#yandere fallout imagines

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Hey! Do you have any headcanons (SFW or NSFW) for Piper from Fallout 4?

Piper Wright

When you came to diamond city, looking so scruffy and honestly speaking, frightening, she didn't know how to feel! Piper had biases, and she always judged people before meeting them.

Of course, after finding out more about you, she felt... guilty. You were simply a gentle giant. Quiet, barely talked, yet so sweet and caring. The way you shielded her from harm, the way you took care of Nat as if she was your own child, the love you held in your eyes, it was breathtaking.

Piper didn't want to accept she was developing feelings for someone. She had Nat to take care of, and a paper to run! There was no place for love in that combination. Except, it's not that easy to tell your heart that.

Especially when she's prone to getting extremely jealous.

Why, why, just why was everyone so attracted to you?! Whenever you were at a bar, men and women wanted to get it on with you. People you would save would fall head over heels for you. It was as if you were a magnet for crazed lovesick freaks!

She wasn't one, though. No, no, she was one of the good ones, one of the normal ones. If she kept telling herself that, she will believe it one day, right?

She was indeed right. She was the only one who could protect you. If you were hers, then nobody else would harass you, it was a win-win situation, for sure!

"Blue... Come on, I'm doing this for your own good!"

NSFW

Piper is a desperate lover in the bedroom. If you have male parts, she will always be on top, desperately trying to pleasure herself on you, and if you have female parts, she always rides your face.

She wants to be on top. Wants to feel like you're giving her all your attention and love. You're hers after all.

Piper loves whenever your hands touch her body, making her feel the very little scar on them. Play with her breasts, it's her weak spot.

She doesn't really enjoy going down on you, as she's a very selfish lover, making it everything about her, and proving to the world that you're hers.

She will leave marks on you, and if you have male parts, she always begs you to cum in her.

If you made her pregnant, you wouldn't be able to run off anymore, right? You love kids, right?

[losersiren]

Yandere! Vault Dweller

N: I just finished the Fallout show, went on YouTube and fell down a rabbit hole of lore about the game. I decided Vault 11 shall be sacrificed (hehe). Everything I put in this fic is from the videos I've watched and the fan wiki, so it's like semi-accurate… Cw: talks about suicide, suicide (not the reader), violence, yandere tendencies, gore(?), death, manipulation, coercion, talks of death, should be gn! reader safe.... if not, put me in the chamber WC: 2.2k

Quiet. It was quiet. The silence is deafening, yet the ringing in your ear grows louder and louder, each second feeling as if eons had passed. The automated computer voice repeats in your head like a catchy song you’ll hear on those dusty records, the ones Mama used to play and dance to.

“Congratulations, citizens of Vault 11! You have made the decision not to sacrifice one of your own. You can walk with your head held high, knowing that your commitment to human life is a shining example to us all. And to make that feeling of pride even sweeter, I have some exciting news. Despite what you were led to believe, the population of Vault 11 is not going to be exterminated for its disobedience. Instead, the mechanism to open the main vault door has now been enabled, and you can come and go at your leisure. But not so fast! Be sure to check with your overseer to find out if it's safe to leave. Here at Vault-Tec, your safety is our number one priority.”

You were young when your parents escaped the bombs to the vault you're situated in right now; you grew up believing that damned computer about sacrifices and watched your fellow vault mates get killed one by one. You waited for the time it would be you in that same chamber. Now, with this information surfaced…they died for what? An experiment? What would have happened if you had been voted overseer…

The lump in your throat grows heavier, and the arguments and yelling in the background become more and more apparent that you can't ignore them anymore. Your eyes drift to the man standing tall and proud beside you, Charli, his hair still somehow slick back; he still looks perfect even after the maddening chaos of events that transpired these past few days. His blue jumpsuit was as crisp as an ironed suit that the actors would wear from the moving pictures on television before the vault. His expression is as vacant as his blue eyes, his soft lips decorated with a barely visible smile. As he watches the other three vault survivors argue, Your brows furrow. 

Why isn’t he affected by the news like everyone else? This information is soul-crushing and life-changing!

Then again, you reason with yourself that maybe this is his way of coping; who are you to judge and microanalysis him like some psycho? Perhaps it’s the lack of sleep or the sense of safety ripped out of your hand like candy stolen from a baby. Heavens, you might nearly flip your lid entirely if something else happens. You sigh. To believe you almost were insinuating that Charli would even be a drop suspicious, and of what, exactly? He saved and shielded you from the massacre that only left the five of you remaining; he was your childhood best friend..how could you? You reprimand yourself.

His eyes finally meet yours, and the sympathy and worry you sought appeared when the blonde saw how distressed you were. “Are you alright?” his soft voice fills your head–drowning out the talks of whether the group should commit suicide in honour of your dead vault men or venture into the outside world to educate others on how your vault was misled. You were somewhat dissociated from the whole conversation. Reasonably so.

His hands, soft yet calloused, turn your head side to side to check for any visible injuries he might’ve missed, which he shouldn’t have—knitted eyebrows and razor-sharp eyes search frantically for anything. 

Charles or… As you’ll call him later in your relationship, Charlie, has always been like this. When you met him, he was a reserved kid, a trait that would carry on from his pubescent to adolescent years. 

When other kids grew out of their shyness and worrisome attitude and eventually adapted to the vault, he was pushed aside. Well, that wouldn’t be the only reason. His father was the first overseer of Vault 11, the same overseer who thought the best course of action was not to tell the vault residents about the sacrificial system they were now to live with. That same choice he made was the reason for his death, and he was the first to test the new system. He wasn’t a good man. He was greedy, a neglectful father and husband, and so on. A family now ruined by one man’s ill-considered decision; Charles's mom wasn’t much better, the textbook definition of a hypocrite. Bad-mouthing her dead husband, the same one she defended when said husband would push his son away.

