could be overwhelming. It was nice to just have a conversation sometimes. Encourages you to return here on the daily, and also returns himself. Gets flustered if you aren’t there, eventually tracking down your house to have tea in private. Soon forcibly moves you into his home. If you’re a traveler however, he offers you to rest in his palace. Has you personally escorted there and then proceeds to fool you into never leaving. “One more day, just one more day for your tired bones. It must be exhausting to move around all the time. I can show you more wonders here than you will ever see in those dusty trails.” He chant, as he pushed you with all his hands back into the palace, buried in the halls, into your bed chambers.

So sorry that this one took a while! I took a short break to find inspiration for his character and exactly how to write him. Thank you for your patience!

#yandere #yandere hk #yandere x reader #yandere pale king #yandere pk #yandere pale king x reader

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Hello! Is it possible for you to do yandere Grimm?

I’m gonna go with romantic Grimm, if that’s fine! If not, just send in another ask and I’ll get right on it =]

Romantic! Yandere Grimm x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, isolation and manipulation.

So we’re gonna stick with Ghost summoning the troop, and just say that you’re a bug that’s in Dirtmouth when it happens. Be it for a short while or living there, you’re there and you’ve piqued the troupe master’s interest. He watched you wander between the edge of the town and his tent, eyes delighted once you mustered up the courage to enter. One of the only bugs that had ever done that, besides the child of God and Void. To see someone finally step in, to look him in his eyes and accept a dance, well; it was enthralling.

Of course, you might not know that he means he wants to fight you until you’re being pelted by fire, but still. Finally, someone who might actually struggle against him. Although the void creature had died a few times to his hand, it was nothing compared to this. You had something to lose. You had a life to lose. And as much as he was tempted to whisk that flame away and create a nightmare of it, he saw to it you had mercy. The being watched your chest heave with exertion, a meager attempt to catch lost breath. A chuckle shook his chest, almost seem to purr as he closed the distance between the two of you. You could feel the hot air leaving his mouth, ghosting over your mask and shaking you to the core. Though your stance reminded solid, you were fearful. Fearful but determined. Oh, he was intrigued.

“My dear, I know I’ve shocked you with our…dance, but I do hope you return. I haven’t had a waltz like that in quite a long time. My tent shall always remain open to you, as my bedroom.” With a wink, the bat spun and vanished in fire. By Wyrm, what was it with that circus freak and fire? Was it a fetish or?? Shushing your mind, you rushed out and collapsed on the dirt a good distance from the haunted fuckery that was in that tent. Your muscles ached from the fight, and you had to admit: you felt the same. It had been a bit since you had been holed up in Dirtmouth, contemplating venturing down despite the old man’s warnings. There was an entire kingdom down there awaiting you, you just had to go! Everyday you refused yourself, your hand would flinch with the craving of violence or entertainment. Not much passed through this town excluding the dusty wind. (Maybe that’s where the towns name came from?)

A day or two after your fight, Elder Bug stopped coming out of his house. This had actually brought you some worry. Sure he was the only thing keeping you from going down but he still was sweet. Kindest person you had met honestly. Then the letters and dreams- no nightmares- had started. Deep red and flashing pink envelopes would slip into your home, the contents being truly disturbing. Tales of how Grimm had dreamed of you, how he had imagine your life together, and what he was willing to do to make it work. It was terrifying to read, the detailed descriptions he had given of the ways he’d torment all your friends until they’d leave you. Until they’d leave you with him. And how he’d take such good care of you, you’d never be lonely with him around because he’d never leave you alone. You tempted to burn them only to find they turned the fire pink before fading. Almost like a beacon to show him where your home was, despite you knowing deep down that info was already too familiar to him.

It felt like there was no other choice, that this was the only way. Stepping into that dreaded tent again, you felt your spine tingle with anxiety and your stomach weigh heavy in your own body. You almost felt like throwing up. Brumm nodded in solemn greeting, seemingly knowing the situation. Had Grimm done this to others? Had some other bug lived through the hell you’re going through? Knowing this a possibility, it made your blood feel electric. If someone else got through this so could you. “My dear, you’ve returned! How I’ve missed you. I’m assuming you received my letters? All written with love.” His pink eyes squinted towards the end, you could feel his smirk from this side of the room. Fucking theater kid. Of course he was cocky, these were his stomping grounds. It was uneven turf you were playing. The bat already had a fighting advantage, why not give him background knowledge of the terrain too? Even though you were pissed, your vision remained clear enough to notice there was no crowd this time. The stage lights shone onto empty seats, but you felt watched. Even the spirits have it out for you, hm.

