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Yandere!AlterEgo!Ashiya Dōman Short Blurb: Tw: Gn!reader, Yandere themes, Obsessive/Posessive behaviors, Manipulation, Desecration of the dead, Invasion of Privacy, Sadism, Implied one-sided infidelity, Caster of Limbo/Dōman is a warning himself. Taglist: @bluemoondust, since you liked my last ramble regarding my take on fate. Here is a blurb for one of my personal favorite servants in the game. He is so petty, yet such a multilayered character. I will probably write a hc’s for him soon after my other request.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who for some odd reason took a sudden interest on you. There’s something familiar and appealing about you, that he couldn’t put his fingers around it. Something that makes his spiritual core aches and coil at the sight of you.

An incessant need—an obsession, hunger, and a curse if you will— to know more about you, akin to that of a begruding spirit that refuses to move on until it satiate it’s vindication.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who drives you away from Chaldea in hopes of getting you alone. Using every trick and scheme in his book to lure you to him, like a pied piper. Instead of a magical pipe, it was a shikigami conjured in the image of your deceased loved ones.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who adores and drinks upon every expression that comes out of your visage like the finest of sake. The joy that adorns your face after saving a soul at death’s doorsteps, and the sheen of sweat as you pull through the toughest of battles with your servant alongside Mash and Fujimaru.

Yet, the most worth ravishing of all was the pain etching on the contour of your face and bleak eyes; As your world slowly fall asunder by his hands—be it directly or indirectly. It brings him the zenith of elation.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who can’t help himself but hijacks visit you in your dreams. The humble priest, as he calls himself, is far too curious about your inner workings. He wants to pick you apart piece by piece, like jigsaw.

To see the side that you fiercely hide away from the world, the most intimate and shameful part of you. Your own secret garden. His sharp green talons softly caressing your cheeks, as he observe you sleeping. Careless, to the beast’s in a man skin wandering freely in your mind.

Oh. How he wishes to sully you. To witness you become the thing that you have sworn to defeat. To see one of humanity’s saviors fall down to the depths of limbo. Where he awaits and welcomes them within his coldest embrace.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who is cackling vehemently; Going through your memories seething in green, as he sees an image of him of all people here.. Ha. Even in death, his most hated rival still mocks him. Yet… Why! Why! Why was he here?! You were supposed to be his and his alone for the taking.

His eyes grows darker like a sea of an endless abyss, while his smiles expands in madness showing the sharp fangs that laid beneath his faux friendly smile.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who tries to rewrite your memories. To erase him and your allies from the necropolis of your mind, yet failing miserably. Your soul, mind, and heart was protected heavily by him that much he can infer. But… why?

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who finally recognize for who you are, or rather were and why he latched onto you. It makes sense, now. Your essence were that of the beloved wife of Seimei. Ahh.. Fate.. What a cruel mistress, yet she brought you to him once again.

This time, however, he won’t fumble like he once did. You'll be his like you were meant to be, especially now that damned adversary of his is gone for good. Ahh.. You'll be singing his name like a mantra, even if he has to get persuasive and pacify you like he did back then.

“𝑵𝒏𝒏𝒏𝒏𝒏.. 𝑵𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆.. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆.. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒌’𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕..”

Footnotes:

• You could say a shikigami is the Japanese equivalent of a familiar, but that's my interpretation.

• The rival refers to Abe-no-Seimei, who bested him multidudes of times in onmyōdō. Which—oversimplification— caused Dōman to be exiled from the capital (Heian-kyō), hence the hatred.

• Secret garden: are essentially the person’s heart and desires. Usually—within Fate CCC— it is uncovered by others. In the case between a servant and their master, it’s purpose usually is to strengthen their bonds.

• Seeing how manipulative Dōman is, he would probably find a way through his darling’s garden. Which, ngl, is terrifying even more so if he wasn't contracted with his darling (not in a servant-master relationship with his darling, meaning he could not be restrained with command seals).

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duskoon · 1 year ago

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An incessant need—an obsession, hunger, and a curse if you will— to know more about you, akin to that of a begruding spirit that refuses to move on until it satiate it’s vindication.

His eyes grows darker like a sea of an endless abyss, while his smiles expands in madness showing the sharp fangs that laid beneath his faux friendly smile.

Footnotes:

• You could say a shikigami is the Japanese equivalent of a familiar, but that's my interpretation.

• The rival refers to Abe-no-Seimei, who bested him multidudes of times in onmyōdō. Which—oversimplification— caused Dōman to be exiled from the capital (Heian-kyō), hence the hatred.