Most would fear having no one at the end of the world, but it became Charles's life; while everyone adapted to vault life, Charles adapted to the misfortune of the consequences of his old man’s actions. You decided one day to talk to him while others stood clear. It was a simple conversation; others would just brush it off…which he did initially. But after that day, you would constantly seek him out, and with that, you wore a genuine smile and interest every time you talked to him. His walls crumbled into dust for you and only you. You were like a shooting star he wished for. His reputation grew because of you and, with that, his feelings for you sored. You became his way of life. In his teen years, he decided to become the best match for you– He would participate in every extracurricular activity the vault would provide to make him an unstoppable force of a man. The perfect golden boy was made..for you.

He had the “perfect body,” perfect sperm count, unmatched intelligence, and charisma—he perfected them (even if you were the only one he talked to for long periods)—strength, agility, endurance—all of it. He will be everything you need and more. With that, he made sure no one would vote you as overseer…

He was so soft on you that it would rival feathers. Do you need help lifting that? He's already there. Do you need help with your pre-war history? He’ll just sit you down and study with you for hours. Are you bleeding from an accidental cut? Don’t worry he just finished his first aid training. He already had a plan for you both for everything that would happen.

Everything

“I’m fine…” You grab both of his hands gently. “...Well, not fine, fine, but I'm not hurt.” You smile weakly up at him. “It’s okay. You and I will get through this,” He coos, pushing strands of your hair away from your face and behind your ear. His touch is warm and tender, yet the words you hear next aren’t.

“Fuck..I..I can’t do this I’m sorry.” A man, short in stature, starts backing away, gun in hand, clearly distressed. Your eyes move away from Charli’s to your fellow survivor; unknowingly to you, Charli rolls his eyes at the man's “dramatics.”  “We don’t deserve to leave...That thing called us a shiny example..f..f.fucked! Thats fucked! I..I can’t live with that!” Another man says, “Anyone would’ve done what we did.” A woman comments, “You ask me? That's exactly the problem. Now, let’s get on with this.”

“Wait,” you say, stunned, as if he had predicted this would happen. Charles moves his hands to cover your eyes. The short man is first, putting his gun on the roof of his mouth and pulling the trigger, not sparing any more time; the woman is next, the second gunshot. Then, with a sigh and short prayer, the last man repeats the action done by the others. Each lifeless body hits the floor one by one, and then there is silence.

What the hell.

You try to understand the situation, but your brain has yet to catch up…it’s all too much. Charli whispers calming phrases while he shields your eyes with one hand and rubs patterns along your back with the other. Tears start rolling down your face…and you sob. Hard. His hand moves to pet your hair, soothing you while you let it all out of your system.

He moves his body to shield you from the gruesome events that have just taken place; he moves both of his hands and cradles your face. You try looking behind him out of curiosity, but he stops you before you can.”Hey! Look at me with those gorgeous eyes,” He mummers, and of course, you comply. “There we go. You listen to me so well,” he whispers lovingly. “Here’s what we’re going to do. We’ll both go back to my vault room. I have enough supplies for the both of us to survive outside for a while, okay?” He asks you, and you nod, agreeing to whatever he says. 

“I need to hear you say it..” 

“…yes, of course, whatever you think is best.” He smiles at you, thumb caressing your cheek. “Keep your eyes on me, okay?” He takes your hand and leads you through the halls. It's quiet… you don't like it. Your eyes are trained on his back, Charli…he’s your lifebuoy in the angry sea, the only thing keeping you afloat; if it wasn’t for him…you might’ve met your end with the others. As if sensing your inner turmoil, he squeezes your hand, comforting you…and you squeeze back. Your world just fell apart, yet…it doesn’t seem entirely gone with Charli by your side. 

It's only a short time till you reach his vault. You’ve been here so many times it's basically your room by now. The tall blonde turns to look at you. “I’m going to let you go, just for a second, okay..? I just need to get the supplies.” He holds your one hand with both of his– you reply with a soft okay, and with your permission, he starts to move. He moves towards his small desk to grab a small, flat-headed screwdriver, walks to a particular spot, and pops the floor title beneath him, revealing a hidden compartment. It's filled with two modular military backpacks, filled to the bream with necessities for outside the vault.

He was prepared for all of this…

Then he starts talking about what he has in mind for the two of you, settling on the surface of living together and everything. Charles gets lost when talking to you; he can speak his mind about almost anything, and rambling is second nature with you. The hermit turned a social butterfly in your presence.

“You know that computer may have been our downfall, but god did bless me with more information than I could handle…good thing, huh, glad I went through all that code…Vault-tec tried to make it secure, but I found a way...We could go somewhere called New Vegas…” He keeps talking. 

But you stand there, still, as a statue, looking down at him as he gathers everything…What did he just say? 

You think back to the start when killing between the blocs started..he was right there, ready to protect you, when you and the other surviving tested out if the chamber would kill all of you…he almost seemed to be too assured nothing bad would happen to any of you, almost like…no…no. You’re overthinking, right? But the more you listen…

“You knew…” you shakingly exclaim out loud, cutting him off. “Hmm?” He looks up at you as he puts the tile back…” You knew we didn’t need sacrifices…you knew it would play out like this…” you say louder and more confidently. Those once-homey blue eyes become cold and distant… analyzing you.  

You both stare at each other.

You turn and run.

 But your efforts are in vain; you don’t even leave the room before two muscular arms wrap around behind you, overtaking you, holding your arms down around your waist, dragging you back. You scream and kick with no success. You end up with his arms around you while he sits down, his back against the wall, and you in front of him with his head in your neck while you let it all out. “When?” you croak out, “When we were fifteen, I didn’t want you to become overseer…I didn’t want you to die..so I wondered if it was the computer that sent signals to kill whoever was sent in that chamber and wondered if I could stop it from killing you specifically; that's when I found out .” He answers swiftly and truthfully, “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” You question, “I didn’t care, honestly, the only thing that matters is you…If everyone died in the process, it would be less work for me…I wanted it to be us from the beginning, anyway. I want you to need me as much as I need you…and now you finally do.”  

You feel weak and sick to your stomach… All your peers would’ve ended up dead either way. “I want to leave.” he hums, not mocking you but in acknowledgment. “And do what? You don’t know how to defend yourself; you have no supplies prepared, barely any survival instincts, and you don’t even know any information on the surface above. You can leave, but you’ll die…I can’t let that happen, sorry.” Charles buries himself more into you. 

