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yanderefarm · 1 year ago

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pinned comment activate!! please read the rules

this is an nsft account MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

do not repost my fics. do not feed them to ai. including chat bots.

there will be some dark content and dead dove because of the nature of yandere content to begin with. please be careful and always check content warnings.

i feel like this should go without saying but. I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THIS BEHAVIOR OR ACTIONS IN REAL LIFE. this is all fiction and for fun.

be nice. be patient when sending in requests i can be slow and easily distracted.

im ok with fem aligned people interacting and even requesting content just please understand that i will only write male readers.

comments, replies, tags, etc are welcomed and encouraged. if you want to talk in my messages please feel free to!! I'd love to talk to you.

you have my permission to draw or write stories with my original characters if you want to!! id love to see these things

anon list -

🐀 , 😼, 🐙, 🏳️‍🌈, 🥺, 🪐, 🐝, 🍚, 🦇, 🦎, 🦑, 🐕‍🦺, 🎵, 🫥, 🦉, 🦈, 🥄, 🐻, 🧚‍♂️, 👻, tall anon, 🥔, 💍, 🧢, 🪢, 🔇, 🦊, 🪼, pretty anon, 🐦‍⬛, 🎠, 🌙, 🥮, 🍮, 🐠, 🍀, 💫,⛄, 🔪, 🥠

i will not write: fem!readers, gn! readers, bottom readers, female characters, graphic depictions of violence, graphic descriptions of blood, scat, vore, inflation, graphic depictions of throw up, period blood

i will write: chubby!reader, fat!reader, ftm!character, disabled!reader, yandere!reader, monster!reader, slasher!reader, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, horror, kidnapping, breeding kink, daddy kink, dub con, non con, spanking, free use, pet play, forced fem, objectification, bimbofication, cervix penetration, knife kink, primal kink, dark content, hucow, lactation, dry humping, piss play, omorashi, any watersports, other freaky shit im not remembering right now

if you're curious if I'll write something feel free to ask!!

(and if i end up writing something i said i wouldn't don't look at me)

you can call me bunny, im 25, i use he/him pronouns and im transmasc. i love men and i love yanderes. i also like weird shit im so sorry in advanced. i post a lot of oc content and shitty art so enjoy the show

if you have any questions feel free to ask!!🐇🐰

last updated; 10/23/24

Original Characters

Ares (Housewife Yandere)

Emil Landorr (Mad King Yandere)

Nephite (Omega Cultist Yandere)

Silvan (Vampire Pet Yandere)

Ajax (Pornstar Yandere)

Noemie (Follower Yandere)

Achilles (Crime Lord Yandere)

Fandoms

Honkai Star Rail, Genshin Impact, Degrees of Lewdity, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Jujutsu Kaisen, What in Hell is Bad, Nu Carnival, Creepypastas,

Genshin Impact;

breeding dottore

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Honkai Star Rail;

jing yuan x jiangshi

blade x yandere

boothill x cyborg

skott x supervisor

dan feng/dan heng x mate

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What In Hell Is Bad

for heretics (lucifer)

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Hazbin Hotel

priest vox x his god

valentino x bull demon (with yandere vox)

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Original Characters;

ares #yandere housewife

house wife yandere & part 2 & part 3

housewife yandere introduction

extras: spanking ares, ares getting jealous, finding ares mid kill, pampering and breeding, ares with another yandere, distracted, arguing with him, the collection, wrong name

art: thank you, kisses, ref sheet, halloween costume

emil #yandere king

yandere mad king & part 2

yandere mad king introduction

extras: emil getting jealous, cuddling with emil, morning wood

art: halloween costume, kisses

nephite #yandere cultist

yandere omega cultist

yandere omega cultist introduction

extras: nephite getting jealous, temptation

art: halloween costume,

silvan #yandere pet

yandere vampire's pet

yandere vampire's pet introduction

extras: silvan getting jealous, comforting silvan, warmth, putting on a show, spanking, collars, petting

doll au: doll saga, wedding doll

art: doll, halloween costume, gold star, kisses

ajax #yandere pornstar

yandere pornstar

yandere pornstar introduction

extras: biting ajaxs chest

art: halloween costume, tattoos

sable

noemie #yandere follower

yandere follower

yandere follower introduction

extras:

art: halloween costume, tattoos

achilles #yandere crime lord

yandere crime lord

extras:

art: halloween costume, tattoos

all of them

baby trapping (ares & nephite)

what if (ares & silvan)

piggy club (ajax & noemie)

art: expressions

references: hair, measurements,

sfw: if you were a worm, asexual reader, chubby reader,

secret admirer, if the reader died, their voices, jealousy,

reader snaps, abused reader, your face in their neck,

ftm reader, on halloween, petting them, their favorite pets,

whos a good boy?, getting a shot, tall reader, presents,

coming home drunk,

nsfw: the one with lactation, the one about butts, freak in the sheets,

himbo reader, service top, top au, the loudest,

ftm au: coming out

divider credits:

hearts & labels & content warning & dark content warning

#sub yandere #dom male reader #dom reader #sub genshin #top male reader #amab reader #yandere x male reader #yandere ideas #seme male reader #male reader

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vqler · 5 months ago

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Plans on TK Content

don't want to spend money on commission? too shy to request? check out this list! maybe you'll find your lovelies in my plans on future posts

updated: 08.06.2025

🌶️ - spicy! ❄️- stalled. were 50% finished a few years ago, or are finished but not posted 🆕 - new ✅ - done comic = purple first character is a ler, second is a lee fandoms A-Z

