#AND THEN HE PROCEEDED TO RANT ABOUT HOW BAD TEENAGE BOYS ARE AT DRIVING FOR 30 MINS???

[sparrovv]

Oh my god I completely forgot to mention this but my driver's ed teacher legitimately reminds me of Haytham if he had like the thickest New York accent ever.

[caramelcal]

The Truth Hurts... {part eight}

Every time your soulmate lies, a mark presents itself on your body. In a world like this, people normally told the truth so that their soulmate didn’t have to deal with the consequences. But your soulmate? They seemed persistent to make your life hell, and mark your body until there was no skin left.

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a/n: We’re getting close to his betrayal and I’m scared omllll, this chapter is full of Theo x y/n content so enjoyyy! 

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It had been three days. Three days since you had talked to anyone in the pack apart from Theo. You had briefly spoke to Stiles over text, but the pack was just so disconnected. Ever since Liam and Hayden had been found, you don't think you spoke much to any of them. Scott hadn’t been in contact with you but you weren’t surprised, Liam and Hayden were just trying to live out their lives and explore their new relationship and god knows what Malia and Lydia were up to.

However, you had spent the past few days with Theo and honestly, it was the best weekend you have had in a long time. You done all sorts of stuff together, watched a movie, studied, and talked until the sun rose. The Dread Doctors hadn’t been seen for days and no new chimeras had appeared, life almost became normal. Except, it wasn’t. You knew that you could enjoy the time you spent with Theo, the friendship and trust that had blossomed between the two of you wasn’t something that you experienced in a long time; you were normally too busy with dealing with the supernaturals.

He understood you, and that was exhilarating. Yet, there was still an inkling in the back of your head, a gloomy cloud hovering above you that the Dread Doctors were still here, and you knew it wouldn’t be long until they attacked again but you still savored these days, becoming almost human again. It wasn’t like you were a supernatural but the weight of the secret was too much sometimes, you didn’t like to talk to the pack about it but Theo seemed to sense it. He knew that you were scared of the Dread Doctors, he knew that you knew that they didn’t just go away. Something was coming, and it was coming soon.

Yet, you let yourself fall into the dreams of a normal life; one that you could’ve had. You secretly yearned for one, a life where you could focus on being a normal teenager, with normal friends. The pack had lost a lot of people, between sacrifices, pack members, and others; people that you were never able to grieve for. The amount of pain you had all experienced was much more than anyone should ever have to experience, let alone a bunch of teenagers.

So was it bad that you wanted some normalcy back? No, you should be allowed to be a little selfish sometimes. Maybe that’s why the past few days were intoxicating, you didn’t have to deal with any supernaturals and that was beyond freeing.

It shouldn’t feel this good, not when the Dread Doctors were still here. They didn’t leave, they weren’t gone. There was not that relief, yet you still felt the addictive feeling of freedom. Maybe that’s why you found it so happy when you got another message from him. When you awaited the notification to pop up as you smiled, feeling giddy as you read the most recent message from him.

meet me at the library :) don’t forget your card

. . .

You remembered the first time that you had met up with Theo, he had just arrived at your house and dropped you a text “look outside your window”

Not that you were disappointed anyway, in fact, you smiled so wide and practically rushed downstairs. Theo had been the first real friend you had made for a long time. Sure there was Kira, Lydia, Malia, Liam, and all that but they were different. You were friends with them of course, but you never really spent much time outside the supernatural with them, they were what you class as “the pack”, not "friends”.

There was Scott and Stiles too. But you had known them for so long, and you guys had been through thick and thin together but you were friends before you found the secret out. You had been there with them through everything, but they weren’t new friends. Outside of the pack, you didn’t have time to make any new friends, and even if you did you knew you would feel far too guilty about holding back such a big secret but you couldn’t spill it, you knew that. The burden of the supernatural was one that you had to guard with your life, no matter what. That’s why you didn’t meddle with the other students, the unknowing and innocent people that you secretly envied.

So when Theo showed interest in you outside of pack duties, you were probably a little too excited. He wasn’t a proper member of the pack just yet, not until Scott said so, but to you, he was an honorary member. You remembered getting into his truck, greeting him with a small smile and sarcastic quip to which he smirked.

