#she is yandere yes

[faeriegirl]

Nerd dev and goth kanna au

[dollya-robinprotector]

Worlds crossed! Gender bends meeting

A.k.a PCs and School LIs dress in Vietnamese student attires (modernized áo dài and áo tấc)

At this point, many have known I am Vietnamese, so I take the chance to finally do what I always had done when entering new fandom: MAKE CHARACTERS WEAR VIETNAMESE TRADITIONAL CLOTHES!!

I hope you guys can appreciate the beauty in our culture~🫶✨✨

[tang3r1n]

chubby nun x the disgustingly horny satan who got trapped in a fucking vial like in The Nun

is this abt heian sukuna? fuck off no it’s not…

——

just a cute lil thing that can’t help but play with her plush pussy while praying for forgiveness hrrng-

and meanwhile he’s cackling inside that little glass jar she’s got wrapped around her neck, the blessed rosary beads and twine pulled harshly in her sweaty hands. he’s taunting her— whispering foul and disgustingly lewd words in her ears, she fucking swears he’s all around her.

“finger that fat little cunt— yeah,”

“c’mon sister, don’t tease me like this, lemme taste that fucking twat”

“fuck you’re dripping, gushing lil pussy’s the fountain of youth~”

“gonna fucking rail you when i get out of here— make you cum and scream on my cock in front of that cock-sucking priest.”

and she cums, dizzy and gasping and clutching onto that oh-so taut rosary as her thigh shake and back lurches. her high leaves her jolting in pleasure, cheeks red as—

pop!

the sound of little glass beads cascade around her as she stares in utter shock and horror, looking down to see the rosary, broken and limp in her shaking hands.

a low, haunting chuckle dances with the growing shadows in her tiny room, candle quickly snuffed out as a massive clawed hand takes over the edge of her bed,

“sweet, sweet little fucking thing.”

[wayfayrr]

ok so I’ve somehow only JUST found out about the self-aware au and link trying to break out bc he’s a simp and yandere and stuff, but imagine him finding out his beloved player has another fictional crush?? Like you could be playing while having a tv show on in the background, talking to yourself about how much you love them, and he’d be so mad that some heathen he’s never even heard of has your attention

Ohhh the fateful question of how they'd react to another crush ~

If there was even a little chance, a tiny hope in the stars that they weren't a yandere before this... well that's gone - turned to ashes to never come back now

if they overhear you talking about another character - or who they think is another character - they're going to react badly VERY badly.

if they had the ability to they'd be lying on the floor hyperventilating and struggling to breathe - why is that character better, they could probably be alright with you having a crush on a person like a real irl person who you can interact with. But another fictional character who they don't know is even aware or not? HELL NO

it'll send them into a spiral, doubting and questioning themselves to no end, wanting to better themselves and make themselves more like the other character you have a crush on

but remember I said think? yeah if they didn't know the nicknames given back to the comic boys, like sksw link being called sky - he'll be jealous of HIMSELF. they're petty like sad wet cats who demand attention. and also kinda dumb too.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Preserve Us

You know how in conservation biology you sometimes try to introduce a pair to be mated and one will just... just fuckin' merc' the other? Just absolutely obliterate them in a hissing, growling, nightmare ball of fury? Before anyone can stop them? Territorial and (to put it lightly) "uninterested", dispite your desperate desire to save their species from extinction, and need for them to get frisky?

I know.

Holy SHIT do I know.

There's a lot of reasons. Ways you can (hopefully) get around it. But first? Is finding out WHY it happened. Was it just the one? The environment? Were they sick? Or... as is the case sometimes, did they decide their Handler was their mate? Some species only mate once. Are loyal for life. You gotta work around that.

Which is all well and fine and good.

When we're talking about ANIMALS.

Non-sentient, non-sapient animals! Not ALIEN SPECIES! What the ABSOLUTE FRESH HELL did they expect from me!? Compliance?! This was UNETHICAL! Monstrous! I had been trying to slip my gaurds long enough to radio for help SINCE I GOT HERE.

I hope the fuckers ROTTED in whatever their Gods considered a Hell.

"Conservation facility" my ENTIRE ASS. You can't run CONSERVATION EFFORTS like this on SENTIENTS. Eugenics loving, atrocity fetishizing, immoral BASTARDS!!! And they KNEW it too. They HAD too! Or they wouldn't be HIDING it! Fucking KIDNAPPING scientists! Biologists! Doctors!

I was on my ways to study Lekku monkeys!

God...

I'm? I'm so tired of being pissed.

Furious and outraged and SCARED. Horrified and sick. There are PEOPLE here. Kids! And I don't... oh god, I don't... H-How LONG has this been going ON? Why did no one NOTICE?

Every day I feel my heart break. The desire to scream and scream and never STOP, grow inside me. I have to get out. I have to get us ALL out. Get these people FREE. Do SOMETHING. But I am forced to "conserve" the species assigned to me. The group assigned to me.

It's killing my love for the field. Making a mockery of everything I worked for.

I don't... I don't think my hands will ever be clean again.

