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[saeysooo]

📢 Announcement

I think it goes without saying that all good things must come to an end. The Arcana was something I was once very passionate about and inspired many of my current works that aren’t on this blog… I am very moved that all of you came to enjoy my work and I am honored to have delivered and satisfied hundreds of those in the Arcana fandom with my writing. ♡ But, alas, it’s time for me to really move on now. I believe I am past this phase of my writing now, and have been for a while. I want to go on to write new things that I am passionate about. And of course, I’ll still keep this blog up and you all are free to come back and read my words as you please! But, it’s time for me to start on new things: new works, new headcanons, and a new fandom.

⚠️⚠️ For those of you who are interested in keeping in touch with my future plans and content, I will be writing League of Legends and Arcane headcanons after I am done with my current projects (which should be up around summertime or later this spring), along with what I am working on currently within the fandom. You can find my new blog here: https://saey707.tumblr.com/

I can’t thank everyone enough for all of the fun I had writing on this blog. For all of the love and support you have given me. I hope someday we will all cross paths again (or I will see some of you on my new blog). But for now this is it. I am wishing you all the best 🌟🌟

Goodbye,

Saey ♡

[saeysooo]

♚ yandere julian devorak headcanons {fabrication} ||

♡ tw: NONCON, obsession, psychological dependency, nsfw ♡ gender-neutral apprentice

Every decision... was not yours to make. Every bend and bind of your will was in his hands. Julian Devorak was ill, a hateful man that scorned the world for what they made you: Independent, brave, strong-willed, extroverted... He hated that you were able to think for yourself.

It’s why he must protect you!! Why should you have any rhyme or reason to continuing living with free will? The world clearly doesn’t understand what is best for you! He does!! He knows what would be best for you, and that’s being with him!

“It’s time for you to wake up, pumpkin...” The gentle tickle of his voice brushes against your ear, helping you to sit up. His lips connected with your temple, a hushed whine escaping your lips as he chuckles fondly.

From the morning you woke, to the moment you closed your eyes, he was always there by your side. He awaits your every beck and call! And to this extent, your decisions for what you believed to be better died down... Until you could not decide for yourself any longer.

“Oh... What’s the matter pumpkin? You seem awfully upset...” Julian taps his pointer finger against his bottom lip, rather uncertain.

“Hmm... Does somebody need Julian’s special Devorak kisses? Ah~ You’re so needy~!! But it’s quite alright. I am more than happy to give you just what you need... You don’t have to worry, pumpkin~”

A vile man... How he reveled in the mere sight of your helplessness, your inability to even decide as he playfully danced his lips across the surface of your cheek. The most you can do is stare, obediently lifting your head. But oh... How he dared to take this one step further.

His lithe fingers dragged against your back, swiping you closer to him with a sudden jerk. A cocky smirk toyed onto his lips, eyes an array of emotions- his own twisted obsessions growing desperate. 

With every touch, every trace of his lips, starting from your cheek to your neck, he only foreshadowed what was to come. The fluster of your cheeks a gorgeous red, turning on the man before you. The idea of him pushing you back onto the bed, your little yelps following as he hovered over you. How he wished to just shove himself inside of you right now... Listen to your delicate voice break the harder he went. More, more, MORE!! He wouldn’t be able to stop himself once he got started~!!

Or perhaps... the idea of him dragging you to your knees, his breathing labored as he pushes his hard cock against your lips. And when you failed to part them, his anger would only boil over, grabbing you by your chin, forcefully hoping you would receive the message and the words that follow: “Be a good little magician.”

But now is not the time... Now, he must dress you, assure you are well fed. He must assure your hair is styled to perfection, your face be clear from any sort of blemish. How he loved to do everything on his own~ This is all for you! Can’t you see? There is quite a lot of work to be done!

“How about we dress you first today! I’m sure you would like to get out of these ugly garbs and into something much nicer~”

Perhaps he can read to you some wonderful stories after! 

Later, however, Julian wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of playing around with said thoughts he had in mind. He cannot deny himself of affections he wished to grant you whenever he had the chance.

After all, it wasn’t as if you could say no~ Oh no no no... 

He had perfectly broken the person he simply adored. And oh how he loved the entire mess he had created~!!

author notes: 

- i am sorry for taking a long time to publish this. i had it in my drafts for a while but needed to review it. i’m not too happy with how this ones pacing turned out, but again, i am just getting back and wished to add a little more to it.

- i have been having a rather hard year, so it was very difficult to pick myself up and write again (i apologize if this entire piece seemed rather short). but thank you all for reading, and i hope to try and create more for you, for everyone who still loves the arcana characters as much as i myself still do.

[saeysooo]

Hello! If your not busy , can you do a yandere Nadia? I really love your writing!

I had one in the works last year actually :-) 2020 was a crazy year, and I really needed a prolonged break. But, I’m happy to say I do intend to write more Arcana headcanons and fics this year. See you soon...

[saeysooo]

♚ yandere muriel of the kokhuri headcanons {punishments} ||

♡ tw: psychological horror, obsession, manipulation ♡ gender-neutral apprentice

So his little lamb has finally decided to cross the line? Oh, you aren’t going to like the wolf when he’s angry... While Muriel may not be a firm believer in punishments, his solid, towering presence becomes his greatest advantage... And your greatest weakness!

For the wolf’s presence alone to elicit fear and obedience? Well, he absolutely loves it!! While he does not personally admit it to you, nor himself, he does find a certain distinction in the predator and prey dynamic... But don’t think that he is the predator, oh no no no...