He didn’t even tell you where you were going until he showed up at a drive-in movie theatre a town over, where you guys talked, making fun of the crappy movie that was playing and picking out all the faults in it. You guys were good at that, but you weren’t at picking out the ones in each other.

Maybe you were blinded by his smirk, or maybe it was his cocky persona, or maybe it was the fact that despite the picture he painted of himself that he still listened to you rant, or talk acting completely interested and enraptured in your story. Maybe it was because you felt that you were actually listened to or maybe it was that deep down the thought of his gave you butterflies.

Maybe he liked you too, the way you watched the crappy movie with a smile, even though it was the most ridiculous movie that he had ever seen in his entire life. Maybe it was the way that you laughed at the jokes he said, or maybe it was the way your hair moved due to the wind, but you paid no mind. Maybe it was the fact that you trusted him or showed him what a real-life was; one he hadn’t been able to spend due to being a chimera and being with the Dread Doctors.

With you, Theo felt free. He felt normal. Normal was never something that he had hoped for, it was something that he didn’t consider either but as he looked at you there was a tiny flicker of a thought that rung in his head, maybe normal wouldn’t be so bad. He knew that thought wouldn’t stay, his drive for power was too much. Power meant everything to him, and maybe you would understand that; he secretly hoped you would.

That was the day after you both found Liam and Hayden.

The first day you had gone somewhere with someone outside of pack stuff. It was a relief; to finally feel like a teenager again, a normal teenager. You should’ve felt guilty, that you were acting normal with Theo instead of plotting ways to defeat your most recent enemy like you normally did. You normally do so much research, searched the bestiary, or done all-nighters to find out the weaknesses of these creatures and rivals but what were you doing instead? You were laughing and sharing stories with the enemy. An enemy that was trying to get inside and rip the pack apart. An enemy just as, if not more dangerous, than everything you had faced before. An enemy that you trusted with your whole heart.

But he had already ripped you apart from Scott, how long would it take him to do the same to the others?

. . .

It was nine pm by the time you got to the library, and you don’t think you had ever seen it so empty. It was Saturday, and what sort of nerd would go to the school library on a Saturday? Most kids didn’t even go to the library during the weekdays, never mind the weekends.

You swiped your card before putting it in your back pockets and walking into the library. It was silent apart from your light footsteps as you heaved the door open. Looking around the library, you noticed the distinct lack of Theo, deciding it was best if you called out for the boy to grab his attention. Maybe he was just looking for a book or something, or you just couldn’t see him due to how dark it was, “Theo?”

The shout was left with silence as its answer, making you walk further into the library. You checked all the aisles downstairs, where bookshelves were stacked high with books of all genres, lit dimly but there was still no Theo. There was no one.

Well, that’s what you thought until you felt strong arms around your shoulders, a hand over your mouth. Eyes wide, you froze for a few seconds before you used your foot to stomp into the person’s foot behind you. You then proceeded to throw your head back, hitting into their nose as they let go of you, you spun around, ready to punch them in the face when you seen the person.

“Theo, what the hell?” You spoke out angrily, you had thought that someone was legitimately trying to kidnap you or something, but it was just Theo. You crossed your arms over your chest as he groaned, clutching his nose.

“Gosh y/n, it’s just me!” Theo groaned again, eyes opening to look up at you, your arms crossed over your chest and eyes glaring at him with annoyance, “at least I know you can protect yourself, I guess.”

You simply rolled your eyes at him, going to walk away from him and further into the library yet he caught up with you, walking in sync with you. You looked at him, noticing that his bloody nose was already healing, werewolves these days.

He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as you whirled around to face him completely, noticing the smirk that lay idle on his face. Even when you nearly decked him he still always had that smirk on his face, “What did you want me to be here for anyway?”

“What? Do you not love spending time with your favorite werewolf?” Theo feigned hurt in his infamous cocky manner, to which you snorted in return.

“Wouldn’t go that far.”

Suddenly, you were hoisted into the air and over Theo’s shoulder as he walked up the stairs, running slightly making your heart rate spike, “I swear Theo, you better not drop me!”

“Have trust, Princess,” The nickname rolled off his tongue without even thinking about it, and he didn’t even realize he said it, but you? You did. How could you not? And how could he act like he didn’t say it; like it was natural?