He/Mo (19 days) Valen (AFK Journey) Ivan/Till (Alien Stage) Jayce/Viktor (Arcane)✅ Player/Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3) Sebastian/Ciel (Black Butler) - animation❄️ Player/Fabian (Blush Blush) Bakugou/Kirishima (BNHA)✅ Jirou/Kaminari (BNHA)🆕 Chiyuki/Decim (Death Parade) Tarquin (Divinity: Original Sin 2) Hawk/Fenris (Dragon Age 2) Hamaji/Shino (Fuse: Teppou Musume no Torimonochou) anemo boys/Pantalone (Genshin Impact)✅ Beidou/Kazuha (Genshin Impact) Changsheng/Baizhu (Genshin Impact)❄️ Childe/Aether (Genshin Impact) Cyno/Tighnari (Genshin Impact)✅ Dottore/Pantalone (Genshin Impact)🌶️ Gorou/Itto (Genshin Impact) Thoma/Gorou (Genshin Impact)❄️ Zagreus/Thanatos (Hades) Zagreus/Hypnos (Hades) Hermes (Hades) Melinoё/Icarus (Hades 2) Sebastian/Ominis (Hogwarts Legacy) Mr.Crawling (Homicipher) Ib, Mary/Harry (Ib) Nico/Hisomu (Kiznaiver) MC/Caleb (Love and Deepspace) Wei Ying/Nie Huaisang (Mo Dao Zu Shi) Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen (Mo Dao Zu Shi) Aster/Morvay (NU: Carnival) Rei, Kuya/Eiden (NU: Carnival)🌶️ Tristian (Pathfinder: Kingmaker) Tsukimi/Kuranosuke (Princess Jellyfish) Fikani/Hedwyn (Pyre) James/Yuki (Sons of Walter) Luo Binghe/Shen Qingqiu (SVSSS) Tianlang-jun/Zhuzhi-lang (SVSSS) Achilles/Patroclus (The Song of Achilles) Red/Transistor (Transistor)❄️ Alma/Jill (VA-11 Hall-A) Dana/Gillian (VA-11 Hall-A)

Sing/Yut-Lung (Banana Fish)❄️ Rook/Emmrich (Dragon Age: The Veilguard)✅ Zagreus/Achilles (Hades) Reader/Caleb (Love and Deepspace)✅ Luo Binghe/Shen Qingqiu (SVSSS)❄️🌶️ Rogue Trader/Heinrix (Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader) Victor/Yuri (Yuri on Ice)❄️

there is a chance that some comics will eventually become fics

#ryui #vqart #tickle art #content planning

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clovdgyu · 10 months ago

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MASTERLIST

GENSHIN IMPACT !

Diluc...tba

Kaeya [caught in the act] | tba

Venti...tba

Albedo...tba

Zhongli [going through a bad day] | tba

Childe...tba

Xiao...tba

Ayato...tba

Itto...tba

Thoma...tba

Kazuha...tba

Shikanoin Heizou...tba

Wanderer/Scaramouche...tba

Alhaitham [punishment time for kitten] | tba

Kaveh...tba

Cyno...tba

Tighnari...tba

Sethos...tba

Dottore...tba

Neuvillette...tba

Wriothesley...tba

Lyney...tba

Kinich...tba

Il Capitano...tba

Pantalone...tba

Pierro...tba

Aether...tba

Dainsleif...tba

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Bennett...tba

Razor...tba

Baizhu...tba

Gaming...tba

Chongyun...tba

Xingqiu...tba

Gorou...tba

Freminet...tba

Mika...tba

HONKAI STAR RAIL !

Caelus...tba

Dan Heng/Imbibitor Lunae [the awaited meeting] | tba

Welt...tba

Dr. Ratio...tba

Gepard...tba

Sampo...tba

Luka...tba

Jing Yuan...tba

Blade/Yingxing...tba

Luocha...tba

Jiaoqiu...tba

Moze...tba

Argenti...tba

Boothill...tba

Gallagher...tba

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE !

Rafayel [house-sitting gone wrong] | tba

Xavier...tba

Zayne...tba

Sylus [blood and innocence] | tba

OBEY ME !

CAN REQUEST BOTH SMUT AND FLUFF/ANGST

Lucifer...tba

Mammon...tba

Leviathan...tba

Satan...tba

Asmodeus...tba

Beelzebub...tba

Belphegor...tba

Simeon...tba

Solomon...tba

Diavolo...tba

Barbatos...tba

Raphael...tba

Mephistopheles...tba

NU: CARNIVAL !

Eiden...tba

Yakumo...tba

Quincy...tba

Kuya...tba

Blade...tba

Dante...tba

Rei...tba

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mochinon-yah · 11 months ago

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I love seeing shiro's self ship content 😭💗 like wdym dottore is single??? Nu uh, he's with shiro yk

#reli-rambles

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orotrasparente · 2 years ago

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premesso che x carità tra le persone strane ci so pure le donne però noi maschi siamo oggettivamente più traumatici (e divertenti/imbarazzanti obiettivamente) e generalmente le donne sono più discrete, cmq io ringrazio il cielo di essere nato maschio, sai che trauma essere posteggiato su ig da carmine il malessere che ti dice “ue bella quando to fai nu gir ngopp o tmax mij?” oppure oppure il signor franco, 50 anni, una moglie e 4 figli che ti commenta le foto con “Bellissima☀️🌹” oppure oppure il sociopatico che frequenta tipo l’università, bel ragazzo, benestante e che poi dopo tipo 3 settimane ti manda dallo psicologo perché in realtà è tipo una rivisitazione in chiave moderna di dottor jekyll e mr hyde

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la-principessa-della-squadra · 2 years ago

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Serial Killer!Ghiaccio X Fem!reader (Part 1/?)

TW: NSFW content, Yandere, sexual harassment, kidnapping, violence, blood, gore

PLEASE NOTE: The reader of this story is not going to have much control on her surroundings.