Muriel is a different yandere. He does not yell, he does not scream, he does not use violence. But his punishments are more effective than the entirety of the main six: he is skilled in not only instilling fear, but also making you regret ever hurting him. 

He is a master at the art of manipulation, able to bring out the most vulnerable parts of your forgiving, innocent and pure heart.

“Little lamb... Can’t you see? This is all for you. You’re safe as long as you stay with me... I know I’m not perfect... But I love you so much. At the end of the day, you’re the only home I can go back to.”

By no means are Muriel’s punishments brutal nor abusive. As an individual that was abused- left alone for far too many years- there is no potential way he would wish to harm the one he loves the most. 

Consider Muriel to be the dependent type of a yandere: He simply cannot live without you. 

He beats himself up if you are unhappy with him. You have become a weakness in his closed off heart, an obsession if you must. Any harm to go your way by his hand would be maddening for him.

“No! Please!! Don’t leave me alone... I can’t love right. I wish I could... but I can’t... I can’t afford to lose you, not again... Not like this... Please, little lamb..!”

Don’t. Forget. Him. Do not try to forget him. By any means, if you remove the sachet he has latched to you there will definitely be severe consequences, regrets...

“Why are you trying to forget me? Can’t you see that I’m trying?! Hurting you is the last thing I would do... So why do you do it to me?” His eyes prickle with tears, hands trembling with his teeth clenched. 

Oh how lovely!! His little lamb is hugging him now, embracing his warmth and apologizing to him! He revels in his success, how good he is at taming you, his little lamb. Muriel is very good at making his little lamb come to him, rather than chasing after what he knows will always return to his loving arms.

Muriel acts the the role of vulnerability, weakness. He feigns himself to be an innocent, hurt creature that needs love. You are the prey in this relationship. He will make you feel like it...

[saeysooo]

am i the only one fixated on the fact sea life julian’s outfit looks a lil like flynn rider’s 😳💕✌🏼

[saeysooo]

♚ julian devorak x reader {call boy} ||

♡ Chapter One: The Occurrence ♡ story tw: nsfw, prostitution ♡ rich female reader ; modern au ♡ link to prologue here!

“Asra you didn’t have to do this,” The call boy teased at his sleeves, bluish-grey eyes staring down at the tips of his black-laced, leather-clad feet. Images passed by, lights bright amongst the vast city of Vesuvia. To him, Vesuvia was always better when the sun went down. 

“I’m a grown man. I’m more than capable enough to handle myself.”

But the derisive snort that came from the receptionist’s lips were enough to bring a sneer upon Julian’s face, nose curling discontentedly. Of course Asra still sought to found a way to subtly insult him. Why wouldn’t Asra be mocking him at this time? 

But was that so uncommon? No. 

The two have know one another for years, and Asra knew the call boy like the back of their hand. 

“Stop whining already. This is your first call where new clientele requested you by name! When does that ever happen?” The fluffy haired receptionist teased, hands gripping the steering wheel rather tightly, “And I, uh, looked up her name... Did you know she’s the leading entrepreneur for Vesuvia Enterprise? She’s probably loaded! You hit the jackpot, Ilya!” 

And as much as Julian wanted to convince himself that Asra was just over-exaggerating, it wasn’t a lie; Asra never lied when it came to information on new clients. They pointed out how it was mainly for assurance of workers safety with callers; to assure their staff would make it back to the building the next day.

“I looked at her request form. It seemed like she didn’t want you to do any planning for tonight. All she wrote was that she had it all covered.” The lump in the back of Julian’s throat grew, knowing too well as to why the businesswoman would say such a thing...

—♔—

“H-Hello..?” The auburn-locked man spoke hesitantly into the phone, hands trembling with trepidation. His breath caught in the back of his throat, her voice smooth and daunting with the clever agrestal of wild verdure.

“So~ You’re Julian Devorak?” Sweat rolled down the back of his neck. Julian was never this nervous with a caller like this. Hell, he’d never even spoken with a caller before a meeting! Asra was the one who did all the talking and intel verifications before a request form was issued.

But she was insistent to send a message to him personally, promising to the receptionist that it would just be a moment. 

And by gods did she sound attractive to Julian, her tonality alone daring the mere call boy to speak: “...Yes-” “Hm. Sounds like a bottom’s name.” 

His eyes widened, choking on a way for words. Did he hear her correctly? Why did he feel like his face was on fire? And why was Asra looking at him like that? Questions stormed the back of Julian Devorak’s mind, wandering for a response. 

Finding the courage to speak again though was becoming increasingly difficult. 

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me... Listen Julian Devorak, I am... A very busy woman; I don’t have the time for pointless babble, so let’s cut to the chase why don’t we?” He couldn’t help but listen in, rather insulted with the amount of times she had spoken over him. Nonetheless, Julian’s intrigue got the best of him, sighing in defeat. It seemed like that’s all she wanted to hear, practically feeling her smirk on his ear through the end of the line.

“Tonight, 10 pm. My house. I’ve sent your outfit to your facility. All arrangements are to be my doing; Just bring your cute face in fancy clothes, why don’t you?”

—♔—

“Julian, you know... If something happens you can still call me. I know things are still messy but-” Julian sharply inhaled, “You’re really bringing this up now? Asra. I’m fine, see? I’m wearing these ridiculous clothes and I’m going to be back home to tuck Portia into bed. Everything’s fine! Tonight’s job is no different than any other one I have done. Got it?” 

The silence was penetrating, rancid amongst the space between the two individuals. It seemed like Asra accepted their fate, allowing Julian to bare the weight on his back alone... Like he always has. The red head was the first to break the silence, melancholy laced in his shaky voice. He was nervous to say the least.