“I hate you,” You whisper.

“That’s okay…all that matters is that you're here…with me and only me… I’ll keep you safe and sound.”

N: This was a long one, whew! I had to think about how I could make a Yandere fic with Fallout, and I had tons of concepts, but this one stood out the most. I hope my execution was good enough....Anyway, my next fic will most likely be a jealous fic about my Yandere lord, so stay tuned! Till then! see you soon my little guppies (´꒳`)♡ extra note: Throughout writing this, I thought "My Way of Life by Frank Sinatra" would fit Charli perfectly.

[imagine-silk]

Regular or yandere Preston, MacCready, and Hancock (Nick if you'll accept one more) with a (gender neutral/masc) sole who is very sweet and charming but can secretly be very scary/violent/unhinged when it comes down to it. Like perhaps similar to Harley Quinn esque behavior. Having a nice chat with some people at the bar and then they get flirted with to the point of discomfort. "Baby, Hand me my bat please. *cracks knuckles*"

Or secondly. One second they'll be swooning over a cute animal and the next they'll be saying something unhinged.

Please and thank you, if not writing this have a good day all the same <3

》Swamped in reports so let's have a break. Only did the first part, sorry. Also all of these are Yan.

Preston is conflicted. He fell in love with a sweet loving person who helped everyone and restored peace. Having that peace come through violent acts when no one was looking made him feel weird. But he was doing the same thing, just on a small scale. After a while he grows used to it and doesn't blink an eye.

McCready is kind of into it. Your ability to kill someone and move on really does it for him, especially to make a point with only one warning. Fuck around and find out.

Hancock is the same. The fact you beat him to it only confirms you were meant to be together. He melts as he watches you go to town, breaking bones and cursing wildly, in complete awe. After, while your blood is still running and the victim isn't moving, he comes up behind you and hugs you, laying his head on your shoulder.

Nick wouldn't be a very good detective if you didn't know your tendencies before he decided to follow you. Or at least he would say so. When you have your little snaps you don't need to say anything, he hands you a weapon, any weapon. When your done he wipes your hands and gives you a long deep kiss.

[luviestarz]

jeon jungkook fic recs!

❁ romantic dreams | jeon jungkook - @kooktrash (he’s always dreamt of finding his soulmate in some romantic way, bells ringing, birds chirping, maybe even a shine of light over their head. he never imagined to find them living next door to him with absolutely no clue to the extent of the growing infatuation he has toward you until it’s a little too late. hypnotized by your entire existence he finds his dreams and delusions of love to be a little too intense for anyone to bear.)

❁ Toned, Tanned, Fit & Ready - jungkook - @thvhoe (Jungkook loves acting like the word "Pain" doesn't exist in his vocabulary.)

❁ redamancy - jjk (part II) - @lesgetittkookie (jeongguk is just a normal dude with a simple routine. wake up, go to the gym, work his job as a waiter at this posh upscale restaurant in the heart of gangnam before coming home to a night full of video games and ramen (it's delicious and cheap). that routine gets disrupted when he accidentally taps the back of an expensive sports car of one of the richest men in south korea. considering he's broke, he couldn't afford to pay for the damages so the man makes a deal with him by offering him to work at his house as one of the gardeners. jeongguk takes it but wasn't prepared to meet this beautiful young woman who's constantly lounging by the pool, you, the rich man's daughter.)

❁ guys my age | jeon jungkook - @kooktrash (a summer spent at your friend’s place wasn’t something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize he’s not a fan of games.)

❁ perfect timing. - jungkook - @delugguk (one night in a city full of life; what it's supposed to be a friendly and fun dinner date, ends up with a night full of unrevealed secrets and unexpected pleasure.)

❁ ⤷ seven days — jjk - @jvngkoos (jungkook does everything to make you forgive him for seven days, will you pity him and accept his apology?)

❁ visions - jungkook (yandere) - @trivia-yandere (you’re convinced by your friends to go to a party and let go of the memories of your ex just for one night. unfortunately for you, jungkook doesn’t want to be let go.)

❁ ⤷ got her skippin’ work — jjk - @jvngkoos (trying to go to work is an everyday challenge for you with a boyfriend like jungkook, and it’s one of those mornings where he does anything and everything to keep you in bed with him)

❁ ego season masterlist | jjk - @sparklingchim (your ex-high-school crush is now your fuck buddy. you just gotta make sure that your older brother taehyung, jungkook's best friend, doesn't catch you red-handed.)

❁ Devoted to Trouble - @jeonsweetpea (In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world?)

❁ RAINY DAYS | JEON JUNGKOOK - PART ONE - @rklve (your life choices left not only yours, but jungkook's heart broken in peaces. now you're back in town, and just like pluto, even if it's cold and dark, he tends to orbit around his sun forever.)

❁ seven days a week | jjk (m) masterlist - @jjkeverlast (jeon jungkook has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.)

❁ blueberry haze | jjk - @caelesjjk (he had been eye fucking you from the stage all night. but you never expected anything to come of it. but when you run into the beautiful blue haired drummer after the show, you decide to let him show you some of his other talents.)

❁ cabin fever | jjk (m) - @jeongi (trapped in a cabin with your ex-best friend jungkook, you’re forced to overcome the fallout between you two.)

[ddollfface]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠…

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗕𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼

"Sorry, I texted you when I was drunk...I just think about you all the time :(("

"She's my best friend, and, yeah, I might be in love with her, what about it?"

Trigger Warnings; talking about breaking into your house (it'll make sense later lol), hinting at yandere behaviors, fluff, somewhat gaslighting, reader is referred to as a girl, lesbians ig idk (is that a warning??) If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Just a small scenario about some new ocs! And they come as a pair btw! If you have any other ideas abt them, then request something! Or anything, I'm running out of ideas LOL-! Hope you have a good day/night <333

God, this is horrible...