SUMMARY: Fem!reader is invited to a laurea (graduation party) and finds Formaggio, Illuso and finally Ghiaccio. After a flashback explaining how fem!reader and Ghiaccio met, She decides to head to her dormitory with him. That was a poor choice.

Il Santo Bevitore bar,�� 00:31

“DOTTOOOOREEEEE…DOTTOOOOREEEEE!!!!”

October, Graduation month.

This was the third time you heard that chant.

“...Dottore nel buco del cul! VAFFANCUL!VAFFANCUL!”

The chanting was followed by the popping of a Prosecco bottle and a flying cork rolling at the feet of some random students, who probably weren’t even invited to the party.

However, that was never a problem from the start. After all, having gatecrashers at your graduation party is so common that it is now a tradition.

The foamy neck of the bottle, still steaming from its own coolness, slips into your plastic cup supported by Giorno’s quivering hands, who is once again in charge of pouring the alcohol for every single guest. From his rosy cheeks and shaky steps, it was clear that Giorno would not be able to keep himself upright much longer.

“Grazie Gioà, sei sicuro di non dover vomitare?”

(Thanks Giorno, Are you sure you’re not feeling sick?)

You ask him sheepshly and with a slight note of worry, but before the blondie could answer you’re interrupted by a loud voice.

"UAGLIU!"

Your head quickly turns back. It’s Guido Mista, Giorno’s best friend. He's also kinda drunk...Guido doesn't waste no time and after catching a big breath he starts shouting at the top of his lungs to give an additional toast.

“AIZ AIZ AIZ, ACAL ACAL ACAL, ACOOST ACCOST ACCOST, A SALUTA NOST!!!”

The rhythmic chant ignites a roaring wave of excitement throughout the bar, fueling Giorno's enthusiasm to the point where he eagerly presses his lips against the giant bottle. The poor guy started drinking since early in the afternoon, and the blame undoubtedly fell on Guido.

As a matter of fact, Guido kept filling up his friend’s glass with whatever alcoholic concoction was within arm's reach. Giorno had finished his graduation speech at 3:30 p.m. By 3:37 p.m. Guido had already made him chug half a bottle of shoddy Tavernello, all complemented by the bursting of confetti and colorful streamers.

Since you knew what a dangerous mix of cheap alcohol was broiling in Giorno’s stomach, you swiftly step back as an anonymous blonde boy decides to intervene by firmly confiscating the bottle of Prosecco. He looked a little concerned. However, you’re pretty sure you’ve seen him before, what was his name again?

“UEEEE PANNAAAA’ààà!!A’Pannacotta!! Ué fra, pcchè nu staj bvenn?"

(PANNACOTTA! Why aren’t you drinkin’, brah??)

You hear Guido shouting, while Giorno’s perfectly bowed laurel wreath had already fallen on his delicate, red face, messing up his golden locks.

“Mannagg a miserij Guido, ma t'e sciumunut? se m mett a bev pur ij, aropp chi a guid a machin?! comm v port a cas? Nun me facc' ritirare la patente n'altra volta."

(For fuck's sake Guido, have you gone nuts??If I start pounding drinks too, then who the hell's gonna get your ass home? I ain't letting those bastards revoke my damn license... again.)

Replies the friend in annoyance while adjusting the laurel wreath of a drunk and smiling Giorno.

“E ij che n sacc, stu bar è chin r ingegner autoveicolo, fatt costruì na mongolfiera. vann a naft no?”

(That sounds like a you problem, this bar is full of automotive engineers, ask them if they can build you an air baloon .They run on gasoline don't they?)

“Tu staj proprij a for.”

(You can’t be that stupid.)

At least Guido isn’t wrong, the bar is swarming with engineers looking for one thing and one thing only.

“...Aò, ma’ndò sta la figa??”

(...Yo, Where the bitches at?)

A strong smell of Menabrea invades your nostrils before an anonymous arm swiftly sorrounds your shoulders and traps your body against a men’s chest.

You quickly recognize the man’s voice.

“Formi…”

It’s Formaggio, your favourite drop-out engineer.

A legend among your faculty for being the ultimate judge of the nightlife, Formaggio lags two years behind you. Throughout the entire semester of you two chilling together, you've taken an oath that you've never laid eyes on him cracking open a book or even getting close to one.

Formaggio's library visits are solely reserved for bugging his buddies, making quick pit stops at the restroom, exploiting his student discount on vending machine goodies, or diving into his favourite pursuit: charming the ladies.

Since it was common knowledge that Formaggio had a preference for freshmen, he very often did not hesitate to physically show you his affection in front of other people.

“Zì. Questa festa è per i laureati in biologia, non scienze della formazione.”

(Dude. This party is for biology majors, not education majors).

That saccharine yet disinterested tone could only belong to Illuso. You don’t know much about him except that he lives with Formaggio somewhere in the centro storico and that he's majoring in architecture.

It is common knowledge that architects and engineers are natural enemies, like engineers and mathematicians, engineers and physicists, and engineers and other engineers…Damn engineers! They ruined STEM...

Despite all that, these two seem to get along perfectly.

“Mecojoni...”

(DAMN.)

While immersed in your own thoughts, your left check is refreshed by the condensation of Formaggio’s Menabrea as he tries to hold you closer to his chest. He drank too much, and therefore he’s getting even more touchy.

“Ti vedo accaldata chicca, ti prendo qualcosa da bere?Lulù perchè nun vai dall’oste e ce piji quarcosa? Tiè, prendite ‘no scudo e facce fa’ due gintonic.”

(I see you're sizzlin' up, babe. Need a drink to cool those flames? Lulu, hit up the bar, grab some stuff for us. Get a couple of gintons in the mix)

“Oh no no…sto apposto!”