“I’ll see you tomorrow... Okay?” And ever so hesitantly, Julian popped open the car door, standing before the building. The farther he seemingly looked up, the more he felt as if the building never ended; Extending upwards to touch the sky with it’s great expanse. Lights illuminated, speckled amongst for him to decipher who were night owls and who weren’t. Before his fingers could touch the door handle, The bellwoman beat him to it, offering a smile the mousy man’s way.

Each and every heavy footstep he took, he managed to venture forth, shoes clacking against the white marble grounds he stood upon, his hand brushing against the receptionists desk, pulling away hesitantly. For a moment, Julian was tempted to tap onto the desk and reach the man’s attention himself.

But when he peaked up from the computer, pushing his glasses down to get a look of the call boy, Julian froze. “Are you new? What’s your name?”

“Oh, right! Uh- Julian Devorak?” The receptionist didn’t even have to look back to his screen to knowingly point a finger to the right. 

Julian furrowed his brows, hesitantly stepping away to go towards where the rather rude receptionist was pointing, seeing a guard raise a hand to him. Breaking the first barrier was more intimidating than the red head thought it would be, though somehow he kept his composure upright.

He was escorted by two security women through the hallway, leading him to a rather pristine elevator square. Iron gates were pulled open by a liftwoman, revealing it to be an old-fashioned escalator. It was her turn to raise a gloved hand, motioning for him to come towards her. Julian sheepishly entered, standing rather distant, idle even beside her. Ding...

“I presume you’re Julian Devorak?” The lady spoke, a small chuckle resonating through the enclosed space. He shifted, sending a nod her way.

“I am... How do you know who I am?” Ding...

“Well, all of the staff here knows of you. Ms. L/N was rather insistent on making you feel welcomed here... I take it the staff wasn’t that sort?” He nodded once more, “They aren’t the brightest. Don’t take it so hard, believe me... I’m Sae; Been operating the elevators for Ms. L/N since I could remember.” 

She took ahold of his hand, giving it a rather hardy shake. Julian stumbling forward from the force of her pull, while retracting his hand back into his opposing one the moment she let go. Her hands rested upon her hips, turning to face forward once again.

“Oh, I see. Well, this may not be the most appropriate thing to ask, but perhaps you would have an answer? Uh... Do you have any advice?” the rotund woman laughed, raising an eyebrow to the lanky and awkward man, “It’s not my place to say anything of Ms. L/N... Between you and me, we shouldn’t even be talking to one another right now.” Ding...

The escalator rode to the topmost floor, the same white marble touching his visage once more. Ivory pillars amazed him and Italianate designs astounded him, butlers pulling the familiar iron doors open for him, revealing the pinnacle of the entrepreneur’s success within her penthouse.

It was almost surreal to Julian, to an extent where he ended up looking back past his shoulder:

“I’ll be seeing you again soon, Mr. Devorak. Best wishes to you.” Ding...

[saeysooo]

love your writing skills so much, especially for Lucio and Julian. the way you write them? amazing. but i’m very curious—what would Lucios “little bird” basically do all day, locked in the Palace? how much freedom does she have really? what are his rules? 🌷💗

I got both your messages. i think this would be a rather interesting take on a request; seeing what the two would do on an average day in the Palace~

[saeysooo]

Soooo,,, I found your account a while ago and I just read your yandere Julian predator/prey post and I couldn't help but image Muriel with the same dynamic (ofc, Julian's one was hella good too) sooo,,, Can I please request a yandere Muriel predator/prey drabble with the reader? Pleaseee?

I have a few ideas for this request, especially since Muriel lives in the forest... I’ll see what I can do~

[saeysooo]

♚ yandere julian devorak headcanons {corrupted} ||

♡ tw: NONCON, manipulation, psychological terror, nsfw ♡ gender-neutral apprentice

He was hooked on the idea of being your first in everything: first kiss, first lover, first date... first person you had sex with... In fact, Julian was desperate to know if you ever had slept with someone. Was there someone who was with you before him? It wouldn’t be possible! You were his from the start, all his!!

“Hey, hey... Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

You barely knew him. Julian changed, far from the man he used to be. He was your best friend, the person you could rely on for just about anything! Maybe that’s what drove him so crazy; Knowing he had the total upper hand above everyone else whenever he ran to your aid. Though, maybe that’s also what made him realize it wasn’t enough...

“No matter how much you hurt me, I’ll always come back for more.”

He took you; Locked you away and threw away the key to your freedom. How long had it been since you have seen another human, other than the deranged doctor. How many drugs had he forced into your system to make you forget? Have delusions of this being the perfect life? How long had it been since you’ve seen the daylight gazing upon your lover?

“That’s better... Now, darling apprentice. Angel. Light of my life... Will you tell me now? Don’t be shy, it’s only me...”

His cold fingers dragged along your jaw, taunting you, daring you to say what he wanted to hear; What would set of the animalistic nature he stowed away for far too long. When you nodded your head, “yes..” he smirked, picking you up in his hold. So you were a virgin! It only meant that he would have to change that... He was absolutely insane, eyes glimmering with a passion that made you want to... scream!! What is he doing?! LET GO! LET GO! LET GO!!!

You felt a plush material surround you, the clacking of Julian’s buttoned jacket, soon falling to the ground. So it was nighttime... A white shirt, white sheets surrounding you, faded blue from the lackluster of light. A heavenly sight to see, his angel glowering upon his bed in fear; Fear reserved for only him. Oh how much he wanted to make you scream; feel your fingers tearing into him until he was bloodied and bruised!!

