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What’s Wrong With Yandere - A PSA

Hey!!! It’s Claude! I know you haven’t heard from me in a while (wow), but I am here to talk about something not cool in the dangan ronpa oc community. And all other communities? And in general. 

The yandere trope.

More under the cut on why it’s actually super ableist? 

First of all: the word itself.

The term is a portmanteau from the words yanderu (病んでる?) meaning a mental or emotional illness, and deredere (でれでれ?) meaning to show genuinely strong romantic affection.

That’s from wikipedia.  (Scroll down to Y and see the definition of YANDERE)

So that’s a great start, portraying a mentally ill person as VIOLENT or someone who would exhibit abusive behaviors like someone falling under the “yandere trope” does.

Second: the illness usually associated with it is usually not like that at all?

I was diagnosed this year by my therapist with erotomania. Erotomania is a delusional disorder in which an individual deludes themselves into thinking that someone is in love with them. 

Sounds familiar, right? A “yandere” usually deludes themselves into thinking someone is in love with them.

But it’s very extreme. It gives the stigma that ALL people with erotomania are stalkers/killers/would kill/are abusive towards s/o/cannot be in a stable relationship. 

Stalking is very bad, murder is very bad. All the abusive behaviors “yanderes” exhibit are not great. 

You know what else is not great? Generalizing based on someone’s neurodivergencies.

I’m not very eloquent right now because I’m a bit angry, but please feel free to message me for more information on why it’s bad!

IMPORTANT NOTICE:

if you have a “yandere” chara.......thats fine, i guess. im not telling you to change your chara. i have two charas with erotomania....

but you should know that your “yandere” chara IS neuroatypical and if you don’t have those illnesses, you should research them to portray them properly!!

thank you for reading, have a nice day!!

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Getting nervous when the other laughed (had ey said something funny?), Kaguya forced a small smile. Ey nodded, surveying him. He certainly didn’t look like he needed the Neosporin. Ey’d take his word for it.

“Okay...it seems y...you are right. You’re welcome.”

Then there was the ass comment. Kaguya immediately recoiled a bit. Ey did not want to see the ass of a stranger. Most certainly not!

“No. No thank you...and...I believe we should pick up the trash as it is the...p...p...polite thing to do.”

“Not to mention I work closely with the police force. We must clean this mess.”

He didn’t even mean to litter...c’mon Kaguya. 

“You do not have to address me by my full name, Kidou-san shall suffice...and no. I will not...‘try your skateboard’.”

Well, you’re no fun.

He paused before breaking out into delighted laughter. Neosporin? Who needed Neosporin when you’re punk? He shook his head, still smiling.

“Thanks, but I’m good. I don’t think any skin broke or nothin’. And even if it did, I won’t actually die. I’m all set. Thanks, though.”

He paused briefly.

“Besides, if I really needed to use that shit, it’d probably be on my ass, which, like, I get that I have a great one, but nobody wants to see that, right? Or do you…?”

Kenta began boisterously laughing again, standing up and brushing off his shorts.

“I’m just joking. Nah, I figure if we get outta here quick enough nobody will know who to find!”

He winked at eim, but made no effort to run.

“Kaguya Kidou. What, you want me to use y’damn full name every time? I just met you and I already know you need to fuckin’ loosen up a bit, for real. Wanna try my skateboard?”

He dropped it down unceremoniously beside eim, giving a little gesture toward it. His hands reached for his hat to smooth back his hair before replacing it, wide grin still splayed out upon his features.

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Now Kaguya wasn’t one to enjoy standing idly by in one place for too long. Yet, that was exactly what was happening in Hope’s Peak Academy. Boredom was a killer--ey knew that. Occasionally eir mind would entertain the thought of going outside, but without eir bodyguard...ey weren’t so certain that was a good idea. 

Despite eir fears, ey found eimself traveling outside every once and a while...going further each time. This time ey had gotten outisde of eir dorm, book of poetry in hand. Hopefully no one would bother eim, ey had learned ey weren’t good at socializing with people who weren’t criminals. Strange, but Kaguya had gotten so used to them that ey had seemingly forgotten how to interact outside of eir therapy sessions.