But I have to help. Do everything I can. Make hell a little kinder, if nothing else. At least while I figure out a way OUT. My group deserves better. The groups I do not work with, deserve better.

I disguise games as "testing". Pages and pages of meaningless numbers ans scores. INSIST that enrichment is the key to success. Diet is EVERYTHING. Oh, and habitat? Well unless we can mimic their habitat there's no WAY they'll "breed".

No, no, using machines would stress them out too much.

It's like you DONT want babies!

Who's the expert here? That's RIGHT! Dr. Cho, but FAILING her and like five other people? Me. And I know for a FACT they are pulling the same scam. We ALL fucking hate you. Dr. Cho has KIDS, you FUCKS. Hasn't seen her son in YEARS thanks to you bastards. He was engaged. She's probably missed his WEDDING thanks to you!

Getting distracted, spiraling again, gotta stop DOING that.

It wont help anyone.

But God, if my brain doesn't slowly feel like it's shorting out the longer I'm here. Stress is called the silent killer for a reason. Or what that something else? Fuck. I can't even look it up! Bastards cut us off from the galactic web. Full information blackout. Because of COURSE they did... can't risk us rightfully calling for help.

Getting the Feds involved to shut this hell pit of a black site DOWN. Or a "whatever it truely is" site. Because it sure as SHIT has nothing to do with conservational biology. Except maybe the abuse of it.

But that doesn't help me right now.

Focus, damn it!

The Yanderens. Old, absurdly rare, nearly extinct, with a home planet they'd reduced to uninhabitable wastelands millennia ago due too... something. No one knew what. There had definitely been fighting. It WAS documented they were excellent fighters. Ruthless ones at that. But it was ALSO documented they strongly pack bonded.

There had been a lot of strongly worded warnings on what few documation my captures were able to find, translate, then shove at me. But honestly? They said the same thing about humans. Ooooh big scary persistent hunters~ oh nooooo! Watch out for the omnivores with a history of war! Sins of the father and we are defined by our diets! Class systems! Let's all JUDGE each ooooootheeeeer~!

Yeah, no. Not buying it.

Especially when the "warnings" were so damn vague and poorly documented. All "the HORRORS!" and "we barely SURVIVED!". Cause honestly? The Yanderens I was watching over? Easily the most mild and temperate individuals I had ever met. No tantrums from the kids, no big emotional meltdowns, just curiosity and at WORST? Mild frustration.

It made everything ten thousand times worse for me, that these poor people were in this hellish place. They were calm. Curious. Meant for greater, BETTER things! They should be out, playing and learning. Exploring and enjoying peaceful strolls in some art gallery or zen garden somewhere! Not... not this sterile fucking LAB.

But then M-17 loses his SHIT.

And now I'm kinda panicking. Because F-6 is not just dead, God rest her soul (she didn't deserve this. Oh god. She was so SWEET.), but M-17 might just be too, soon. If I can't find out what HAPPENED. Because if he's "feral" or "diseased" or whatever other horrifying terminology they end up using? They DO something about it.

And I can't actually stop them.

I... I don't know if it was a trauma response. Or I did something wrong. I could PROBABLY pass it off as my needing more studies into their observed "mating habits"? That... that I somehow... turned it... uuuuh... dominance battle? Shit. Where are my notes?!

F-6 is DEAD and its all my fault.

She was such a cuddle fiend too. Always excited to hear about my studies, from before. My life. Wanted to join me after we got out of here. I never should have let her volunteer. Granted, she wouldn't have taken no for an answer. Wanted to spend the pregnancy plotting our escape. Asked me to help raise the kid once we got out. Had a whole grand plan. But I...And I...

God...

I should have said NO. Insisted. It was just so hard, when F-6 had made it all sound like it would be okay. Like she had a plan and all I need to do was trust her. Believe in her. Then we could be free.

I had hoped M-17 would work best. He was always the most agreeable and quick on the uptake. I figured... well... ha ha. God, I'm such an IDIOT. I should have CHECKED. Who KNOWS what happened before I arrived? What triggered I just accidentally rammed my foot into? FUCK! I sweep everything from me desk onto the ground. Don't give I shit that I'll have to clean it up later,

I had figured M-17 would be COOL with it.

This place is getting to me, isn't it?

Why the FUCK would anyone be COOL with getting jumped? Bred like an animal? Shoved in some random ass room, with a vaguely familiar stranger, and told "now fuck. We want a literal litter from you two"? All while some biologist watchs and makes god damned NOTES!?

Of course he fought back. OF COURSE he didn't stop!

The only one there he could trust was himself.

I...I'm becoming a monster... aren't I?

Oh god.

At least we're in the satellite facility. The gaurds are definitely going to rat me out, but the news will take time to filter back. And... and the Yanderens being so "dangerous" might work in my favor. I... I can spin this. I HAVE to spin this. I can't let TWO people die for my fuck up.