The masochistic man sat down beside you, gripping your hips until you yelped. He pulled your leg, dragging you practically onto his lap. HIs smile converted into a disgusting smirk, unmatched adoration in every action and look he gave to you.

“I’ll take away all the pain from being trapped in that damned cellar... Just for you to show me that smile again and again!!”

His fingers found way onto your ass, giving it a kind smack, mewls escaping your defiant lips. With trailing fingers, he touched your throbbing area, pushing your clothing past your legs until it fluttered to the floor, your head tossed back from the foreign sensations Julian granted you. Spreading your legs, he pushed himself onto the bed, dragging you over him, your face connecting with his chest, hot breaths touching the surface of his exposed skin. You couldn’t bare to look at him... You couldn’t; That was until his other hand grabbed the back of your head, pulling your hair until your eyes were met with his.

“LOOK AT ME. Look at me while I’m touching you pumpkin!”

“Look at your beautiful skin. I’m going to put so many scars on it... It will only add to your perfection!!”

Your moans only encouraged him, his fingers pushing in and out of you, desperate to hear more. The tears in your eyes were a show to him, his tongue dragging along your cheek to get a taste of divinity. 

“Why are you crying? Aren’t you happy to be with me?!”

“Mmnn Fuck... I can just drown in that sound!!” 

With a groan, he pushed his fingers out of you, rocking his hips against your own, friction building in his tightened pants. You were confused, cheeks flustered from his hard and heavenly grinding against your core... and he submerged himself in every ounce of pleasure.

“Give me a kiss, pumpkin... Kiss me or I’ll slit your fucking throat!”

Once his pants were pulled past his knees, he was absolutely lost, a groaning and whining mess. You squirming atop of him edged him on, eyes rolled back when he lifted you, lowering him onto his throbbing, hard cock.

“Mmm... I love you! I love you!! I WANT TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU UNTIL MY THROAT BLEEDS!!”

Your screams were everything he wanted to hear, the agonizing pain scrambling throughout your entire being when he forced his hips up to slap against yours, driving himself into you to the hilt. He wouldn’t allow you time to adjust, concerned only for himself and how much pleasure he can gain from his tight, virgin lover. 

“I don’t mind if you want to play rough...”

“Ugh, I can get used to this! Mm... Pumpkin- Please-”

He anticipates when you have reached your peak, cum spilling out of you from the pure ecstasy he couldn’t dare to hold back. When you collapse atop of him, his arms snake around you, maniacal laughter invading the space between you two. He was first in everything he had given to you; And he was sure as hell going to be the last.

Even though you want to beat the shit of him, knowing you had full control on top of him, you knew he wanted that... He wants you to be rough with him, pack a rowdy punch until he was a horny mess all over again... Would you be kind enough to give him that satisfaction?

[saeysooo]

♚ yandere nadia satrinava headcanons {punishments} ||

♡ tw: psychological terror, possession, manipulation, isolation ♡ gender-neutral apprentice

“WHERE ARE YOU?! YOU SELFISH BRAT!!”

You were on the run. Left, right? Was there even a coherent pattern to evade the Countess? No... She knew your trail like the back of her hand. The patter of your feet against the floors, the way she can see your flowing figure with every turn you took... She caught you.

“This isn’t no longer a democracy, my precious flower!! You are staying here. THAT IS FINAL!!” 

It was when Nadia took the key, swinging the door closed in a single, fluid motion that you were sent into hysterics. Perhaps it was the banging on the door that both pleased and pained Nadia, wanting desperately to let you out and hold you in her loving arms; Tell you that she was just playing a cruel joke on you, that she was always there.

But you needed to be punished. You brought it upon yourself when you ventured into Lucio’s wing without Nadia’s consent, looking for answers that would never be found as to how the late Count died; How he died by Nadia’s hand so you can stay beside her...

The Countess would be perfect at picking punishments, believing it to be the best method to keep her partner in line, knowing their place. Of course, she would never resort to violence as punishment; but she knew the perfect ways to psychologically fuck you up, manipulate you to be her flawless, obedient pet!

You were peaceful once more when Nadia found you, asleep in the corner of the solitude room she left you in. Lithe, golden brown fingers traced your sleeping face, her smile widening with wild delusions.

“It’s no wonder why people want pets to live longer~”

The moment you shot up, clinging to her for solstice, Nadia knew she had you wrapped around her finger. Everything was fixating itself into perfection, and Nadia was the ideal queen moving her little pawn.

“You look so innocent... But I know you are not. Precious flower, I know this is not my fault. Whose is it? I think we both know the answer... It’s you, you are correct. Have you learned your lesson? Nadia is always right isn’t she? Don’t. Disobey me. Again.”

But she caught you again. How can you ignore her word?! You need to run, hide. GO NOW; ESCAPE WHILE THERE’S STILL TIME!!

“Where are you?! You selfish brat!!”

For the first time in a long while, she found herself panicking. Why couldn’t she find you? Where did you go?! She found her perfect ending crumbling to pieces, her heart shattering with absolute terror as her cries agonized her lungs. She was an absolute, batshit crazy mess. 

“No, no, NO!! YOU CAN’T ESCAPE!! We were so close to our perfection! Don’t leave me, darling flower! I’LL DIE WITHOUT YOU!!!” Her voice bounced off walls, the sound of her breathing heavy with woes, anger, and worry, “Ludovico... Bludmila... Close the gates! FIND THEM, FIND THEM!!”

