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☘ love like a broken pot || DARK CONTENT

yandere! crime lord x second hand in charge! reader/you

tw : minor & major injuries, manipulation, degradation of self-worth, intimidation and implied murder.

Yandere! Crime Lord who found you when you were nothing; a mere husk covered in scars from a previous crime lord that had been too rough with you and he took it as a challenge to rebuild you; a better you. 

Yandere! Crime lord who is not well-liked in the underworld because he’s known for taking disposable men that were traitors or new people that had either defied death under his wings because the other families would’ve killed them already.

Yandere! Crime lord who isn’t afraid of causing harm to you or to others that are teetering on the edge of betrayal because he’ll purposely step on past wounds of the crew for his benefit. 

He sat on the edge of the bathtub, wearing plastic gloves stained with various mixtures of colors on the once white tank top. Your stained hands applied the tin foil strips to the newly dyed pieces of hair. 

“You’re my favorite,” he said. “You know this, don’t you? You can talk, I’m not mad at you anymore.”

“I.. I know.” Your hands finished folding the last piece of tinfoil on his hair. “But what happened to Ja—“ 

“He betrayed me, he betrayed us,” he explained. “After that stunt he decided to take a swim. Don’t even mention those who betrayed us.”

Yandere! Crime lord who often dyes his hair strange colors and never lets you choose the colors because he has a dartboard to help him choose his dyes but you often have to go and buy the dyes for him.

Yandere! Crime lord who often patches your wounds that you got from missions that he sends you on and enjoys it when you bring back trophies for him to show that you complete the mission. 

Yandere! Crime lord who likes it more when you bring him simple trophies from the mission like a bloodied golden tooth, a switchblade that he eyed; the way it twirled in the hands of the person that didn’t deserve it, golden cufflinks that he could wear or rings that he could add to his fishbowl that he has; enjoys the weddings rings because they are pairs. 

He finished washing his hands, seeing you closing the trunk. Blood remained on your cheek, turning to him. His hand pulled you by the collar of your shirt, eyes stared into your very being; he could break you if he wanted too.

“You’re getting sloppy,” he threatened. “Too sloppy to be exact, next I’ll have the cops at my door because of your sloppiness. Do I need to get Marcus to do your job?“ 

“I’m not getting sloppy,” you confessed. “Just have too much on my plate.”

He let go of your collar, eyeing you up and down and a simple smile carved on his lips. 

Yandere! Crime lord who purposely little by little stops giving you the attention that you as you were slowly getting replaced by someone better than you but still keeps an eye on you somehow; has your schedule written somewhere. 

Yandere! Crime lord who enjoys seeing you wallow in your misery and how you’re discarded ever so quickly by other caporegrimes because you were chipping away at your own patience. 

Yandere! Crime lord who fails to notice the planted bugs inside of his gentleman’s lounge because he’s too busy answering the phone in the miniature barber shop. 

Your eyes looked at the ruins of the gentlemen's club and the hands that caused it. You didn’t mean it, didn’t you? You turned around seeing his long shadow on the floor, covering your hunched form and flipping the golden lighter open and close; eyes that threatened to burn your skin. 

“I didn’t give you an order to cause this.” He gestured to the blood trail that was smeared into the miniature barbershop. “Clean this up.” 

He went from behind the bar, disappearing for a moment and pulling a first aid kit. He walked towards you, handing you the first aid and his hand caressed your lower cheek and neck. Your eyes watered, hands trembling desperately clutching his sleeves and staining the sleeves with someone’s blood; it hurts…

“Why did you betray me?” He asked. 

He twisted the blade further causing a gasp escaping your lips. 

“Just to think I was going to let you finally go to a normal life,” he berated. “But you couldn’t keep your lips shut, singing like a canary to the police.” 

He pushed you away, watching you stumble around. He sat down next to your hunched wounded form, blood formed a small puddle around you and his hand tightly gripped your chin and turned it to face him. 

“You must not be feeling the pain.” He pressed on one of the many open wounds. “There you go.” 

Your blurred eyes watched them pull him away, the ringing in your ears continued. Unfamiliar warm hands that pulled you up onto emergency gurney and looking up at the dusk sky; seeing the colors fade into each other. You looked over to him while he was seemingly being handcuffed, placed into the cop car but he never broke eye contact.

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hi hi!! can you do some cyberpunk dividers in blue and purple? thank you so much!!

hello @hxnahakiis ! I have a past post here which is mostly purple & blue, but here are some cybercore dividers similar to my last post for you <3

have a good evening :)

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Hi there! I love your dividers and your headers and they have given me so much inspiration! I would absolutely love to request your take on Wisteria themed dividers and headers! Think Bridgerton and lacy, I guess?

Sorry if this has already been done!

<3

Hi! This sounds so pretty! I mixed some wisteria graphics with some swirls and designs that reminded me of the regency area, so you can mix-and-match! Hope you like these! 💕

[Free] Masterlist Headers & Dividers!

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— room service !

Yandere! Race car driver x Reader / you

tw : inaccuracies with race cars

His smile widened for the camera, his hands adjusted the cap’s brim before tightly hugging his crew chief after the win. He turned to the reporter, his back leaned on the car door; look approachable.

“Second time cup winner Richard Temples had the enviable goal of going against a three time champion.” The reporter offered their microphone to him. “Talk to us about your thoughts during the final laps.”

“It was tough but exhilarating.” He smiled; his face aches. “Didn’t think that I would be able to win against them.”

His gloved hands held the microphone while his mind wandered to you who had come to his doorstep with a broken dream and trying ever so desperately to get your hands back on the top that you had desperately worked hard to be in. A somewhat genuine smile appeared on his lips; his idol asking him to help them. He accepted your broken dream and helped you; watching you bloom back into the driver you were.

“What are your plans after winning?” the reporter’s snapped him back into reality. “Is vacation in the cards or will you continue practicing?”

“Go home and continue practicing,” he replied.

His eyes darted towards the microphone that was shoved into his closed hands by another reporter whose hands held pictures of what it seems to be him and a face that he couldn’t seem to make out since their thumb covered it. My idol. It wouldn’t hurt to answer a question or two about his idol, right?

His brows furrowed together hearing the outrageous questions being asked to him and questions that seemingly involved you seeming intending to come back to your former status and not be his teammate for the sponsor and some questions formed about the types of vacations taken, any planned contracts, and the relationship between him and his idol—you; debating to answer the truth, it was indeed romantic, right?

He held the champagne stained trophy, signing photographs and merchandise that the fans eagerly wanted him to sign. He tilted his cap down to try and cover his face from the scalding sun that wanted to peel his rosy face off.

He peeled away the fake smile that decided to stay plastered on his lips, his hands that held his phone close to his ear to hear your voice that would occasionally cheer him up but instead he heard a voicemail, repeating the same words each time he called you.

His hands caressed your cheekbone, your eyes merely looked up at the intricate ceiling inside the home that you both shared. Your head rested on his lap and both of you were still in your racing suits; decorated with logos of sponsors and vibrant colors to represent the team. The racing helmets were close together on the nearby wooden coffee table.

“You didn’t answer the phone.” He said, “Why didn’t you answer the phone?”

“Practice,” you replied, ”I was practicing for a bit. Front wing ended up breaking off but nothing else happened.”

His thumb traced the rough skin on your outer palm, scarred from a previous but minor accident that happened on track.

“You should be my teammate,” he said.

“You already have a teammate,” you replied, “besides I’m not ready to go back. I need to continue training.”

“It would be a shame if something happened to them,” he replied. “I think you’ve been practicing too long.”

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— favorites

yandere!fan x celebrity!reader/you

Yandere! Fan whose obsession started long before you became even more famous and adored the small plays that you performed with others for the town.

Yandere! Fan who always felt that you were always speaking to them because you looked at them from the crowd; you chose them not anyone else.

Yandere! Fan who sneaks in and somehow goes unnoticed and always leaves your favorite flowers, snacks or drinks in your dressing room when you’re on stage performing.

Their eyes watched you turn and smile while the spotlight burned into your skin and the exhaustion that was engraved into your face underneath the theater make-up. Watching you hold hands with your castmates and bow before leaving the stage.

Their hands unfolded and folded the playbill, their eyes noticed the well dressed man who you were talking to while holding a bouquet mixture of your roses and baby’s breath; they would’ve your favorite flower. Seeing your smile widen and immediately going to your friend cast member to excitedly tell them new information.

Yandere! Fan who notices you gone from the town and worries because they haven’t seen you in your scheduled routine that they know like the back of their hand and they smile, seeing a movie poster with you.

Yandere! Fan who wastes all their money to buy every single one of your merchandise and if you are apart of a group, they will not hesitate to cut away the other members in the merchandise just to have only you because you were more important than the others.

Yandere! Fan who always updates themselves on your favorite things and will send gift baskets that are specifically designed for your liking which they will use a fake name like a co-star’s or a very close friend or an imaginary friend that you had.

Your smile widened with joy, taking the gift basket and heart fluttered with joy; a wonderful birthday gift. Your hands flipped open to see who gifted you the wonderful gift and the smile chipped away.

Trembling hands that grabbed the ringing phone and the ground underneath your feet felt crumbling with each self-soothing step.

“I-I did enjoy the gift.” You nervously rubbed the back of your neck. “Thank you for supporting me.”

Yandere! Fan who notices the sudden bodyguards that surrounded you and how you looked with the etch of worry with each glance at the cameras of paparazzi.

Yandere! Fan who notices your sudden downward spiral and begrudgingly buys the gossip magazines that involve you accidentally falling into the hands of those who seemingly caused more damage to your already ruined self.

Yandere! Fan who finally manages to weasel themselves into your actual life rather than slipping into the familiar sidelines. They first became a close acquaintance of your friend and slowly put themselves into your hands.

Their smile shrunk immensely, seeing the mess that surrounded every area of your now luxurious home. Designer clothes still with the tags on the floor or hanging off of the railing of a short-lived staircase.

You nestled in your bed, blankets acted like a shield from a world that left invisible scars on your flesh. Warm hands that cracked open the safety net of the warm blankets, a familiar face stared back; a great friend, right?

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HEARTS + BOWS | pinks 01.

──────── ⵌ HEART ...

──────── ⵌ BOW HEART ...

──────── ⵌ SMALL HEART ...

──────── ⵌ BOW ...

──────── ⵌ HEART STAR ...

okey, seriously, last one. happy Valentine’s Day everyone ! sending you all the warmest hugs heehee 🥰

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HEARTS ON HEARTS | blend 01.

──────── ⵌ RAINBOW ...

──────── ⵌ SWEET ...

──────── ⵌ FLOWER ...

──────── ⵌ PASSION ...

i don’t know if i will be able to do more before Valentine’s Day, but i wanted to drop this at least. :> it’s a smol extension of my animated lines series, but in hearts ! ( I may or may not have stared at this in dark mode for a long time HAHAH )

adding a tw for eyestrain because of the colours, but I hope you enjoy 🤍

blends : 001 / 002

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100 followers?! No way, thank you for supporting me and getting me to this!!

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late night yandere ideas

tw : being watched while sleeping themes, manipulative behavior, life being ruined, death references, captive/kidnapping, mechanical inaccuracies.

A yandere who is invasive like a parasite and ruins everything good that you have because they believe that you don’t deserve happiness after what you did.

Yandere abyss who watches you from the corners in your room and watches you sleep but occasionally is the darkness on the chair while your tired eyes try to decipher if it’s a person or a pile of clothes.

Yandere supervillain who enjoys seeing you cry or you being in pain because it’s only fit for their archenemy to feel the pain of their good deeds and they will always bring up the people that you failed to save not even one of your sidekicks.

Yandere neighbors who are a couple and have a perfect facade minus the fact that they keep you in the basement as punishment for trying to escape.

Yandere underworld owner who is skilled with the current mechanical advancement and found you discarded in the garbage, your face plate was hanging off and only your torso remained attached to your flimsy neck. They will not hesitate to tear your mechanical body down since it’s easy to them to reassemble you and will pluck out any defiance.

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— 🛎 Ding Ding!

I apologize for the late entrance, I was busy with maintaining the peace with the other occupants within the hotel. Welcome to the Nereid, I am the concierge today.

Uh-oh! it seems that an error in the system and your room has been taken. Luckily, there’s more room, choose your room please!

Room 1 , A once elegant room but objects are broken

Room 2, A room that looks like an ordinary room but the windows seem to look out to strands of galaxies

Room 3, A room that has a comforting feeling and gives you soft memories of an era that once belonged

Room 4, A room that has the latest equipment for cars and doesn’t look that comfortable while a racing suit is discarded

Room 5, A room with stained glass windows and a bed with multiple fabrics as it has an earthy aroma

Room 6, A room with a four poster neatly made bed and a black mourning dress is hanging near the wardrobe

Room 7, An art nouveau inspired room with a ice bucket holding a bottle of champagne

Room 8, An Art Deco room with soft geometric shapes in the architecture, it was inviting and comfortable

Room 9, a room that once held love and now in disarray, yellowed papers and it has a strange smell of rotting

Who’s the other guest in the room?

Yandere! Crumbled king

Yandere! Cosmic entity

Yandere! Caretaker

Yandere! Race car driver

Yandere! Cult leader

Yandere! Noble friend

Yandere! Cheater

Yandere! Firework owner

Yandere! Reanimator

Care for any room service that might ease your worries?

Any scenarios that you would want, headcanons, oneshot.

Please remember to be wary of the other occupants within the Nereid. So, you have taken your room key and gotten used to room service ! Have a wonderful stay at the Nereid!

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Hi and it seems that the waves brought you to the navigation and remember to not get lost again!

What are you looking for?

Masterlist

Request rules

🛎 Hotel Event

Who is looking for you?

Crumbled King

Cosmic Entity

Caretaker

Race car driver

Cult leader

Noble friend

Cheater

Firework owner

Reanimator

Fan

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Yandere Girl Types

The Super Fan

● She can't help but trail after you like a lovesick puppy. She looks at you and everything you do with the rosiest of rose-colored glasses. Whether you're the talented type or just an average person, she looks at you like you are her everything, because you are!

● Whenever you're together, she's a little clingy. But it's nice to have someone who likes you as much as she does. It makes you feel special, wanted. She's not shy about making the first move, and she's especially not shy about telling you how she feels. But she makes sure you know that you don't have to say it back if you're not there yet. She knows you will though. Soon.

● She sits and smiles at the pictures of you all over her room. Anything you've touched, she considers her greatest treasures. She saw you drop your favorite pen one day and meant to give it back to you, honest. But the moment she touched it, it was like something came over her. She stuffed it in her bag and took it home, and ever since, she can't help but take your things. Especially the stuff that smells like you. She keeps taking more and more of your things, but it's not enough. It's never enough...

● She makes copies of your keys when you "lose" them on day. At first, it's just to sneak into your place and take things she can't get otherwise, but it quickly escalates. She lets herself in and plays house, imagining your life together. Soon, she's watching you sleep and even lies down next to you, just for a little bit. She wants to touch you so badly...

● She wonders... if you woke up, would you smile like you always do? Would you hold her close? Would you be hers?

The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

● On the outside, she's the nicest girl. Whenever you see her, she's always got a sweet smile on her face and is always willing to help you if it means she gets to spend a little more time with you. You think of her as the kind and generous type, but she doesn’t extend this behavior to anyone but you.

● She doesn't really seem interested in dating. Anyone who actually has asked her out gets turned down gently. But a few of them swear they could see a look of disgust flash across her face for just a second before the rejection, but they always thought they just imagined it. In reality, there's only one person on her mind, so no one else can even compare.

● No one sees the other side of her. The way she stares down the girl who always laughs at your jokes. How she swears under her breath when she sees how your best guy friend just casually touches your arm, how her nails dig into the palms of her hands until they bleed. But when your eyes meet hers, you’d never guess the things she’d just been imagining.

● She hears a rumor that someone is going to ask you out. At first, she just plans to put them in their place and remind them that you deserve better, maybe just harass them or scare them. Or maybe ruining their life a little, poisoning their friends against them or getting them fired. But the thought of them getting pity from you or running to you and telling you how she acts when you’re not around… The thought of you holding them close, telling them you how much you love them... Something in her just snaps. She catches them when they're isolated and gets rid of them. Nothing can ever be traced back to her.

● She can't risk you seeing her in a bad light, even if it's so the two of you can be together. Everything she does, it's all for you!

The Secret Admirer

● She's had a rough home life. She has no one in her corner, no one's been there for her. She doesnt have anyone she can call her own. Until she sees you for the first time. Something about you is just... right. You fill that empty spot she's felt her entire life and the thought of you is the only thing that makes life worthwhile.

● She's quiet, reserved, and always looking your way. You can feel someone watching you sometimes, but when you turn around, no one's there. You don't connect it to the girl you've seen around lately. It doesn’t matter to her how you treat her, whether you say hello, smile politely, or give her a look for staring. Any attention, good or bad, is everything to her. You're everything to her. But she can't tell you, not yet. If she messes it up, if you reject her... She couldn't live with that.

● You start noticing things. Little gifts someone has left you, sometimes snacks and treats. The book you've been reading suddenly has a pressed flower inside the front cover, baby's breath. You find love notes in your bag. Some are flowery poetry, others get a little steamy, but it's all a bit clumsy, somehow. At first you think it might be one of your friends pranking you, but no one you know would pull something like this. Maybe someone actually has a thing for you? But how are you supposed to respond when there's no way to give anyone an actual answer? You decide to just ignore it until this person actually decides to meet you face to face.

● You don't smile when you see her gifts anymore. The notes she pours her heart into get left where you find them. Seeing you just walk away when she does something for you shatters her. Love her, hate her, anything! Just don't ignore her!! Without you, she has nothing to live for... Please... Don't leave her behind. Through her tears, her agony turns to desperation.

● You can't get rid of her. She won't let you. Maybe... it's time for you to meet.

The Boss Lady

● You've been working under her for the last few years. She's powerful, she's beautiful, and so very, very intimidating. She gets what she wants, no matter who she has to step on. She seems to have locked onto you for some reason, having you run and get her things and having you stay and work overtime.

● She seems to like running you ragged and seeing you flustered. You have half a mind to believe that she’s been “accidentally” brushing up against you reaching for files or leaning to talk in your ear as you sit at your desk, her charming, sultry voice sending shivers up your spine. Your damn body is betraying you. You don’t want to think that damn tyrant is attractive! Your coworkers are jealous that you're spending so much time with her, but you think they'd think twice if they were the ones picking up her dry cleaning and coffee orders, day in and day out. You tell a coworker you'd quit, but you need the money too much.

● One day, she calls you into her office. She says she has a proposition for you. She wants you to be her executive assistant. It comes with great benefits and a HUGE pay raise. The work will be harder, sure, but you'd have to be an idiot to say no. But the conditions get more specific and odd. You would accompany her on all her business trips, eat all your meals with her, you'd even be living in her penthouse suite. At first, you think it's just a weirdly intensive position, she just needs someone to manage her life. But the way she's looking at you... it's like she wants to possess you entirely.

● All you can think to ask is, why you? There's a bored look on her face as she starts talking about her career. How her job and climbing the corporate ladder were the only things she put any effort into. Everything else was so tedious and dull. Until you started as an intern, dropping off her coffee order with that nervous smile. She started noticing how hard you work, how you never turn down her requests, how you try to hide your smile when she praises you... How your breath hitches when her hand brushes yours. And how, every day when you clock out, her world stagnates until she sees you again.

● Say yes, and you'll have everything you could ever want. But make no mistake, you'll be hers. And she has no plans to let you go.

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Female Yanderes

A family friend with noble friend, Evangeline Abel

Awaken, my love! with the Reanimator, Clara Alden

Gender neutral Yanderes

Happy accidents in space with Cosmic entity

I don’t know why I bite with caretaker Ellison Sawyer

Memory's Regret with Firework owner Ray

Favorites with a Fan

Male Yanderes

Honey and chains with Crumbled king Casimir Dragomir

Never meet your idol with Race car driver Richard Temples

Deer in headlights || DARK CONTENT with Cult Leader Charis

Bee’s knees with Cheater Gerald

Skin & teeth with Traitor

Group posts

Jealousy is not a pretty look on you with Yandere! crumbled king, Yandere! caretaker, Yandere! race car driver, Yandere! cult leader, Yandere! Noble friend

Running away is easy with Yandere! cheater, Yandere! firework owner

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credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3

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Thank you for the support!! I just wanted to say thank you for liking my posts and I most likely start a short event in celebration of getting to 90 followers!!