I promised myself I would get as many people out as I could. I refuse to back out now. Even if that means crying, puking, then going out there to lie my ASS off. This was TOTALLY NORMAL. In fact, expected! Yep! It means that's we've determined that M-17 is the alpha Yanderen! A thing that is both REAL and possible to BE!

I rinse my mouth, stomach empty. Crying has exhausted me. But I can't give up. Too many lives count on me now. I... I wish so badly I was just a nobody again. Just some random biology student, trying to make a name for herself. Being "important" is a CURSE.

I try not to chug my water as I half stumble out of the glorified shoebox that is my bathroom into the much larger and Fancier CLOSET that is my room. Truely, no expense spared, for the captives they ripped away from their lives. So glad I am here willingly and of my own volition.

I gather myself. Finally ready to go and try to untangle the mess I have made of everything. When a deep booming alarm rattles my bones. The lights flickering to red. Blast doors slide down, SLAM shut over the transparent recessed bit of wall that counts as my window, the door to the rest of the facility.

Trapping me inside my small room.

Almost immediately after, an EXPLOSION rocks the world hard enough to knock me from my feet. Only the bed's limited padding keeping me from a nasty concussion. The edge of it still ramming painfully into my shoulder. Another explosion. Then another. I sit for a long, terrible, second stunned.

The moment passes.

I scramble on my hands and knees for the in facility communication device that I had knocked from my desk in anger, grief. Not daring to stand lest I be thrown down again. I manage to find it as the world shakes again for the fifth time. Followed by what sounds like gun fire out in the halls.

I fling myself back towards my shitty little bunk. Drag every bit of padding and protection I can, down and under it with me. If the roof goes? I want shock absorption. If shots get through the door? I want something to slow those blasts down. Anything. ANYTHING! To increase my fucked chances of surviving.

I burrito up and wriggle back as deep as I can. The world muffled but ending just outside my crawlspace. Then I desperately try to get one of the others on the line. I got nothing but chaos. Running. Running. Hiding. And Dead.

Dead. Dying.

Remember me.

And GONE.

Some of them fighting with their groups too freedom. Some being targeted right along side their captors. Others savaged by the ACTUAL animals they had been working with, the one's Galacticly deemed too dangerous for effort like this. Someone or something had set EVERYONE free. A simultaneous attack on all fronts that our captors could not put down or escape.

The Yanderens were out there.

Oh god. Please let them be okay. They wer-

My thoughts ground to a halt as M-32 LAUNCHED his tiny body onto the screen of one of the security feeds I was desperately looking through. F-6 had figured out how to get us a backdoor to them a long time ago. M-32 was just a kid. A small, soft, cuddly little thing that loved to lean against me and crawl into my lap. All cherubic cheeks and cute little curls. Shy!

Yet I watched... in mounting horror... as like a lion on some unfortunate animal, he landed on a gaurds back. Small arms going around his body in a mockery of a hug. Head tilting so he could BITE at the back of the man's neck, small hands clawing and ripping at weak points in his armor, as he screamed. Thrashed. Tried desperately to get M-32 OFF of him.

There was so much blood.

My hands were shaking. So much, I accidentally hit the next screen button. Jerked my thumb back. But... but oh god. There was F-26. Using the butt of a rifle to slam down against the head of a scientist. Again and again and again. Long after the begging and thrashing stopped. I flipped again. M-4? No... please not M-4. Not the soft spoken and wise...

I watched as he grinned, a cold thing, and shot out another joint. His foot on the chest of the head scientist who had moved him to a different group. In the background, his supervisor lay dead. They had not died quickly. The head scientist was begging. A mess of tears and pain. M-4 shot another joint, pressing his foot down harder.

I wanted to be sick.

I flipped again. And again. And AGAIN.

H...Had I known them at ALL? Like demons wearing the faces of those I'd known. People I'd trusted. Not a SINGLE ONE was... oh... oh god. F-6. Had she been too? Would I have ever known? Was THIS what all those warnings meant? I couldn't think. Couldn't breath. Had... Had never had a panic attack but... BUT-!

I wheezed.

Shook.

"Oh, Clever giiiirl~" A familiar voice sang, before a blood splattered face flickered into being on the screen in my hands. "Where aaaare yoooou~?"

M-17. He'd somehow managed to take over the security cameras. That or the communication feed. His eyes were bright. A grin on his face like I'd never seen from him. ALIVE in a way I'd never seen him. The excitement transformed his face. No longer softly doll like, but something DANGEROUS. Unhinged. His eyes dilated and deadly teeth on display.

"Come out, come out wherever you aaaare~. I have so much to TELL you! We have so much to DO! I'm going to make you MINE sweetheart! No one else can have you. So come out. I won't hurt you much, I promise! Just gotta make you mine then we can leave okay~?"

Furious snarls echoed through the halls. Male and female alike. Old and young. I... I recognized each of those voices. What was HAPPENING?

"Aaaah? Did you TRASH really think you DESERVED her? Ha! Please." M-17 grin was cruel. Mocking. "You don't have a chance in hell of taking what's MINE."