You couldn’t hide forever. She was going to find you; Hold you in her arms again and tell you how your mistakes only proved you were trying. Perhaps the worst punishments of all aren’t being alone, but instead being with her.

“I found you, flower~”

[saeysooo]

thank you all so much for 100+ followers! i barely started writing a month ago and i have received nothing but kindness from you all. 

and because of my lack of content these past few days, i decided this will also be a posting update:

with the amazing amount of support and adoration given to “call boy” i decided i will be making it a whole series! chapter one will be released soon so do keep on the look out if you are interested in it. if you haven’t read it yet, you can find a link to it here.

i will still be taking requests, but with working on a new story means that headcanons will potentially be a slower process. thank you for all the patience you have given me and please refer to the queue if you wish to see request status’, especially if you have requested something recently.

i cannot thank you all for the outstanding support you all have given me and my writing. i hope that i can continue to write more delusional, vile content for you all to read throughout our time together here and through quarantine. ♡

[saeysooo]

♚ yandere arcana ; main 6 headcanons {crybaby} ||

♡ tw: psychological terror, possession, manipulation, murder ♡ gender-neutral / female apprentice

♜ asra alnazar ; tag, you’re it ♜

They were your master, you their apprentice; But that relationship wasn’t enough to suffice Asra. NOT EVEN CLOSE! They wanted to be yours... Or more so they wanted you to be theirs!

They would watch you through your windows... In fact, they would follow you everywhere! You were so perfect to them, especially whenever you would get undressed after a long day of training. Your soft skin, the adoring stare in your innocent gaze... And yet you had no idea who was watching you behind open curtains.

“You’re so cute! I can just cut you up!”

“Let’s go on an adventure together... What do you say, darling? No..? It’s funny how you think you have a choice!!”

“Then how about we play tag~? If I win, you’re mine. If you win... Well, you’re still mine! You’re mine, ALL MINE!! Run darling!! RUN!”

Maniacal laughter invaded your thoughts, crawling across your skin as you ran for you fragile little life.

They pushed you to the ground, holding you in their dominating grip. At a loss for words, it was too late to scream for help, cry. And even if you did, they wouldn’t let you go!! YOU LOST THE GAME!!

They had no idea before... That YOU were their poison; the bittersweet wonder that they were always searching for on all their adventures into the unknown. There was no way they can give up such a rare flower!

Fluffy, white hair tickled your cheek, their lips dragging across your skin, leaving the mark of their adoration upon you.

“My mother used to tell me that I should pick the best lover... Oh, I love it when I hear your breathing... I know that you won’t ever leave me!”

Where were you...? CAN ANYONE HEAR?! HELP, PLEASE!! ...Ha, you’re talking to yourself!! Silly apprentice, they trapped you in their oasis~!!

♜ julian devorak ; mad hatter ♜

He’s absolutely. Fucking. INSANE.

Julian Devorak was CRAZY for you! Perhaps it was the drugs he experimented with that drove him to his insanity... Or not!

“WHERE IS MY PRESCRIPTION?!”

Maybe it was just the sole factor that you were the only person that showed so much attention to him!! He drowned himself in your touch, the mere sight of you. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do just to hear you call him such endearing things; things only reserved for HIM!

“Wonderland is wherever you are, pumpkin!!”

There wasn’t one dream where you weren’t in it; driving him absolutely nuts. There were so many wondrous things the two of you would do: Skinny dipping in a rabbit hole, painting roses red with his blood, getting high together off helium. Or perhaps the two of you can get drunk off a blue caterpillar and fool around?

The feeling of you being in his mere presence made him want to tear the skin off of him, he wanted so badly just to hold you!!

“IT’S ALWAYS JULIAN NO, JULIAN PLEASE JUST LISTEN! Pumpkin, you DON’T UNDERSTAND! My brain is absolutely SCATTERED whenever you are around, can’t you see!?!”

And by lord how much he loved roleplaying in the bedroom with you. He would go as far as to make costumes and everything to get the scene he wanted to play out absolutely perfect!

“How about this~ Oh I know let’s do some improv acting!! It can be a drama! You can be Alice, and I’ll be the Mad Hatter!”

No matter who you told, nobody would accept or believe that Julian was absolutely insane. He was beyond a histrionic, and it was all because of you. You did this to him. You made him fall in love so fucking hard it drove him mad. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! 

♜ nadia satrinava ; cake ♜

Everything about you was absolutely divine to the Countess. They would bend over backwards to make you happy, to have you stay in their loving gaze. Even if you wanted to leave... She wouldn’t allow it! Can’t you see?! YOU’RE ALL HERS!

Every night you would return home, Nadia felt as if a huge part of herself was missing. You were perfect to her, don’t get her wrong... But there was one ingredient to you missing that was stopping you from being absolutely divine: Her love.

You were warm to her like an oven, your kisses upon her cheek always so sweet like sugar. Your fingers were silk-like, every single time you touched her. Your skin tasted like buttercream and you smelled like vanilla! Every sense she felt around you was filled with empty calories... Calories that would never satisfy her until you were all hers.

You saw her as nothing but a friend... And oh how much she hated that. The thought of you not being more than such a berating title made her skin crawl, her jaw tightening with anger. 

It was when you started dating someone else that she felt more than betrayal... Oh no she went ABSOLUTELY. FUCKING. MAD. 

“I am NOT a piece of cake, flower!! How can you just discard me like I didn’t love you more than them?! HOW CAN YOU LEAVE ME WITH NOTHING BUT A FROSTED HEART THAT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE YOURS?!”

“I planned everything out perfectly when I was with you!! The dates, the outfits, the sex! ALL OF IT!!”