“Are you worried by the lack of audience? Not to worry, it’s nothing about your performance. You performed more than exemplary, my love. As a matter of fact, too exemplary. I couldn’t let just any common filth watch you.” Annoyance ate at your nerves and clenched them. If he viewed his own people as common filth, then what the hell did he think of you? Some mystical being or average bug? The troupe leader probably thought of you as entertainment. That sums it perfectly up. The obsession with performance, with dancing. That had to be it. Well, if he wanted a show, he’d get one. You’d been in contact recently with some obsessive charm keeper, collected a couple of nasty things to use against him. Not to mention the recent refining of your skills. There was a pattern with his attacks, something that became obvious after examination. All of them were theatrical and were either dependent on horribly tracking your movement or just hoping to hit you. Weak once discovered, deadly if you fight mindlessly.

This dance went a little more smoothly, a little more feisty. Watching him suffer, after what he put you through, made you feel exhilarated. The edges of his now tattered cloak traced the ground, and he appeared weakened. Despite this however, that same damned smile came rushing back up. Your arms hung loosely by your side; tired. You were so tired. “Wonderful, wonderful! The way my blood rushes…not even the most frightful of nightmares compares to this!” Darkness grazed the corners of your eyes, so inviting. Maybe you wouldn’t have to deal with him after this. Maybe you’d wake up and he’d be gone, and you’d be alone again. “Oh? Resting so early are we? I mind not, I’ll take good care of you,” His voice lowered, “rest easy. I’ll be awaiting you in your dreams.”

Oddly enough, you slept great. Not even a vision or hint at that demonic presence of Grimm. Just memories of your home, places of peace. That lake you had visited, that shop with rain pelting the windows endlessly. It almost pained you to wake up, atop soft, red velvet pillows. You groaned, eyes blearily blinking and trying to shut again. But your mind screamed at you to get up, as your environment was completely different. Coaxing your upper half up you cased the room. This has got to be some sort of sick joke. That same demented red, that accursed flame, the Grimm Troupe Leader hanging from the ceiling and watching you. You stared back, finally realizing why he was so desperate for a second dance.

It was a trap. An endurance test. The freak probably wasn’t even hurt towards the end, not once did he truly stagger. He was wearing you down, waiting until you couldn’t feel your limbs from exhaustion and then pushing you further. A hand traced your face, thumb brushing across it.

“You’re finally home. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with you, watching how you move. To see you in the motions of life is the most moving gift of all.”

#yandere hk #yandere hollow knight #yandere #my friend wiz :)

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me : oh lookey another one guys *picks up a half smoked cigarette off the ground *

the group of unimaginably beautiful women who follow me around every where and refuse to leave me alone: great find handsome❤

#poly yandere crystal gems hhh

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𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸

🔫 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕪𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤. ℍ𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔼𝕄 𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ. (𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕥𝕨.) -𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕎𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪 <3

The endless threats,,,,doc I’m starting to think you actually want me dead and don’t want me to be happily married to Stanford /j /lh

Romantic! Yandere Hornet x Reader

I’m just gonna go ahead and say I genuinely don’t think she would be mean to you. I think she would start off following you and attempting to protect Hallownest’s corpse, and maybe challenge to a fight, but she’s all pretty chill after that. Especially if you beat her? Yeah you’re cool in her book. After you two fight, she takes her time to get to know you, sometimes even jumping in to give you fighting suggestions.

She’s actually likes to help you! Gives you some food, bandages your wounds, and helps you fight whenever she runs into. And at first, it actually starts off as just running into you. Eventually it’s just her jumping in because she’s been stalking you for the past 3 days and hasn’t slept. Tries her best to be as sweet as she can while trying to remain distant. Hornet knows what it’s like to lose everyone you love, and to avoid that, she avoids all relation.