His eyes seems to shift away from unseen enemies and back, somehow, to me. Warming to something euphoric. Resting his head on his hand as if to consider me. His fingers spread, stroking his own face, as if the desire to TOUCH was simply too great. As if what he was imagining was bleeding over into the real world.

"Oh clever girl~ my clever, clever girl~♡ I can't wait til it's just you and ME. Start think of where you want to go first, okay? We're going to get married. Have that child you wanted me for. All the things you ever dreamed~♡ I'm going to have you all to myself. No more annoying others. Ah~ can't wait to find you soon!"

"But first?"

"May the best of us Win."

[yuri-is-online]

Have you ever seen the show You on Netflix? I'm watching the pilot right bow and all i can think is "yander jade yandere jade yandere jade" cause some of the shit Joe Goldberg says? "Sometimes the most valuable things are the most helpless" "people are just so. Disappointing" like?? Jade??? Bro is that you in some sick obsessed alternate timeline???? The calm insanity of these two characters just. Overlap. I usually don't fuck with yanderes but i can weirdly see this?

I do not actually have a netflix subscription so I have not. But I do know a little bit about what you are referring to because it's based off of a book I watched a lot of reviews for *checks youtube* five fucking years ago???? (O_O;)

I like yandere stuff to an extent. I'm not crazy about the ones that like hurting their darlings. One or two murder attempts is fine, I can be more lenient if they're like enemies on the opposing sides of a war but wanting to torture someone is a bit much. Also not a huge fan of ones who jump from darling to darling, thought those can be fun as villains. As for yandere Jade（｀∀´ハ|

>"Sometimes the most valuable things are the most helpless"

Jade mentions he likes making terrariums because of the story of the Sea Witch trapping creatures in them. Maybe he could trap Yuu in a terrarium? Oh that would be so cute, he would make it so perfect they'd just love it.

>"people are just so. Disappointing"

Jade says he found Yuu boring at first, but that's not how he thinks about them now >:] He finds a lot of people not worth his time until they do something he deems exciting, so when he decides Yuu is exciting... well he can be a bit obsessed. As a treat. He already has all the magicam information including the stuff attached to the private accounts of all the Octavinelle freshmen... he might see cracking into what make Yuu ticks since they have no digital footprint as a challenge! How exciting and unpredictable just the way he likes it.

[mci-writing]

Warmth (Midoriya Izuku x Reader)

Warnings: Obsessiveness (near the end), implied major character death, reanimated corpse (it’s Deku), necromancy, Deku is the equivalent of Frankenstein’s monster kinda, a little ooc, mentions of pain, descriptions of skin burning (not exactly but yeah idk how to explain it)

Kofi

Viridian irises glance over the form laid before them, a longing sigh passing through chapped lips and landing on deaf ears. Fingers, cold to the touch and tinted blue from lack of flowing blood and oxygen, slide across the small expanse of exposed (s/t) skin, the thumb stopping just under a closed left eye and softly, lovingly, tenderly rubbing the area. It leaves the warmest goosebumps, so warm it should ache, dulling once the contact is distanced.

Whispers of ‘patience’ sound through the air, chilling down to the bone and causing him to pull away out of instinct. The reactions of those around him tell him that they aren’t really there, but he can’t help his response after being told such for so long. For so achingly long.

“Deku-kun,” He feels himself straighten at the voice beside him, a hand setting itself at the small of his back. The thumb rubs small, circles in an attempt to soothe his worrying, “If you keep tugging at your lip like that, you’ll rip it off.”

He becomes self-aware of his habit after his companion points it out, cheeks warming as he quickly lets it go. He wets his lips with his tongue after, teeth grazing over the bottom one as they pop out. He’s unable to stop the awkward chuckle that follows or the way his eyes flit from those around him to the body on the table.

“I’m sure (L/n)-San wouldn’t mind reattaching it once they wake, Uraraka-San,” Todoroki stands near the door, his eyes never straining from beyond the frame as he speaks to them. It’s hard to miss his tense demeanor from where they’re placed, one of his fangs pointing past his lips.

Izuku feels himself sweat at that, a wobbly smile forming on his face as he brings his full attention back to the other members of their group. The best he can manage out is a small “T-Thanks, Todoroki-San” as his hand connects with (Y/n)’s and laces his fingers through theirs.

Silence fills the room again after that. Midoriya can hear his heart racing and feel (Y/n)’s faint pulse. They pump in tandem together, like always. Yet, it does nothing to ease his fears. He knows that spell they cast was powerful, but they’ve been out for a few days now. The only reassurances he’s received of them still being alive was the small noises they’d make as they rested, the way their hand tightly holds his each time he holds it, and the addictive burn he receives with each touch to their skin.

The book of necromancy did say that some spells would be harder to cast for users with less experience, but Midoriya didn’t realize that translated to needing to rest for so long to regain the little strength of power (Y/n) knew how to use. He would’ve tried harder to suggest something else for their escape.

“Oi, Deku!” The rough voice of his childhood friend wakes him from his thoughts, his thumb and forefinger making themselves known on his lips as they tightly squeeze from the small jump he makes. He’s being side-eyed by shades of crimson, but not many would catch the soft worry behind them, “Me n Shitty Hair’s got the ship waiting at the dock. Cargo truck’s outside.”