(UH,Nah…I’m fine!)

Panicked, you encounter Illuso’s sight, who immediately gives you an almost disgusted look, as if it was your fault if his friend is drooling all over you. His eyes narrow above a tight and twist smile, and Formaggio gives him a flickering smile back.

"Facciamo che ci vai tu fino al bancone dato che stai preso bene."

( Why don't YOU go to the bar and get us something?)

"Sei propio da' a Lazio, Lulù."

(You're a fucking cunt, Lulu, you know that?)

“ Immaginavo di trovarti qui.”

(I knew you were here.)

Your body is shaken by a sudden shiver. At first glance, you connected that chill to the Menabrea freezing damp glass, but you soon catch on that the bottle is no longer grazing against your cheek.

It’s his voice that made you shiver.

It’s too familiar.

“Oh, Ghiaccio,ce stai anche tu.”

(Oh Ghiaccio, you’re here too.)

Formaggio turns his head behind his shoulders while still keeping his hands on you. His smile fades and his friendly tone vanishes, now resembling Illuso’s.

Regrettably, you know exactly the reason behind Formaggio’s sudden change. It’s no secret that Ghiaccio is an expert in ruining the mood with his bad attitude. In the past, Formaggio tried to warn you many times about Ghiaccio's sudden violent outbursts.

You found it hard to believe since Formaggio never looked really concerned for his friend but rather preoccupied about his 'party pooper’ attitude.

According to him:

If sober, Ghiaccio would kill the buzz.

When drunk, Ghiaccio would kill people.

Even if you seriously doubted about the 'killing' part, everyone on the faculty thought that Ghiaccio was a bit of a weirdo.

Not that engineers in general aren’t labeled as ‘weirdos’. However, Ghiaccio was giving all those signs of someone you shouldn't approach. After all: ‘ quale persona sana di mente si iscriverebbe a ingegneria, per di più a ingegneria chimica?’

Every time someone actually took the courage to come up to his desk and try to have a word with him, his responses were always dry and blunt. Hunched over his computer and with a MATLAB tab permanently open, not once had he raised his head to engage in conversation with his interlocutor.

As a matter of fact, it was only his eyes that tried to move.

The gaze behind those thick glasses became suddenly glacial and sinister, accompanied by a tone so saccharine and dismissive that it would have put anyone off.

Ghiaccio sat stiff and still like a taxidermy animal, looking more dog than human.

Ghiaccio sat there, rigid and lifeless, more canine than human. In fact, he often stood as alone as a rabid dog.

Right now, his friends felt his gaze - that of a rabid dog.

“Qualche problema Maggio? Non hai qualche matricola da seviziare?”

(Any problems Maggio? Couldn’t find any freshman to harass?)

Ghiaccio’s sharp tongue brings you back to reality. The blue-haired boy appeared out of thin hair behind Illuso’s back, startling him. He stands there with his glasses slightly fogged up from the air humidity. His right hand clutches a plastic cup that filled with ice, just ice. Weird.

“Cristo Ghiaccio mi hai quasi fatto prendere un infarto. Sembri un morto che cammina.”

(Jesus Christ Ghiaccio,you almost gave me a heart attack. You look like a walking corpse.)

Comments Illuso, glancing in Formaggio’s directions as he lifts his arm from your shoulders and starts loudly chugging the rest of the Menabrea. This visibly annoys Ghiaccio who instinctively shows his teeth, clenching them in a crooked and forced smile.

“Ciao Ghia, come ti vanno le cose?”

(Hello Ghia, How is it going?)

The smile fades. Ghiaccio starts purposely ignoring the two men, and instead he focuses on you:

“Secondo te, tosa? Domani ho Analisi 2.”

(What you think, tosa? Tomorrow I got the Analysis 2 exam.)

“Non sei preparato-”

(Did you stu-)

“Che domanda der cazzo fai chicca, dove pensi che è stato fin ora, se non chiuso in biblioteca?”

(What a damn dumb question, babe. "Did you study?" Like, where the hell do you think he were just a sec? In a freakin' library, duh.)

Formaggio cuts you, mocking your girly voice.

You cautiously raise your hands, waiting for Ghiaccio to burst out for being interrupted, but that doesn't happen. The blue-haired man just shoots Formaggio a death stare, head slightly cocked, eyes piercing through those thin brows. You notice him instinctively baring his teeth and gums at the man like he's about to bite his neck.

It's a warning.

Formaggio takes the hint and casually peers into the bottle, scrounging for any last drops. Meanwhile, Illuso's ego is so massive that he flat out brushes off Ghiaccio's response and jumps right into schooling his buddy.

“Dove pensi che sia. SIA. Il congiuntivo l’hai lasciato al Quadraro?”

(Where do you think He was. He WAS.)

“Lulù stai cercando una capocciata o una bottigliata? Posso dartele entrambe. Te lascio scegliere l’ordine.”

(Listen Lulu. Do you want to catch these hand or the bottle? I can give you both. Just say a word.)

Formaggio's tone takes on a slurred edge, like he's got a bit too much booze in his system for fooling around. Illuso catches wind of this and takes it as the perfect chance to blow off some steam. Weirdly enough, Ghiaccio stays dead quiet, sitting this convo out.

Now that's a twist.

Still, you catch a little something. Even though the guy's zipped his lip, you spy the plastic cup in his grip utterly squashed.

Why's he holding back? You can read it in his expression, he's just itching to unleash his piece.

“Ziofà facciamo che se sei ignorante non è colpa mia.”

(It’s not my fault you’re ignorant)

Replies the tall man while stiffing up and crossing his arm to feel superior. Now Illuso is not even glaring at Formaggio anymore, and he's perfectly aware this is going to drive him mad.