But after encountering you numerous different times, with you even offering her shelter sometimes, she couldn’t help herself. You receive the nickname Wanderer, a classic but still makes you personal to her. The two of you end up hanging out! The spider definitely follows you throughout Greenpath and Deepnest, loving to play escort and sometimes even tell stories of her short time before the kingdom fell. Talks about how Deepnest was a thriving city shunned solely because it refused the Pale King’s rule. How the “beasts” all worked together to make a place comfortable for them all. She actually gets sadden when talking about it, seeing as she barely got to experience the culture of her own kingdom.

If she ever does kidnap you, honestly I think she would keep you in the weaver’s den. I know for sure there’s gotta be more rooms than what we see in there, most likely somewhere full of silk and other soft materials. (Ur ass is going in the storage room) She’ll make sure that there’s no way you could get out without her assistance, but no worries! There’s plenty of things to do! Tons of needles (she stole the sharp ones) and crocheting materials to make something out of. Actually encourages you to use them, be it to make new clothes, covers or pillows. Preferably clothes. Matching clothes. She just really wants to match with you.

Very loving to be honest, very gentle. Likes to watch you sleep, and caress your face. Thinks that this is the most peaceful she’ll ever see you, especially since she’s aware that everything she’s do is wrong. It’s wrong for a protector to kidnap, to stalk, to creep on the innocent. But she’s just trying to keep you safe! Sometimes she actually has days where she can’t bring herself to come home, where she’s guilt torn and attempting to justify everything she’s done to you. Although Hornet has formed a habitat of finding you on those days too, tempted to force you to say you love her.

If you actually ever say it? She is PANICKING. Yeah she kidnapped you, and yeah she’s desperately smitten for you, but JWJDJDJEJWJDJD??? YOU LIKE THE HORNET??? Poor girl will need a moment before she just starts randomly squeezing your hand and kissing you. Endless smooches from then on out, and she’s super excited to cuddle you. Just spits out how she’s watched you sleep and how she’s wanted to sleep with you because you look so cozy-

Then realizes that she just confessed to watching you sleep and just. Shuts down. Flusters. It will take some kisses and maybe making her sit down to snap out of the pure embarrassment she suffers. If she actually does realize that looking flustered will get her attention, GUESS WHAT SHE STARTS DOING,

Adores any form of touch you give her. However if you’re touch adverse, she loves anything you do or make. She was fine with just watching you before hand, and she’s perfectly fine with it now. However if someone else tries to touch you just in general, let’s say before you get kidnapped, she’ll give you time to sneak away and then SPEAR them. Honestly debated throwing their body into the acid or just leaving it there as a warning. As a protector it’s better to ward off trouble than to attempt to bring it to the home. Anytime you mention someone that brings you pain, she will immediately go hunting. Seeks to show you that she CAN and WILL keep you safe. Even if it means bringing their body to your door.

“My dear, I wish you nothing but happiness. And if I have to tear this corpse of a kingdom apart to see you happy, I’ll do it.”

Sorry if this was shorter or more chaotic than usual! I haven’t felt the best today but I wanted to pump smth out for the soundtrack master themselves =]

#yandere #yandere hk #yandere x reader #yandere hollow knight #𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕠𝕔 #𝕞𝕐 ℙ𝔸𝕃 𝕎𝕀ℤℤℤ

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🧍who do you think it is,,,

wiz? hi?

#yandere! ramblings #??? can i even tag that

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🔫PUT THE ROMANTIC YAN STEVEN IN THE BAG /j

a/n: hello anon. i have one (1) suspicion on who this is. but thats a water gun /lh these are set in su:f :•)

Yandere! Steven Universe Headcanons

Worshipper Yandere alert! He's so hellbent on convincing you to let him love you- especially if your feelings for him are completely platonic.

Any kind of attention from you is enough to get him going and ready for whatever life has coming for him! But.. that attention being diverted from him so often has a lot more Pink Steven incidents happening.

It's a constant switch from "Please don't look at me!" and "I should be the only one who gets your attention."

He won't kidnap you, but sometimes (read: all the time) he has wonderful, vivid daydreams of keeping you forever- and you liking it. That's only a precious fantasy though.

He'd never hurt you! Or anyone! Ever! But.. he's not too above threatening a couple of Quartzes. Physically. Until they poof.