So now, Kaguya, with eir trusty poetry book, was walking through, looking for the ideal place to sit. Finding a bench, ey sat down, quickly becoming absorbed in eir poetry. Ey almost didn’t see the person attempt to grind the bench next to eim with their skateboard.

However, ey did notice, and ey let out a startled gasp as that person fell. Not graceful at all--in fact it looked rather painful. The trash can rolled about, trash everywhere.

Kaguya quickly got up as fast as ey had sat down, walking at a brisk pace over to Kenta.

“Oh d..dear! Are, are you okay? W...where is my...where is my Neosporin....?”

Digging into the bag ey were carrying, ey pulled out Neosporin, holding it out to Kenta.

“Be careful! ...I don’t think you would’ve died--don’t say that...Suz--Kenta-san...okay. You...must b...be more careful!”

However, seeing that the other was ultimately fine, ey let out a relieved smile.

“You...you should pick up that trash...hehe, you can get fined for littering. We wouldn’t want something l...like that to happen, now would we?”

Then, realizing ey had completely ignored the other’s request for eir name, ey shook eir head at eir rudeness.

“K...Kaguya Kidou, that’s my name. It’s...nice to meet...you, I suppose...Kenta-san?”

Kenta Suzuki knew how to skateboard; that much was a boon to him when traversing the dangerous campus of Hope’s Peak Academy. That was a joke. It was safer than a military complex on full lockdown. Or something. Kenta didn’t care to make similes of what he considered to be predictable security.

It was boring. While he knew that, coming from where he originally was from, this place was just about heaven, he kind of missed the… Things. Happening. Anything, really. There were occasional club meetings, and Kenta had joined a couple of them, but today, there was nothing for him to do. Nothing at all. Cabin fever had gotten to him.

His skateboard was beat up, the wheels a bit loose, but he didn’t care. He needed to do something, and this was something to do. Spotting another person, he knew what he was going to do. Kicking off and gaining more speed, he decided he was going to grind the bench right next to them. Or, at least, ollie up and just kind of ride it off. Rad as fuck. It’ll probably hold. The board and the bench.

He jumped up, feeling the wind in his face. He landed, feeling the bench underneath his feet. He fell, feeling his ass hit the concrete, rolling onto his back before bobbing back up, managing to stop his skateboard from rolling away, but not managing to avoid the trash can nearby, causing trash to spill absolutely everywhere, can rolling away into the distance. He made no effort to chase it.

At least he probably caught the attention of the other person. He gave a two finger salute, giving a half-grin.

“Sup? I think I almost died, actually. That’d be a pretty fucked up way to meet someone, y’know? Hey, what’s your name? I’m Kenta Suzuki. Call me Kenta.”

The Bostonian was surprisingly calm in light of the circumstances.

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Oh great. Ey had ended up embarrassing eimself even without going to gym. Ey had just assumed that everyone was familiar with Robert Frost’s poetry! Maybe...maybe ey should just save face and not talk at all...

However, it’d be rude not to respond to the other student. Not realizing ey were staring harshly at the other student while ey were thinking upon eir dilemma, ey continued to debate whether to speak up or not.

After roughly two minutes of silence and staring, ey seemed to snap out of eir daze.

“...it’s...from th....this book.”

Ey held up the book of poetry for the other to see. Maybe...no, definitely. Ey decided ey should explain a bit more...

“Robert Frost...it’s...one o-of his most famous poems. The Road Not Taken...my therapist...she said that when I’m feeling down I should m...me...memorize poetry.”

“What do you do...when you’re down--?”

Straightforward as always, Kaguya. Realizing a little after that wasn’t really a question that ey should ask random people, ey grit eir teeth.

“Never mind--please disregard that.”

Leia || (Kaguya +???)

As one would usually expect, the library had been nothing but facilitating in Tohru’s desire for solitary peace as they slowly worked through work assigned just that morning. So, needless to say, there was a heavy pause in their efforts dedicated to staring at the other student clad in confectionery colors across from them.

“…?”

