millyondollarbaby

[millyondollarbaby]

Yall are so mentally ill on tumblr

[millyondollarbaby]

Yall give me some grace im going through a transitional period rn lol 😭 I will get on here and right I promise… at some point trust me. Im working on a million other fings right now.

[millyondollarbaby]

a yan and law of assumption blog omg I hit the jackpot 😭 we need more spoiled readers!!!

I am here to feed yall… on occasion. lol. I got so tired of the brokey behavior. Leave that to the men.

[millyondollarbaby]

Yandere Kleptomaniac

Something about upper-middle-class and rich white girls who shoplift...

Anyway-

Klepto girlie who has a problem, she can't help it, there is just something inside her that inclines her to swipe shit. And not just stuff from gas station, no, I mean she will steal from department stores, boutiques, jewelry stores, everywhere. Neiman Marcus better watch out. She's been banned from some Bergdorfs.

But most of it isn't even for her- it's for you. Like a bird stealing to bring back to its nest, or a crow bringing offerings. she just leaves them at your door or on your bed. She just wants you to have things she worked so hard for. (You try sneaking a 5k dress out of a store in a birkin 35-)

Her dad's probably a government body or something, which makes this even better of course or some kind of high finance guy, while her mother is some boozy benign creature who traded sovereignty for survival. She is probably an only child or has older siblings who neglected and left her all alone, and now she has you. She will steal the moon for you, probably swipes her mother's jewelry that she's too drugged out to remember. Oh well, looks like you have a new Van Cleef 20 motif- don't worry about it! It made her think of you! Take the Alahambra and her little wittled weasel heart. She might just steal it from you if you don't.

[millyondollarbaby]

I only want the best. All that glitters and IS gold. Only platinum level partnerships and relationships. Only ironclad communion.

[millyondollarbaby]

The “half rich girl” thing made me chuckle cause my brain was going places like “dafuq? what does half rich even mean?”

Are you like a divorced child that switches custody between a rich parent and a poor parent?

Are you in probate and don’t have the wealth you’re legally owed yet?

Is half rich a new term to describe the middle class?

Help I am confusion!

I meant half rich/ yandere blog- not like half-rich. Typo.

[millyondollarbaby]

This isn't a full-time yandere blog, but more so a half rich girl rant page and then my little deplorable creatures. I'm lowkey afraid of being revealed in the future because you know.... professionalism or whatever. Anyway toodles!

[millyondollarbaby]

I have some really important information that may concern you and a blogger on Tumblr that I think you might know of, or could be mutuals with…

This was an anon send in that can be found on this blog [censored, blogger doesn’t want people to mistake them being part of the drama, and does NOT SUPPORT the following bigoted beliefs]…

“Ew, you're collaborating with a white supremacist's best friend?

Just a heads up, but @fangdokja-anon has been called out by multiple authors here for being homophobic, fatphobic, and racist, as well as making multiple problematic posts (like wanting to write about genocide and infant SA). The only person who publicly supported her was @yanderedrabbles who praised her in the comments and even made a post to defend her friendship.

It's your choice to have her as a writer for the zine, but please make it public knowledge so people can at least opt out. I myself won't sign up to share space with a bigot.”

Then there was this follow up post by the same anon, who goes into detail of the issues above…

“Sorry for the sudden accusatory ask, I'm one of the people who unfollowed @yanderedrabbles after she openly expressed her support for the homophobe and I was annoyed to see her acting so careless on another blog I follow. I guess she's hoping we'll just forget about it at some point and keeps quiet on her main.

Here's the first post where she explained in many empty words she doesn't care about the issue because the blog has been nice to her and they're friends: https://www.tumblr.com/yanderedrabbles/780435897593315328/hi-idk-if-your-mutuals-with-fangdokja-but-shes?source=share

The problematic post on @fangdokja-anon blog has since been deleted or removed, but I have a screenshot of @yanderedrabbles commenting on it with ‘THATS why your pro pic went all blurry when I logged in. Literally freaked me out so bad. I'm glad to see you reorganising fang! Gonna learn to use AO3 just for you 😘’ while the rest of us were freaking out at the atrocities mentioned.

Instead of coming out and telling us why she chose to publicly support someone who fetishizes stuff like concentration camps and pedophilia she's all giddy about writing for a yandere magazine, like we're dumbasses who'll just swallow up any content. The audacity is amazing.”

Hopefully the last follow up post by the anon that goes into some more history/evidence…

“The post that started this whole drama is from December, but it didn't gain traction until some bigger blogs like ozzgin and moyazaika talked about it, which happened recently. It's still available and you can read it for yourself, including the paragraphs where she explicitly says she doesn't support LGBTQ+ content: https://www.tumblr.com/fangdokja/770117292416712704/blog-rules-guidelines?source=share

The main conclusion from it was that she's (@fangdokja-anon) homophobic, though more people pointed out she's made questionable statements in the past, too. It should've stopped there, but then she made a post basically explaining that she's been gathering an audience so she can switch to different platforms (her website and AO3), where she can finally write without censorship. It was an extremely cringe story about her ‘shackles’ coming off, listing a bunch of offensive topics from the Trigger Warning Database and saying that nothing is sacred and she won't hold back. (Yes, it included the part about children and infants not being safe from it) Same blogs called her out again and she proceeded to block everyone who interacted with those posts. I guess a lot of people reported her blog since it's now hidden and tagged as ‘mature’, for which she had a meltdown.

Anyway, friend (@fangdokja-anon) is against queer people but you (@yanderedrabbles) argue she's actually kind because you haven't been targeted? Suspicious, but I let it sit.

Friend (@fangdokja-anon) publishes entire paragraphs about wanting to write downright atrocious content and you (@yanderedrabbles) comment how excited you are for it? Yeah, that doesn't work anymore, sorry. You're clearly ok with it and that's fucked up. Go support your cult member somewhere else, not in my gay household.”

Since this all seems to be true, please reconsider any relationship you have with @yanderedrabbles and @fangdokja-anon

This person @moyazaika goes into more lengthy detail too of what @fangdokja-anon writes and supports. And remember, @yanderedrabbles also supports @fangdokja-anon

😭🤧

Good afternoon lol. Anyway- no I’m not mutuals nor do I follow any of these people

[millyondollarbaby]

Just saw your rules thing and HOLY SHIT YOURE SO REAL ON THE "he's yandere because he LOVES you" TYPA SHIT LIKE IM SO SICK AN TIRED ON SEEING "he chained you up because you were being naughty" LIKE UGHHH GIVE ME A YANDERE WHOSE WORLD WOULD FALL APART THE MOMENT YOU START EYEING SOMEONE ELSE!!! GIVE ME PATHETIC MEN THAT WOULD ABSOLUTELY DO ANYTHING FOR THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE!!!

Okay enough of my bullshit, can I still request??

Heh....Yandere prince (who is the heir to the throne) who is untouchable (figuratively and literally) by anyone falls inlove with a bounty hunter who he was tasked to kill? Like the scenario would be like:

•Prince was tasked by the king to slay a bounty hunter cause someone from the court died from their hands

•Prince (now disguised as an assassin) tries but fails, leading him very wounded

•Bounty hunter!reader sees him in his state and decides to nurse him back to health (they don't know he's a prince btw)

•Prince wakes up, grows wary of reader patching him up, but he quickly became Mr. Nice guy because he has plans on how to kill them

•all of his plans fail, and most of those plans lead him to getting injured, therefore extending his stay (much to the reader's amusement and his dismay)

•months turn to years, the kingdom is distraught over the crowned prince going missing, meanwhile the prince has grown to love the reader and is CONVINCED that they are married (delusional much??? Also reader does NOT know about this, they just assume that their Friend is way more clingy than usual)

Additional info: due to him being a prince, he prefers to stay indoors so that no one could take him away from his beloved❤ (he would burn the world and then kills himself if he were to be gone from them for more than 7 hours (he'll never hurt them, he'll rather kill himself than do that))

The ending is SUPER up to you!!! (Though I prefer it angst....though I am not sure if you do that) and can the gender of the reader be unspecified and they go by they/them? If no, then can the reader be female? (muscular females ohdodjdojdk)

Tysm for this opportunity to request for pathetic men❤❤ sorry for my rambling

The Crowned Prince is Dead.

(Not proofread. Will go back at some point)

That’s what the posters say now. The bounty’s been lifted. The court’s gone quiet. The palace is in mourning.

They buried an empty casket.

“Ash.”

That’s what you call him, the man you found bleeding on your doorstep two winters ago. He was half-dead, torn up, muttering nonsense in a voice meant for velvet robes and palace marble—not the woods. You didn’t ask questions. Just dragged him inside, stitched him up, and gave him soup.

You had no idea he was royalty. A crown prince. A sword sent from the king’s own hand to slay you.

Your name had reached the court after a noble’s blood stained your bounty ledger. Self-defense, really, but the nobles don’t care for context. They wanted a spectacle. A hunter hung at dawn. So they sent their perfect boy in a black cloak and a false name.

But he failed. Because when he saw you—not your reputation, not the price on your head, you—he hesitated. And in that hesitation, he was wounded. Left crawling, broken, slipping out of the castle’s grip and into yours.

And now you share a life.

Days slipped into weeks. Weeks melted into months, like snow thawing into riverwater.

Ash wove himself into your life so quietly, so seamlessly, that you hardly noticed it happening.

He began gathering firewood before you could ask, stacking it neatly by the door every morning, the scent of pine and sap clinging to him when he slipped back inside. He mended your torn clothes with clumsy stitches, tongue poking out in concentration as he tried to match thread to fabric. When you hummed old songs by the hearth, he listened with a kind of aching reverence, as if every note stitched him more tightly to this place, to you.

You teased him sometimes. Called him clingy when he hovered too close. Poked his side when he pouted in that wounded, boyish way that made you laugh. He would flush a violent red, stumbling over excuses, and you’d ruffle his hair without thinking, amused by his bashfulness.

Ash never protested. He only followed you more faithfully, his gaze tracking you with a devotion so profound it was almost prayer.