He placed you down at the top of the stairs, laughing at your dizzy figure with amusement sparkling in his blue eyes. You looked up at him, any annoyance that you had for him moments ago completely dissipated as he guided you along to a table. You sat down on the chair opposite him, a table in between the two of you as you asked, “What are we here for anyway, Theo?”

He looked up at you again, his smirk growing a little bigger as he lifted out his Biology textbook and throwing it down on the table making you groan, “I’m not studying for Biology, not on a Saturday.”

“Well, how else will I get you not to drop out?”

“By not making me study on a Saturday, that’s one thing,” You started as you rolled your eyes, looking down at the textbook with distaste, “Plus I told you the reason that I’m dropping out was because of all the supernatural stuff.”

“But everything has calmed down,” Theo interjected, trying his best to persuade you as he set his elbows down on the table, hands clasped together.

“Not for long, I can feel it, Theo, something is going to happen soon,” You said with a sigh, pushing some of your h/c hair out of your face and behind your ear as you traced patterns on the table.

Theo got up, moving over to you as he crouched down, “Then we better make the best of the time we’ve got then.”

“What are you talking about?” You questioned as you turned around to look at him, eyebrows knitted in confusion. Yet, you were not met with a verbal answer. Instead, you were met with something a lot more intense, and confusing. It made your heart race to the point of no tomorrow and made your body freeze. It was something you had been secretly hoping for and as you stared into those blue eyes of his, you would never have imagined what he did. Not until he did it.  

Theo Raeken smashed his lips against yours.

And suddenly everything felt right.

[angelmichelangelo]

i’m about five years too late and nobody asked for this except me and i need to just get this out of my brain because it’s 2am so here’s a list of things i wish happened on glee that didn’t HERE WE GO:

- new directions being actual teenagers. just them hanging out. going to group sleepovers. giant study sessions (because school exists in this universe?) like remember in tpp when they were eating lunch together ? that’s what i wanted MORE of. just them being actual friends. a sleepover episode is all i wanted imagine all the abba songs we could have gained from that episode

- a halloween themed episode. the closest to this that we got was the ‘thriller/heads will roll’ mashup which YES was iconic but im greedy and it’s not enough. my idea for a halloween episode is that the gang gets trapped inside the school after staying behind to idk rehearse? or something? and then things get progressively worse as they start to go a little mad, thinking the school is haunted and they split up into pairs trying to find an escape and they think they’re seeing ghosts/someone lurking around the school and they’re getting real spooked but it turns out it’s just sue fucking with them lmao

- kurt and finn being brothers. THE POTENTIAL WAS THERE and sadly after furt we are left with crumbs. why ?? WHY?? little moments like finn saying that he’s driving back home with kurt or them saying they can’t do something because they have a family thing would have been good enough. more scenes of them hanging out in their home with their parents would have been *chefs kiss* but alas. it never happened because glee writers are bastards

- based off my last point: sam actually living at the hudson-hummel house because he actually did live there? but nothing is ever said like what’s the dynamic there why weren’t kurt and sam and finn close if they all lived together for what? like a year? was sam living in the mf shed? did he ever get close to carole and burt?? where tf did he live when everyone went off to college did he just stay in their house lol who knows not me LMAO

- blaine dealing with his trauma ? mental health was never dealt with very well on this show. emma’s ocd was just ignored after she got married or whatever and blaine mentioned his trauma once and then it was ignored until it was mentioned in passing a few seasons later and even he just brushed it off and it was never brought up again like wtf. i have no idea how they wrote a whole episode about hate crime in bash and they never once thought to have blaine and kurt have a single conversation together, let alone a conversation about how they’d both been victims of a hate crime. AND THE ONLY TIME BLAINE DOES MENTION IT IS IN TESTED WHERE ITS JUST USED AS A REASON FOR THEM TO FIGHT AAAAAAAA no wait im calm it’s okay. i just would have liked to have seen kurt and blaine have an emotional moment together in that episode that didn’t include blaine singing and kurt being knocked tf out. just sayin.

- kurt dealing with HIS trauma !! again, glee gets bad points for talking about mental health and it just is crazy that they had so much potential with kurt, ie: depression, anxiety, ocd (kinda?) his bullying, being literally assaulted (i see u ryan murphy taking that whole plot line so loosely mmhm) and then shoehorning in the fact that he was suicidal AT THE SECOND TO LAST EPISODE when they had a whole episode about suicide and they could have mentioned it at any time but ofc they didn’t because the writers just wanted to shove in as much as they could in the flashback episode AYE AYE AYE the potential!!!! oof.