Emerald eyes meet the fiery shades, an understanding spoken between them that only their little bubble could process. Without a beat, Bakugou comes forward and lifts the end of the slab they're laying across and Todoroki is quick to grab the other end. They load it into the cargo truck's trunk, careful to ensure they're strapped down in the back before Todoroki hops out. Midoriya watches on, eyes longing for the warmth he’s just lost.

~~~~~

The car only holds four people, debatably three if you wanted to argue whether or not Midoriya could still be counted as human in his current form. He was undead, that much he could confirm from the way his body had been stitched together and the ice cold feeling of his skin when he wasn’t within a certain proximity of (Y/n). He was something like Frankenstein, but the context seemed less science fiction and more fantasy. He had no clue why he had been brought back to life, just that he had been. (Y/n) and Kacchan always avoided the question when he’d ask how he’d died.

That’s another thing, it’s always the three of them. Even now, only Kacchan and (Y/n) were going to board the boat with him. Kirishima was only here to take them there and back.

His gaze pans away from the passing scenery outside to the body pressed against his. His cheeks warm as bright a red as they possibly can at the proximity, yet he can’t force himself to move away from the burning sensation of their skin touching. It hurts in the nicest way possible, making him feel way more alive than he thought possible. It’s why he thought he had just woken from a long sleep instead of immediately thinking he’d come back to life, the warmth too comforting for him to question anything at the time. Both of his companions joked about it being out of character for him.

He takes in the low rise of their chest and the serene look of their face. It’s one of the very few times he hasn’t seen them worried out of their mind since being brought back to life. He’s tried not to keep count of their smiles, one of his favorite aspects about them. If with their lips held in a neutral shape, he’s fighting the urge to kiss them until they swell.

He feels himself warm more at the repeated thought of laying a kiss on their unconscious form. He should be ashamed, but he’s been wanting to be intimate with them for a while now. It’s gotten so bad he gets a little jealous when he catches them and Kacchan away from him, whispering between themselves in a bubble of their own that he feels he won’t fit in.

That thought sours his feelings a little, especially when he knows he could never take them from Kacchan and he could never take Kacchan from them. The idea of them moving forward without him, leaving him out, and further pushing him away from the picture he'd perfectly fit in before his current state, gives him a deep pit feeling in his chest that he doesn't enjoy dwelling on for too long.

But right here… Right now…? He could just give them a quick peck and pretend it didn’t happen. No one would know… Unless they woke up from it or something…

He weighs his options, emerald eyes measuring and tracing the outlines of your lips. He has vivid memories of the one time he managed to get a kiss from them, in the dead of night when the only witnesses aside from themselves were the twinkling constellations. He doesn't remember how long ago it was, but he can perfectly picture the sight of them shyly smiling, their face warm, and (e/c) eyes dilated like a super moon. Their lips fit perfectly against his, slated and locked like they were meant to be attached for eternity, and delectably soft like fresh baked goods straight from the oven. He'd press his lips against them as much as he possibly could, suffocate against them even.

The cons would be them waking and beating the shit out of him... Or Kacchan catching him and beating the shit out of him...

Midoriya leans forward, hand burning as he cups their cheek. He rubs his thumb against their skin as his lips finally meet theirs again. It feels like home, his lips feverishly sucking against the plump flesh like he'll never be able to do so again.

He pulls away once he realizes he's being too greedy, too desperate. He sucks in a deep breath, the butterflies rising to his chest as his heart pounds against his ribcage. He can feel the warm honeydew in his cheeks, worsening when his eyes dart up and meet a certain pair of crimson ones. They stare at one another for a moment, but Midoriya can't read what Bakugou is thinking at all. Bakugou sends him a small smile, or something close to it. His lips quirk upward on one side before he turns back to the road. Kirishima is talking about something, but he's obviously not paying attention.

"'Zuku?" The soft call of his name has him looking down, meeting the dazed stare of (Y/n). They're still relatively exhausted from their overuse of magic, a bit of light missing from their pupils. They press their cheek into his hand, the bags under their eyes heavy, "Are we... heading there?"

"We're going to the dock right now, (Y/n). Kacchan's in the front seat and Kirishima's driving us there," Midoriya informs them, voice low as to not cause them any discomfort. He knows they typically suffer from headaches after too much use of their necromancy abilities, "I'm sure you should be able to rest a bit longer-"

"No, no," They begin to sit up, getting a grip on his shoulder and using it to push themselves up. They let go and force themselves to sit up on their knees, getting in a position where they can easily look out the window, "I have to check that... we're not... Not being..."

Their voice trails off as they grab their head, another splintering headache racking their body from the sudden movement. Midoriya is quick to grab hold of them, leaning their body against his. Gravity lays them back across his lap, their face pressing into the fabric of his shirt while they close their eyes. Out of instinct, he presses his fingers against the nape of their neck, slowly sliding them upwards to press at various spots in the back of their head.