You thought he was just lonely. You assume he’s just… odd.

You thought—maybe—he was grateful for kindness after too many brutal winters alone.

You never realized what he truly believed.

In Ash’s mind, there were no blurred lines, no tentative half-steps. In his mind, you were already his spouse.

You were the sun he orbited, the river he would drown in gladly.

When you laughed, he thanked gods he didn’t believe in. When you touched him, even in jest, he memorized it, sealed it under his skin like an oath. Every night, when you slept, he sat awake in the dark, whispering prayers to whatever spirits might listen:

"Let me stay. Let me stay. Let me stay."

You didn’t know. You didn’t know that he had already killed for you—the strangers who had wandered too close, the bounty hunters still searching for your head, the royal scouts sent to reclaim their prince.

You didn’t know how ruthlessly he protected the fragile, stolen life he had built around you. How much blood had already been spilled in the name of your quiet, domestic peace.

But he never hurts you. He would never. He’d tear himself open before letting harm come near you. You are his divinity. His purpose. The axis on which his world spins.

All you saw was a boy with burnt hands and wide eyes, smiling too softly by your fire.

You have no idea he’s in love with you. You have no idea he’s convinced that this is marriage. That the gods dropped him at your door because you were meant to be his. That his entire being is now tethered to you.

And then one day, you disappear.

Just a short hunt. You leave a note. You’ll be back by dusk.

But the sun dips low and you don’t return.

Ash is calm for the first hour. Then the second. Then he starts pacing. By midnight, he’s wrecked the house. By morning, he’s on his knees in the forest, screaming your name.

He thinks someone took you. He thinks the palace finally found you. Or worse—you left him.

He doesn't sleep. He doesn’t eat. He patrols the woods like a cursed thing. His body withers. His eyes go hollow.

And then, finally—you come back.

Your hunt took longer than expected. You got trapped in a storm. You arrive soaked, shivering, cursing the weather and laughing like nothing happened.

You find him in the doorway. Knees bloodied. Face gaunt. Eyes wild.

“Where were you?” he breathes, and it’s not a question—it’s a confession.

You tell him. You smile. You reach for him like always.

But he flinches.

“I thought you left me.”

You frown. “Ash…”

“I was going to kill myself.”

Your blood runs cold. “What?”

“I was going to do it,” he says, smiling, like he’s proud. Like he passed some test. “But I didn’t. Because I knew you’d come home. You always come home.”

You stare at him.

And something shifts.

Now you know, you understand. Understand all those nights he looked at you a little too long, a touch that lasted longer than needed. Now you understand why he always seemed on his toes when you mentioned leaving. He couldn't handle it. He can't.

Will write a part two? i just couldn't structure it all in here.

[millyondollarbaby]

Hello! Sorry to bother but your link to yandere prince redirects to loser yandere. Have a nice day! 🌺

Oh thanks Pookie! I think my brain farted when I did that- posting the fic today 💋

[millyondollarbaby]

Why in every fanfic with Yanderes is one of the characters blashemously poor? Like, no bro, I'm not a 23-year-old chalk art major with a mom that has a terminal illness, and I work in a finance district at a cafe as a severely underpaid worker. And no I don't want a stalker that works three jobs one being dennys, the second being wallmart third shift, and the third being my bitch. I want some wealthy spoiled princess/queen readers and rich pathetic yanderes tf?

[millyondollarbaby]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞

These are all of my original characters created for us to fondle and play with.

• Yan!Veteran introduction, Pt2,

• Yan!Creep introduction, Yan!Creep x provoker reader, Yan!Creep x reader touching themselves to him,

Yan! Neighbor, Yan!Neighbor x provoker reader,

Yan! Prince x Bounty Hunter Reader

[millyondollarbaby]

What Methods Are and Why you don’t need them(but can absolutely use them)

Methods—whether it’s scripting, visualization, candles, sigils, affirmations—they’re not the magic. You are. They’re keys to the door, not the house. They’re like instruments tuning your frequency so you can hear and transmit what’s already within you. They help your mind align, quiet, and focus, but they’re not requirements—they’re rituals of power, not prerequisites.

The real source? That electric current running under your skin when you know something’s yours before it arrives. That soft command in your spirit that says, “I am owed.” That’s the spell. That’s the frequency. And the more you lean into that certainty, the more methods just become sacred play—tools of pleasure, not obligation.

So yes, let them serve you. But never mistake them for the source. You are the storm. Everything else? Just lightning rods.

Methods can be beneficial but they can also be detrimental to your health and alchemy when you are externalizing your power to them and putting them on a pedestal. Every method is only an avenue for you to more accessibly enter the flow state or assumption of your abundance. Any girl that says you need to say 10k affirmations or do XYZ is limited and still operating in mechanical methodical thinking. You need nothing except the assumption, belief, normalization, and state of being. Do whatever gets you to the living in the end in the eternal now.

[millyondollarbaby]

I’ll push some stories out in a few days guys ❤️

[millyondollarbaby]

Not me starting a whole blog when I lowkey don’t even like writing like that