“Ma chi credi de cojonà a' Pariolino?Ignorante lo dici a tua sorella.”

(You did not just call me ignorant.)

“Ignorante nel senso che ignori la grammatica italiana.”

(Don’t take it personally. I said Ignorant because you're ignoring the Italian grammar)

“Allora tu sei un imbecille perchè Imbelle”

(Then you’re an imbecile because you're imbecilin')

“BOJA FAUSS QUELLO CHE HAI DETTO NON HA UN CAZZO DI SENSO, ZI.”

(That doesn’t even make any sense! You just MADE UP. A FUCKING WORD.)

Finally, Illuso comes down from his pedestal and starts hatefully staring at his friend.

"CHICCA!"

(BABE!)

Formaggio turns towards you for half a second and hands you the empty Menabrea before turning his gaze back to Illuso.

"PIJATE STA MENABREA. MO' TE PARTO DE CAPOCCIA!"

(HOLD THIS FOR ME. THIS FAG IS ABOUT TO CATCH THESE HANDS!)

Formaggio's voice blares like a damn siren, catching the attention of everyone in the joint. A bunch of folks, wreaths atop their heads, swivel around, and others in the joint follow suit. In the midst of the mob, you spot Guido secretively trying on Giorno's laurel wreath while the dude's occupied with some pink-haired girl, fussing over his fancy-ass braid.

"Ragazzi non fate gli stupidi. Non potete fare a botte qui- Ci stano guardando tutti..."

(Guys. Stop this nonsense. You can't fight here. Everyone is looking-)

You make a move to put a stop to their antics, when a chilling voice sneaks into your ear...

“Vieni.”

(Let's go.)

Freddo.

This sensation is familiar, it’s like being in one of those deep, paralyzing sleeps where the weight of the bed covers feels like a boulder. But this time your body seems as if covered by a light sheet. A cold sheet, as if it had never dried. It’s wet and icy, a cold so sharp that starts biting into your skin.

Your head starts spinning, even though you are sure you haven't moved.

You remain motionless, unable to do anything but inhale icy air.

You feel as if my whole skin is covered with frost.

Your memories are confused and jumbled...you cannot make sense of them. Under your clenched eyelids, lights, sounds and colors from llast night mix in a continuous spiral, causing you to feel nauseous. After taking a few breaths, your head finally stops throbbing like the speakers of a disco. Your back hurts as it's lying on a hard surface that is even colder than the surrounding air. The unpleasant sensation given by your skin attached to the icy surface challenges you to move your muscles.... But something is wrong.

They won't move. They can't move.

You sense your hands resting next to your body, the tips of your fingers numb with cold... However, when you flex them in order to warm them, they do not respond to your thoughts. Panic suddenly makes you lucid. you open your eyes.

Your eyes snap open, only to be assaulted by a blinding white radiance. It's intoxicating, that brilliance. A sea of white stretching to every horizon.

A single source of light reigns, the ceiling lamp above you. You lie atop a slab of metal, nothing but gravity pressing you into its unforgiving surface.

“ah...ah…”

Your breath begins to shorten.

White smoke lazily rises from your lips, disappearing into the neon. The light illuminates your figure yet denies you any heat. You look around, trying to figure out where you are. Your neck slowly begins to loosen, allowing you to get a better look around the room...

Beyond, darkness reigns, a domain devoid of form or presence. Yet, something sinister looms along the walls, whether furniture or pillars, they crawl from floor to ceiling.

Your vision drifts downward, over your frozen feet, past the table's edge, until a glimmer dances at the periphery.

A door?

“C-C-C’è…c’è q-qualcuno?”

(is-is anybody there?)

Your voice is hoarse, cracking when you try to speak. The icy air scratches your throat, your skin quivers.

The tips of your fingers have now lost sensibility, as if they have become one with the table. You cough... then you try to speak again, louder.

“Pe-Per favore!!COFF! AIUTO!! Sono qui!! Non cè nessuno?!”

(Anyone! Anybody!!Please, some-Cough-SOMEONE HELP!!)

After shouting, you wait panting for an answer... a sign...any sign.

Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching, slow and measured. A shadow obscures the narrow glimmer coming from the door. The sound of several locks being opened echoes in the room.

The door slowly opens, letting a much stronger light invade the room, revealing an unknown figure. A man is watching you from the threshold but the light beyond him prevents you from recognize him.

Your eyes flicker as the light sound of your chattering teeth signals you've just regained control of your jaw muscles.

The expression you’re making seems to amuse the man. A soft chuckle escapes him as he strides into the room, sealing the door in his wake. He drags in a cart, and upon its enigmatic cargo, your gaze falters, unable to discern the details.

“Non ti conviene sforzarti così tanto…rischi di farti male.”

(Oh dear, you shouldn't push yourself too hard...you'll end up hurting yourself.)

His voice slices through the air, sharper than the chill. Dread claws at you, its grip tightening as his teeth catch your attention more than his eyes do. A grin stretches across his face, a gruesome expanse that reveals his gums. His gaze remains unaltered, a predator's stare, unrelenting and piercing.

Behind those glasses, his eyes undress you, baring your vulnerability as if you weren't already stripped bare.

“G-Ghiaccio?”

“Shhh..ti fa male da qualche parte?Come va il respiro?”

(Shhh. Does it hurt anywhere? is your breathing okay?)

All of a sudden, the man puts on a genuinely concerned face, and seems to be focused on your face.

"C-Che è successo??...Ci siamo schiantati?”

(what.... what happened...where am I? did we crash?)

Your voice tremble, it’s stuttering. You gasp as you notice his hand resting on the table, beside your ankle.

" Non c'è niente di cui avere paura...concentrati e rispondi alla domanda: ti fa male da qualche parte?"

(don't worry about it now.... take a breath, stay focused and answer me: does it hurt anywhere?)

The situation is surreal.... what happened? Perhaps you're in a hospital? Did you have an accident? Are you paralyzed because of that?

"n-no. Non c'è niente che mi fa male...ma non riesco a muovermi...h-ho così tanto freddo..."

(n..no.... nothing hurts.... but I can't move..p..I might have something d- to put on...I'm so f-ing cold...)

You murmur, your voice trembling from both cold and unease. Shivers run through you, the icy fingers of anxiety now accompanying the chill. The man's lips curve at your hushed words, his face inches from yours. Your cheeks burn, tainted red by a mix of emotions.

"In un attimo, chicca."

(In a moment, babe.)

He purrs, his tone velvety. However, that ' babe' part is filled with venom and resentment. You quickly notice he's making a sloppy imitation of Formaggio's accent.

His face inches closer, his gaze locked onto yours.

"Sto controllando che sia tutto apposto...dimmi..."

(I must make sure everything's alright... tell me...)

His hand touches the sole of your right foot, a warmth you haven't felt since you woke.

"Senti le mie dita?"

(Can you sense my fingers?)

"Sì..."

(Yes...)

You're aware of his index finger trailing over your skin, a sensation that sends ripples through your body. Past your knee, ascending your thigh, the warmth causes both your form and fear to tremble. His other fingers join the index, like sinister accomplices, tracing your flesh. With a creeping exploration, his hand moves until it firmly presses against your inner thigh.

"Dimmi quando non le senti più."

(Let me know when you can't feel them anymore.)

"a-ah!F-fermo!"

(a-ah! Stop!)

You attempt to resist, but your defiance only manifests in the frustrated shake of your head...

"Rilassati..."

(Relax...)

He coos, his voice a syrupy assurance.

"Non ti farò niente...per ora. Non sei contenta di ricevere un check up gratuito?"

(I won't do anything... yet. Isn't a complimentary check-up something to be glad about?)

His hand still lingers on your inner thigh, its touch a languid caress that ignites a warmth, craving coursing through your body. You relinquish the sensation, only to be met once again with the unforgiving cold of the table.

"C-Che cosa è successo?"

(What... What's happened to me?)

Breathless, you gasp, your chest heaving. The man's features retain an eerie calm as you sense his touch upon you once more. His fingers slip under your right hand's palm, lifting it, while his other hand blankets your back.

"Solo un attimo chicca, devo finire il chek-up...Poverina, le tue mani sono congelate."

(Just a moment, babe. I need to finish the check-up... Poor thing, your hands are freezing....)

He smiles as his warm hands rub against yours, giving you such relief that a sigh of pleasure escapes you.

"oh-"

This time, his 'babe' doesn't feel as a mockery.

You catch the sight of his tongue darting across his lips, a prelude to him exhaling gently onto your fingers. His warm breath works its magic, coaxing sensitivity back into your once-numb digits.

"Ti piace, non è vero?...lascia che ti faccia stare meglio..."

(Feels good, doesn't it? let me do something special...)

Before you can say anything, his mouth is pressed on your fingers as he starts to kiss them, slowly.... how can those lips be so warm.... the gesture is so unexpected that leaves you speechless. You feel your head dipping into a fog-you are still dreaming. You are definitely dreaming. There is no other explanation,

-ah-

Your index finger slides into his mouth, encountering the sensation of his warm, wet tongue caressing your nail, descending to its very base. It's a repulsive, slimy sensation, made eerier by the expression he wears—a perverse delight akin to a child sucking their favorite treat.

"M-ma che fai? S-Smettila..."

(N-no... no, stop...)

You stammer, horror clenching at your chest, urging him to cease.

Your gaze locks onto the dreadful scene unfolding before you. Slowly, he extracts your index finger, his lips gripping its tip. Behind the thick lenses of his glasses, Ghiaccio gazes at you, his eyes holding an unsettling glint. As terror courses through you, his teeth begin to close deliberately, his molars biting down, the pressure intensifying with every passing second.

"No-C-Che cosa-AHI. AHIA!! MI FAI MALE! L-Lasciami!! SMETTILA!!"

(No—what are you doing? Ah!AHH! YOU'RE HURTING ME!! It hurts! NO!)

Recognition dawns as you comprehend his sinister intent. The sound that echoes from him—a chilling crunch—is oddly familiar, like the memory of your grandmother offering freshly harvested, crisp carrots from her garden when you were a child.

*CRUNCH*

A scream rips from your throat, pain blurring your sight. His jaw locks around the bone with an aggressive grip.

In a split second that catches you off guard, Ghiaccio tears two of your phalanges away, wrenching your finger free in a swift, brutal motion. The forceful snap of his head results in a gruesome sight—a gushing surge of blood spraying forth.

Your hand remains locked in his.

The vile squelching of his chewing churns your stomach. He's like a rabid dog ravaging his prey.

"Mmh... sapevo ne sarebbe valsa la pena"

(Mhh... delicious... just as I'd imagined.)

Your shrieks of torment transform into violent retches. You twist your face aside, desperate to avoid vomiting, yet there's nothing left to expel. The sound of his swallowing grates on your ears. More convulsions wrack your frame, forcing your eyes to shut.

You can hear him dragging the cart closer, your gaze drawn to the crimson smears that now stain his scrubs. You can't muster the strength to confront your mangled hand.

"Ci vuole calma e sangue freddo, tosa."

(Baby, it's cold outside.)