#duskoon.speaks #yandere x reader #yandere ashiya dōman x reader #yandere ashiya dōman #yandere fate grand order x reader #yandere fate grand order #tw: yandere #tw: possessive behaviors #tw: obsessive behaviours #tw: manipulation #tw: sadism

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✮ Yandere! Boothill x Reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Plot: There's a slick black-clad little gal who's been messing with his bounties recently. Boothill's been dying to rustle her up and take a bite

⁀➷ Warnings: Yandere behavior, blood, and gore, war trauma, Genie trying to do a cowboy accent.

⁺₊𝄞₊⁺: Crimson and Clover by Joan Jett

And I don't hardly know her,

But I think I can love her,

Ah, now when she comes walking over,

I've been waiting to show her,

My mind's such a sweet thing

I want to do everything

What a beautiful feeling

It's not like the movies, they fed us on little white lies.

~💜

The first time he sees you there's a tempest of bullets rattling off his chest. Metal singing metal, as shells vie for an opening. It's all very lethal,

like the center of a rabid dust storm. Kissing death and sucking in her poison. Boothill can't tell where the bullets are coming from only that there's a dozen at a time ringing over his head. He shields his face with the metal of his forearms peaking through the gap to catch a glimpse of black.

Pure black.

That's the first thing he notices as your frenzy yields, You're clad in black from head to toe, even going so far as to dawn an eerie familiar mask. He's seen this scene play out somewhere before, he just can't remember where. "Morning mister", he likes that voice, jejune and teeming with confidence. It reminds him of himself, back when the sunset used to mean something and he could still feel wheat stocks under his soft palms.

"Howdy lil'lady I reckon you're in my way. Mind stepping aside before you get yourself hurt?" Your answer comes in the form of an aimed pistol, spine straight, midnight serape caught on the wind. He thinks you look a little too much like the folks back home -back when there was a home- blood boiling over eager for a fight. His bounty is standing just over yonder, blocked partly by your stubborn shadow. Boothill doesn't think twice before firing two rounds.

He's met with four...

He's in a cheap motel on Penacony, screwing in bolts that came loose. In the end, you laid claim to his bounty. Dragging him away to the hills. He's left growling at the thought, bested by a muddle-fudging fox. Lil gal probably ain't never even been in a proper shoot-out. The screwdriver cracks under his metal fingers. Boothill ain't about to start letting some pretty little thing get in the way of him and his targets.

The TV screen flickers to a melancholy monochrome. The films are old, distorted, crippled in parts. But he keeps them around, much like everything else about him, it's a bygone thing refusing to die.

He still likes to play them from time to time, trying to elicit the tastes of home. Hearing Nick and Graey setting plates out for dinner as his siblings rush downstairs. The movies are older than the new universe in more ways than one.

They come from a simpler time.

He'd always wondered why someone would bother painting such precious things in black and white. Spilling melancholia into picture frames, leaving everything tasting of vodka and vanilla.

It doesn't matter though, not really. All that matters is the sound of hooves on sand and bullets shooting. So long as the cowboys live their stories, everything else can be forgiven.

But this time something's off. The bandit's black mask shines through, gleaming something awful making him grind his sharp teeth. That damn mask, sitting pretty over a sly smirk. it reminds him of you, little cutie with your slick attitude. What bandit goes around doing hero's work anyway? What kinda twisted little lady are you?

He's getting mighty sick of this. Do you think you own the universe or something? "Been seeing way too much of you lately." There's sand in his Synesthesia Beacon his voice coming out horse, brittle. He kicks the head of an IPC lackey trying to drive home a point. "You getting on my nerves cutie". The ground looks nothing short of a graveyard, bodies scattered some piled. The blood paints the sands in a deep maroon, reflecting the glint of the distant stars. The last soldier is cowering behind you, his whimpers singing in Boothill's ears, one more bullet, that's all it'll take. "This one's mine" you mutter, and he wonders for a moment if the dry weather is getting to you too. "Not a chance pumpkin" his gun's drawn, firing bullets before you can even feel for your holster. The smirking bullet impales your abdomen, aimed point blank at the officer's head. But before the last body can be claimed you kick the man out of the way.

"Damn it" Boothill's anger is tangible, he knows you can feel it between your teeth. He's going to kill you, tear off that star-saken mask, and riddle you with bullets. You're getting too confident.

He doesn't notice your bullets at first. Protostars trying to act all rough and mighty. There's a temporary cluster of dust, a fraction of a second where his eyes aren't pinning you down. That's all it takes and then you're off. Sinking into the darkness and swimming away, taking his target with you.

It's only after the initial anger wears off that Boothill notices a tear on his thigh. A letter scrawled on the frayed leather of his pants. So you've started leaving your own marks, ay cutie?

He almost wishes he could feel the sting of your blade on his flesh. Feel your nails scrapping along his shoulders as he pins you to the ground.