But when ey seemed to pay Tohru no mind, they figured that it was fair enough to do the same. Figured had been the key word, it seemed, since ey were speaking to them but moments later in some rather… cryptic words. Or maybe Tohru was just that out of the loop.

“…Uh?”

They made no effort to hide the underlying ridicule in their voice, but more than that, they just sounded lost.

“Congratulations? Or is there something I’m missing out on here?”

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[Text to: A. Seymour-san] Goya? Oh well. It seems to be close enough. I’m you’re classmate--Kidou Kaguya. Remember?

[Text to: A. Seymour-san] However, I do not mind the nickname ‘Goya’.

[Text to: A. Seymour-san] Also--thank you for explaining that to me. I must’ve been more tired than I thought.

[Text to: A. Seymour-san] Furthermore, conveying feelings to plants seems to be...very effective, I’ve found! I remember one of the inmates wanted a plant. I had many flowers in the room I worked at.

[Text to: A. Seymour-san] They are very calming and they smell nice.

[Text to: A. Seymour-san] What is your favorite flower? Mine is a bleeding heart. 

ø !!!!!!

Send ø for a late night text

[Text to: A. Seymour-san] Hello. I know it is nearly 3:00 AM, but I had a strange thought since I could not fall asleep.

[Text to: A. Seymour-san] Flowers do not understand anything. They do not understand when we talk to them…yet they flourish.

[Text to: A. Seymour-san] I think it because when we talk to them, we exhale carbon dioxide onto them and they suck that in…

[Text to: A. Seymour-san] Or is that trees…?

[Text to: A. Seymour-san] Either way, it’s futile to believe that plants could ever understand our true feelings.

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ø !!!!!!

Send ø for a late night text

[Text to: A. Seymour-san] Hello. I know it is nearly 3:00 AM, but I had a strange thought since I could not fall asleep.

[Text to: A. Seymour-san] Flowers do not understand anything. They do not understand when we talk to them…yet they flourish.

[Text to: A. Seymour-san] I think it because when we talk to them, we exhale carbon dioxide onto them and they suck that in…

[Text to: A. Seymour-san] Or is that trees…?

[Text to: A. Seymour-san] Either way, it’s futile to believe that plants could ever understand our true feelings.

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Texting meme

Send ✆ for a morning text

Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent

Send ☎ for a rushed text

Send ☏ for a loving text

Send ⁇ for a drunk text

Send ø for a late night text

Send ✘ for a hateful text

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Send my character the meanest, most cutting insults and remarks you can think of.

Let's be cruel.

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trans as fuck and ready to fight

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Kaguya froze. Was...was this person unwell? Maybe they were getting sick--they couldn’t be mad at eim, right? Wrong. Kaguya backed a few steps away slowly, before deciding to stand eir ground. Was this person going to scream at eim?

No. Just insults. 

It wasn’t anything Kaguya hadn’t heard before--some of the inmates at the prison ey had worked at were very...liberal with their vocabularies. That was fine. If this person was going to behave like a cornered criminal, then Kaguya was going to treat them like one.

“Do not be angry--it is just a bird. It does not understand the human concept of emotions like we do.”

Then, the bird had flown away. Th...the person looked very angry with Kaguya now, and ey wondered if ey would have to restrain them. However, it looked like ey would not be able too in this case. This person looked like they could overpower eim within a matter of seconds. Oh, where were the prison guards when you needed them...?

“I did not scare it off alone. It was a team effort...Why is this bird so important to you anyway--I have never understood the bond between humans and animals...”

And suddenly, the person was screaming. Kaguya looked distressed at these loud and sudden noises. A m...monster? Kaguya did not understand, ey didn’t understand. Why was this bird so important...?

Despite eir unease, ey smiled. It wasn’t very genuine, but it was still something. As if ey had thought of something, eir eyes lit up.

“Mm...I see. You must have a bird related talent, and that is why this bird is so important. You must truly understand that bond; good for you, I applaud you. But that reaction--you must not understand the bond between humans, do you? That is fine. I do not see it clearly either. Maybe...? Ahh yes, maybe. Much so, yes.”