Nonetheless... she found a way to forgive you. That’s what a Countess does, forgive those who have made mistakes!! Oh how much you will miss your lover... But it will be okay! Soon you will have another!!

“I’m taking back what’s mine... And showing you a slice of heaven that you can have when you are mine. Not that you weren’t already mine~!”

♜ muriel of the kokhuri ; teddy bear ♜

What was once his cold, exposed heart? He couldn’t even remember anymore. Despite all his attempts to push you away, isolate himself once more... You showed him love, gave him a space in your heart that was unmeasurable. And he didn’t want to admit how much he loved it.

You could never be scared of Muriel, knowing he was just a big teddy bear! You found it absolutely endearing whenever he talked in his sleep, saying all the things he would do to you, nervous beyond belief!!

It was when you started finding knives under his pillow in the morning, crumpled photos that he had drawn of you, destroyed pieces of wood that he whittled of you... That doubt began to sprout in the midst of your naive heart. Should you be scared?

What was once a comforting and quiet energy... Became malicious and violent. His love for you seemed to only extend farther than what you could perceive “healthy.” How can love become so violent?! What happened to the sweet, gentle giant that sparked a newfound feeling in his mind?!

There was only one thing you wish you did... RUN.

It was when you disposed of the myrrh he had given you to forget him... That he went absolutely mad. How can you just try to dispose of him?! ACT LIKE YOU DIDN’T KNOW HIM? HOW COULD YOU??!

What was a normal, rainy day was filled with nothing but sheer terror. He was inside your home!! WHO WAS HE?! ... YOU’RE SCARED! But oh how you had brought this upon yourself!! SO WHAT IF YOU’RE FUCKING SCARED?!

You were unprepared when his heavy breaths radiated off of the walls, bouncing around inside your mind... He was absolutely silent... When he tried to bring a knife down upon you.

♜ portia devorak ; dollhouse ♜

There was nothing Portia wanted more than for you and her to be a perfect couple, someday a perfect family even. Pepi, you, and her... Alone in her cottage, living a domestic life. How wonderful does that sound? Absolutely HEAVENLY to her, that’s for sure!!

To the public, you and Portia were, in fact, the perfect couple! She was absolutely angelic to anyone who met her eye, and you were her darling lover, an endearing doll of hers that she kept close to her. She opened the walls of her home to you, to her heart!

But soon people started to see something... different between you two. Were you really as perfect as you looked?

She’s coming... SHE’S COMING!! Swinging the attic door open, her wide smile offered an array of madness that couldn’t begin to be assessed. Her giggles filled your ears, what was once something you loved became something you came to fear. 

When was the last time you truly thought for yourself? Portia did everything for you. She coddled you, fed you, dressed you, did your makeup, told you when you can speak, when you were to sleep. There wasn’t a moment where you were anything else but her rag doll, controlled and motivated under her loving hand.

“You were absolutely wonderful today, doll!! The way people looked at us. We’re perfect together!! EVERYONE THINKS IT, DON’T YOU?”

No matter how perfect everyone thought the two of you to be, you saw what everyone else didn’t see of Portia... How terrifyingly. Fucking. Insane she was.

But this is all your fault. You tried to run, tried to ruin the perfect facade Portia built up in her head. She just had to take things into her own hands to make sure you stayed! AND NOW LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!!

♜ lucio morgasson ; milk and cookies ♜

What else is there to say?! He LOVES YOU!! 

He locked the doors of the palace at night. He needed to know you were there with him, in his arms, sound asleep... But when you tried to run, Lucio lost his trust in you; Trust that you can be alone.

“YOU SHOULD THINK TWICE BEFORE YOU TRY TO FUCKING CALL FOR HELP AGAIN, LITTLE BIRD!!”

Every night became the same; Lucio spiking the milk that put you to sleep; enough poison in it where he would be able to bend you to his will. Day by day, you grew weaker, unable to think for yourself. He took his chance to hold you then, singing a lullaby to you until you were... absolutely... knocked out...

“Do you want me, little bird? Of course, I’ll hold you!! I’m here!”

When the plague hit, did Lucio care? Absolutely not!! All that mattered was that you were with him, until death did you part! But when Lucio got sick, ill-ridden with the plague... He needed a final resort... Something that would assure you both would be TOGETHER FOREVER

“I baked you cookies, darling bird. Do you like them? ...Do you want to know the secret ingredients? Well, it’s a little bit of sugar... And a LOT of poison! ...Oh look how tired you’re getting. Perhaps I should put you to bed? The plague can’t kill you if I do first~! But don’t worry!! I’ll be join you VERY soon, my beautiful bird!”

He held you close to him, the sickening look in his reddened eyes absolutely deadly, filled with lust. There was nothing more soothing than seeing the pure innocence on your face when you were asleep. He sang you a final lullaby, before he set the room aflame... Ashes, ashes... If he was going to die, you were going to go down with him!! Amongst the fire surrounding him, he found solstice in knowing you were waiting for him, beckoning him to join you in the supple whisper of death. Because even in death... You couldn’t escape him; Death couldn’t do you part!

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*Author’s Note: I re-listened to the crybaby album and heard certain lines in different songs that set off my yandere writing radar. I stayed in my seat for 4 hours writing this as well... So I really hope you enjoyed!

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[saeysooo]

♚ yandere count lucio headcanons {ownership} ||

♡ tw: possession, manipulation, psychological terror ♡ gender-neutral apprentice

If there was anything Lucio wanted more than the entire universe, it was assuring you would always be happy... With him. He was selfish, absolutely obsessed with you!! When he was willing to go great lengths to keep you as his own, his last resort was becoming the devil. The power and confidence coursing through his veins... He felt like he can do anything with such a sublime feeling! The fool would deny him no longer!!