It's always like this when it comes to them, it's like their water and oil, fire and ice, the moon and sun. They're constantly bickering and fighting, always pulling each others' hair, and there's never a moment where they're not insulting the other. For some odd, reason, which you don't know, they just hate each other.

No matter how many times you've tried getting them to settle this drawn-out dispute, they never solve it. If anything, it makes it worse. It causes them to just argue more and turn to you as the judge, making you choose between the two.

Now, you're stuck in this shitty situation, having to choose between two of your friends. Lovesick!Friend has always been there for you, sticking by your sick through thick and thin, comforting you when you got dumped, and helping you study when you were struggling in math. Lovesick!Friend is a little awkward, but she means well. She can't help if she's a little anti-social, if anything, it's endearing to you.

While, on the other hand, Lovesick!Bimbo has been nothing but a sweetheart, always introducing you to new people, though you suspect they're her ex-hookups. She's always helping you with your make-up, picking outfits, and being a funny companion. Lovesick!Bimbo, though she's an airhead, has a heart of gold and she'll never pass an opportunity to comfort you. She's always hugging your arm, kissing you on the cheek, and providing that feminine comfort.

But now they're putting you in this situation, having to choose between the two. That's the hard thing, you can't. You really can't imagine your life without either one of them. They're both great friends to you and it'd be pretty depressing if you had a fallout with one of them. And the situation hasn't lightened up; it's gotten worse. It's starting to become too big of a problem, one that you can't brush under the rug.

It's escalated to where they're "breaking" into your apartment, and you use that term loosely. As the two aren't even sneaky about it! They both just waltz into your home like they own the place! And all you get in return is a, calm down, I just want to spend more time with you, y'know? I mean, with finals week and all... or a, Come on, babesss!! We're, like, so close! There's no point in trying to get away from me!!

Both trying to spend more time with you. Though, when you think about it, you're not too sure how they got your keys 'cause you sure as hell didn't give it to them...

But that's beside the point, it's getting really irritating for you. You'll be coming home from a tiring day of work, only for you to find LoveSick!Bimbo asleep on your bed or rummaging through your clothes, which you're not too sure on what she's looking for. Or you'll find LoveSick!Friend cooking dinner in your kitchen. Once you even walked into the two having a full-on fistfight in your living room!!

And these little incidents lead to moments like this: where you're pressed between the two, stuck in a drawn-out cuddle session.

...

LoveSick!Bimbo had just stopped by, wanting to drop off some cupcakes for your mama, who was stuck in the hospital after surgery. Such a sweet girl she is, doing such a kind thing for you, though her excitement was cut short after seeing you and LoveSick!Friend lying on the couch. The two of you were far too close for her liking. Baby!!! What are you doing, cuddling without meee! Why are you abandoning me like thiss-!

LoveSick!Bimbo then threw a hissy fit. She stomped her sparkly heels and pursed her pretty lips, you could even see tears swell in her eyes. She set the cupcakes on the counter and ran over to the two of you. She pushed past LoveSick!Friend and squeezed herself between the two of you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, tucking her face into your neck, and holding you against her chest like her life depended on it. Of course, LoveSick!Friend wasn't having it. She tried pulling the girl off of you but to no avail. God dammit, you prick, get off of her!! You're gonna kill her!

LoveSick!Bimbo just held on tighter. She pressed herself against you, not wanting to let go. Not even noticing how her tits were right in your face, causing your mind to go fuzzy and face to flush. She even made a smug comment about how you shouldn't be afraid, babes, you can touch 'em if ya' want ;)

LoveSick!Friend scoffed, pushing against LoveSick!Bimbo's face, trying to push her off the two of you. She tried situating herself so that she was closer to you than LoveSick!Bimbo, but the other was stubborn, not wanting to let you up. The two proceeded to have a mini tug-of-war, with you being the prize. The girls shifted positions and moved you around, not seeming to care if they were groping you too much, until they came to an agreed position.

You were stuck between the two girls, lying on LoveSick!Friend, with LoveSick!Bimo pressed against your chest. LoveSick!Friend had her hands playing with your hair, giving you a free massage, while LoveSick!Bimbo was practically groping your boobs. Her face snug in your cleavage, your arms wrapped around your hips, foundling with your love handles. All the while, LoveSick!Friend pressed her face in the crook of your neck, pressing kisses on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You could feel her bouncy curls tickle your skin, causing you to squirm.

All this was too much, you were feeling too much in too little time. It was all overwhelming, having two, very attractive, girls cuddle up to you. And it feels wrong, feeling this way, seeing as they're your friends. But one can't control their heart...right?

It felt awkward; you really didn't know what to do, so you just wrapped your arms around LoveSick!Bimbo's shoulders, bringing her body closer to yours. This only caused LoveSick!Bimbo to squeal, tightening her grip on you and whispering small praises about how you're so frickin' cute! I could just eat ya' up! Love ya' and 'ur sweet curves! EEK-!

Only for LoveSick!Friend to grumble and tell LoveSick!Bimbo to shut it with the squealing, you're hurting her ears, you dimwit.

You could only chuckle at the scene. The constant bickering was growing on you, maybe this isn't too bad...

[wri0thesley]

cw: somno, yandere, dub-con

it’s been a long while since dainsleif has travelled with anybody for a prolonged length of time, much less somebody who he looks at and imagines what it would be like to kiss. he holds himself back, apart from you, knowing what he is and what he’s seen and thinking how you should never have to deal with the hideous fallout that is being beloved of the twilight sword (knowing him, loving him, he thinks, is a death sentence). but he cannot stop himself from imagining how silky soft your skin would be, if he were brave enough to strip off his gloves and touch you. how sweet the lingering taste of your lips against his would be, how warm and soft and solid and real you would be in his lap - and how tightly he would cling to you, like a raft in raging seas. 

there is no time that these feelings hit him so deeply as when you are asleep.

dain sleeps little nowadays; he does not really need to sleep to function, though he does take a few snatched naps when he feels safe enough to do so in order to recharge. but you - so solidly and normally human, so fragile and ordinary despite all of this - you require sleep, so he watches over you when you do. sometimes the two of you have a hastily constructed adventurer’s tent, and you have some semblance of shelter - sometimes you sleep straight on the ground with the stars and moon lighting your pretty face.