- literally just more tina. jenna ushkowitz is a fantastic actor/singer/preformer and she was criminally underused. i like the episode props because of two reasons: one. everyone switching characters was amazing. and two. some actual tina scenes. even if she.. technically was rachel but also herself or something? either way. i digress

- this is just in general but MORE ABBA AND ALSO THE CARPENTERS and also some sound of music songs would have worked GREAT but they already had like a million songs and as the show progressed they veered away from old songs and more towards popular songs at the time to help chart numbers blah blah blah whatever it’s cool. but also how did they only do a few abba songs that is criminal

- a more fleshed out ending that wasn’t so rushed. like rachel won a tony and everyone else is just? there? why is sam at mr shue’s house ??? how did artie get up the stairs? did quinn graduate from yale? and where tf was kurt and blaine’s child during ‘i lived’ because burt and carole are vibing in the audience and rachel isn’t pregnant so like? is the baby just?? alone somewhere in the wings?! lmao where are u bby girl!! but once again i know they didn’t have the time to do it so idk it’s fine what they did it just sucks we didn’t get more! but again. fanfic exists so yah im all good

- more of blaine’s mum. or mom, in this case i guess. why cast gina gershon and then give her ONE line like ? ik there was a whole deleted script that explained why she was there but i love that up until that point blaine seemed like he genuinely murdered his parents, lived in their big house all alone and when people got suspicious he just told them that they were “out of town” :) either way pam is great i love her and i wish she had more to do in the one episode she was ever in. not even a moment with blaine?? wasted.

- more of cooper anderson, matt boomer is so fucking funny everytime i think of the emotion tornado i bust a lung laughing like it’s so fucking stupid but oh my good i love it. (and if you haven’t watched the special feature of cooper’s transformers audition tape please please watch it because it’s just so funny.) ik he was just a special guest but i wish they got him back for at least the wedding ep but guess my mans was just busy. boo ;(

- going back a couple of points, i wish they’d done a whole episode like props. every actor here just shines when they’re impersonating each other. finn and puck as kurt and blaine is beautiful and quinn and sugar is incredible. also idk why they refused kevin the right to wear the cheerios skirt; they could have put a little more effort into some characters but that’s glee for ya lmao but yeah. a whole episode like that would have been so much fun

- they should have let chris colfer write more episodes. purely for the fact that he wrote with his own bare hands the whole scene where lea michelle’s character gets dragged down a road by dogs. this guy. it’s a shame he only got to write one since he actually did a really good job! i would have loved to have seen what other episode ideas he had :)

- glee in the summer! obviously it only was centred around the school year but after season 3 who honestly gave a shit about the glee club and mckinley lmao i wanna see them in SHORT SHORTS and POOL PARTIES but nope we just got september - june so like rip all my hopes and dreams

- WHAT HAPPENED TO DALTON? bitch just burst into flames ?? and for WHAT?? oh yeah plot convenience smh this is so sad i wish they’d either written something better than “we need the warblers to team up with new directions so uhhh the school burnt down” like. it’s a private school. if the school is gone and they’re just staying at mckinley what are the parents paying for? they’re just cool with sending their kids off to public school now? every adult in this universe has been murdered by these kids, haven’t they? they’re just doing whatever they want jfc

- a wedding was a good episode. ish. and yknow, huge kudos to them because gay marriage wasn’t legal in the us at the time so im less harsh on the fact that they definitely threw up the rainbow flags and made it less about the characters getting married and more so “we have gay characters and look they’re getting married what a concept” but i do wish we could have gotten some more married!klaine since they don’t really have much to do after this understandably but a little moment alone together after the wedding would have been nice :) IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IM TELLING YOU

- get rid of the hummelberry friendship and send mercedes to new york instead. i have nothing else to add to this other than the fact that i mourn the fact that kurt and mercedes went from bffs to just. school mates. this is tragic this is traaaaagic !! and all for more of the rachel berry show smh