You struck a deal with him. Oh how much Lucio loved a good bargain~ And what was this bargain you may ask? Why, to save your friends of course; Let them live their lives, safely and happily in the human realm... Even if you never would again! 

Life wasn’t so horrible in the devil’s realm with Lucio. Of course, isolation didn’t prove to be ideal, but at least you were safe under his watch. He wouldn’t so much as let a fly touch you!! You were HIS and he took great pride in caring for what he deemed such!

“Oh, baby bird~ Playing outside I see? What did I tell you about coming out here alone? ...You’re not trying to escape are you?! No, no, no, NO!! You know better than anyone that there is NO ESCAPE!! You’re mine, MINE!!”

“Little bird, come here... I got you a present! Shh don’t cry, I want nothing more than to reward you! It’s a collar... And I want to put it on you! Oh if we were in the human realm this would be so expensive! Look at me! LOOK AT ME WHEN I PUT THIS ON YOU!!” 

You would be his beautiful, caged bird, where he can mold your reality to his will!! You would be his perfect little prize, his reminder of his success when he would someday merge the arcana and human realms!

“What does your collar say?! WHAT DOES IT SAY?! Property of Lucio, that’s right! So no more squawking unless it’s my name! ... However, I would like to hear you sing, my pretty bird~!!”

Whenever traveling magicians visit his realm, especially to strike a deal, you were to be at his side. He would pridefully sit upon his throne, the leash to your collar in his hand. With you on this lap, there was nothing stopping him from being able to perfectly manipulate those who dared to cross his path. There was no way you can call for help if he made it known to his little pawns that you were his~ And only his of course!!

“Darling bird, light of my life. Isn’t it nice to know that I am the only man that will ever love you this way? This fucking much~?”

[saeysooo]

hello! sorry to bother you but... may I request a yandere julian who really mentally messed up his s/o badly that they don't think for themselves anymore, that they've become really obedient and submissive towards julian. Julian loves his creation and most likely babies his s/o and does whatever he wants to them? (I really love the way you write about Yandere julian) and if you dont wanna then that's alright!

♪ i think ♪♪ you know ♪♪ where this aboutta go ♪ ;)

[saeysooo]

♚ julian devorak x reader {call boy} ||

♡ Prologue: The First Call ♡ tw: nsfw, prostitution ♡ rich female reader ; modern au

Another late night call... Just how many nights had it been since he had starting doing this? Leaving strangers houses, slipping between closed doors after the payment was drawn, potentially wrecking multiple marriages... Hell, if he couldn’t even remember, it was surely too many for him to begin counting. “You can leave now, Julius.” “It’s Julian...” He muttered under his breath, slipping his pants back on hastily. A wince escaped the ginger’s lips when he stood, pained from how rough the woman had been with him. Her nails traced along his belt line, Julian freezing at the sudden touch. Of course, it wasn’t as if he was unfamiliar with the intimate knowledge of pain, especially in his line of work. He seemingly recomposed himself, beginning to scour the ground in search for his shirt and boots in the dim-lit dwellings of the caller’s home. “Whatever...” She scowled, voice muffled from the pillow clasped below her face, “Your payment is on the table.”

Before she could even get the chance to inform him, he was before the table, clutching the minuscule, white envelope between lithe fingers. It was how all payments were made: White envelopes, enclosed with the payment and labelled with the number of hours in black ink. He tore into the envelope, every dollar enclosed within it rewarding him of another nights work. But there was one problem... “You’re short.” His head raised when he spoke, peripheral vision shifting to the woman, rather annoyed that she tried to stiff him of an hour, “This only covers four hours and I was here for five.” He walked over to the girl, eyebrows furrowing in frustration when she seemingly ignored him.

“And? What’s the big deal, Julius?” Julian plucked her wallet up, tossing it to her, holding his phone up with one hand. “Your call log states the payment is one thousand seven hundred fifty... You’re short three hundred fifty. Every logistic you sent, from the location, dress code, and reservations were followed and tailored to your time and attention.” He explained, the woman growing irritable with how persistent he was. It wasn’t the first bad call Julian has had, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last: “Take your money and get out, call boy.”

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“Bad call last night I presume?” Receptionist and close friend, Asra Alnazar, queried the ginger, once he slumped beside their counter. “Worse... Got stiffed three-fifty.” It was then Asra’s turn to wince, patting the call boy upon his back. With the beckoning look in his colleagues eyes, he could tell Asra wanted to know more of the story. Per usual, it wasn’t the first time Julian’s blabber mouth slipped, especially with one of his more stubborn clients. Anxiously, the bean stalk shifted, exhaling a sigh in displeasure. “She got mad when I told her she had money...and it wouldn’t kill her to pay the right amount.” A stifled laugh escaped the golden brown receptionist’s lips, “You’re kidding? You know talking back to a caller can lower your ratings, especially if they give you a bad review.”

A whine threatened the pirate-like man’s lips. He knew he was right in his accusations, but he shouldn’t tell his callers off if he didn’t get paid. But really, did Julian really care about his reputation as a call boy? Absolutely not. While the money was rather essential towards paying for his college classes, providing for his sister, and maintaining his life, it certainly didn’t mean anything. Many callers were focused on the looks rather than the actual ratings anyway: A pretty face in sexy pants; Someone that can fuck them up more ways than physically. “I assume you are still trying to pay for your med school classes?”