Boothill fires at the moon.

Next time.

Next time for sure....

He's been chasing you for some time now. But catching up with you isn't as easy as he first thought. Seems like you go wherever the wind takes you and he's too busy with revenge to be following your capricious whims. The IPC ain't going to kill itself you know. And Boothill damn well wishes you'd start sitting still. He's heard from a reliable source that the IPC soldiers are throwing a little get to together down in one of the bars. Just a happy birthday for a colleague, nothing fancy. The thought alone makes his mouth water, place will be crawling with pests just waiting to be gunned down. Maybe tomorrow he'll try looking for you again, but tonight? Tonight's his night.

The neons have dulled now, they never were terribly bright to begin with. Penacony may be the land of dreams but not even dreams can stop reality from seeping through. The bar's loud, some new pop singer's music blasting from every speaker. Boothill downs his drink, liking how the ice cubes chime like a bad omen. He shoots the speakers first, needing some peace to focus on what comes next. The peace corp's lackeys are drunk, they stumble over themselves trying to reach him. He shoots each one like a kid playing carnival games. It's almost too easy...

The door is stampeded over by a heard of reinforcements. Somehow even in his drunken daze one of those yella-bellied lapdogs called for help. They're swarming the place like panicked rats, pushing past tables and chairs. Firearms aimed at his head. And for the first time, in a long, long time, Boothill feels a sliver of panic run down his bionic spine.

Motherfudger...

Boothill hears the familiar tumult of bodies hitting the ground before he sees what's actually going on. He feels you before he actually sees you. You're pushed up against his back, guns drawn locked, and loaded. "Heard you needed some help" Even though you offer your usual bravado, Boothill still picks up the nervous lilt in your voice, despite everything he thinks he likes it. It almost tastes sweet. "Best get away before you get yourself hurt little fox." "And let you have all the fun? Never."

"Certe murmur pugnando" Boothill laughs, he remembers those very words coming from a buddy of his before a duel. 'At least we'll die fighting' Somethings never change, even if you've carved out every principle from your body with a rusted kitchen knife. You'll always have those pesky morals stuck inside. He hears you chuckle, wonders if you find it odd that a rowdy galaxy ranger such as himself knows a dead language.

Well, he knows a lot about the dead.

The shoot-out lasts longer than he'd have expected.

But the real surprise lies in how neither of you are dead. Boothill's half laid across the bar, looking at you from under his hat. You're making him a drink following his instruction like a good little wife, not contradiction dressed in ebony. Gunpowder withers on his tongue, the bullet smoke permeates the air mixing with the gleeful tang of spilled blood. "Your drinks sure are complicated" you mutter pushing him his cup before picking up a bottle and reading its labels. "What's so hard about it pumpkin? Little bit of white gem and gin. All's you need." He sips your drink slowly, savoring your flavor. He imagines he's gulping you down, holding you for ransom behind his teeth, feeling your delicate little fists pounding against him. "I don't drink" you mumble as you sit across from him, you look so damn elegant, like a little princess from a fairy tale he use to read to a certain someone. You drink deeply from your glass of ice and water. Boothill focuses on the gentle motion of your throat. He licks his lips, trying to push down the thought of ringing such a fragile thing between his palms.

"So little lady, s'about time you start answering some questions...The hell you doing? Running off with my targets?" You set your cup down, eyes locking on his, there's the deficiency he's missed all night. The trigger hair that's just waiting for the right push. "They're not your targets...not really. They're just people. People whose planet got muffed up. I've been trying to gather them all in one place." For a second Boothill thinks you're talking about his planet, his home, his people. But it only takes one more look at you to understand.

"So, how'd yours die?" There's shrapnel in his throat when he asks, open wounds bleeding once more, filling his throat with bitter memories.

You stiffen, and he knows he's thumbing a broken bone, letting his finger dig between the cracks and snapping their frail linings. "Don't know, wasn't there. All I ever got to see were a few limbs, nothing enough to make a full person." you squeeze the glass until your knuckles turn white.

There's vindication rooted in your veins.

He knows the feeling all too well.

"We ain't so different you and I, reckon we make a pretty good team." His metal fingers lace between your soft skin, tracing the lifelines like an old map.

There's a goldmine hidden behind your lips, he imagines he'll have to kiss you to find the little nuggets. Your lips part, eyes filled with an odd-looking sympathy. What he wouldn't give to feel your plump lips bleed between his jagged teeth. "So..." you ask as his mechanic heart skips a beat. "What about yours?"