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overbiots · 6 months ago

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I started a list of characters i simp for and gave up when I was almost to 100

Through Fandom order we have

Record of ragnarok:

1:Poseidon

2: Hades

3: Thor

4: Loki

5: Apollo

6: Hermes

7: Beelzebub

8: Qin Shi Huang

9: Adam

Genshin:

10: Diluc

11: Zhongli

12: Wriothesley

13: Neuvillette

14: Capitano

14: Dottore

15: Pantalone

16: Childe

17: Kaeya

18: Alhaitham

19: Kaveh

20: King Deshret

21: Dainsleif

Twst:

22: Leona

23: Malleus

24: Vil

25: Rook

26: Jack

27: Jamil

28: Idia

29: Crewel

Demon Slayer:

30: Giyuu

31: Shinazugawa

32: Obanai

33: Tengen

34: Rengoku

35: Yoriichi

36: Kokushibo

37: Akaza

38: Hantengu clones

39: Muzan

40:Kaigaku

Moriarty the patriot:

41: Louis Moriarty

42: Albert Moriarty

43: William Moriarty

44: Sebastian Moran

45: Sherlock Holmes

Seven Deadly sins:

46: Meliodas

47: Ban

48: Estarossa

49: Mael

50: Zeldris

51: Gilthunder

52: Gloxinia

Tokyo Revengers:

53: Baji

54: Kazutora

55: Chifuyu

56: Mitsuya

57: Ran haitani

58: Rindou haitani

Video games:

59: Link (specifically botw and totk)

60: Sephiroth

HSR

61:Nanook

62: Blade

63:Luocha

64: Sunday

65: boothill

66: Dan heng

Misc:

67: Michael Afton

68:Pyramid Head

69: Leon Kennedy

70: Griffith

71: Sebastian sdv

72: Sebastian Michaelis

Nu carnival:

73:Dante

74: Edmond

75: quincy

76: olivine

#inferior lion rambles #inferior lion shitposts

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capitalism-and-healthinsurance · 10 months ago

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Introductory Post

Hi! We're Capitalism + Health Insurance, two partners who got bored and ended up making a joint blog because, well, we had nothing better to really do.

Neither of us are really good at introductory posts, so hopefully, this will suffice? Who knows, we're not even really expecting many people to interact with this blog

Hello, I'm Mod Dottore. I'm the one who had the idea of making a joint account. I am a holothere, and I go by He/She pronouns, but in reality, at this point, I'm starting to not care what you use.

I do not answer to anything that would imply humanity and would prefer to be referred to as a fox or kitsune.

I am a traumagenic median plural system, pro para, proship, pro endo, and anti c for anything nonconsenting. If it doesn't affect me, chances are I could not care less. I'm also fictosexual with multiple f/os

Media I enjoy include, but are not limited to:

Black Butler

Boyfriend to Death / The Price of Flesh

This Is Not Romance

Splatoon

Genshin Impact

Nu: Carnival

Vkei

The Band Ghost

Yokai Watch

Yume Nikki

Dramatical Murder

Ennead

Legend of Zelda

Obey Me

What in Hell is Bad

YBC

I will most likely be the main poster, and you'll know it's me from the Mod Dottore endcard seen above. I'm not really sure what else to add, so idk send asks or something lmao

Hi, I'm Mod Pantalone! The partner of this account. Probably won't post much unless asked, hope whoever interacts has fun lmfao.

- He/Him

- Current interests -

° Elden Ring

° What in Hell is Bad

° Werewolf: The Apocalypse

° Housamo/Tokyo After-school Summoners

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solocanzoninelleorecchie · 2 years ago

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male male male me faje male Tu me stracci comme fosse nu giurnale senza pagine a colori; nun me vuo' leggere. so' sicuro ca me mett' a chiagnere, sì nun te veco nata sera more more more chianu chianu dint' 'o core, ma nun serve nu dottore; m'annammor' e me faje male, f'ambress, accireme. Nun me fa vere' comm' è brutt 'a vita senz' 'e Te.

#Una Magica Storia d'Amore #Gigi D'Alessio #Gigi #D'Alessio

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fathomless-flames · 2 years ago

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Sketchy comic about Dottore's Nu build.

He was built with the intention of catching an aranara, but that didn't work out.

#dottore #segment oc #dottore (Nu)#genshin impact #comic #my art

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kindledoeswhatever · 1 year ago

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Dumping this here to clear out some space! Here are some retrospective and notes for my fic Is This What Therapy Is? Full spoilers below

Behind the scenes

The working title for this fic is Group Therapy but I found it a little vague for the proper title

The first notes I have for this are from December 2022! I was struck by the idea on a road trip and fervently typed it out.

The initial initial idea came from a joke. I was thinking about doctor who for some reason (I was really into it in like middle school (not super who lock just Doctor Who) and was like aha if the doctor landed in Teyvat he’d have some problems introducing himself as the doctor! Collei and Scaramouche would hunt him down! Haha.. wait. Hmmmm.

Every in game location they visit I would open up the game and take notes on the environment, shifting a few things around like the bridge to Collei’s hut is collapsed in game but in the fic it’s newly repaired. I’d then repurpose the notes into the prose.

This was initially gonna stay a one shot even though I had a ton of ideas (obviously) but everyone was so nice in the comments I decided to write more and more and well here we are!

The hardest parts to write were the Chasm arc - balancing the monotony of slogging through a cave without being uninteresting, and the fight scenes. In my other fic I fought Childe and referenced online play throughs and took notes on it to write the big battle. As of writing Dottore has no boss battle so I had to improvise.

Unused content!

There was originally going to be a segment alpha, the original Dottore hooked to life support and barely alive, 500 years is too long for a human to live. He was going to beg to die. I found this too upsetting and cut it for time… sorry if that sounds cool!

Originally they were going to storm Zapolyarny Palace but I didn’t want to conceive of it. Obviously it would be at odds with canon so why try? I decided to shift the arc to a secret lab instead. I pulled heavily from Honkai Impact for the scenery inside the lab.