That question caught Julian off guard. Since when did Asra ever care about what he did with the money he received? “How did you-” “Your sister stopped in... Said she was looking for you last night ‘cause you didn’t go home until three am...” A pit of pure guilt overwhelmed Julian. She was worrying about him still? Of course, he understood why, he never told her why he always looked so ill-stricken and bruised when he got home... He never told her for a simple reason. Portia was too young to know about his endeavors and the last thing Julian ever wanted was for his little sister to ever know what his occupation was; He was reserved to keeping his career and how he made so much money confined to himself.

“She worries Julian. You go home beaten and worn down because of the callers. She just wants to spend time with you, the money doesn’t mean anything to her...” Asra turned their swivel chair hesitantly, placing a hand upon the auburn-haired man’s shoulder, “You should tell her what you do- Why you do this-” Did they cross a line? “I can’t. She’s too young and wouldn’t get it so can you just drop it?” He sneered, crossing his arms rather insecurely. He pushed Asra’s hand off of him, broodingly looking away before he can be confronted once more. A frown formed upon Asra’s lips, their gaze seemingly chastising him. They knew Julian was dramatic, but it seemed to him like this was something that was a soft spot for him. 

Ring... It was when the phone rang that Asra fixed their composure, Julian’s eyes adverting towards the ground stubbornly. More than likely it was a call for Nadia or Lucio; they were their business’ most renowned call escorts. Ring... Julian dragged his fingers along the counter; What was a call boy without a caller? Asra shifted, reaching towards the telephone with polished precision. Ring... When they picked it up, honey-like words effortlessly allured, their natural charisma urging the caller to digress. “You’ve reached The Arcana... This is Asra speaking, how may I be of assistance? Hmm... A new caller I presume? Tell me miss, what are you looking for...”

There was no doubt in the future doctor’s mind that the newfangled caller would be directed to Nadia. She was experienced, poised and absolutely elegant as many callers described her. Or perhaps someone as bratty and animalistic as Lucio would be an option... Who wouldn’t want that in a first time experience? And yet Julian’s intrigue didn’t fail to amaze him when he heard what Asra spoke next:

“I see... You wish to be directed to Julian Devorak?”

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“He’s a call boy, and she has a lot of money.” *Authors Note: I decided to write something a little new outside of requests and finally have finished this introduction. What do you think about Call Boy? If you like it, let me know! I would love to see where this story can go and I hope you all would like to as well...

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[saeysooo]

♚ dark count lucio headcanons {chastity} ||

♡ tw: nsfw, noncon, psychological torture, obsession ♡ gender-neutral apprentice

Purity and innocence was generally symbolized with the color white... But you were an untouched flower, something much more divine in the eyes of a certain blond Count... And Lucio had an obsession. You were an absolute angel to him, something of his that was uncontaminated and real; Unlike all of the mistakes he has made, he was positive you weren’t one of them... And he was going to keep it that way.

He pinned you down, leering over your beautiful, untouched figure. He was the only man that would ever get to touch you like this; holding you down so powerfully. He came to admire all of you; Everything of you that he himself couldn’t have. Yet, you looked... scared under his hold, his scornful face taunting you. And he loved it; The sweet, beautiful fear upon his little baby bird’s face. He needed to see more...

Afraid that he was someday going to do something he would regret, Lucio had made the hard decision to lock you into a chastity belt, absolutely desperate to keep you pure. He kept his eyes off of you as he locked the tormenting accoutrement into place, pulling you close to his figure... How horrible was he for wanting you already?

The temptation to just unlock that damned belt; fuck you, make you scream and purr out his name every time he slammed into you..! Oh it was absolute hell for him!! How can he think such salacious thoughts about his baby bird? What in his right mind was torturing him to think so lasciviously?! He wanted more than anything to see that gorgeous expression on your face when your hips were grinding against him, begging him to stop being a tease with innocent want.

When Lucio masturbates he is absolutely consumed with his own desperations to touch you, take you. Self gratification became a regular thing for him, his ever growing desires trying to consume his fucked up mind. He’ll go slow with himself, gradually speeding up the more he fantasized about you pleasuring him, rocking against his hardened dick.

Lucio would never admit he is a bratty little bottom; that just wants you! He wants all of you.. But he can’t have you!! He did this to himself and look how much it’s killing him!

“Oh little bird... Are you just as innocent as you look?”

Perhaps it was the look on your cute, flawless face that drove Lucio absolutely mad, driven by his wretched desires to act now.

Lucio found great pleasure in slamming you against the door of his bedroom... His hands locked onto your hips, pressing your beautiful ass against his tightened pants. Heavy breaths reached the cusp of your ear, his growls deeming just how crazy you were driving him. He wants you. He wants more than this! More, more, and MORE!!

“Ugh, stop struggling... Just admit it, little bird... You want to be fucked by me... Say it... You enjoy what I do to you... You like how I make you feel, how my hard cock feels against your little ass... Don’t you, little bird~ You love how I can deny you of something so simple? It’s amazing isn’t it?! You’re so dirty!!”

His grip was bruising, the tight grasp on your hips unbearable. What was even more so was when he began to rock himself against you... trailing hands making way up your body... his arms wrapping around your torso... until he started dry humping you. 

The air was desolate, consumed with his deep, breathy moans. The friction against his tight cock drove him to the edge... But he was greedy. It wasn’t enough for the needy Count. He was frustrated beyond belief, longing for more. He picked up his speed, his moans shortening into apoplectic grunts. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby!! ... God, where the FUCK is the key?!”

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[saeysooo]

thank you all for your support! your kind messages keep me writing. ♡