it’s then that dain’s mind starts to run wild with itself.

for you’re so wonderfully peaceful asleep - your chest rising and gently falling, your lashes resting against the curve of your cheeks, your lips slightly parted. the soft noises you make, sighing and mumbling, when you stir just a little and your brow creases. you’re so, so beautiful. dain can’t help himself.

he can’t help himself strip off a single glove - to caress your face and almost feel he could finally pass away there and then as he remembers how soft the skin of another human is. when you nuzzle into his palm, brush your lips sleepily across it in an echo of a kiss without waking up, he wonders if this is it and his torment has finally been brought to an end and this is celestia.

a touch turns to more - the brush of thumbs across lips, of his hand across your collarbone. he loses count of how many nights he has touched you so softly and so gently with one hand and wrapped his other gloved hand (the abyss touched one, the one that does not deserve to be bare against you) around his cock as he muffled whimpers and whines of your name into bitten lips. it’s enough, he tells himself, fiercely, as he comes over his hand and wishes he was spilling it inside of you. you would not want him. you do not deserve to be touched by filth like him--

but as nights drag on, and you sleep closer and closer to him, smile at him more, fall asleep with your head on his shoulder and a sleepy mumble of his name on your lips . . . dainsleif isn’t sure how long it will continue to be enough. 

[mamamittens]

Hiii can i request some for platonic yandere strawhats? With a teen! Reader who was a stowaway on a ship the strawhats sunk and they offered to take them to the next island, 3 islands later and there still on the ship? ( if you can could the focus be on zoro luffy and robin) tyy💕

You know, I'm pretty sure I've already done several versions of teen reader with the straw hats. (If it wasn't so daunting I'd make a link tree for all my asks but there is no way in hell that's happening at this point 💀💀)

I do wonder how the reader survived the ship sinking and no one else but all I can imagine is the other survivors being gently shoved under the water while reader is being escorted on board.

And it's a tad vague how on purpose the reader sticking around is tbh. I imagine the first island can be written off as an accident. Shenanigans happen and it's just not safe to drop the reader off to deal with the fallout. The second... Eh, maybe it just didn't shake out right.

On the third time I imagine you'd get suspicious, assuming you weren't down to stay at that point. No amount of distractions could keep you in the dark forever after all.

The crew would do their best to beat around the bush or brush off your desire to leave. With Luffy leading the charge of totally dismissing any reason you could possibly have to go. Zoro a close second.

Robin would attempt to appeal to your previous circumstances. Explaining that this is better because now you don't have to stowaway ever again. I mean, really, how attached could you be to your previous life if you were willing to sneak into a random ship to get away from it?

Regardless, you aren't going anywhere. The ship will never leave the docks without you on board, no matter what kind of shenanigans they have to pull.

[yumecel]

mysterious stranger 💙

fallout au!yandere!dabi x fem reader

fallout lore intro (short), headcanons + drabble, then fallout au ramblings

dark content ahead

I promise I’m over 18 and I consent to seeing dark content and I know I will be haunted forever should I lie [yep! ⬇️] [i can’t promise that! ↩️]

necessary fallout lore talk: wasteland refers to, funnily enough, the entire american wasteland. raiders = nogooders who try to kill you for resources or fun and are generally morally deficient. come in gangs. ghouls = irradiated people that are “immortal” (ish), in fallout radiation profoundly affects skin appearance causing it to appear burnt (you see where this is going. dabi’s burns may actually be from radiation in this au!). vault = safe underground place where “vault dwellers” live, can be seen as naive by surface dwellers. but in fallout nearly all known vaults have an experiment inside that is generally detrimental to the vault dwellers. like. psychological stuff or long running social experiments or illegal drug testing. yeap! lets get started

- So imagine being fresh out the vault, having escaped your long-running experiment as your fellow vault dwellers chose to instead stay behind. You know virtually nothing about the wasteland. You don’t even know if anyone above even speaks the same language as you anymore.

- You have a gun, but you’re a terrible shot. You can sneak around potential assailants, but you’re dreadfully clumsy. All you want to do is make your way to the nearest settlement, but you’re struggling to make a map of the place and too paranoid to ask anyone for help.

- You think you’re so stealthy sneaking past that gang of raiders, unaware of the blue eyes watching you from a makeshift guard post. You’re not exactly hard to spot, you see. The vault jumpsuits are always bright blue and yellow, making for poor camouflage even in the dead of night. Your watcher just looks on in mild amusement, putting out a cigarette in the ashtray. It’s like watching a newborn deer stumble into the world. You really don’t have long until the wasteland eats you up.

- “Twice, take over for me. I need to head out.” you hear. They’re moving. It’s best to lay low, but you what you don’t understand is that you’ve already been spotted. Whoever Twice is, he responds with a comical “Ay-ay, cap’n”, as you hear someone slowly traverse creaking steps.

- “Bring back victims!” you can hear a female voice say. You shudder. The first voice, calmer, responds “Maybe. But Shiggy put a ban on torturing people inside the camp.”, followed by another voice- “Shiggy”, you presume- interjecting with, “Of course I did, it always smells like shit.”

- You were practically shaking against the bush you were attempting to hide in. Real murderers, people who violated every sense of your vault-dweller morals, could casually talk about killing and maiming other human beings right out in the open. You’d only spent a week or so in the Wasteland, barely surviving, and still trapped within a seemingly endless culture shock. But this was more than that and it made you nauseous to your core.

- You can hear footsteps approaching your hiding place. A dark silhouette moves closer, and closer… you know you stick out like a sore thumb, but you pray for the mercy of whatever’s out there to be on your side.

- When he points the gun at you, you don’t raise your own- you cover your face with your hands. Cute. Pathetic. He chuckles a little, and watches as you flinch. His… comrades are currently arguing over the matter of where to torture intruders. You could vomit there and then.

What do you think, Princess?” He asks, slightly raspy. “Do I shoot?”

You can barely comprehend the idea that he’s asking you anything, and you only manage to weakly shake your head in response. Scared into silence. Lowering your hands, you observe the man in front of you. There’s small pieces of metal embedded across his face and they shine dully in the moonlight. His skin- it’s like he’s half of one of those ghouls, stitched together like Frankenstein’s monster. You briefly wonder if he would even get that reference. You wonder about the man whose hands you’re going to die at.

“No?” He prods.

“No.” You whisper. “Are you g-going to do it anyway?”

He bends down, and you see those burning blue eyes up close. “Now don’t go around giving me ideas, doll.”

He lowers his gun- only slightly- as his other hand reaches out for you, gently running over your vault suit. The dead giveaway of your complete naivety. You try not to shake as his hand caresses your shoulder before slowly drawing back. “From a vault, huh?”

“That’s right.”

You inhale shakily as he takes a slight step away.

“I would know even if you weren’t wearing that damn suit. It’s like you were born yesterday.”

Part of you wants to call out his unfairness and argue for yourself, but another, more rational, part of you demands that you remain silent.

“…Poor thing. Must be some sadists running those places to send you out all unprepared.”

You keep quiet, but cower a little further into yourself. If you have his pity, that’s surely a road to leaving this encounter alive. The man thinks for a moment, running his free hand along the piercings embedded on his face whilst the other stays firmly on his lowered gun.

“How about this? You can come back to my camp with me and I’ll teach you the ropes of the wasteland.”

“In exchange for what?” You reply, bitterness tinging your voice. In all honesty, after overhearing the conversation between him and the people in his camp, you had no intentions of going anywhere with this stranger. The man seems to scowl a little, but his tone remains even.

“You know it’d just make my heart ache to leave a vulnerable thing like yourself all alone.” He responds, sickly sweet.

“I doubt that.”

His shoulders slump and he lets out a sigh, almost convincing you that it would’ve been wiser to take him up on his offer. Almost. “This is the kind of idiocy that’s going to get you killed, princess. Maybe you can call my name as a last resort.”

“Which is?”

“Dabi.”

You nod, and anxiously respond with your own. He only gives a wry smile, telling you that it’ll be good to be able to put a name to the mysterious corpse of a vault dweller in a few weeks time. Then he leaves you, still half in the bush, picking twigs off your vault suit.

- Dabi knows the rest of his gang will be pissed at how he’s going AWOL. It doesn’t matter to him. He’s done it before. It’s just that he’s never really did it to play guardian angel for a naive vault dweller before. He wants to drag you home with him- to safety- but he can’t deny there’s an entertaining factor in watching you flounder in the throes of nuclear fallout.

- You last… surprisingly long. The greatest survival tool you have is that you know when to pick your battles, and you pick very, very few of them.

- Some kinder souls in settlements offer you places to sleep and things to eat, and kinder yet show you how to procure those things on your own. When you start running around with an ex mercenary who’s teaching you everything he knows- perhaps out of a lifetime of guilt, or boredom, or because he just wants to rip off that vault suit and indulge in what’s underneath- Dabi draws the line.

- It’s selfish. Dabi knows. He doesn’t care. You’re his lovely, weak, afraid, vault dweller fantasy. And you have so much to thank him for. He takes care of you in ways you don’t see. He burns down entire bases of raiders that try to assault you. When you’re asleep, he slips an extra canister of water into your backpack. He sneaks into firefights, eliminating gunmen from afar. And he pays a higher price than you could ever offer for that ex-mercenary to fuck off somewhere else.

- All he looks forward to is the day you finally bite off a little more than you can chew, because he wonders if you really will cry out for him. He’ll save your life in exchange for your lifelong compliance and permanent companionship. There’s so much he can teach you, too.

- No matter what, you will end up by his side. Finders keepers, and you’ve been found for longer than you’ll ever know.

[PS to people who have played fallout or are just interested, or willing to understand more about the fallout universe so i can ramble. tw misogyny, rape, slavery mentions

things with explanations have ❤️, things without have 💙 and won’t make much sense unless you’ve played fallout:]

- ❤️Yandere!Mysterious Stranger!Dabi lol . for non fallout fans mysterious stranger is an in game ability to randomly have this guy (a “mysterious stranger”) show up and kill hostiles in game

- 💙/❤️ Gunner hawks questionmark? MacCready type hawks questionmark? Ex mercenary hawks that’s extremely jaded telling you all the ways in which the wasteland is so scary and how you need to stay by his side forever, unlike dabi, who i think would be sorta like “well if i could do it you can too. but it’s better if i’m there”… taking advantage of his experience to present himself as trustworthy and resourceful, but he just wants you for himself

- 💙 For those of you that have played nuka world: i know toga is a little out of character from the short passage i wrote like yes i get her character shes not just randomly stabby stabby but what i’m going for is that in fallout she would totally be a disciple or ex disciple . The inspiration for shiggy’s one line in this fic is how i imagine the disciples hideout smells.

- ❤️Slavery is a thing in fallout so dabi could technically do that with one of those collars that blow heads off (yep! Horrifying!), too. Interesting to think about… actually in fallout it confuses me that nobody ever tries to enslave the sole survivor given that we are a walking bright blue flag of naivety

- 💙Deacon!Twice . Thats all.

- 💙Shigaraki is a synth.

- 💙 I love the power imbalance between inexperienced vaultie reader and a raider/gunner character but i think courier reader from new vegas being manipulated left and right after the traumatic brain injury of being shot in the head would also be fun for me.

- ❤️Also, just thinking of Fallout 1 (to recap even for fallout players: vault dweller leaves vault to replace necessary water chip and must return within a set amount of days or the vault will fail) i think there’s something so grisly about the vault dweller meeting a “bad end” in a wasteland they’re so inexperienced in. Even in fallout 4 it’s admitted that they were basically seeing how long you could make it in the wasteland. I think in the fallout universe there would be a sort of novelty in kidnapping and keeping a vault dweller of all people (and the canon misogyny in fallout makes me deeply and genuinely afraid for female vault dwellers sent to the surface). This kind of thing happening to fallout 1 vault dweller is depressing as hell because there’s also that sense of failure with being unsuccessful in obtaining a water chip. Very few have played fallout 1 compared to later games, but i want to say that for the first playthrough the game is actually stressful. The pressure of a time constraint for the water chip is FELT. Just the idea of vault dweller reader resigning to their fate because they have nothing to return to…

- 💙I still wouldnt write a reader insert where the character is part of Caesar’s legion though. Gives me the ick. Maybe something like miruko rescuing you from them would be more my speed

-💙 I feel i could also slot in yandere aizawa as nick from fo4 even if admittedly they’re pretty different personality wise. I think its more the idea of aizawa helping the reader but actually, no, give up

- please please please shoot me asks if you are interested in any of this + i can explain fallout lore to you or how certain things would work in the universe + i can also respect if you just dont care and like a good post apocalyptic au

[cilil]

How would Yandere Manwë react to his prospective darling (who’s a child of Fëanor) leaving on the Flight of the Noldor? Oh, annnnd the darling miiiight have rejected Manwë’s advances if he already made them. The darling’s too busy having an affair with a married cousin of theirs. (Sorry if this is too specific!)

𝓐𝓝 ~ No problem whatsoever, dear! Hope you like what I came up with!

𝓕𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ~ Gender-neutral pronouns are used for the darling, and the cousin in question is left unspecified, leaving it up to each reader's own imagination and preferences ♡

𝓣𝓦𝓼 ~ Yandere, obsessive behavior, mentions of cheating

ଘ Manwë had always been curious about Fëanor, interested even. He had sensed that this Elf could create great things; and his instincts turned out to be correct when he was introduced to a particular young Elf, one of Fëanor's children, one whom he would come to affectionately refer to as his darling in his mind.

ଘ Like their father, his darling was proud and stubborn. Manwë made sure to invite them to visit him and summon them at every opportunity he found, just so he would have an excuse to be near them and hopefully woo them.

ଘ He was subtle at first, all warm smiles and kind words and sprinkling in the occasional compliment and flirty remark, but his darling was never quite as excited about his attention as he would have liked. Assuming they might prefer a more "direct" approach, Manwë began to show his interest more openly and suggested that they should spend time alone, only to be turned down - to his surprise and indignation. Rejecting the Elder King? Inconceivable.

ଘ Naturally, he suspected that someone else might have gotten their hands on his darling first and had his birds and other servants spy on them until a scandalous secret was revealed to him: They had been seeing someone indeed. And it was their married cousin.

ଘ Manwë wondered what he should do. Should he expose the two and then take his darling under his wing during the fallout, setting himself up to be the one person they can turn to? But wouldn't this make them hate him and never wish to be with him? Should he talk to his darling, reveal what he knew and command them to end this affair? Should he blackmail them?

ଘ Yet before Manwë could come to a decision, disaster struck and the Noldor rebelled against the Valar, leaving Valinor under Fëanor's leadership - including his darling. Manwë attempted to reach them via ósanwë, both pleading with them to stay and furiously ordering them to turn back, and when he sent Námo to pronounce the Doom of the Noldor, he also tasked him with delivering a special message for his darling - "Choose wisely whether you wish to follow your father on a path of doom or to turn back and accept my love and mercy".

ଘ Still, his darling was swayed neither by his threats nor his promises and they followed their father and secret lover to Middle-earth.

ଘ Manwë has long since realized that their decision is final, but he hasn't given up. He keeps watching from his throne on Taniquetil, waiting for an opportunity to either save them from peril and be their hero who still loves them even after everything or to send an eagle to steal them away from their family and deliver them to him. Even if neither plan succeeds, he knows that the Doom of the Noldor will follow them until either they die and their fëa makes its way to Mandos or grief weighs down on them so heavily that they might return willingly, so he tells himself it's only a matter of time until he can finally get his hands on his darling and possess them like he always wanted to.

ଘ And another thing that Manwë knows for certain is that once this happens, he will never let them escape again.

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Could you do headcanons for Yandere Cait after her S/O accepted her love and is willing to be with her?

Cait

Cait will never feel fully comfortable, to be honest. To her, at any moment you could either die or run away from her. The world is not a stable place, and human emotions are even more unstable.

Cait would be much more possessive and sometimes she would show her affections. She wants you to know and remember that you are hers.

She hates when you are around the others. Especially sweet people like Curie or Preston. She believes that you might realize that she is not that great, and will try to run away from her.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Honestly when I think of how reader acts I think of my cat, super anxious, yells a lot and will bite, but also super sweet when they calm down

Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes! That is how I imagine them (part of the time!) Who wouldn't be, though? Surprise, you have just been adopted by platonic yandere heroes and villains, who all have powers; now, you may have powers, but that's not a guarantee you can escape, and surprise! these people can and will track you, and are good at doing the impossible; you relax and they aren't acting like they're a thread away from snapping, you likely were friends before they were platonic yandere, but now you have to deal with the fallout; you calm down when they calm down, so once they've stopped pushing and prodding for their way and have more-or-less realized the best thing to do is try to not force anything, you all go to a semi-healthier relationship (as healthy as platonic yanderes can get); this can turn into convincing you that it was a one time thing (it's not), and this may make you forgive and move on; or it spirals again, and the best you can do is to try and come to an agreement... Either way it goes, the choice is to accept it and have some freedoms, or keep running and risk something even worse, and time is ticking, so it's best to decide before they decide for you.

[imagine-silk]

Thank you for doing my Courser Request! Can you do the same with the Yandere Males, with a darling Courser that tried to start a new life after the Institute was destroyed?

》I'm so fucking stupid. When I read this the first time I was like, "Who's Males?"

Fallout Yan!Dudes with a courser s/o who left the Institute

【Codsworth】 "Well, dare I say I'm pleased you won't leave me due to age." As a yandere he won't do things outright, mostly just keeping you to himself. And the promise you both won't die is more that tasteful in his eyes.