But when you finally do love him, everything is sunshine, lollipops and rainbows! Until you break his little fantasy of being the only one in your life.

You.. still have friends? While you're with him? No, it's not fair! All of you belongs to him now!

This causes the corrupted Steven attack way earlier than it should have been- not even Garnet could have predicted THIS timeline.

You're afraid of him and it makes everything so so much worse. He's almost too far gone- until you scream at him, "When will you get that I love you, you idiot?!"

You said it! You said you loved him! And he's already back to normal, ready to let you (and the Gems, I guess, but they don't matter) let you love him again!

Until he realizes you meant platonically. Then you have to do it all over again. Until all the thoughts in your brain revlove around Steven. Just the way he likes it!

#yandere su #yandere steven universe #yandere #yandere steven quartz universe #<3 #a nonnie moose #wiz if this is u hi

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𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕖.

𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸

𝕙𝕚𝕚𝕚 𝕨𝕚𝕫 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕓𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 <3 𝕙𝕚𝕚 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕚 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕠 <3 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕖 /𝕘𝕖𝕟

-𝕕𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪 /𝕛

YO ITS THE BEING THAT FUCKS

Yes my dear friend you may!! Anything for the person that bullies me bc I love Stanford [=

(My fave is better /j)

So I’m gonna go for hc style on this one to feed the wonderful masses!

Romantic Yan Sheo x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere behavior, obsessive tendencies, worshipful behavior, tiny tiny hints at smut, forced cuddling, mentions of genitalia to make a “suck my dick” moment.

You probably encountered him on one of his rare trips out of his home, to practice painting the green shades of Greenpath. His head snapped your way as you hissed, having a nasty and intimate encounter with the vines. A quiet chuckle left the bug, entertained by your anger towards the unmoving specimen. No fault but your own, though he had pity. Easing his form up, he crept behind you, going to offer his services,

Until you put a nail at his throat. Little cuts littered your clothes and body, soul leaking out your form like a faucet. Although you attempted to hold yourself stiff, you shook like a leaf lost from Unn’s reach. You were just a scared bug who was hurt and angry. The nail master had to stop himself from pulling at his paintbrush, deciding a diplomatic route would end this far quicker than any fight would. Not to say he couldn’t end you in seconds, especially considering your unfortunate health, but still. Mercy was sweet on a traveler so lucky.

It took a bit of coaxing, but you eventually lowered your nail to your hip (he found himself staring, much to his own embarrassment) and allowed him to guide you to his home. An off journey, especially with him having to carry you through the thorns. You had not a clue how his legs weren’t torn through by the natural dangers, but kept silent. A smart wanderer knows not to run the tongue lest it be cut. The trip was mostly filled with his chatter, seeming happy to have company even if it wasn’t exactly willing. His voice was nonstop. Switching between saying how you’d make a great subject for a painting and admiration of how strong you were even while injured.

Somewhere along the way, lost to the rumbling of Sheo’s voice, you drifted to sleep. It was a sweet, long slumber, filled with nothing but warmth. For once, you felt safe. For once, the infection and fighting were far out of your mind’s reach. Although you weren’t out of Sheo’s reach. His brush strokes were weak attempts to capture the beauty in front of him. He’d never seen such a truly peaceful face, especially from someone so worried. You used your nail as an extension of yourself; great for fighting, horrible for everyday life. Based off the way you slouched you probably hadn’t known a days peace in a long while.

The brush twitched with his hand, worry creasing his brow as he realized: you probably hadn’t had a days peace. But Sheo…he could help you find peace. All you had to do was trust him. You deserved better than what this world had to offer muse. Nothing but violence.

