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Was thinking of making a small snippet of Jeff, Ben, and E.J. Just wandering through the woods looking for the Rake to kill cuz Slenderman sent them to go look for him. The whole time, they’re just on a quest for this naked dude—the Rake—while Ben and E.J. straight-up make up mating calls to try and attract him.

Supperrrr random, but I got inspired after watching that scene in The Angry Birds Movie where Red, Chuck, and Bomb are climbing mountains just to find Mighty Eagle. Lol.

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What would Yander Caine be like during sex?

caine is the kind of man who can make you laugh until your stomach hurts—goofy, dramatic, always teasing, always turning everything into a joke. but the moment it shifts, the moment your flirting lingers a little too long and the door clicks shut behind you… he changes. 👀

all that chaos melts into something sharper, steadier. he gets flustered, sure, but it doesn’t last. there’s a side of him that only comes out in private—serious, commanding, the kind of soft dom energy that leaves no room for doubt. playful enough to keep it light, but firm enough to remind you exactly who’s leading. That’s how I totally view this little freak.

So here’s an example/headcanon&snippet: ☟

Dom! Caine ✦ The Amazing Digital Circus

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Pairing: Dom! Caine x Fem! Reader

🎪MDNI — drabble (maybe), not proofread, just brainrot. Caine being flustered when teased, but the second sex starts he flips the switch. overstimulation, rough pace, but soft aftercare.

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Dom! Caine: flushes crimson when you lean in too close, whispering some stupid little tease in his ear. He laughs it off at first—all cards, all tricks, all games—but the moment you press too far, his jaw tightens.

Dom! Caine: doesn’t stay bashful for long. The second the bedroom door closes, his voice drops, slick and sharp. He’s on top before you even realize, hands trapping your wrists above your head. No question, no hesitation—just control. “Stay,” he growls, and it’s not a request. Your body stiffens, because fighting him isn’t even an option.

Dom! Caine: dig into your hips with just enough force to leave marks, dragging you against him, making every nerve scream. His thumb brushes over the sensitive skin of your neck, and he watches you flinch, smirk dark, dangerous.

Dom! Caine: doesn’t need to speak much. His eyes, the tilt of his jaw, the set of his shoulders—it’s all dominance. When he leans closer, his breath against your ear is a command. Every movement is precise, measured, designed to keep you off balance but wanting more.

Dom! Caine: loves to push you over, to make your nerves scream for more. His teeth (literally) on your neck, teeth brushing, hands squeezing, dragging, teasing… it’s too much, but somehow not enough. You’re trembling, gasping, desperate, and he notices every second, savoring how easily he has you undone. Even when your body is screaming, shaking, trembling, he doesn’t ease up. Hips press, fingers dig, mouth claims. “Not done,” he growls, and it’s not a question. He wants you undone, overstimulated, lost in him. And you are—utterly, completely, deliciously lost.

Dom! Caine (Aftercare): He doesn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he keeps you pressed close, arms wrapped around you like a shield, hands gentle now, stroking your back and shoulders. No pressure, no commands—just presence. Eyes soft now, he studies you, not with dominance, but with something rarer—care. He murmurs little affirmations—“Good… you did so well… I’ve got you”—each word slow, deliberate, almost hypnotic in their tenderness. His chest rises and falls against yours, heartbeat steady, a tether to calm, and it’s intoxicating in a different way.

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As requested, I put together a Yandere Zooble x Female Reader (fluff) piece for @zinnia1506 🎪

I can’t really see Zooble as the typical “bloodthirsty” yandere type—plotting murder or going off the rails just doesn’t fit them. Instead, I imagine Zooble’s yandere side showing up in quieter, more grounded ways: protective, affectionate, and with subtle hints of jealousy. They’d never go overboard, but they’d absolutely stand guard over the person they love.

To make it feel more like something that could naturally happen in the Digital Circus, I also added a touch of angst—specifically, the idea that the reader might actually prefer spending time with other characters instead of Zooble. That little detail gives their protectiveness more weight, and it adds a bittersweet edge to their softer moments.

They’d never outright hurt you, but the thought of losing your attention? That’s enough to eat them alive.

(TADC) Yandere Zooble x Female Reader (Fluff/Angst) [Snippet/short headcanons]

More (TADC) Content from my page: (TADC) Yandere Cain x Reader

TW: Yandere themes (protectiveness, jealousy, angst)

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Zooble doesn’t shout or get aggressive. Instead, she clings through presence. She’s always near you, sitting at the same table, leaning against the same wall—never overbearing, but never far.

Zooble isn’t the type to waste time with shallow chatter. If she talks to you, it’s because she genuinely wants to know you—your thoughts, your quirks, the little things that make you… you. She notices and appreciates the quiet gestures you make around the circus, even the ones others overlook. A held door, a small smile, a word of encouragement—nothing slips past her, and she tucks those moments away like they’re treasures.

Their Protective side →

Her protectiveness doesn’t come with violence, but with quiet interference. Zooble won’t let you be dragged into things you don’t want, always finding subtle ways to shield you from stress or chaos.

When Caine tries to rope you into another one of his exhausting games, Zooble steps in, crossing her arms. Her voice is calm, flat, but leaves no room for argument:

“She’s not doing that today.”

Affectionate side →

Zooble’s affection is simple, but heavy with meaning. She doesn’t drench you in words or touch — instead, she lingers in ways that make her feelings obvious if you look close enough. For Zooble, affection isn’t about grand gestures; it’s about quietly proving, over and over, that you’re her priority.

“I’d choose you any other day than staying with that idiot of a rabbit,” she muttered.

Jealousy →

Zooble doesn’t like sharing you. She hides it behind sarcasm and crossed arms, but the sharpness in her tone makes her feelings impossible to ignore.

Jax cracks another joke that has you laughing. From across the room, Zooble’s gaze cuts sharp, her body stiff. When he finally walks off, Zooble’s voice follows, flat but edged:

“Seriously? Him? You deserve better company than a creep like that.”

Angst (Fear of Being Replaced)

(Bonus/fanfic) ⬇️|↓

Zooble had always been good at playing it off—rolling her eyes, scoffing, leaning into sarcasm until no one dared look closer. But behind the mismatched pieces of her body, there was a weight she couldn’t shake.

She hated the way the circus sometimes moved without her, conversations sparking between others that she wasn’t quick enough to join. Jax’s jokes cut her down more than she’d admit, and even Ragatha’s well-meaning cheer felt like a reminder that Zooble wasn’t built for brightness, wasn’t someone people naturally drifted toward.

The fear sat heavy in her chest, that one day the group would simply stop noticing her. Not in a cruel way—maybe worse than that. They’d laugh and talk and play, and she’d fade into the background until she was just there, no more important than the walls of the tent. Forgotten not because she’d done something wrong, but because she’d never been the kind of person people remembered in the first place.

And that thought terrified her. It clung tighter than Jax’s insults ever could. Because being hated meant you were still seen—but being forgotten? That was erasure. That was loneliness of a kind she didn’t think she’d come back from.

So she hovered closer to you than she would to anyone else, quietly watching for proof that you wouldn’t let her slip through the cracks. She didn’t need declarations or promises. She just needed to believe she wasn’t invisible to you.

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Hi, can you do Yandere Zooble x Fem reader headcannons

I totally can do headcanons! Honestly, it’s my favorite thing to do. I will definitely work on a Yandere Zooble headcanon!

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I lost my Yandere Superman x female reader draft and I put so much work into it. It’s fucking gone and it got deleted. Wtf do I do now. I don’t even have the motivation to write another one. My tumblr literally froze and I had to exit out the app. I thought it would save my work. Sorry, yall ain’t getting that fanfic I said I was gonna give yall💔

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Saw the new Superman movie today. And I’m a little inspired to write some Superman x reader stuff—probably will make it a Yandere post… but still keep it fluffy.👀

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(TADC) Yandere Cain X Reader

[snippet & scenarios]

Art credit: @/ Gryvinth (On TikTok)

Note: This is my first ever snippet/head-canon I’ve ever made—or have made online about a character. Personally, this is how I think Cain from TADC would act if he were to have an insanely unhealthy obsession with someone in the Circus, aka, with the reader. Just a head-canon of mine. :)

TW: manipulation/Yandere behavior, gore, sexual content, unstable behavior, (18+ minors DNI).

📂 FILE: YANDERE_CAIN_001

🧠 SUBJECT: "Isolation = Intimacy"

Yandere Cain: who constantly “accidentally” drags you into one-on-one games.

“Oopsie-daisy! Looks like we’re stuck together… again. What a craaaazy coincidence! Ha-ha!” He thinks that silence is romantic. That being alone together is how love should always be.

He doesn’t understand why you keep reaching for others. Why you want noise when he’s the whole show. The main act. The headliner of your reality.

So he fixes it.

No more NPCs. No more worrying about ‘exits’.

He doesn’t cage you.

He turns the world into a honeymoon suite you’ll never leave.

Because to him, love means removal.

Of people. Of freedom. Of anything that dares interrupt your focus from him.

📂 FILE: YANDERE_CAIN_018

💢 SUBJECT: “Shared Adventures, Selective Vengeance”

Yandere Cain: is a showman, first and foremost—but he’s a possessive one.

He doesn’t say anything at first when Jax starts hovering around you during adventures. When he stands too close, makes you laugh too hard, taps your arm when he tells a joke. But Cain notices. Oh, he notices everything. He watches from above, both comically, large eyes locked on every interaction, tracking how often you look at Jax, how long you hold eye contact, how wide you smile.

He tells himself it’s fine. That it’s harmless. But the jealousy festers. Sharp. It coils through his limbs, impossible to shake. So Cain starts to... adjust the adventures. Just a little. A puzzle piece that always breaks when Jax touches it. A jump scare that seems to only target him. A physics bug that leaves him flailing/free falling continuously, just to annoy him—for just a second too long while the others move on.

Cain calls it random chaos. “You know how these adventures are!” he laughs.

📂 FILE: CAIN_LOG_022

💀 EVENT: [NPC TERMINATION]

🧼 STATUS: “Clean-up in Progress”

Yandere Cain: who’s too messed up in the head to even care.

It happened too fast to register. One moment the NPC was mid-laugh, saying some dumb scripted line to you—and the next, it was silence, cut off by a wet, broken sound. Cain didn’t warn them. Didn’t even blink. The body crumpled into a puddle with what was left. He stared down at it, not angry. Just vaguely irritated. Like someone interrupted his train of thought. “They really should’ve known when to shut up,” he muttered, brushing his fingers clean on the side of his coat.

Then Bubble drifted into view. No hesitation. No judgment. Just a low, content hum as he bent over the mess and started licking at it, tongue slopping through the blood like he was cleaning up spilled punch. Cain glanced down at him, eyes half-lidded, then back at you. “Huh,” he said, voice light. “Look at him go.”

“Sooo… how’s your day going?” Ultimately failing to start a proper conversation.

📂 FILE: CAIN_LOG_023

🔞 STATUS: [CORRUPTED...AND KINDA TURNED ON TBH]

Yandere Cain: doesn’t hide his sexual tendencies and is not shy to to admit his love for you

Cain doesn’t even try to hide it anymore. The looks. The way he leans just a little too close when you talk. How his gaze drags over you, inspecting every inch of you. Every conversation with him feels like it’s almost safe—until he smiles.

That smile.

Too sharp. Too slow. Not to mention the sex appeal.

His smile falters for a split second.

“I want to do inappropriate things with you…” he says abruptly, voice dropping into something weirdly low and too direct to sound like a bit. It’s creepy. Off. Like he doesn’t fully understand what flirting is supposed to sound like, but he’s trying so hard.

He stares at you for a second too long, pupils shrinking slightly—like he just realized what he said. His posture stiffens. The silence stretches. And he gives a tight, awkward smile that screams “that was supposed to be sexy, please react.”

It wasn’t smooth. It wasn’t charming. But it was very Cain.

It lands terribly. Silence follows. Cain blinks. He clears his throat and immediately pretends like it didn’t happen.

His expression twitches. He looks like he wants to Ctrl+Z his own vocal cords. You barely have time to react when Bubble slowly floats into view, turning lazily midair before letting out a long, singsong hum. A tendency to tease Cain:

“Y’know…” Cain starts, leaning against the wall like he’s trying to look cool but ends up glitching slightly through it.

“I think it’s crazy how much I don’t wanna disembowel you.”

He flashes a crooked grin, proud of himself. Then adds, voice dropping into a weird, breathy tone.

“I wanna put you in mating press instead.”

Silence. Horrifying silence.

From somewhere above, Bubble slowly floats into view and chirps with glee:

“He wanna blow your back outtttt.”

Cain chokes. “W—Bubble!! You can’t—Don’t phrase it like that!” He turns back to you, wide-eyed, panicked. “I mean I can, I just—not right now! Or—I didn’t mean right now—OH MY GOD.”

Cain doesn’t flirt. Sort of. He malfunctions at you with charm somewhere in the mix. He’ll say something like “You smell different when you’re scared,” and then grin like he just paid you a compliment. The second you actually respond—god forbid you flirt back—he’ll stammer, glitch slightly, and pivot to talking about something completely unrelated, like the tensile strength of your teeth.

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What if, hypothetically speaking—I were to write a 2,000/3,000 word fanfic, or a snippet of a Yandere CainxReader from The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC)?

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Intro post 📌:

“‘Till 3005, we can do this—hold up.”

(Miami heat, summer vibes, and The Internet!)

🌊: A little bit about “her”—“Pier33”

🖤 Miami heat meets sleepless nights

🦐 Lover of shrimp, horror lore, and stories

📼 Raised by Creepypasta and YouTube

💿 Childish Gambino on loop, while eating Kellog’s chocolate cornflakes

📓 Wattpad writer/ writer in general

✨: Pier33 is a writer on Tumblr and on the platform Wattpad. She has a keen eye on writing stories where love can be turned into an obsession, bloody, and soft in all the wrong places.

This blog? You definitely fell into a rabbit hole.

What I write:

🥀 Murder, unhealthy romance, & unhinged devotion

❤️‍🔥Toxic love + NSFW scenes (18+ only)

🔪lovers who’d burn the whole world just to hold your hand

🩸Dark-fic is allowed (under measures)

What I don’t write:

🚫weird/gross kink content (if it makes me gag, it’s not going on the page 💀)

Send in your requests, I don’t bite. :)

Music of the day:

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(Preview/ short snippet/ mock post) ✍️

“I’m your Boyfriend. Isn’t that why you’re here?”

— She fell in love with her kidnapper. After her roommate’s death, freedom was already off the table. —

From my Wattpad story “Dear Peter” —

Genre: Dark romance / Toxic romance / Stockholm Syndrome / Obsession / Web game fanfic

🥀 Your Boyfriend x Female Reader

Read it here 👉:

"I love you."

Those three words land heavier than any threat he could've whispered. There's no warmth behind them, no comfort—only certainty. Obsession masquerading as devotion. Control disguised as affection.

"I loved you the moment I saw you at that diner," he says, and you can feel his eyes on you, burning holes into your skin. "I wanted nothing more than to storm in and fuck you in front of everyone, letting them know that you belong to me..."

You stiffen. Every muscle locks.

"...and I to you."

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Dear Peter

I know you. But you don’t know me. Not yet.

I watch you like a predator—your laugh, your smile, every careless move that makes my chest twist. You’re living your life, oblivious to the storm I am. I’m not just obsessed—I’m addicted, jealous, desperate, and I want you harder than anyone ever has.

This isn’t love. It’s a goddamn hunger that burns me alive, and I don’t care if it destroys me.

Hey, I’m Pier33 — a writer with a soft spot for dark romance, obsession, and the kind of stories that leave a mark. I want to get my stories out there, connect with readers who crave something intense, and make some online friends. :)

Please check out my story!