You've been laughing for five whole minutes. Boothill shouldn't find the noise as ethereal as he does. His anger lays heavily on his bones, he should be even angrier, lounging a bullet through your thick skull. But he finds the noise a little too perfect to disturb its source. Even if it's only created at his expense. Instead, he has half a mind to slap you, hard enough to shut you but and another to kiss you so hard you forget to breathe. "Damn hell so funny, cutie"

You look at him with those luminous eyes. Filled with pain and riddles. Boothill never did like solving puzzles. He only likes tearing things into bits. He needs you spartan, easy to read and use, and kiss. Not something he needs to piece together first.

"Dear stars you have no freaking idea how ironic you are." You say between bursts of spiteful-rooted giggles.

Why do those words sound so haunting like a ghost kiss? they should open phantom pains, but they sure as hell don't. Why do you always leave his head spinning? Boothill rolls his eyes, then leans over to pull down your mask. You jerk back, rewarding him with a dark grimace. You're out the window before he can ask your name.

"See you next time, cowboy"

"Next time I'm drawing blood"

The moment's over.

Fiddlesticks..

That night, Boothill dreams of you. He's lying in a stiff musty bed. It's too dark, even the moon is scared of showing her face.

Boothill dreams of the old saloons back home. Of their cracked wooden floorboards and the worn-out plush of chairs. In the dreams, you're wearing a black lace gown, like the saloon girls used to. He finds it all too funny that even in his dreams you still haunt him in black. Only now you're smiling, really smiling. Not that sly smirk, or mirthless grin you gave him back in the bar on Penacony. No, this here is a genuine smile and he's damn sure he's the one who put it there. You reach out for his hand, he feels warmth.

His

Yours

The dream is thick and dense like swimming through molasses. In another scene he's dragging you through the old doors, laughing as bullets and card chips hit the floor. There's a horse waiting outside. His horse. At least he thinks it used to be his. He pulls you up roughly in front of him. He's high off the feeling of his fingers wrapped around the rugged reins. High off the steed he holds in a vice grip between his thighs.

He's riding faster than he's ever ridden before, clambering for the sunset trying to engulf the sun. You hold on tight, pressing your cheek to his chest. His heart is beating something fierce between his ribs. He feels like an Aeon watching the universe collapse under his galloping feet.

He feels alive.

With the sun's rays behind you, Boothill could almost mistake you for the star-dwelling angels Nick used to tell him about. There's something poetic in all of this. The cowboy standing off against the black fox.

Dare he call it cinematic?

Boothill creeps closer. Tilting his hat and watching you flash a nervous smile through his lashes. "Volo sentire te inter dentes meos" so you know that dead tongue too. "You will soon darling, that's what I'm hoping for" his reply only dwindles your smile.

He's missed the old duels. Missed staring into the eyes of the one who could kill you. It's all a matter of skill and luck. Whose faster, who the aeon will trust?

Somewhere in the distance, the tumble weeds begin to rattle.

"Now"

His bullet glides through the air, piercing through the dust and sand. Your bullet reverberates from your gun a fraction too late and ricochets past his cheek. Leaving a juicy trail of blood.

But his bullet was aimed at your chest.

And Boothill never misses...

You want vengeance he won't deny you it.

So long as you stay by his side.

He'll tuck you away somewhere safe.

Somewhere you won't be leaving him again.

Boothill cradles your body to his chest. "I promised you blood little fox, and Boothill never goes back on his word." His cheeks hurt from smiling as he lays his hat atop your head. He's Picking you up and walking into the sunset. He knows a good ol'doc who'll patch you right up. And then it's a happy life together.

Well for him anyway.

The end

Taglist: @hihellomy @salhanskkdbfkekfb @gasoline-eater @sp1cym0chi

#yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yandere x you #yandere aesthetic #yandere boothill #yandere boothill x reader #yandere boothill x you #YOOOO YOU COOKED CHEF #God my boothill brainrot has been fed #I might write something juicy for him now #Regardless #It’s well written and beautiful #I just don’t have any more words to describe it.

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duskoon · 1 year ago

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Can you please do Dabura (Dragon Ball) taking care of his injured Time Patroller darling? They got hurt during a mission and he's just doting on them? I adore your writing so much! My favorite one is the Yandere Mira x Reader one. We rarely get content for the angry Bio Android Demon.

Definitely! I’ll add it to my list. Thank you for requesting and kind words!

#request

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Are you taking requests? If so, could you do the collector x reader (platonic ofc) where the collector is quite attached to the reader. How would he react if someone were to try and push him out of the picture without the reader knowing. Would he get jealous? Angry? Sad?.

Of course! I’ll add it to my endless list.

#request

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Yandere!Toru x Reader (General Headcanon):

A/n: It ain't a request, but oh god I simp for this man so hard. He is my personal favorite Jojo villain so far, closely followed by Pucci then Valentine. It's shame he is overhated and underrated, so I'll give him the love that he deserves. Rejoice Toru lovers, I got your backs. Also, Jojolion is severely underrated and deserve some love. First Jojo post, let’s go.