You had stayed with him for a couple days after that, often catching him speedily trying to outline something of those many canvasses of his. You were told not to look at them, under claims that they were just scenery practice and personal stuff a wanderer wouldn’t care for. Especially when you plan to hit the road soon. Although every time the bug mentioned it, he seemed anxious or even angry whenever you brought up leaving. You had to give it to him, he was good at prying information out of you. Stories of your childhood, your travels, and despite not being exactly an artist, what art you might like to see. It led to quite the interesting conversation, him doubling over as he laughed at your incorrect use of painting terminology. “The uh….the subject would be…Crystal Peak?” “THATS NOT WHAT A SUBJECT IS-“

Slowly these moments occurred more naturally between the two of you, slipping into a rhythm you would’ve loved to hear the end of, if you didn’t have to leave. Sheo hated it really, staring down the packed bag you carried. Seldom did you open the bag, despite his most often of queries to its contents. Truly puzzling. Something he loved; something he’d miss. Imagination was his greatest gift and curse, happily imagining you staying with him, finally being a willing and knowing participant of his paintings. To stay and learn new talents with him. No one was unreachable he believed, and he approached you all the same.

It hurt then, when on your last day he left for errands. He insisted you try and wait for him to get back to see you off, claiming to never have had such a visitor as yourself. “Truly a wonder you are,” he whispered almost breathlessly, “to have stumbled upon me in this accursed garden meant to keep all out.” Of course, you did your best to hold out. Couldn’t stand to think of hurting such a sweet soul as that. Biding time, you stared at the corner of the room filled with cloaked paintings. It taunted you, sheet draped so eerily well against the frames. It was only right then for you to strip the portraits of their confines, open them to the light and see the true nature.

Oh you wished you hadn’t. Your own reflection taunted you, of you sleeping, of you laughing, even you redressing after you had awoken. What kind of nonsense? No, no you had to flee. It was exactly as you had feared, an artist falling for someone to leave. Poetic brutality could suck your dick, you weren’t going to be trapped in some hut while the world awaited you. With a packed bag slung over your shoulder, the door opened and your feet moving forward-

Everything hurt. That’s all that crossed your mind. That you couldn’t see anything, and that everything was sore. Soft breathing came from beside you, a heavy arm becoming visible as your eyes creaked open to the dim moonlight. Nighttime? But you were supposed to leave yesterday. Instinctively, your hand traced your side for you nail, only to have an even larger hand cover it. “Stop moving so much my love. You’re making it hard to sleep. We both need our rest.”

Fear froze your frame. Sheo’s voice. The one you had fallen asleep too. What had he done? Supposedly knocked you out with how your head throbbed, causing you to feel sore. But now, he easily restrained you as his body slotted against yours, sighing happily and nuzzling into you.

What a perfect world to live in, with just you, your muse, and all the paint you could ever need.

WOOP WOOP AND DONE!! Shout out to you and Jack, once again doc for inspiring me to start this blog. Request anything you want at any time. You might even get a pass when requests are closed ;]

#𝕄𝕐 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻 𝕄𝕐 ℙ𝔸𝕃 𝕎𝕀ℤ #𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸 #yandere hk #yandere #yandere sheo #𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕠𝕔

[yan-jack]

short fic challenge

Write a fic of no more than 2000 words for each of the following prompts. Post each one as a standalone story. If you wish, gather them together in a series or a collection, but do not post them as chapters of a single fic.

A conversation you wish had happened in canon.

An expression of love (romantic, platonic, familial - you choose)

Character meta

Episode meta

That emotional moment that you can't find a plot for.

A scene fully without context.

The meeting part of a meet cute AU.

A shocking announcement (or the reaction to it)

A missing moment from canon.

An alternate ending to an episode or scene.

Someone just having the worst luck.

An exchange of gifts or mementos.

That great line that you can't find a plot for.

The aftermath of a scene you'll never actually write.

The scene that will give you, personally, the most joy.

Minimum length: 10 characters (as required by the AO3 posting form)

#👀 #yandere ask meme

[yan-jack]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Yandere Quirrel x Quiet/Stoic Reader Hcs

A/n: oh quirrel my beloved,,,also I put stoic in the title bc I focus on the reader’s silent wisdom. Don’t worry, I’ll make smth for our lovely thembos himbos and herbos soon!

WARNINGS: yandere behaviors, obsessive behaviors, hints towards smut?

Worshipper. I cannot stress this enough: WORSHIPPER. He is a bug who strives to dedicate his life to the lives of others, preferably someone he encountered on the road. Although your first interaction on the road would be pretty average, him spouting off some strange question about the place you rest and you distantly responding as thoughts consumed you, the obsession would form later on. Most likely, in Hallownest after Ghost completes their quest. (Let’s go with dream no more ending.)

