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Yandere Sentence Memes (Part 2)

“Are you going to beg?”

“That was not a suggestion…”

“Can’t you see I’m only trying to protect you?”

“There, that should keep you quiet.”

“If I can’t have you, no one can.”

“If I see you talking to anyone else, I’ll kill them.”

“You’re so lovely with that terrified expression…”

"Why do you look so scared? I only wanted to play…

"You’re already falling asleep, don’t fight it…”

“This leash is such a flattering color on you…”

“I’ll break your legs so you don’t run away.”

“You were with someone else, I know it!”

“You don’t want me to gag you, do you?”

“Doesn’t our love being forbidden make it even more romantic?”

“You make cute expressions when you’re asleep and all alone…”

“I’ve always been there for you even when you didn’t realize it.”

“Forget a big wedding, who needs to know?”

“I prefer you to be mine, all mine.”

“I wonder how your scream sounds…”

“That’s not good enough, I want to own you completely…”

"No one will love you like I do.”

“How is my love so terrible?”

“I’ve held back for too long…”

“Tell me you love me… tell me you need me…”

"I want to feel you from the inside…”

“You can beg better than that…”

“Shhh, it’s okay baby. I won’t hurt you…”

“I love it when you’re feisty…” 

"This can just be some funny story we’ll tell our children someday.”

“So silly of you to change your number; you should’ve known I’d find it.”

“I’m sorry about that. You know how crazy you make me, darling.”

“No, please don’t make me…”

“I’d rather die.”

“You might have me but you’ll never own me completely…”

“What do you want with me?”

“Please, I won’t tell anyone, please…”

“How could you!”

“Leave me alone.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“I trusted you…”

“Stop, please…”

"Help! Someone help me!”

“So you killed my friends?!”

“You promised you’d never hurt me…”

“Will you let me out this once? I’ll behave, I promise!”

“How can you say we’re meant to be?”

“Oh my god! You’re insane!”

“A restraining order is what you’ll get!”

“What’s going on? Where am I?”

“W-wait, can’t we talk about this?!”

“I never said I hated you, so please. Please stop this!”

"You’re starting to scare me…”

“I’ll never love you.”

“But I’m with someone else.”

“He/She’ll save me, you’ll see…”

“N-no, not there!”

“Why are you being so demanding, you don’t own me!”

“Stop, I can’t take it!”

“W-why can’t I move?”

“I’ll do what you say, please don’t hurt him/her!”

“…you wouldn’t dare.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so s-sorry…”

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Yandere Sentence Memes (Part 2)

“Are you going to beg?”

“That was not a suggestion…”

"Can’t you see I’m only trying to protect you?”

“There, that should keep you quiet.”

“If I can’t have you, no one can.”

“If I see you talking to anyone else, I’ll kill them.”

“You’re so lovely with that terrified expression…”

"Why do you look so scared? I only wanted to play…

"You’re already falling asleep, don’t fight it…”

“This leash is such a flattering color on you…”

“I’ll break your legs so you don’t run away.”

“You were with someone else, I know it!”

“You don’t want me to gag you, do you?”

“Doesn’t our love being forbidden make it even more romantic?”

“You make cute expressions when you’re asleep and all alone…”

“I’ve always been there for you even when you didn’t realize it.”

“Forget a big wedding, who needs to know?”

“I prefer you to be mine, all mine.”

“I wonder how your scream sounds…”

“That’s not good enough, I want to own you completely…”

"No one will love you like I do.”

“How is my love so terrible?”

“I’ve held back for too long…”

“Tell me you love me… tell me you need me…”

"I want to feel you from the inside…”

“You can beg better than that…”

“Shhh, it’s okay baby. I won’t hurt you…”

“I love it when you’re feisty…” 

"This can just be some funny story we’ll tell our children someday.”

“So silly of you to change your number; you should’ve known I’d find it.”

“I’m sorry about that. You know how crazy you make me, darling.”

“No, please don’t make me…”

“I’d rather die.”

“You might have me but you’ll never own me completely…”

“What do you want with me?”

“Please, I won’t tell anyone, please…”

“How could you!”

“Leave me alone.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“I trusted you…”

“Stop, please…”

"Help! Someone help me!”

“So you killed my friends?!”

“You promised you’d never hurt me…”

“Will you let me out this once? I’ll behave, I promise!”

“How can you say we’re meant to be?”

“Oh my god! You’re insane!”

“A restraining order is what you’ll get!”

“What’s going on? Where am I?”

“W-wait, can’t we talk about this?!”

“I never said I hated you, so please. Please stop this!”

"You’re starting to scare me…”

“I’ll never love you.”

“But I’m with someone else.”

“He/She’ll save me, you’ll see…”

“N-no, not there!”

“Why are you being so demanding, you don’t own me!”

“Stop, I can’t take it!”

“W-why can’t I move?”

“I’ll do what you say, please don’t hurt him/her!”

“…you wouldn’t dare.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so s-sorry…”

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Okay so real talk, IRL got super SUPER hectic but I’M HERE! So aye, send Trip some things. Gonna reblog a few memes, for sure!

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Send me "Moan" and I'll generate a number!

One: My muse will kiss yours on the lips Two: My muse will get down on their knees for your muse Three: Your muse owns mine for two days Four: My muse submits for yours Five: My muse dominates yours Six: My muse gives yours a striptease Seven: My muse trails kisses down your muses chest Eight: Your muse owns my muse bound and gagged for one night Nine: Our muses do the deed Ten: Our muses hug one another Eleven: My muse nibbles yours Twelve: Your muse goes down on mine Thirteen: Your muse gets a lap dance from mine Fourteen: My muse ties up your muse Fifteen: My muse removes one article of your muse’s clothing Sixteen: Your muse removes one article of my muse’s clothing Seventeen: My muse slips their hand into your muse’s pants Eighteen: My muse buys yours a shot Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to the bed Twenty:My muse will tease yours (take that however you will) Twenty-One: Your muse blindfolds mine Twenty-Two: Our muses have sex in an unconventional place Twenty-Three: My muse blindfolds yours Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.) Twenty-Five: Wild card! I get to pick any of the above

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Okay so I start work in about an hour and I won't be back for like? Nine hours or smth idk. But I'll try and get some starters out when I get home tonight!

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   –There is never a point during which it is not too much. The misery never ceases to gnaw at his bones; the process of rotting from within never stops. Some days, he merely handles it better than others.     There are times when he stumbles upon some unexpected reserve of strength. It makes him stoic, reminds him that he is not yet broken. ( Are you scared of being broken? Trip asked him once, and god, he’s scared, he’s so scared, he’s shattering every second. ) On those days, he is able to bear the way his owners captors claw at his sense of self. On those days, he very carefully does not think about anything other than surviving.    When he starts to think, it’s over.    Today is not a good day. He is a wretched, ruined thing today and Trip knows every minuscule way to degrade and humiliate him. It takes so very little for Aoba to crack apart at the seams and begin to sob.    His naked body’s gathered into Trip’s arms. He cries into his captor’s chest, wheezing against the too-tight hold. Sickeningly, his body has begun to associate Trip’s touch with familiarity; he knows the feel of him, the smell of him. He wants to claw his own skin off to make it stop, stop, stop. His body seeks comfort anyway, burrowed against Trip. The tears dry up. He wants to die.     “…” He can only stare, silent and afraid he’ll be punished for crying. Some tiny, unbroken, vindictive part of him hopes he ruined Trip’s shirt. 

If he’s bothered by the fact that his shirt is damp with tears and whatever other bodily fluids may be there, he doesn’t show it. Materialistic, he is not - and so one ruined shirt is nothing compared to seeing that look on Aoba’s face. His stare, it’s almost blank, but there’s that little glimmer of fear residing there that makes Trip heart well up with adoration for the man in his hold.

It’s a good look for him, Trip decides ( he decided a long time ago that he quite liked the scared expressions Aoba makes whenever he sees Trip ) and it takes what little self control he has to stop himself from making things worse, from really giving the other something to be scared about. He didn’t know much about what they did in Virus’ room together when it was his turn, but from the sounds, Aoba had had a rough night.

He deserved a little pampering, right? Oh, and Trip knew right where to start.

“That’s better. Aoba-san looks so much nicer when he’s not crying.” A lie. Trip knows it and to some extent he’s sure that Aoba knows it too - but now it not the time to delve into that. 

No no no, not at all. 

He lifts the male up into his arms as he stands with ease, for as time had passed Aoba had seemed to lose a lot of weight, whether it be from stress or lack of eating, Trip didn’t particularly care. “You must be hungry, right?” A gentle little tap to his stomach, fingers smoothing out over the skin and against protruding ribs.

“I can feed you, okay Aoba-san? You like it when I feed you ,right?”

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@aicatchthefall | continued!

It’s always the same dull questions. Trip should have known that even Aoba would be the same as the rest to some extent. Special as he was, he was still the same as everyone else - just as predictable, just as scared, the same reactions that Trip had seen time and time again. But with Aoba, it felt different, more exciting because this wasn’t some stranger to Trip, this was someone he’d known for a long time and perhaps that’s what made it better.

The fact that Aoba had no idea why this was happening, why Trip was suddenly doing this when he’d been so nice before.

But Aoba, like those before him asks the age old question. Why are you doing this? It’s as if he thinks Trip needs a reason, needs some kind of driving force to make him do the things that he does when really, it’s spur of the moment. He does what he does because he feels like it, because he’s in the mood.

There’s no reason for it, no backstory to let people know why he is the way he is. It’s just TRIP.

He can’t help but laugh at the blue-haired male’s question. The bottled blond had heard it a thousand times before, but coming from Aoba it felt like the first time all over again. It felt like he was experiencing it all over again - the rush that came with it all too.

“I’m doing it because I want to, Aoba.” Lips press against throat it what could have been seen as an affectionate gesture. Had they been in a different situation it may have been just that. But no, it was a claim - a silent reminder that Aoba belonged to Trip now.

“But it’s okay, Aoba-san. In time, you’ll learn to like it just as much as I do.”

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@sinfullyswxxt liked for a starter! (Thanks my man!) It was dark by the time they had finished. Dark and pouring rain. Virus examined a spatter of blood on his cuff with distaste, propping an umbrella on his shoulder to keep himself from getting soaked. He couldn’t stand the wet or the cold. And the wet always brought the cold. It was just best to avoid either of them. It had been a bit of a messy job. Sloppy work. Too much blood. Virus was lucky to only have one cuff stained. No one would notice in the dark. He examined his cuff again. If he was lucky, it would come out of the shirt and the jacket. That was unlikely. “That could have gone better.” He sighed into the cold autumn rain. It ws supposed to be a simple fixer job. Eliminate the assigned target because ‘boss said so’. If only.

Polar opposites they were, and yet both shared many similarities. Virus had no qualms about voicing his distaste for how things had gone down. It could have been cleaner, it could have been quicker. He was full of complaints, and yet Trip found himself bored if anything else.

Sure, it had been fun at first. But Virus had rushed him along. We don’t have time, he’d said as if that made any difference to Trip. He’d wanted to play around, drag it out a little longer, but the fun always stops before it really begins.

He’s not entirely clean himself, blood stains over his own clothes as well. But Trip doesn’t seem to care, never really does. 

“Could’ve if you hadn’t rushed it along.” It’s almost like he’s sulking because he didn’t get to play - like a child, he is. “Things take time, gotta make it good. “

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Send my muse questions they can only answer with “yes” or “no”

Examples:

If you could…? Do you have…? Would you ever…? Have you ever…? Would you like…? Do you want…?

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✘ ((Brutal Edition meme))

Send ✘ for my muse to say to yours... ( Brutal Edition ) | @lastremainingalpha

1.

He’s curious. Of course he is, who wouldn’t be curious about something with such a human-like appearance and yet, it wasn’t human at all. It was a robot, plain and simple. Trip didn’t know much about the inner workings of it all, but there was this nagging part of him that wanted to peel back that synthetic skin and see what lays underneath it all.

And he could do it if he wanted to - there’s nothing to stop him. Sure, it might put up a bit of a struggle, it might try and attack him even, but that’s nothing he couldn’t handle on his own. And it’d be worth it too - he’s sure there’s someway to switch it off.

Then again, it might be fun to watch it squirm as well.

So then a hand reaches out for it, grasps at the strands of hair that feel so real and yet, they’re not. It’s kinda weird to think about, but Trip doesn’t dwell on it for too long, not at all. 