Tw: Afab!reader, Jojolion Spoilers, Canon Divergence, Yandere themes, Obsessive/Possessive behaviours, Toxic relationship (Somewhat of a parasitic relationship), Co-dependancy, Stalking (Classic Toru behavior right here), Abandonment issues, Implied murder, Manipulation, Creepy undertones, Age difference (Reader is 25+ and Toru is canonically 87+, rock humans can live up to 120 and age very slowly in comparison to carbon-based humans), Interspecies relationship, Abuse of Authority, Medical malpractice (illegal usage of sedatives), WoU.

Note: Text = “Purple” = Wonder of U speaking.

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ [Now playing: The Scientist] 𝟙:𝟘𝟙 ─────|───── 𝟝:𝟙𝟘 ↻ ◁ 𝕀𝕀 �� ↺ 𝕍𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕞𝕖: ■■■■■□□□ ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯

❦ “Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions..” The lyrics were blaring loudly through his earbuds, as Toru hummed along with it. In the reverie he was engrossed in, he accidentally collided onto someone. Consequently, dropping his phone in the process.

❦ Before the phone could clash with the ground and break, however, a gentle hand took hold of it and rose up to pass the device to him.

❦ “My apologies, sir. I was in a bit of hurry, you see. Please... Find it in your heart to forgive me.”

❦ Soft, yet a kind slant in the stranger’s voice snapped him from his previous stupor. As his mauvish-crimson irises wandered to meet her (e/c) ones before taking his earbuds off.

❦ “A-Ah. You don't need to apologize, miss. If anything, it's me who should apologize. I must thank you for your trouble, though.”

❦ Toru spoke with an alluring tilt in his tone, almost too charming if it weren't for the hollow eyes of his. He was the master of both guises and words. Like a jester that wore multiple masks to appease his audience.

❦ He had lived amongst organic humans for so long. Observing and adapting to their behaviors accordingly. Integrating in, yet never fully becoming one of them.

❦ He could truly never become fully human, Toru was painfully aware of that, even if he wished to be one. It's pointless to pursue such unattainable endeavour, especially if it goes against his inherent nature.

❦ The only way for him, as he thoroughly believes, to be as close to one is by accomplishing something grand. That way he’ll leave his mark permanently. That way he won't be forgotten, nor will his existence amount to nothing.

❦ Looking at the lady, he could see her wearing a navy blue medical scrub and a familiar lab coat. Is she a doctor in TG University Hospital? If so, how come he wasn't notified? He knew everyone there, aside from her. Perhaps a new hire? His curiosity has been piqued.

❦ “How intriguing…” The dark haired man thought to himself, as he shoved both his phone and earbuds into his yellow pant’s pockets. Toru chose to follow behind her. Not too far that he loses her out of his peripheral sight, but not near enough that it alarms her of his presence.

❦ In his eyes, it wasn't stalking at all but rather an observation to be made. After all for the majority of his long isolated life, he has been detached due to his “unique” circumstances.

❦ There’s something that allured him to her, was it perhaps the working of her stand? Was it fate itself? He wants to—no, must know. Yusaho was a means to an end for him, albeit you—for some odd reason—had managed to tug at his rocky heart.

~~~

❦ Due to his nature as a Rock Human… I personally believe Toru would take a long time, before he even realises his affections toward his darling is genuine and not born out of ulterior motives. Unlike, what had transpired between him and Yasuho in the past.

❦ Maybe it was your indiscriminate kindness that had enticed his voracious attention, especially since it was out of good heart, just like how a Venus flytrap secretes a sweet nectar to ensnare an unknowing prey into it’s grasp.

❦ Or by some sheer luck, he had somehow managed to flee the Higashikata’s before they could finish him off. His life was on a single thread ready to fall at any moment, if it weren't for your intervention.

❦ Perhaps you were a miracle worker of some sort that could cure the rock disease; That he had sustained from the equivalent exchange with the Higashikata’s youngest child, or you have a stand that could heal it? It doesn't matter the reason, he doesn't understand why… But he feels indebted to you.

❦ “Urgh.. Hah.. Thank you.. Thank you for saving me..” Toru muttered weakly, looking deeply into your beautiful eyes as you carefully stitched his wounds close to prevent external bleeding. It was beautiful to him. Just like the sheen of rainbow after a long storm. The eyes of his saviour. If you weren't, then one of Wonder of U endless calamities would have already stroke you.

❦ “Shhhh.. Rest your mind, I'll take care of you.. Don't stress yourself. By heavens… what… to… you?” You replied back softly, carrying the injured oddly dressed stranger to your home. Your mellifluous voice—in spite of cutting off—soothed his fears, as he closed his eyes. No longer dreading what Toru thought was his near death, because the dark haired man knows he’ll come back just fine. Your words and actions remained etched into his mind.

❦ One thing for sure… Once Toru comes into terms with his feelings, things will roll so fast and unbeknownst to you. You’ll suddenly feel scrutinizing eyes following you everywhere—whether be it his own (most likely), one of his cohorts, or even his own stand under a guise of a close relative—most likely an older man—of your own. It's not like he had a hand in said relative’s death who may or may not figured what he is up to, it was merely an… accident.

❦ Toru is extremely obsessive, as he is attentive to his darling’s habits and needs and personal preferences to a tee. From knowing ordinary things like their favorite genre of music, videogames, flowers, to their favorite food, and all the way to their medical records (Ex: If his darling’s family—by extension his darling— had a record of a hereditary diseases he’d know, to monitoring their menstrual cycle, his darling’s exact blood pressure and whatnot, and etc..) and other personal information.

❦ Whatever information regarding his darling he will covet it like a greedy dragon that preserve it’s treasures, whether through his status as a head doctor in the hospital or/and as the leader of Locacaca Organization. No one would ever suspect him of doing that, and if they do… Well.. It's a shame that they’ll met a misfortune end, eh?

❦ “Don't worry, sunflower. I will protect you, provide for you, and alleviate any kind pain you have. What kind of lover would I be, if I can't do all of that? There is absolutely nothing that I won't do to guarantee your safety and happiness except if it meant you're going to abandon/replace me. You're my first priority!”

❦ Paired with his obsessiveness, is his manipulative and sly nature. Don't let his playful and laid-back nature fool you. What lurks under his unassuming mask, is a dark and selfish urge to obtain you all for himself. Cut you off from the greedy world, only for his eyes to relish and keep.

❦ With his forbidden knowledge of his darling intricacies and inner secrets, the rock human will emulate whatever you like and would condemn what you hate. However, he is smart enough to share something of his own interests lest you suspect him.

❦ “Toru-san, It’s nice to see you again here! But, why are you here? Aren't you busy at the moment?” You asked; Voice soft, sweet, and innocent unaware of the “young” doctor’s true intentions. You were about to leave your office to head back to your home, but Toru’s sudden appearance has halted you. It's quite surprising that he precisely knew where you had worked, let alone the exact time your shift ended. Must be a coincidence, or is it?

❦ Your ardor and charity was one of a kind. Toru couldn't help but yearn for it, yet he only desires it for him and himself only. It irritates him when you share it with others, but he hides such distaste beneath a veneer of charisma.

❦ After all, he doesn't want you to be scared of him. He wants you to come to him out of your own will, and vie for him like he does to you. He is a patient man, after all. Whatever competitor/s he has for your heart are already taken care off with utter apathy toward their untimely demise.

❦ “I just finished my shift, sunflower.. I came here to ask you.. If you would like to accompany me to the theatre? I heard they'll be playing some of Tchaikovsky works, and I thought about inviting you along since you're a big fan of his works…” The young man offered, seeing your eye light up in excitement and brought a smile onto his unblemished face.

❦ “Really?!” You exclaimed elated, before deflating as you remember your current situation.

❦ “I uh.. really want to, but I… can't go.. Well.. I have a low budget at the moment… hahaha..” You continued shyly, yet that didn't stop the charming man from pointing his pointer finger ontop of your delicate lips almost to shush you in a teasing manner.

❦ “Don’t worry, If money is your concern… Then I can just cover for you! A diligent employee like you deserve a break from work. After all, stress is the greatest killer. Let me relieve some of your burden!” Toru muttered offering his right hand for you to take, while his left pointer finger is still caressing your lips.

❦ “Bu—” Before you could argue back, the dark haired man interrupted you with a playful smirk. “It is no trouble at all, sunflower.. You do not need to repay me with anything. Your presence is more than enough for me.”

❦ He is very lucid about his unhealthy obsession. Instead of rejecting it, however, he wholeheartedly accepts it. Due to his nature, he sees it as normal. Wouldn't you like to be pampered and loved like a pet?

❦ Toru is affectionate, and a tad bit physically clingy. Nothing too alarming at hindsight. Do you blame him? He had been so alone for so long without any connections, and whoever came after him succumbs to his stand’s lethal ability spurring his loneliness even further.

❦ All except you for some reason. Was it your stand that is protecting you? It doesn’t matter. He had a taste of you, and he won’t let you go. Toru refuses to go back to the agonizingly meaningless existence that he had before meeting you.

❦ What triggers him so quickly is the idea of his darling forgetting, rejecting or/and replacing him. It is his primal fear above anything else. You are the only person, who made him think of someone else besides himself.

❦ It’s enough he was rejected once due to his youthful appearance, he won't let that happen again especially with you. He had already latched onto you.

❦ “Ahahah.. Sunflower.. Please don't leave me.. I'll be good.. I'll be what you want me to be.. Just please, I beg you, don't leave me.” Toru dropped on his knees, with his two hands clutching yours tightly in a desperate manner.

❦ To an untrained eyes, you might be in the wrong for breaking this poor man’s heart. Yet, you knew better than anyone how dangerous this man was. How his obsession run deeper than still water. Or in this case, endless stream of blood and death.

❦ If only you knew back then, saving him would lead him to slaughter anyone who came close to you. All in the name of protecting and loving you.. How delusional.. Love begets altruism, not selfishness. Though, you doubt he could comprehend that.. Left completely in the dark about his inhuman nature.

❦ You’d have let him to crumble like dust, but it was far too late for that now. As he brought your hands, to where his heart supposed to be.

❦ It is often said that human response to danger was flight or fight, yet there was a third option that is often forgotten about. Freeze.

❦ Taking advantage of his beloved’s shock, he swiftly administered a sedative into her body. Slowly watching her body fall limp. Before your head could reach the concrete, he held you close to his chest.

❦ “Tell you I'm sorry. You don't know how lovely you are…” The rock human muttered softly, carrying your unconscious body to his “home” that he had bought for you. Away from civilization, just the two of you living together forevermore. The notion that you're dependant on him for everything, puts a smile on his face. He wants to be your world, just like you are to him.

❦ Escaping him is pointless, since the rock human has his connections everywhere. That, and his obsession for you had gone so far, that even his stand has inhibited some of it.

❦ Whenever Toru goes in his habitual sleep cycle like most rock humans do, Wonder of U most likely is keeping watch over you. It's very apparent since disasters and freak accidents follow you like a moth to a flame. It may not harm you directly, but the guilt that eats your mind for being the indirect cause of the bystander’s death will prevent you from trying again.

❦ “I must commend you! Not only were you clever to discover a way through my abilites, yet found a way to run away from my user. However, it's no use fleeing from us… You will only bring calamities to innocent bystanders… You do not wish for that, would you? The moment our eyes laid on you, human, it was preordained for us to be one. It would be best for you to make amends with your fate.”

#duskoon.speaks #yandere x reader #yandere jjba x reader #yandere #yandere jjba #yandere toru x reader #yandere toru #tw: yandere #Tw: Co-dependancy #tw: implied murder #tw: toxic relationships #tw: stalking #tw: manipulation #tw: age difference #tw: interspecies relationship #tw: abuse of authority #tw: medical malpractice #tw: drugging

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Hello! This is my first time requesting but can you make a yandere Am x gn reader? You can choose whether or not to make it a headcannon or one shot ^^

Sure! I don’t mind!

#request

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Hi! if you still into berserk can I request yandere romantic general headcanons of Irvine with female reader? I always loved that guy he so elegant!

Definitely, 👍. I agree. He’s one of the tamer apostle, with surprisingly Grunbeld behind him.

#request

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My whole reaction to that FGO answer (this is @bluemoondust just in case):

My friend has been telling me to get into Fate and all that jazz (I don't know how to start 💀) because they said I'd be into it. Now reading all that has me even more intrigued— aksjkwkwj I'm absolutely bamboozled and going bonkers over that bit of information.

Oof. I don't blame ya. When I generally started getting into the fate franchise, I didn't know where to begin. Dw, I got your back.

I'd recommend you start with Fate Stay Night to give you an introduction toward the general concept of fate; From the Holy Grail, Servants, Mana, and more. It introduces significant characters like Shirou and our lovely mascot servant Saber who will play major roles into further installments.. If the anime is slog to watch, I recommend reading the light novel. Though fair warning there’s nsfw scenes here and there(😳), but dw it isn’t the entire plot. [Tbh, it started as eroge 🌝]