The archivist would attempt to find some normalcy after finding out all his work was for naught, only to find memories of you washing up. His time in the Wastes….if Monomon had directed him out there, guiding him from kingdom to kingdom, surely your meeting must’ve meant something? The two of you couldn’t have possibly just stumbled onto each other. If there’s one thing he learned in the Wastes, it’s that every bug you meet will teach you a lesson. Be it keep your geo close, keep your nail closer, or that the stars make wonderful guides, they have something to say.

That was the thing though: he didn’t learn anything in particular about you or from you. You two had vaguely discussed the common topics, such as star maps and fighting techniques. Very little personal information was disclosed from your side. All he knew was that your nail was deadly sharp, you were a traveler, and that your next stop would most likely be Hallownest. What odd circumstances to lead the only bug that never bestowed a tip upon him to his home. Indeed, what odd circumstances.

For days, Quirrel found himself stalking the howling cliffs at the kingdom’s edge, watching for any sign that his ominous companion had finally traveled to their new home. His heart thudding at the idea of seeing those exhausted eyes again, at feeling your hand gently but forcefully moving him out the way of danger, to listen to your voice as you traced the map he had. Oh gods, when did your name start filling his stomach with lumaflies?

One night, when the bug found himself drifting off into a dreamless slumber, he felt a hand gently fix the hood that kept him warm, and heard the fire crackle as though being fed more food. He had set himself up a little camp in waiting, and what wondrous news it was that you found him dozing before some less kind creature happened upon a bountiful meal such as himself. Only by instinct did his spindly hand find yours, pulling it down and pressing a nervous kiss to it.

Despite the oddity of the kiss, and how slightly perturbed it left you, you were pleased to see a familiar face. Especially bordering on a dead empire with rumors of a disease driving those inside mad. The two of you descended down rocky cliffs, easing your way into King’s Pass and up through to Dirtmouth. Along the way Quirrel suddenly began to reveal his vast knowledge of Hallownest, with quips on areas he’d love to take you (he spoke of them almost as dates) and where he’d love to spend the rest of his life. Soon enough, his constant chatter started to crowbar information out of you, of your “home” and the things you loved doing. Every time your voice would quietly raise to signal your wish to speak, his head would snap to attention and gaze become almost awed.

Your travels took you deep into the kingdom, to a city filled with never ending rain, a place Quirrel day dreamingly called the “City of Tears”. He spoke of days when he was younger, how he hated the rain. It made you laugh, and once again he stopped. Slowing down he gazed gently at you, muttering something below his breath. With a prod and tap, he sighs and speaks louder, “I’m sorry my dear.” A sudden shock was delivered to your back, the feeling traveling up your spine and spreading through your nerves.

The sight of nothing was burned into your eyelids by the time you had awoken, the rain now deafened by the thick walls of the expensive apartment, most likely owned by some shambling corpse outside. Pillows were piled below you, blankets keeping you warm from the cool. A light weight rested on you, a blue hood peaking from under the sheets. It nuzzled closer to you, a lovesick sigh being released. Two eyes peaked up, a warm blush dusted across his cheeks. “Hi there. Im sorry I had to hurt you my dear, but know I’ll keep you safe. I live to please you. I’d do anything for you.” His voice became breathless at the end, as Quirrel pulled himself up to place his forehead against yours.

“And I mean anything.”

DONE DONE DONE

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, but I finally dished something out for my love quirrel,,

#/POSSSSS #yandere hk #yandere quirrel #yandere quirrel x reader #AAASJSHEHEHBS #my friend wiz :)

[yan-jack]

monthly girl's nozaki-kun brainrot time hhhhh

#im YEARNING for waka #SIR ARE YOU AWARE YOURE LITERALLY THE BEST PERSON IN THIS SHOW 😭😭 #SOFT YANDERE WAKA FTW #yandere! ramblings #monthly girls' nozaki kun #mgnk #gekkan shoujo nozaki kun #yandere mgnk

[yan-jack]

👀 -𝕕𝕠𝕔

wake up gang a new ship bingo dropped, anyway send me a pairing and I’ll answer!

#𝕪𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥 😭😭 #𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕠𝕔 #𝕕𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕪 𝕦𝕨𝕦 #𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕖