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I WOULD DIE

CLIVE HONEY, BABY, MI VIDA, MI AMOR, MI DULZURA WE CAN MATCH CLOTHES

As for cosplay... Pyramid Head or a Techwear Ghostface... Clive don't tempt me.

I am very (not) normal for Clive, I swear 🫶🏻🫠

don't be surprised if he pulls up like this HANSJJA

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Hello, I am writing this post in order to address my own community but also give a heads up to other yandere game devs on Tumblr. This has filled me with deep dread and I feel like it needs to be spoken about at once.

TLDR: There's a community of over 1k people who are seeking real life yandere relationships and planning illegal actions here on Tumblr.

I recently discovered there's a fairly big community here on tumblr of people who are seeking "yandere" partners in real life and/or identify as "yandere" themselves. Part of me is hoping and praying to the gods that it's just roleplay, but the community has "IRL" in its name and there is nothing in its rules indicating that it's roleplay. Some of the people in there are following my blog.

To other devs, I urge you to discourage such mentalities and make it as clear as possible that we DO NOT tolerate this stuff.

To anyone who identifies as "irl yandere" and is following this or any of my blogs, block me this instant. What you are doing and encouraging is abusive if it is outside of a consensual roleplay or BDSM scenario. Purposefully isolating a person from their loved ones, kidnapping them, harming them (again, without consent) is abuse. Get the hell out of my community, you are not welcome here. I will not have abusers use my game or participate in my community. Seek therapy.

There is a difference between exploring a crazy scenario in a game and pursuing said scenario in reality. NONE of the stalkerish, obsessive, overly jealous things Keith and Tenebris do in the game are okay to do to a real person. They are not role models, they are not ideal partners.

And to people who are seeking out "yandere" partners in real life, for the love of god realize that your fantasies will not play out the same in reality. You are putting yourself and all of your loved ones at risk. No matter how much you think you can appeal to a "yandere" or meet their needs, that is still an abuser who may go to extremes one day. There was a damn post in that community asking for advice on how to turn someone against their family. Another asking how to kidnap someone and being praised for it. This is not a joke. Do not invite abusers into your life. It will not play out like your fantasies. You will feel unsafe and violated, you may end up in a very very bad situation that you cannot get out of easily. There is a high chance you may lose your life when the abuser decides they can't have you to themselves any other way.

And to those of you in my fandom who are well in the head and aware this is nuts, please report this community if you come across it. The age of entry was 16, SIXTEEN YEAR OLDS ARE IN THERE LOOKING FOR ABUSERS. I cannot stress how fucked up this is.

I really really really hope I just somehow didn't pick up that this was all roleplay. I hope I didn't just witness someone trying to plan out how to kidnap a real person. Please just let me be a clueless idiot.

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I REGRET NOTHING

LET ME HONKA MY HUSBAND'S BADONKAS

I'm sorry—

I SCREAMED

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Let me tell you the way I RAN after you answered my ask to make this meme 😌💜💀 (ignore the low quality lmao)

I love SH, so it's definitely a treat to see the conversation about it is still going ✨️

OKAY SILENT HILL MENTIONED??

Ngl, Clive after the accident reminds me a little of Maria... and Clive before the accident reminds me a little of Mary too (Silent hill 2)

I don't know why, but I see similarities in them 🏋️

SOBBING, is mc's guilt and desires that brought Clive (Maria) into existence as a response to their unresolved emotions?? (dwdw it's not) even the drastic hair color difference between his old and current form??

I promise it wasn't on purpose again, HAHSJAJ

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AN: Clive has made tough times bareable so I wanted to make something cute rather than my regular nsfw content. Thank you @fallendev0tionvn for giving us the perfect bbygirl malewife to love 💕 definitely check out the demo for Fallen Devotion!!

CWs: None except maybe the mention of developing a small obsession with Clive. No beta, we die like barbarians

Other: Second Person POV, GN!Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship, Clive may be a little ooc I'm so sorry. Under read more because it's more than 100 words.

Word Count: 830

Music played through the small speaker located in the kitchen, joined by the sound of something being fried on the stove. You were peacefully making dinner, focused on whisking some eggs to add to the rice bowl recipe you found online. A smile played on your face as Clive’s reflection appeared in the cabinet’s window when you closed it. “Hey.” You greeted. “I know you don’t like anyone in the kitchen with you when you’re cooking.” He began, a playful look on his face as he held his hands up in defense. The dimples you adored were on full display, and while you both knew you couldn’t be mad at him, you decided to feign annoyance and cross your arms, quirking a brow as you tried your best to keep a straight face. “It just smells so good.” He said, emphasizing his statement by letting himself lean to the side as if he were about to faint, letting his arms dangle and closing his eyes.

You couldn’t help but snort at the scene when you turned around. “Alright, alright, sit down. If you were feeling lonely, you could’ve just asked, y’know.” With a victorious smile, he happily sat at the kitchen island that gave him the perfect view of you as you moved around.

You were 22 when Clive came back into your life, and if you were attached to the hip before, you were even more inseparable seven years later. Sometimes you thought therapy was in order, but you already lost Clive once, always wanting to be with him was rightfully justified in your mind. He didn’t seem to mind either, playfully teasing you about looking like a baby koala with the way you stuck with him.

Oh, who were the two of you kidding? Clive had rubbed off on you, and while you knew any type of obsession was unhealthy, you didn’t care at this point. You were happy, in a loving relationship with literally your best friend, and it’s all that mattered to you. All that mattered was that gorgeous smile beaming with appreciation as you set down the bowl of food in front of him, the way you could talk about everything and nothing, and how sweet he was with helping around the house like doing the dishes after dinner.

Though there was always something you wanted from him, something that made you a little nervous. And as he finished with the last dish, you took a deep breath. “Mi vida…” You called, shifting your weight from one foot to another.

“Mm?”

“Would you… give me my first tattoo?”

The question seemed to catch him off-guard, his shoulders tensing slightly before relaxing as he turned around. ‘You…. You sure?” He asked. While he showed some hesitancy, he seemed to be holding back his excitement. You had gifted him a Sol Nova Unlimited, and he went through the fake skins like they were napkins cleaning up a spill, so he was dying to show you just what he could do. "Now?"

"Do you have the stuff at hand? We don't even have a design." You giggled.

Clive paused for a moment before answering. "Oops."

The two of you shared a fit of laughs, landing on the couch as Clive went into his silent fit. The fact that he was struggling so much to get back his composure sent you even further into giggles, sides burning as you buried yourself under his arm to try and calm yourself. The moment was fairly quick, but it was something you were going to cherish forever. You didn't want to live another day without Clive, not when you were left breathless after something so silly. "Tomorrow, then." You said in bewteen soft gasps for air. "Make a list and we'll go get everything in the morning."

It took everything in you not to burst out laughing again with how giddy he looked, a toothy grin on his face as he jumped up from the couch and went to get his tablet.

"What'd you have in mind?" He called from the bedroom. You pulled out your phone as he entered the living room again, tablet in hand while you pulled up your inspiration pics. "You have total creative freedom to make changes, but I was thinking something like this." You said, showing your phone to Clive. He leaned in close, observing the photos with a focused look on his face.

"I got the perfect thing in mind."

A smile crept onto your face as you watched him work, heart swelling with what could only be described as pure love and adoration. Seven years and sometimes you can't believe your sweet boy is back home.

Sure, he looked a bit different, and the scar along his neck brought back painful memories once in a while, but all that mattered was that he was home.

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Imagine hating on me but i spend my free time maladaptive daydreaming about getting raw dogged by fictional men

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AN: I have no idea what Az is saying but I love that man.

CWs: None that differ from usual canon triggers.

Other: Second Person POV, GN!Reader, failed attempt at Gen Z slang, might be ooc I'm so sorry. Under read more because it's more than 100 words.

Word Count: 675

If you had any sense of smell, your nose would be burning with the overwhelming presence of gunpowder and sulfur. It had been how long since you found that damned notebook and ended up here? You didn't remember. Hell, you were over counting the days now that you had something else occupying your every waking moment. As a matter of fact, the sound of welding followed by the clanking of metal and what you could only assume were tools falling to the ground rang and echoed throughout the building.

It was early, way too early for anyone else to be around, so it was undeniable that Aziel was up to something. . . And that was never a good sign. Though you had come to enjoy his company, even if you had no fucking clue what he was talking about 60% of the time. He was sweet, almost sickeningly so, and while you found it annoying at first, you came to miss him whenever it was quiet. The tune of whatever he was listening to was drowned out by the sound of you pulling the rolling door open, letting it close on its own as Aziel turned to you, welding mask flicking up quickly so he could give you a grin.

"Lemon Bar!" The once hated petname left him so smoothly... Damn that gorgeous Cuban man. Wait, no. . . Oh who were you kidding? Even with the excuse that Aziel looks like his diet consists of energy drinks and lemons, you don't bring any of your other coworkers homemade food. That man is a genius when it comes to explosives, but Jesus H. Christ you've made it your mission to feed him ever since you saw actual flames coming from a pot that was supposed to only have boiling water.

"AYO, what're those?" You weren't sure if that was an internet meme reference done on purpose, but with him, it might as well be. On the note of things you don't do for coworkers, you certainly don't bring them flowers either. Feeling the heat rising in your cheeks, you quickly shove the arrangement onto an empty spot on the metal table. "They're for you, pendejo." You mumbled, setting the bag you were also carrying next to the flowers. "I made you breakfast too. Figured you were here when you didn't answer my texts."

"Aww, that's so sigma of you~"

"Stop being delusional. It's friendship month."

"Delulu is the solulu, Lemon Bar~"

With a groan, both your hands come up to rub your face as your eyes roll back. You should've never done this. Maybe you're the delusional one who thought there was something platonic and not romantically inclined to this. Az, however, stood from his stool, and despite the shrimp posture he had when he was sitting and lanky frame, it felt like he towered over you. Sure, he was tall, but the nerves made him feel as long as the ceiling. He inspected the flowers, which were marigolds, the same color of his eyes, along with what you believed were carnations and something else you couldn't identify.

Second thoughts quickly flooded your mind before they quickly disappeared at the sight of Aziel's goofy, toothy grin. "Consider me rizzed up~" He teased, coming over with puckered lips before you squealed and giggled out for him to get off. "Ey, ey, no kisses! People might think something else."

"Too late, we're already married."

"You're insufferable." You commented, though the smile on your face matched his. Aziel made your days more interesting, even if you didn't need any more adventure than what you already had on hand, but he also definitely made days brighter. Call it Stockholm Syndrome, call it masochism. Call it whatever you wanted, but you spent the day stuck to his side like glue, laughing and chattering like two college students that were about to get shushed by the librarian.

Moments like these where the ones you cherished the most... Because for all you know, you may end up dead in a ditch by sunrise.

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Thinking if I wanna write something cute and domestic for Amatory Sacrilege or something spicy. Maybe both since it'll be two different characters.

But I also wanna write for Fear and Hunger...

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And Cassette Beasts...

...And Pavia from R1999...

And write some original yandere content...

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Puñeta.

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Okay so it's not Kastiel or Aziel, though close enough. It could be Zack, but why would the Prime Minister's son need to get smuggled out to Europe.

Elita and Nova are out cus dead dad and so are the Severus twins since it's son, not kids, even though it'd make sense because "1% represent".

Creon is a type medicine.

It's Konstantin. (And I'm wrong)

oh he totally could! but his advisor doesn’t,,, care much for approval. he’s all for control and the prime minister is just following his orders. besides, if people leave, his son will have less clients :(

the prime minister has a son!?? who is he? and is the prime minister more of a puppet for his advisor?

the prime minister does have a son! yk he’s one of the love interests. the prime minister, let’s call him creon, is a people pleaser who wants what’s best for the people. and he believes what the advisor wants is best for the people. it is kind of a puppet situation. ^^

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Me rn

ALSO KAS MAY I INTEREST YOU IN SYLVIAN'S RITUAL FROM FEAR AND HUNGER

I see pipi anon's ask, and because I'm bored at work, raise with the question: What's their biggest fantasy?

:3c

*tiffany wants to be treated like a princess one night; absolute respect and sweetness, not having to raise a finger to get off

*rosaline wants to brat tame! she wants a lover to talk back and try to get on her nerves just for her to put them back down

*vesperia,,,

*elita wants to give you head at work when it’s just the two of you cooking

*cy loves pegging, she wants to strap up and take you in a secluded area of a rave

*aziel’s biggest fantasy would be to be put in a muzzle, a collar, and put in a cage. he wants to be tormented and treated like garbage. he’s into that!

*leviathan wants you to carve your name into him and lick the blood off before spitting it into his mouth, he really likes being carved like a pumpkin

*lazaria wants to hunt you like a target just to use her hands and teeth to make you scream as if you WERE being murdered

*zack wants be a pay pig. he wants you to stroke him and demand a 20 with each stroke. make him count the pumps

*konstantin wants to take you in the operating room while you two are covered in blood, viscera, and antiseptic

*casanova wants to fuck in his office, covering his mouth as he feels you so nobody hears the two of you

*kastiel wants to take and be taken in a ritual circle for one of the many creatures he believes in

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AN: I love this trigger-happy bastard man, I love angst, I have no excuse. CWs: Character death, heavily implied suicide, mentions of blood, mentions of human sacrifice, mentions of Caligura, angst (no comfort) Other: Second Person POV, you and Pav kinda have a blossoming romance that's cut short. милый means darling in this context. Under read more because it's more than 100 words. Word Count: 805

Your fingertips were slick and slimy, the blood on your hands feeling sticky as it started to dry all the while the patches that stained your wrists and bits of your forearm were long forgotten. It was quiet on the train, save for Pav’s breathing, which came out in small, ragged puffs as the bandages that covered the large wound along his chest and abdomen slowly stopped needing to be changed as often. He was in pain, you knew this, and no amount of painkillers given to him by your shaking hands could help his body, much less his mind.

“And you call yourself that old one’s follower.” An airy chuckle escaped him. “Didn’t you eat people for rituals? Now you can’t handle a little blood on your hands?” 

“Sacrificed. Never ate.” You bit back. “And it’s…”

“Different?” He interjected.

“Complicated.” You corrected, taking the damp cloth you had brought back from one of the passenger carriages’ washrooms storage and wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Those people had brought me pain, I just returned the favor.” 

Silence overtook the two of you once again, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. It was like he sensed your worry, and in his bastardly ways, he tried to comfort you. “You know… maybe you and I aren’t so different after all.” This earned him a glare of daggers his way from you. “We are nothing alike, Lieutenant. You let your need for revenge corrupt you. You–”

“Turned into the exact same thing I wanted to destroy. I know.” He cut you off again, though his tone seemed somewhat distant, as if he was just voicing his thoughts and not just directly answering you. “And for what? Now look at me; bleeding out on a damn couch. It’s ironic how fitting this end is for me, left to die like a dog without mercy, just like the lack of it I showed others.” 

“Pav…” You didn’t know how to make things better for his passing, the only thing coming to mind was not leaving him alone. Nothing excused his actions, the crimes he committed against innocent lives being monstrous and vile, yet maybe he was right. Maybe revenge also clouded your judgment. 

And maybe… just maybe… this festival, even though you weren’t a contestant, was also your punishment. Perhaps he was also keeping you company during your final moments. That mobster didn’t seem too pleased when you pushed him down a flight of stairs back in the city. And between two creeps, you would take Pav any day, but he wasn’t in any condition to come to your rescue if your club slipped from your bloodied hands. 

“My mom would’ve liked you.”

His words made your attention snap back towards him. “What?”

Pav chuckled, this time hard enough for him to wince and hiss from the pain. “You heard me.” He began. “This whole dying thing… life flashing before your eyes… Thought back to when I wasn’t such a complete fucking bastard, before He took my actual life away… мама would’ve like you.”

A sad smile tugged at your lips as you reached to wipe his forehead again, the now dark red stained cloth bringing as much comfort as a priest coming to a patient’s deathbed. “Going soft on me, Lieute–”

“Pav… Pavel, please.” He corrected. “My family wouldn’t like that to be how I go to meet them. I’ve always been snarky and got under people’s skin… so consider yourself lucky to see this side of me.” His breathing seemed to get slower, and every once in a while his words slurred. He was tired, you both knew it. “Maybe if it was any of the others, I’d be snappier… Guess I like ‘ya a little too much.” His face held a pained snicker, but you knew he was being at least somewhat genuine. “I’m tired, милый.”

You nodded, scooting closer from your place on the floor, tongue swirling the capsule underneath it. “Do you think I’ll get to meet them?” You asked, receiving a shake of the head as an answer. “As much as I’d like to believe we’ll see them… we’re not going to a place with pearly white gates. Not us.” He added, bringing a bloody, nearly limp hand to brush against your back. 

“Anything is better than here.” You argued, earning one last chuckle from Pav. “I suppose it is.” He agreed.

True to those words, the train door opened, the bone-saw wielding festival contestant finding the two of you peacefully asleep, away from the horrors that awaited you had you chosen to stay. And whether or not the two of you escaped the Gods or ended up in a void, nobody knew. Maybe you and Pav were somewhere much worse, but for now… so was everyone in Prehevil. 

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Sometimes I wanna try my hand at making a short vn where the MC and the yandere love interest are already married and it's just one of their day-to-day's, but idk how to use Renpy and I can't draw so I'm at an impass lmao

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AN: I was finishing a Pav x reader, but I’m weak and hyperfixating so here’s a little tidbit while I’m on my break lmaoo also the idea is based on some asks back on the @amatorysacrivn, but it may be slightly ooc, I’m sorryyy! CWs: None, just fluff, maybe more on the comfort side?  Other: Second person POV, implied established relationships, mentions of mouth wounds, reader has no mentioned or implied gender, reader is called gorgeous by Laza once. Word Count: 725

With a yawn and a stretch, you closed the door to your apartment behind you, relieved to finally be home from work. Walking into the living room, you found Lazaria lounging on your couch with both her legs over the armrest and a bag of food you assumed her and Leviathan brought for themselves. “Evenin’, gorgeous. Your grub’s in that tiny ass kitchen of yours.” She teased, which made you stick your tongue out in playful retaliation before you joined her on the couch for a quick squeeze and kiss before you took off your shoes. “Thanks for the food, Laza. Also, the fuck do you have against my kitchen? You know I specifically moved here because I didn’t want to clean the kitchen for four hours.”

“Well, we did offer you a butler.”

“Oh my God, Laza.” You snorted out a laugh, one which she quickly teased you for by making the same sound. “Making it too easy, pumpkin.”

You rolled your eyes before looking around, eyes darting towards the hallway for a moment before Lazaria spoke up, almost as if she knew what you were thinking. “Bathroom. Got something stuck in his teeth and he’s trying to pick it out.” 

And as if on queue, Leviathan called for his twin, only for said twin to nod in the direction of the bathroom. “I’ll set up for spa night since you came home late, go see what he needs.” 

Getting up from her side, you make your way towards the bathroom and hear some shuffling and curses coming from the inside. With a knock, Leviathan called for his sister again. “It’s me, Levi.” Your call was unanswered, and for a moment, you waited. Letting you see him without a mask was a touchy subject, you knew that, and you never pushed it. So you waited, waited for what seemed more minutes than it really was. Then, the door clicked open and he let you in, though his back was turned when you stepped on the tiled floor. He looked fresh out of the shower, probably getting ready for spa night.

“Need help, baby?” 

He mumbled his response, using his forearm to wipe what you assumed was drool from his chin. You took a seat on the countertop, hoisting yourself up and patiently waiting for him to turn around. When he did, you had no negative reaction, which seemed to visibly make his shoulders relax. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t seen it before, but he was still getting used to it. Heavy boots shuffled against the tiles until he slightly towered over you. Slowly reaching up with both your hands, you waited for any sign to pull back. When it never came, you gently cradled his face in your palms as he handed you the floss-pick combo he was trying to use to get rid of the piece of meat you could see stuck in the back of his mouth. 

Some drops of drool landed on your thigh, but you didn’t mind as you easily got the bothersome piece out from between his first and second molar. It must’ve been an awkward angle, and Leviathan looked much calmer, albeit still slightly tense. “I have an extra soft toothbrush, want me to help you out while we’re here? I’ll be really careful with your wounds.”

He was quiet for a moment, watching as your hand brought a damp cloth to lovingly clean the saliva dripping down his chin. “Later.” He answered, resting his forehead against yours. “Thank you, my lovely poison. Let’s get back so we can get the night going. We have some stupid client-target stories we’ve been dying to tell.” 

You beamed at him, smiling as you hopped off the sink counter. “Boy, do I have some for the two of you too. The casino was absolutely wilding this week.” Lazaria had already set up, in some comfy pjs as she waited with some trashy reality show playing for background noise. “I’m gonna go get some clothes and take a quick shower, you two start without me!” You called, rushing to your room so you didn’t keep them waiting more than they already had. 

It was moments like these that made you feel at peace with them and it made your heart swell with adoration for the two chaotic, not-so-little, murder gremlins.

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Currently at work but I had to share this 😭😭

Manager: Tati, is that a sexy water?

Me: A what water?

Manager: It has three xs and a weird handjob message.

Me: A WHAT MESSAGE?

The water bottle:

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I'M FUCKIN STUPID I MANAGED TO GET PAST THE CODE SCENE AND IT WAS JUST BECAUSE I WAS WRITING AN 'O' NOT A ZERO

I'll keep updating the doc as I go!!

My honest review of @sacrivn's "Sacrilegious", but to summarize: I really enjoyed what I managed to play and I definitely recommend to check it out for yourselves!! (also as much as I love Nova, I can't wait to see the babies Aziel, Laza, and Kastiel. I'm already feral, on my knees, and barking for Levi after reading his description.)

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