Way to be cryptic. Were ey really analyzing and trying to pinpoint this poor student’s life story right now?

Don’t touch it.

Beniko very visibly flinched as a strange gurgle seemed to boil in her throat, sounding almost like a sick dog, trying to growl but not putting its spirit into it. Who was this person talking to? Beniko kept her eyes fixed on the bird, trying otherwise to ignore eir words despite quite visibly and audibly reacting in the first place.

Beniko froze completely at eir next words. Her muscles tensed, and she slowly, very slowly, turned to face… Whoever this was. There was hatred in Beniko’s eye. As she further tensed up, staring at eim, Beniko let out a strange rumble, reminiscent of the beginnings of some sort of animalistic scream.

But instead of screaming, she merely spoke.

“You’re filthy, you fr-fuckin’… Trash… Stuffer.”

Nailed it. She paused for a moment then looked back up. The bird was gone. Her eye went wide as she straightened her back, immediately whipping around, turning to try to find it. And it was nowhere in sight. Her eye came to rest on the awful person before her.

“You scared it off…”

Beniko’s small hands balled into fists as she began, just barely… Vibrating? Her eye was narrowed in rage, yet her mouth was quivering, and she began welling up.

Instead of yelling, instead of using words, Beniko merely screamed, imitating a red-tailed hawk. The tears then began as she began shaking even harder. Contrasting with her volume, Beniko choked out one more hoarse whisper, still staring right at whoever this was.

“You monster…”

She considered running, but her knees locked, holding her in place.

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Kaguya had expected nothing less of a nice relaxing day of not interacting with anyone...oh, who were ey kidding? Ey had not been able to relax properly recently, ey never had and ey never would. 

However, ey had found a nice spot with eir back against a locker, and were reading a nice book with a pretty bottled water on the ground in front of eim. Taking a sip of the water and turning the page, Kaguya sighed peacefully. It was nice...however, it wouldn’t last. It never did.

As if on cue, a bird flew past eim. Wait, what!? A bird had gotten into the school--? Oh dear...

Ey were going to go back to reading but, when a person ran past eim, tweeting for some reason, ey stopped.

Kaguya immediately closed eir book, tucking it under eir arm. This...this needed to be investigated further, ey decided against eir better judgment. 

Ey carefully trod a number of feet behind the person, following them to a window. Then that person...that person reached out their hand for the bird and Kaguya flinched.

“Don’t touch it.”

Saying this surprisingly loud (and maybe startling for the bird and the person), ey shook eir head.

“I m...mean, it...could have a disease...they’re...f...f...filthy creatures, you know.”

Wow Kaguya...that’s kind of mean.

Subtlety was not Beniko Nakajima’s strong suit.

Running at full speed, holding down her hat, through the halls of her school was not something she did every day by any means. But those with a sharp eye could understand what was happening - they could catch just a glimpse of the prequel to Beniko’s arrival (and subsequent parting.)

A bird had flown into the school. A small one. Beniko was chasing it, making tweeting noises.

Things came to a rest in a foyer as the bird flew up to a window. Normally, Beniko would breathe a sigh of relief and gently shoo the thing out, but a closed window only served to play spoiler for Beniko’s actions.

Continuing to tweet, she now approached the bird slowly, beckoning for it to come down. She could very likely climb up to meet it, anyone could guess that by looking at her exposed arms. This situation, however, must be dealt with delicately.

“C’mere, little one… I won’t hurt you…”

More words than perhaps most of her classmates hadn’t heard all semester, spoken in a tone belying the normally tense girl’s demeanor, escaped her lips, just short of a whisper. Her eye trained on the small creature as she carefully, almost daintily, held out a single, outstretched finger to serve as a temporary resting spot.

Nevermind the commotion she made on her way to her rescue mission.

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………………..peach man

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status: obliterated by the nikotoru playlist

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Title: Lolitawork Libretto ~Storytelling by Solita~

Album: Shojo Jikakeno Libretto ~LOLITAWORK LIBRETTO~ (2010)

Artist: Kanon Wakeshima