- every day i wonder what was going through carmen tibideaux mind when she watched the kurt hummel preform not the boy next door and was like :) and then watched rachel berry have a breakdown on stage and then proceeded to give rachel the spot at nyada and kurt gets payed literal dust. and THEN she had the nerve to tell him it was because his performance had no heart. AND HOW DID ADAM GET IN THIS BABY GOT BACK MOTHERFUCKER?! nyada is a circus school oh my god !!!!! kurt deserved better im telling yall he deserved so much better

there’s so much more i could rant about but im going insane im so tired and i need psychological help after watching glee so im gonna leave it here and say peace out homies it’s been fun but i need to sleep so bad

[uncpanda]

Smallville Reborn: Part 2

Part 1

“Why the hell are you two up so early?” 

You smile down at your baby brother and nudge him with your toe, “A better question is why aren’t you up? I’ve woken you up at least three different times.” 

Clark’s eyes narrow, and he pulls the blanket up over his head. You turn to look at Lex, with a look that says, “Can you believe this?” 

Lex smiles and takes a sip of his coffee. The man had already been up when you’d walked out of your bedroom dressed in llama pajamas and bunny slippers. The fact that surprised you was that he was dressed in a new suit. He’d quickly explained that he’d had someone bring him a change of clothes and a new car, but hadn’t wanted to leave without saying goodbye. He was oddly cheerful for someone who had slept on a couch. 

“Is he always this hard to wake up?” 

You shrug, “Dad usually has him out of bed earlier than this, but for a farm boy he hates waking up early.” 

Lex laughs, and downs the rest of his coffee, “Well, I better get going. Thank you both for everything you’ve done.” 

“It’s not big deal. Really.” 

He pulls out a business card and hands it to you, “If you ever need anything don’t hesitate to call.” 

You cock your head to the side, and study him. You had always been good at picking out the people who needed help, who needed someone to care about them, and Lex Luthor is one of those people. “You make it sound like this is the last time we’re going to see you. From what I’ve heard you’ve moved here.” 

“I have.” 

“Which means you could use some friends.” 

“Well. . .” 

“She’s adopting you. Just accept it. You can ask anyone, there’s no use in resisting. Once she deems you friend material, there’s no escape.” You look over at you little brother. His hair is all a mess, and his blanket is wrapped around his shoulders. You shoot him the bird and he laughs. 

You take Lex’s card, grab your home phone and dial his number. His cell rings a second later. “Now you have my number. Call if you need anything.” 

He smiles, “I’ll do that.” He’s gone a moment later, and you turn to face your brother. He grins and a second later you’re chasing after him. Needless to say, you’re nearly late when you arrive at your parents’ house. Clark has to run full speed to get new clothes and stuff for school. And it’s there that you find your parents waiting. Your father’s face is set into one of anger, and you realize they must have heard. 

You debate going in. You don’t feel like starting your day with a yelling match but you know it’s no use. You set your purse by the door, and simply make a hand motion. Your father explodes, a fist comes down on the table, “This isn’t a joke Y/N. What if his secret had been discovered?” 

What happens next is a ten minute rant, which you mostly tune out. John Kent was overprotective to the extreme. When Clark comes running down the stairs he pauses at the scene, and you motion with your head to the door. He slips out and you finally interrupt your father, “And this is why he called me.”

Your father stares open mouthed at you. You glance at your mother, she was the one to be afraid of. Your dad was mostly bluster when he got angry but if your mom was angry that was when things were bad. She was still calm so you proceeded, “He knew you would freak out. He knew you’d simply give another lecture about how different he was. I swear, the more you try to protect him the more you push him away. 

“He’s a teenager. No matter where he comes from, and if you don’t start treating him a little more normally, you’re going to lose him.” You drop a kiss on your mother’s cheek, give one last stare to your father, and head back to your car. Clark is there, his head leaning back against the headrest. He doesn’t say anything, he does give you a smile though. You pull out and head to the school.You don’t really see Clark for a few days after that. You get a call from your mother saying that your father will be driving him to school for the next few days, and you know your words hadn’t had any effect.

And then you get an unexpected visitor: Lex Luthor. He barges into the apartment, “I need you to check on your brother.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“I found him tied up on a cross in a cornfield in nothing but his boxers. He looked to be in bad shape, but he wouldn’t let me take him home, and from what I gathered when he returned the truck I got him, I’m not a favorite in the Kent household, so I need you to check on him.” 