"No one's following us, (Y/n). We made sure of that..." He murmurs, pushing their hair out of their eyes. His hand eases down the side of their face, fingers hooking under their chin and pushing it up so they can see him better, "Get your rest."

"Izuku...," They stare at him for a moment, different emotions flashing through their (e/c) eyes. One of their hands reaches up for his cheek, the flesh feeling as if it'll catch on fire at any moment. They pull away too quickly for his liking, the same stricken look reaching their eyes like every other time they touch him and they're reminded of their afflictions. He's heard them apologize to him in the late hours before.

With little thought, he grabs their hand and presses it back to his flesh. He feels just a little closer to being human again at the touch. He nuzzles into their hold, keeping eye contact with them and watching the confliction beyond their irises. He doesn't care about the way his body screams to flinch away from the heat, pressing more into it as opposed to as opposed to running from it. He tightens his hold when he feels them try to tug away from him.

“Izuku, stop. You’re hurting yourself-,”

"No, it's okay," He responds too quickly, leaning into their touch. He presses his ear to their chest, listening to the steady beating of their heart and the movement of their breathing in their chest. The heat isn't as excruciating, simmering to an addictive warmth adjacent to bodies entangled in a hug. It crawls over his skin and wraps around him like a blanket, "Everything is okay..."

He never wants to leave from (Y/n)'s hold, (Y/n)'s warmth, ever again. He doesn't know how he could ever live without it, especially not now when the cold is even colder than before...

[yellowocaballero]

DIMILETH! DIMILETH!! DIMILETH!!!!!!! *claps enthusiastically*

YEAH DIMILETH! I'M GONNA RAMBLE ABOUT IT!

There's a serious dearth of good Dimileth content, I think. A pretty high % is E and those kind of feel like dressed up xreader fics in generic aus, tbh. Considering how Byleth's entire character arc is about her growing out of being your self-insert and actualizing as a full person, I can't really get behind them. I think uh there's a truly excessive number of ways to write them badly, out of character, or both.

I've talked SEVERAL times about how I dislike those mommy gf/bf dynamics, especially in H/C. There's always a whumpee to project on, who normally has anxiety or depression and has panic attacks, and a perfect partner who provides therapy and hugs and the comfort. In real life it would be remarkably unhealthy. People are usually better about this in M/F dynamics, but it's unhealthy straight or gay. Where Dimileth comes in is: a) it is extremely easy to fall into this trap, because of how people relate to Dimitri and Byleth and Dimitri's canon relationship, and b) it is uniquely bad, because it is very similar to their teacher/student dynamic. And you want them to grow out of that. You do. For obvious reasons.

What I love about Byleth is that she is kind and nurturing, despite everything. She's so empathic, understanding, supportive, and kind towards Dimitri. I love the story of an emotionless person choosing kindness - somebody who made the conscious decision to turn away from a live of endless violence and death and choose family and love. I don't want to erase that just bc it's surface level mommy gf.

For me, what I decided on is to just flip those tables. You have to completely reconfigure that dynamic into one between two adults and equals. And I think it eventually ended up as - Byleth provided unconditional support, love, and caring to these kids, and now that she's Achieved Sadness it's her turn to receive that. You have to love to have love returned. During their little roleplay scene, Byleth experiences a wonderful feeling of safety and understanding and care. She provided that for Dimitri, and Dimitri provided that for her. She had to be the adult for a long time, on many levels she is still being expected to be the adult, but now that she's speedrunning emotional puberty she has somebody to help her through that (Narratively, it's a good balance for Dimitri himself too - as somebody who received care for a while, I do want to show that he's still an adult who's capable of providing that to others).

Whew. Normally romantic ships are uhhh not the point in anything I write, but in this fic the Dimileth encapsulates the point. Obviously in Phase 1 there was a lot of set-up for it, and equally obviously Byleth did not even passingly think of him romantically or sexually (like would she have even be capable???), but in a story about teenagers becoming adults and a girl finding humanity I think a sweet way to capture that is the insanity of somebody's first teenage love. Thanks for reading!

[dotchi18]

Reflection

(The Leumin x MC Supernatural oneshot that I had promised so long ago ;,; @hime-bee

I really hope you enjoy this, and if you don't that's fine too, I just love this man so much ;w;

Leumin found his match in Patheticness <3 )

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Love.

It was her favorite emotion to be around and absorb.

It was why when Dotchi bounced around to new places, she would always pick a job that got her closer to people, especially couples.

The job at the coffee shop, while not a great source of positive emotions in comparison to past jobs she had, it still gave her wonderful warm meals in the form of her favorite regulars happily enjoying their coffee.

Reflecting the emotions of others was how she survived. She was unsure of what her kind was called, but they were... Shapeshifters? Of sorts? It was hard to explain.