“Wonder what you look like on the inside..” 

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/ starter call!

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“I thought we were friends!”

RP starters: Betrayal | @aicatchthefall​

Friends?

Had Aoba become so deluded, so immersed in the persona that the bottled blond displayed that he truly believed they were friends? Trip’s interest in Aoba went beyond a healthy friendship, it went beyond what could have possibly been considered normal in any sense of the word.

It was an obsession, a desire to possess every little inch of Aoba, every little bump and crevice. Trip would own him in the most absolute way - and Aoba would have no choice but to accept that.

“We’re more than friends now, Aoba-san.” a low chuckle escaping lips as he pulls the younger male back up against him. Face would nuzzle gently against the crook of Aoba’s neck, warm breath brushing against pale skin as he goes to speak once again.

“You’re mine, Aoba-san.”

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                    “…?” There was a new face in the neighborhood, and…he shockingly hadn’t decided to start pulling on Aoba’s hair (yet). Aoba had just come out of a sweets shop, carrying a little bag of mochi; he’d been intending to buy snacks to eat while waiting on Granny to get home, but it looked like she’d be working late again…

                       Might as well try to make a new friend?

                       Aoba walked over to the older boy, smiling up at him. “Hi. My name’s Aoba.” He opened his little bag, showing the other boy the individually-wrapped mochi balls. “Want one?”

A tilt of the head given, the redheaded boy taking a glance down at the younger who had so bravely approached him if only to offer a sweet. It was a mystery as to how he’d managed to escape from the institution for the day, even more of a mystery as to how he’d return - but that wasn’t something that Trip was overly concerned about at this moment.

The food where he stayed was dull, boring and looked anything but appetizing, so he was in no position to deny the offer presented to him. Fingers plucked the sweet treat from the younger boy’s grasp, fumbling with the wrapper before popping the sweet into his mouth.

“It’s sweet.”

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So aye! A while back I had a Trip blog with this very url and I think I deactivated like? A year ago. But this muse is so dear to my heart and I love writing him so much that I decided to bring him back!

So yeah! Like/reblog this post if you’d be willing to write with Trip and someone who has been in this fandom for too damn long!

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✘ /vaguely scared noises/ hello c':

Send ✘ for my muse to say to yours... ( brutal edition ) | @ofseragaki

23.

It was pathetic in a way, to see how far Aoba had fallen in such a short time span. The two of them ( himself && Virus ) had barely scratched the surface of what they wanted to do, of what they were trying to bring forth from Aoba. But it seemed that he was already at his breaking point. A shame, Trip concludes, for he likes it best when Aoba tries to fight back.

When he squirms, when he yells - when he bites, tries to hit the bottled blond even. It’s what makes their time together so fun, that Trip has to work for each and every little reaction he gets. He has to work, push buttons and most importantly push Aoba past the breaking point until he’s BEGGING Trip for something, anything to get him where he needs to be.

But this time, it seems, he pushed too far.

“Shh, don’t cry, Aoba-san.” 

Try as he might, the Yakuza was incapable of feeling something like remorse, like sadness. So the comfort he provided was forced, his hold too tight as the younger cried against his chest and most of all, there was a sick sense of satisfaction that it had been HIM and not VIRUS to break their little toy down first.

The sniffles stop, his toy looks up at him with teary eyes and Trip can only smile down at him.

Disgusting, pathetic, weak.

“See? Aoba-san looks so much cuter when he’s not crying.”

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/ starter call!

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“I thought we were friends!” (-casually slides this neatly in here- hello <3)

RP starters: Betrayal | @slybluedreamer​

Aoba has the most precious little expressions when he’s scared, those cute little whimpers he makes when Trip gets just a little too close for comfort. Trip has very few pleasures in this world of his, but seeing the look of fear wash over someone’s face as they realize that things are taking a turn for the worst?

It’s something that he’d never get tired of.

“A-o-ba~” He’d feign sadness, leaning in close to the blue haired male to pinch none too gently at his cheeks. “You don’t think we’re still friends?” Free hand would rest against his own chest over his heart, as if a subtle gesture that he truly was h u r t by Aoba’s words, though that was anything but true.

“Of course we are.” Fingers would move to cyan locks, curling around and giving a little tug. 

“That’s why I have to do this.”