Things click into place quickly after that and you curse as you dial the home number, your father picks up before he can say anything you ask, “Is Clark back yet?” 

“What do you mean? I thought he was with you.” 

“No. I’ve barely seen him these past few days since you’ve been driving him to school. Lex Luthor just showed up and told me he found him in a cornfield all tied up! He was made into the scarecrow!” 

“Tied up?” 

You mnow what he’s thinking. That shouldn’t be possible. “Yes tied up. Lex had to let him down, and then he ran away. And all of these questions have me thinking he’s not back yet.”

There’s a moment of silence, “No, I’m going to go out looking for him. Stay put at your apartment just in case he calls.” The line goes dead a moment later, and you can feel the worry setting in. A hand settles on your shoulder and you turn to look at Lex. “Thank you for finding him.” 

“I should have insisted he come with me.” 

“Clark is stubborn. All ofus Kent’s are.” 

“He’s not going to do something stupid is he?” 

“I honestly don’t know. He’s a teenager, and he feels so different from everyone else, and . . . you bought him a truck?” 

Lex winces, “I was wondering when that tidbit would hit.” 

You sigh, “Look, Clark, like any teenage boy would be ecstatic about that gift, but my dad doesn’t do gifts like that, and Lex . . . you don’t NEED to give gifts like that.” 

“I wanted to show him I was thankful.” 

It hits you then that Lex probably hasn’t had many people in his life who don’t care about his money. You reach forward and take his hand, “Being friends is about being there for one another. Clark saved your life, and that is a big thing. But what Clark needs is a friend. One who will stand by him no matter what. Everyone needs one of those.” 

“You don’t find that a little odd? The kid can’t even drink yet.” 

You shrug, “That’s what I’m here for.” 

He grins and the two of you settle on the couch to wait. 

[yanderedev]

Clearing Up Misunderstandings, Part 7

Occasionally, I see “callout pots” that make a lot of strange claims about me. These callout posts are always composed of out-of-context screenshots, or misinterpretations of my words. I want to write a blog post to clear up some of the worst misunderstandings that were commonly posted in 2016. “YandereDev said that pedophilia is just another sexual orientation!” That’s not what I said. I said that nobody chooses to be a pedophile, just like nobody gets to choose their sexual orientation. I used the words “orientation” and “pedophilia” in separate sentences of the same paragraph, but I did not say that pedophilia IS a sexual orientation. “YandereDev treatened to dox someone into silence!” That’s not how it went down. I said something I didn’t mean while I was fired up up in the middle of an angry rant about someone who had been harassing me for several months. Obviously, it shouldn’t have been taken seriously. It was an “in the heat of the moment” statement, not a genuine threat. “One of the rivals in Yandere Simulator is a pedophile!” Pedophiles are attracted to pre-pubescent children (younger than 14), and Mida Rana is attracted to boys that are older than 14, so this statement isn’t accurate, but that’s beside the point. Sometimes, video games have antagonists who do bad things, and allow you to punish the antagonists for their evil ways. Some villains kill, some villains kidnap, some villains are sexual predators. If you don’t like Mida Rana, just punish her however you see fit, like any other villain in any other video game. “YandereDev said that pedophilia is ‘forbidden love’!” That’s not what I said. I was referring to love between a student and a teacher as forbidden love. Student/teacher relationships are forbidden, irrespective of the age gap between the student and teacher. “YandereDev reads lolicon manga!” There was a thread on 4chan where people were editing this image by putting different things in the bag. It was a meme. I could tell that the image had been taken from a sexual manga, but I didn’t care. To me, it was like any other “reaction image” featuring a character making a silly face. The meme was about putting something funny in the bag, not the character’s age or situation. I edited the image and used it in a blog post. Just because I posted a “reaction face” that came from a manga, this doesn’t mean that I read the manga, or enjoy the content. Reaction faces are reaction faces. Memes are memes. “YandereDev liked a pornographic image of one of his underage characters!” I give “likes” to almost all of the fan art I see on Tumblr, because I am happy and flattered to see people producing artwork based on my creations. This doesn’t mean that I’m aroused by everything that I give a “like” to, or expressing approval of the subject matter of every post that I give a “like” to. “YandereDev accepted nudes from a minor!” That’s not how it happened. The story is pretty long, and probably deserves its own separate blog post, but I’ll give you the short version. In 2009, I had a chatroom. One of the members of the chatroom was a very strange young woman who did a lot of weird things for attention. One day, she sent a private message to every male in the chat. The message was just a link and a “<3″ emoticon; she didn’t even say what was in the link. The link lead to a bunch of nude pictures. This was 8 years ago, so it is hard to remember specifics, but I do recall thinking that she definitely did not look any younger from 18. Eventually, she stopped coming online. Some people theorized that maybe she stopped coming online because she was actually underage, and her parents had taken away her computer after learning what kind of things she was doing online. In 2010, somebody asked me about that situation. My response was very brief and oversimplified. Some people found this chat log from 2010, read my brief and oversimplified explanation, and chose to interpret it as evidence that I “accepted” nudes from a “minor”. This is probably one of the most ridiculous of all the weird rumors that people like to spread about me. There is no way to know for sure who that girl was, or how old she really was. In reality, it was probably just a guy trolling by pretending to be a flirtatious girl. Maybe one day, I’ll write a longer blog post about that weird incident. “YandereDev made fun of suicidal people!” In 2015, someone asked me if it would be possible to drive girls to suicide in Yandere Simulator. I answered, “Yes.” Then, they asked me if girls would commit suicide for silly reasons, or serious reasons. I explained that I did not want people to commit suicide for petty reasons in Yandere Simulator. As an example, I posted a screenshot of a news report about a teenage boy in Russia who committed suicide because his favorite anime character had died. This was not me “making fun of suicidal people”, but providing an example of something that should not cause enough emotional distress to cause a suicide. “YandereDev wrote rape stories!” Game of Thrones has rape scenes. Is Game of Thrones a “rape show”? No, it is a TV show that has very dark subject matter, and characters who are put through traumatic and perilous situations. I have written stories with dark subject matter. Some of my stories involved sexual assault. The sexual assaults were never meant to be “sexy”. A more elaborate answer can be found here. “YandereDev refuses to add dark-skinned characters to the game!” That’s not true. I want the ethnicity ratio in Yandere-chan’s school to match Japan’s ethnicity ratio in the real world. In the real world, 98.5% of the population of Japan are ethnic Japanese. This means that if you went to Japan and encountered 200 people, only 3 would not be ethnic Japanese. If you go to a high school in Japan, you are simply not going to encounter dozens of dark-skinned students. With all of that said, I do plan to include a dark-skinned character in Yandere Simulator’s school in the future. “YandereDev used a transphobic slur!” I have used the term “trap”. However, this term has nothing to do with transgender people. The term “trap” refers to a male who dresses as a female and attempts to trick people into thinking he is a female, as a prank. This word describes someone who is attempting to trick others, not someone who genuinely identifies as another gender. I have used the term “tranny”. This is because I was directly quoting someone else’s statement word-for-word. This is not because I was using the word to demean anyone. I have expressed a dislike for “dickgirls”. Dickgirls - or “futanari” - are a type of Japanese fetish porn. Dickgirls are female anime characters who acquire a dick through a magic potion or some other fantastical reason; the term is not used to describe males who identify as female. “YandereDev steals 3D models and textures!” I sometimes put temporary placeholder assets into the game, with the intention of replacing them with original assets as soon as possible. This is not an uncommon practice for early prototypes of video games. Yandere Simulator is no longer in an “early prototype” stage, but some temporary placeholder assets are still lingering in Yandere Simulator from its earlier days. I am still in the process of removing these assets from the game. “Theft” and “stealing” are very disingenuous ways of describing the situation. It should go without saying that I have no intention to ship the final game with models or images that I don’t have permission to use. “YandereDev doesn’t pay his volunteers!” Please look up the definition of the word “volunteer”. “YandereDev used the word ‘autistic’ as an insult!” A strange person had been harassing me for several months. Eventually, I learned that they were actually an autistic child. This helped me to understand the behavior that I had been observing from them. I proceeded to tell them that I had identified their autism, but also firmly stated that their autism wasn’t any excuse for the behavior that they had been demonstrating for the past several months. This was interpreted as some kind of attack on their autism. It wasn’t. “YandereDev wants to abolish the age of consent!” I never said that. One time, someone told me that they theorized that Yandere Simulator was banned because of having underage characters in certain situations. I said that it would be dumb to ban the game because of an arbitrary number that changes in every country. After I made this statement, this person assumed that I was a pedophile who advocated the idea of having sex with young children, and began asking me very loaded questions in an attempt to demonize me. They challenged me to propose an alternative to age of consent laws. I attempted to come up with a solution, but ultimately, I couldn’t think of any idea better than having age of consent laws. I never advocated for the abolition of the age of consent; I was simply responding to their question. In Conclusion

I have noticed a trend among all of the “Callout Posts” that make bizarre claims about me. The “evidence” in these posts is always:

A heavy exaggeration of the truth

A misinterpretation of my words

An out-of-context screenshot

The contents of these “Callout Posts” is always something that I can clear up with just a paragraph at the most, or a single sentence at the least. The authors of these “Callout Posts” never bother to contact me. They never ask me for clarification. They never ask me to explain myself. They never check with me to verify if something is true. They only do one thing; they interpret my words in the most negative manner possible, frame whatever I’ve done as if it’s a horrible atrocity, and then spread their propaganda as if it’s gospel truth. They've all completely brainwashed themselves into thinking that I’m some kind of evil demon-monster, and they refuse to consider the possibility that they may be mistaken about me. The authors of these “Callout Posts” have constructed a fake YandereDev in their minds. In their imaginations, I am a homophobic, transphobic, racist, sexist, misogynist pedophile. Basically, every bad thing in the world, wrapped up in one package. It’s actually pretty absurd. The “YandereDev” that they have invented is worse than a villain from a Disney film. This is really one of the most bizarre things that has ever happened to me. The authors of these “Callout Posts” truly believe that they are “the good guys”, fighting against “the bad guy”, and that shaming me and slandering me is the right thing to do. The most dangerous type of person is someone who is convinced they are 100% justified in what they are doing, and that there is absolutely no possibility whatsoever that they might be making a mistake. The sad thing is, this post won’t make a bit of difference. The authors of these “Callout Posts” will read this entire post, dismiss the entire thing, and continue to firmly believe that “YandereDev” is some kind of Hitler-Satan-Trump creature. They will probably never, ever stop. They will probably continue doing this forever. For as long as I make video games, I will have to put up with weirdos who dedicate absurd amounts of their time to stalking me, attempting to dig up dirt from my past, and spreading weird propaganda about me. It’s quite a disappointing thing to realize. So, why do they do this? It’s very easy to explain. The reason is simple; they do this because it’s fun. It’s fun to hate. It’s fun to shame. It’s fun to ridicule. It’s fun to make other people look bad. It’s fun to talk trash about others. It’s fun to “expose” other people. It’s fun to ruin someone’s life. It’s fun to ruin someone’s career. All of these things are super fun...if you’re a sadistic scumbag who takes pleasure in harming others. To keep having fun, all they have to do is keep brainwashing themselves to believe that I’m a horrible monster, and dismiss everything I say when I attempt to explain myself. As long as they follow those two simple little rules, they can have unlimited fun. And, as long as they can keep having fun, why would they ever stop? I wonder if you’d like to try a thought experiment for a moment. Please imagine the following scenario: imagine that you’ve spent the past 32 months of your life working on a project that is supposed to make people smile, make people happy, and let people have a good time. Then, someone digs through your entire Internet history, finds every single thing you’ve ever said that can make you look bad if it’s out-of-context, and convinces people to hate you, based on a series of misunderstandings that you could easily clear up, if they simply spoke to you and asked you to explain what you were saying. Sounds like quite a nightmarish scenario, doesn’t it? I wonder how you’d feel if you found yourself in that situation. I wonder how you’d handle it. I wonder what you’d do about it. In closing, here’s what I’d like to say: If you’ve ever come across a screenshot of something I’ve said, and you think that this screenshot makes me look really bad, you are fully welcome to personally contact me - through tumblr private messages or through e-mail - and ask me to explain or clarify whatever is bothering you. I know I’ve said “I’m busy, don’t e-mail me!” many times in the past, but I’ll make an exception in this case; you’re totally welcome to contact me any time if you’d like me to clear up some bizarre rumor that you’ve heard. Thanks for taking the time to read this post.