There was a version of this fic where all the friends they made came with to kill the final Dottore but it was too crowded and took away from Collei and Wanderer as the center so I scrapped it.

On the Dottore Segments:

The Dottore’s have a verity of different delusions and preferred weapons:

The first one to die, Beta, was Hydro. He prefers unarmed “boxing” esq maneuvers. Or more ripping things apart with his bare hands. He was an opportunistic type with no qualms over screwing himselves over but was rather lazy. If something unfortunate happened to the others he would swoop in like a vulture and steal all their stuff, but wouldn’t act to cause the situation out side of a little nudge here and there. Was killed on his way to Mondstadt in the worlds first car. He wears the in game mask

Number two, Psi, was Geo and elegantly used a catalyst to hold his papers and important documents. He had a big superiority complex and loved the sound of his own voice. Most Dottore’s ignore their staff at best, but Psi loves to talk so much that he’ll monologue at them for hours. Was killed by being kicked into the chasm. He wears the mask from the manga

Number three, Nu. Ironically the one killed by Gandharva Ville had a Dendro delusion. He preferred a light set of knives over a sword or other blade. He was the iteration before the segment with the greatest infiltration expertise who was deleted because he was a direct threat to Omega. Nu was a bit self conscious and jealous over this. Just a bit. Ok a lot. But he kept this feeling in! He wears the mask from the manga

Lambda was Electro and used his delusion to mess with electronics, he favorite pass time. He was one of the weaker Dottore’s and was constantly on edge about his right to exist, fighting and clawing for any respect and failing. He Hates biology but was unfortunately very adept at it, he loved mechanics but unfortunately wasn’t the greatest at it. He existed in a weird place in the original Dottore’s life when he was unsure of his place in the world for about two weeks after getting burned out on biological testing before getting really good at mechanics. Segments from later in life are equally fond of biology and mechanics often combining the two. This heightened his inferiority complex to an atypical degree but he was too blinded to realize abandoning Iota would lead to death even if it seems obvious on the outside. He was expendable after all. He wears the mask from the manga

Epsilon was Cryo and had a claymore (obviously from the battle scene lol) he’s older than Omega in both the point of the originals life he’s based on and in the order they were created. He’s mellowed a bit with age but if highly judgmental of Omega in only the way you can be towards your past self. Wake up at 2 am and cringe over the things you did type stuff. He wears the mask from in game

Omega, I’m not confirming his delusion or weapon because he’s probably going to pop back up in canon

Here are my initial notes when I was coming up with the ideas for each Dottore:

Alpha: Not a segment but the original Dottore, extremely old and hooked to life support. Not shown. CUT FOR TIME

Beta: Attempting to access storm terrors domain. Is killed by Collei using a Hilichurl arrow after a horde of slimes and Hilichurls are summoned by Diluc’s slime attractor and Kaeya talking to the hilichurls. Diluc gets to keep the body

Epsilon: attempt to salvage any C. M. D. Was stationed in Inazuma but retreats to Snezhnaya

Omega: the one to negotiate with Kusanali: is stabbed to death by Scaramouche and is the last to die. Stabbed and left to die

Iota: A literal infant

Lambda: retreats to Snezhnaya and is killed by Omega in revenge for leaving Iota behind

Nu: lured to Gandharva Ville and killed by the residents

Psi: thrown into the chasm

The translated Dottore Dossier (annotated by Wanderer)

Beta:

- Mission: Investigate Stormterror, Durin, corruption as substitute for C. M. [Note: likely crystal marrow ]

- Time Span: N/A [Note: is traveling to Mondstadt from Liyue soon no mission time limit]

- Location: Stormterror’s Domain and Dragonspine, Mondstadt

[Note: Beta is particularly disliked for taking the other segments ideas and passing them off as his own. It’s hilarious]

(killed enroute from Mondstadt to Liyue via Hilichurl attack)

Episilon:

- Mission: Attempt to salvage C. M. D. Research. (Use remaining samples sparingly -P.) [Note: this message was attached to the original document.]

- Time Frame: N/A

- Location: Inazuma

Iota:

- Mission: Remain connected to machine [note: that’s all it says.]

- Time Frame: N/A

- Location: Sumeru [Note: Somewhere in the desert south west of Aaru, will circle possible locations on Map]

Lambda:

- Mission: Monitor Iota

- Time Frame: N/A

- Location: Sumeru [Note: same as Iota obviously]

- Mission: Salvage any data on Tatarigami delusions (Use remaining C. M. Samples wisely, we cannot acquire more -P.)

- Time Frame: N/A

- Location: [Note: It seems he is in Inazuma but there is no location, he may be elsewhere though. Tartaglia sucks at information gathering.]

Omega

- Mission: Continue as is

- Time Frame: N/A [Note: why is this guy given infinite time]

- Location: Zapolyarny Palace, Snezhnaya

Psi:

- Mission: Investigate complaint by Harbinger Tartaglia via. ruin guard facility in Lingju Pass, Lisha, Liyue. Access Chasm with Qixing permission (do Not cause another international incident- P.) Aquire “Nail” in the Chasm. [Note: The additional note by “P” was attached to the original document. Likely either Pantalone or Pierro. Probably Pierro.]

- Time Frame: Expected 5-12 months

- Location: Chasm, Liyue

Nu (update)

- [New Mission]: Investigate involvement of ex-subject “Collei” in relation to Psi’s death.

{This update was never seen by Collei or Wanderer}

[Note: P is either Pantalone or Pierro. Likely Pantalone the control freak. Pierro just let’s them do whatever they want as long as it benefits him.]

#genshin impact #genshin #my stuff

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