Next in line, would be it’s prequel: Fate/Zero. Followed by: Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Blade Works, Fate Strange Fake. Then you could watch the movies afterwards: Fate/Stay Night: Heaven's Feel I: Presage Flower, Fate/Stay Night: Heaven's Feel II: Lost Butterfly, Fate/Stay Night: Heaven's Feel III: Spring Song.

If you have time then you could play the game [Be warned the gacha is brutal 😭.] or watch playthroughs of FGO, afterwards you can watch the movies related to it. There’s also Fate Extra game, but I’d advise you to focus on the main series before going into the spin off.

Hope that helps, 👍.

Also, you’d be surprised on how many servants have yandere potential or already act like one (looking at you Kiyohime, Phantom of the Opera).

#guide to fate franchise brought to you by less than stellar explanation lol

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duskoon · 2 years ago

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Tw: Yandere themes, Implied non-con, Slight spoilers for Kiara section, mentions of corruption kink, Implied sadism (Not the safe or consensual either), Long rambling from me.

It’s been a while (like a long while, since I’ve wrote something 💀.), but currently I have been having a Fate Grand Order brainrot (since I’ve recently finished Avalon Le Fay Lostbelt due to many reasons; one to finish a certain requests regarding a particular character ;) ).

Without doubt the two that come in my mind, are Kiara Sessyoin and Caster of Limbo (That clown and the Nun for some reason got me feeling 👉👈, in spite of them being utter bastards [Both affectionate and derogatory]) If evil, why sexy?

Kiara Sessyoin;

With the former it doesn't help the fact, she is a former beast class servant. One of the core pre-conditions of becoming a beast class servant is to love humanity. No matter how twisted (which is usually the case) it may be, She embodies the self-indulgence and pleasure.. Canonically, She’s quite unrestrained and I hc’s her to have a very very large corruption kink, second to only the one below. Some voice lines of hers;

“You have turned out to be an extraordinary noble being strengthed by many intersecting lives and bonds. Yes. I see that now, and I shall step up to the cause as well. Dragging such noble being to the depths would be the ultimate celestial pleasure. Let us race to see who will give up first.” (From Fate/Grand Order in game servant voice line)

The noble being refers to the master, aka the mage who summoned her as familiar, in this case the player (seeing I spend few—thankfully— SQ to get her) and uhhh you could see how lovely she is no? 💀

Mind you that’s how she usually is, don't get me started if she was a yandere 🌚. Also, She is a cult leader. Yikes.

Caster of Limbo;

Now to the latter… Oh boy, where do I start with him 😭. Keeping it spoiler free, but let’s say he’s hella unhinged and unpredictable and manipulative and down bad really bad to learn about love (there’s a key reason for why that is, but I won't spoil it for NA players). It doesn't help, that some of his voice lines are quite sus between either wanting (implied, or explicitly) to violently maim the player (master) or/and do the deed with them 💀. It’s a Russian roulette with him, a 50/50.

When he’s summoned as our servant, he gave us a talisman full of curses in the name of “love” and mind you at valentine day. I’d like to interpret that he would wish to turn his master into his own puppet with his curses(not the first time he did turn people against their will into puppets either).

Some of his voice lines;

“I possess a secret love for you. I desire to make Master my own, even if it turns for the worse. I am not speaking in jest. This is a gift that honours the relationship between master and servant, to the bitter end. Perhaps I should say it is the greatest charm of this era which has been refined for your sake.”

Just for your reference, the historical/mythological figure he is based on, specialized in onmyōdō (An oversimplified explanation would be it is the far east equivalent of magic and divination) and quite well versed in curses.. Which was said to cause misfortunes to occur.. That, and he is merged with three other deities often associated with bad omen and misfortune.

“Master, my lord. Mm, mmmm… I'm supposed to fully understand it, but how should I convey this throbbing in my chest? Master, every time I see your eyes… or your profile, I, I'm trapped by unbearable thoughts. If I don't calm down, if I don't calm down… No, please forget it. I'm losing my mind.” (From Fate/Grand Order in game servant profile) 💀.

"You mustn't fret. I wouldn't dare kill you. I'll tear your limbs off before I make love to you for forty-nine days leaving you in a state neither alive nor dead." (From Fate/Grand Order materials XII)☠️☠️ That’s the largest 🔴 flag, if I ever seen one.

Like with Kiara, that’s how he normally acts. Good thing we have other servants, especially other Japanese servants, to keep watch over him in case he tried anything. Him as a yandere with no other servants to protects us is a frightening thought.

Both he and Kiara alignment are chaotic evil, well gee I wonder why 🌝. It's not like they're hella selfish, horny in a very messed up way, or anything.

Ps; I was emphasizing on Caster of Limbo/Kiara worst traits, or their actual character are hella more complex than the fandom would give them credit for (still doesn't justify their actions). Though, if I spoke more about them (for Kiara, her character was in fate CCC all along and it was only recently that it was translated into English, which might explain the mischaracterization she gets from English players. Since the OG game is only in Japanese, until lately.) I would inadvertently go into the spoiler zone .

Question of the Day: From any fandom you're in, which character to you believe would be the most down bad yandere?

#duskoon.general #When I say down bad #I mean down bad horrendous for their darling #yandere fgo blurb?#tw: implied noncon #tw: sadism #☆moondust.talks☆

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