She had a core self, as most of her kind did, one that looked like those silly little Valentine cards humans liked so much, and everything else was kind of whatever she could mold it to be.

Making herself taller or shorter, she could give herself brown eyes or blue ones, crooked teeth, freckles, anything was theoretically at her fingertips.

Dotchi herself preferred female bodies on the plus size, and she liked making her hair red as fresh blood, matching the heart she had situated her chest, but everything was an afterthought, preferring to even wipe her face clean of any features at all when she was alone at home.

Still, considering what she fed on, she was very sensitive to the emotions of others.

They were almost like dishes for her to sample, taking them and reflecting them back onto the person to keep up their mood.

But not all of the same emotions tasted the same, as it depended on the person.

Dotchi had tasted lust before, but when her Boss at the coffee shop approached her, she would politely recoil from him as best as she could, as the taste of his lust was akin to spoiled apples.

There was no affection to freshen it, to make it palatable for her, so she avoided him, finding him rather unpleasant to be around.

And when she found herself standing under the Bus Stop Shelter, meeting her chosen green eyes with the unruly bangs of another with his eyes staring back from behind, it was there she encountered the sweetest dish.

" Oh-" He started, but the white noise that filled Dotchi's ears from her beating core was too much, her face flushing.

Love.

Love.

Love Love Love Love LOVE, There was so much love, he had so much love to give her-

It was with the slightest hint of awareness of herself clinging to her that she lifted her bag in front of her core so it wasn't beating through her shirt, covering herself from the concentrated beam of delight and love that was coming from this man.

What was he saying?

Something about the bus not working?

'Say something. Say anything, he'll think you're an idiot and he won't stick around for you to reflect off him-'

" H-How the Hell am I supposed to get home now?"

' Too Rough, Too Rough.' She scolded herself, but saw him shift, nervousness salting the dish a bit, adorable.

" Um... I could walk you home... if you want.

There's enough room under this umbrella for two."

Fuck, she would follow this man to the end of the world if he asked her to.

Shaking her head to knock those thoughts away, she flushed a deeper red.

Were these the feelings he felt for her?

It had to be, it was seeping into her and making her feel the same, like sipping on the thickest Hot Chocolate, having the warm feeling spreading deep into her core.

Before she knew it she was approaching under his umbrella, and he told her his name was Leumin.

A cute name for a delightful Cutie.

Making small idle talk about the rain as they kept close, close enough that she noticed that he smelled like flora, coffee and fresh laundry much to her delight, he then asked her about Raynee's Cafe.

" I go there a lot. I enjoy the Coffee."

Did he? It was hard to differentiate the emotions within the crowd of people- a veritable feast of emotions- but perhaps he was why there was always a sweet aftertaste from the other emotions? The aftertaste that kept her from quitting from the lust her Boss always crammed down her throat?

" The Coffee is pretty good, right?" She beamed as she leaned forward a little to look him more in the face.

She was learning more about him! She was so excited!

" If there's one thing my job does right, it's the products we sell." She boasted in pride, riding high on his attention.

" Er... What do you mean by that?" His confusion flavored his positive thoughts like a gentle tang of a chocolate orange.

Were all of his feelings so perfectly flavored?

" Well, the management is pretty mediocre, and my boss is a little... assertive, at best."

She had thought she had worded that well enough.

But then it seeped into her.

Anger. It gently popped inside her like hot popcorn, as she told him about her boss 'forgetting' to send her the email that said the cafe was under renovations.

" Doesn't he have better things to do?" Leumin asked, the heat and the citrus mixing in an interesting flavor combo.

" That's the same thing I said!" Dotchi threw her hands into the air, noticing then that in this form she was so much shorter than him. The blush returned to her face with a small vengeance.

Was he a cuddler? Would he hold her with as much sweetness as his feelings? Would he hold onto the very core of her being, her heart, and make her feel so small in his hands?

" A-Anyways, No use crying over spilled milk... Might as well suck it up and move on, yeah?"

' You're going too far again, slow down, he's probably waiting for you to speak!'

" ... I suppose." The feelings were still there, though the sweetness soon poured over it with his happiness as he found she liked to game.

She found he was a florist, and noticed that while talking about it a small mellow flavor of the nervousness and sadness from before flavored it as he muttered something she couldn't hear.

She hoped she didn't do anything to make him upset, falling back into small contentment when the sweetness came back.

They talked until they were nearly before her house, and she looked up to him.

Gods... She hoped she wasn't being too forward for him.

" We're probably about two minutes from my place now. Would you... like to come over for some coffee?"

As she rambled at her coffee not being as good as that at the shop thanks to insufficient equipment, she could feel his excitement, which gave his feelings an excited popping feeling with his sweetness, like a Crunch Bar.

" Do you... Really not mind?" He asked.

" Not at all! I mean, you've gone out of your way to walk me home! I think a cup of coffee is the least I can do, you know?"

A not so small part of her wished she could do more for him, like maybe make him something hot to eat, or maybe get him out of his damp clothes-

But that was too far for a first meeting!

Too much!

" Well... I-If you really don't mind it, then... I accept your Kindness."

It wasn't like she wouldn't do that for others, empathy was literally what sustained her kind, but she was especially delighted at him being so nice to her as they got to her apartment building, and with a hopefulness for the future, let him inside.

[sophiethewitch1]

"Dates" with the batboys. Ice cream with Dick. Motorcycle rides with Jason. Coffee with Tim. Art with Damian. This will be so interesting and sorta funny, like in the early stages of their "taboo" feelings. They know that they shouldn't be having feelings for you, but can't really help themselves. So imagining that the two of you are a couple and going on "dates" is the only way they can have you.(yknow, before saying fuck it and being with you anyway.) You know what they says delulu is the solulu.👄💅💅💅(spoiler: it doesn't works.)

the way it totally would work for this reader. romantic breaks the universe, remember? You are one single bouquet of roses away from caving to their insanity at all times

[demonsfate]

sorry but imagine if in tk8, when xiao had to fight the jack bots on yakushima, she reacted to it like this.

it really shows you how terrible her character was in tk5-tk6. and no, it's not a result of character development, it's not her "maturing" in tk7-tk8 - though i'm sure the writers would claim that if they were to acknowledge this. because she wasn't like this in tk4. she had none of these super childish intros and wins in tk4. in fact, in both tk3 & tk4, she was a very confident fighter, and with a good head on her shoulders. she was able to deduce that it was jin who had sent her the anonymous email, and to start distrusting heihachi. in tk5, she has been infantilize - she's way more clumsy, way more "insecure" (as seen above) way more childish, crying about heihachi and refers to him as "grandpa" even after finding out all he's done (despite tk4 xiao was ready to drop his ass when discovering how evil he was)

the character assassination of jin gets discussed often, but xiao doesn't get talked about as much. luckily, she was fixed pretty quickly - which i may even credit blood vengeance for doing. still, her characterization in tk5 - tk6 irks me. it's just weird to infantilize her, especially when she's the main character's love interest. she was even worse in tk6. in tk5, she was just infantilize. in tk6... they *gulped* made her vaguely yandere, too...

[anradalikesfish]

god i am still so angry about ventique defending ugigiugi like fucking apollo are you that blind

yeah yeah they're your friend and you dont wanna see them getting "attacked" but if you really ARE someone's friend you wouldnt be afraid to call them out on their bullshit

and if they decide to unfriend you after that? then they weren't really your friend

an actual friend would try to become better once you showed them the error of their ways

a decent person would try to become better and give an actual apology for the things they've done or said and actually make an effort to make up for past mistakes

but no, all you did was throw a pathetic little tantrum at us while trying to defend a person whos actions arent even justifiable, and all she (ugigiugi) did was shift the blame on the people calling her out and playing the victim

calling us "embarrassing" and "pathetic", motherfucker you know whats embarrassing and pathetic? being an artist and supporting someone who TRACES art and puts it out calling it their own.

and you didnt even fucking do anything to address the damn situation and the plagiarism or provide proof that would render her innocent (which is a fucking lie btw) because you're so fucking busy defending someone who doesnt even deserve to be defended

to be honest i used to, keyword USED TO like your art i USED TO like seeing your posts but its always just malleus malleus malleus, malleus this, malleus that, malleus malleus malleus its so fucking TIRING and exhausting

your comics aren't even entertaining and the constant innuendoes arent even funny anymore with how overused they are

and the way you feel the need to relate every. fucking. THING. to malleus is soOOOOOO SICKENING its always just the same bullshit over and over, this little thing could be related to any character or NO character at all but its ALLLLWAYS MALLEUS MALLEUS MALLEUS its so fucking REPETITIVE and it doesnt even make SENSE anymore

and the way you keep fucking going and showing shit or dialogue from the game and going "malleyuu is canon!!" BITCH its NOT a FUCKING DATING. SIMULATOR.

its NOT an otome you ARENT supposed to date them you are FREE to SHIP THEM but dear GOD stop fucking INSISTING THAT YOUR GODDAMN SHIP IS FUCKING CANON AND GETTING MAD AND THROWING A TEMPER TANTRUM WHEN PEOPLE SAY THEY DONT LIKE MALLEUS OR YOUR FUCKING SHIP

i cannot COUNT how many times ive seen you make a post with "malleus isnt overrated" HE IS YOU DUMBASS HES SO OVERLY GLORIFIED AND THE FANDOM WORSHIPS HIM LIKE AN IDOL GOOD FUCKING CHRIST WHY ARE YOU SO IN DENIAL

tl;dr: i fucking hate ventique and ugigiugi now ive had ENOUGH

im fucking tired

[mappippi]

(hc: meka has a habit of staring at their boobies because she's easily distracted everytime a very attractive person talks to her)

imagine being meka nikaru and you're just doing your business at school until a very hot attractive person comes up to you and talks with you but you somehow got easily distracted and stare at thwir boobs instead

[ask-yandere-sim]

ayano do you like women?

[ddarker-dreams]

my favorite moment in fanfiction.

[danaty-consolation]

Urusei Yatsura- Psychotic Kiss

Yandere Ataru breaks through their dimension momentarily and creates chaos.

Based on this ask because it was such a great idea