【Danse】 "I..." He doesn't know how to react or how he feels. Everything seems to be gray rather black and white and this is muddy. So he just crawls into your arms.

【Deacon】 "I know." He did not. Synths are his speacialty so you will feel okay in his hands. He's helped people like you before so you should stay with him.

【Hancock】 "Look at us, a couple of freaks." He takes the chance to alienate you from others. No one will understand you like he does or love you as much as his neverending heart does. It's not overt but it's implied.

【MacCready】 "No wonder you're built like a truck." It makes sense. But now he starts looking into how to incapacitate synths. He's always just killed them but now the thought of having you locked up at his mercy is too sweet to resist.

【Nick】 "You won't get away from me that easy." He is joking as far as you know. It is the truth, now he knows you're going to stay with him until you're both covered in rust, in each other's arms.

【Preston】 "This won't change anything between us." He holds you close and dances into a soft sway. Every sweet nothing whispered in your ear is true. He loves you and nothing will change that. He always makes sure nothing will change your love.

【X6】 "I know." He did know. You worked with him before and a change of clothes and hair isn't enough to move his gaze from recognition. But why turn you in when he can keep you to himself, especially after the Institute is gone.

[silent-browser]

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I've been sick and have a lot of free time on my hands now so I've picked up fallout 3 again and I just can't get the idea of a yandere companion out of my head.

It would fit the setting pretty well. An ever loyal follower that happily carries your stuff and follows you around while also protecting you from the various dangers of the wastes. They happily take items that you are having trouble fitting in your pockets saying "don't worry about that dear. I can carry it for you".

Following you is their greatest pride. They can see all of the jealous looks they get from other wasteland filth that can only ever dream of accompanying someone as great as you. It makes them feel very proud and smug in all honesty. The fact that they were chosen over everyone else.

Should you tell them to wait somewhere they might say "well alright... Just remember to come back when you are done okay? You're not just telling me to stay here to leave me right? You wouldn't do that to me... right?" And as soon as you get back, regardless of how long it has been, they cling to you. Excited to be back in your company and ready to prove that you never need to leave them ever again because that was torture for them.

On the more domestic side of things they would absolutely be incharge of home care and maintenance. Leaky roof? No problem, they'll just pop up there real quick and patch it up real quick. Floors are dirty? We'll pass them a mop, a bucket, some Abraxo Cleaner and some water and they'll get right to it. Tummy grumbling? They have some brahmin steak ready to be cooked. You want to help with any of it? No no no. Please, they insist. It's only right that they take care of you at home after all you do (or have done) for the wasteland. Home is where you get to relax and be pampered! You won't have to lift a finger. (Plus, if they do this for long enough you won't be able to imagine a home without them in it, taking care of you)

[finniestoncrane]

💚 my requests are always open 🩷

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i write for batman rogues, fallout and a few other characters! for dc rogues headcanons: i will do multiple characters per post for headcanons but only for all general rogues, a specific dork squad (in my do writes!) or all iterations that i write for of a specific character e.g. ✅ can you write first dates with arkham!dork squad? ✅ what would all the riddlers do on a first date? ✅ how would the rogues handle a first date? (if you ask for all iterations of a specific character i'll either write for them all or pick several of them depending on the ask. if you want one specifically to be included just let me know)

characters i write for:

🦇 DC/BATMAN 🦇

Riddler (⭐arkham, dano, ⭐zero year, telltale, TWOJAR, gotham, BTAA, young justice, BU, BTAS, general)

Penguin (⭐farrell, BTAA, telltale, OBD, gotham, general)

Scarecrow (⭐arkham, ⭐BTAA, golden age, general)

Two Face (⭐arkham, BTAA, general)

Victor Zsasz (gotham, general)

Mad Hatter (arkham, gotham - NO INCEST, general)

Captain Boomerang (⭐ss:ktjl, general)

Poison Ivy (arkham, general)

Polkadot Man (suicide squad)

Harley Quinn (telltale, arkham, ss:ktjl, ⭐general)

Bane (arkham, telltale, OBD, ⭐general)

Harvester (bu)

Amanda Waller (ss:ktjl)

Mr. Freeze (arkham, gotham, general)

John Doe/Joker (telltale)

Butch Gilzean/Solomon Grundy (gotham)

King Shark (ss:ktjl, general)

Deadshot (ss:ktjl, general)

Killer Croc (arkham!origins, general)

Firefly (arkham, general)

Harvey Bullock (gotham)

Alfred Pennyworth (gotham, general)

Black Mask (arkham, general)

☢️ Fallout Franchise ☢️

Cooper Howard (fallout prime)

Maximus (fallout prime)

Thaddeus (fallout prime)

John Hancock (fallout 4)

Sturges (fallout 4)

Edward Deegan (fallout 4)

Paladin Danse (fallout 4)

Nick Valentine (fallout 4)

💚 Other Characters 💚

Cecil Stedman (invincible)

Walter Skinner (x-files)

Arthur Morgan (red dead redemption 2)

Egon Spengler (ghostbusters)

Nick (left 4 dead 2)

i will write:

absolutely yucky disgusting smut of most kinds

most kinks including knife play, blood play, bondage, sub/dom, pain play, mommy/daddy, etc.

darker themes like cnc, dubcon, noncon, somnophilia, hypnotism, manipulation, gaslighting, guilting

angst, fluff, romance, friendships, hurt/comfort

jealousy, yandere, obsessive themes etc.

ships plus ships x reader also!

non-ship pairings of characters in my "will write" criteria

death, gore, extreme violence

blood, cum, spit and some piss

imagines, scenarios, full fics, short fics, headcanons

i won’t write:

underage characters (at all, in any scenario, including platonic)

vomit, shit or breast milk

real people

bestiality

pregnancy/pregnancy sex/having children/step-children

age play (daddy and mommy kink fine, dd/lg not for me!)

incest (even step-relations)

characters x monster/monster!reader (may do in commissions)

OCs or overly detailed reader specifications (may do in commissions)

AUs or crossovers (may do this in commissions)

extreme anal i.e. fisting/enemas/stretching (may do in commissions)

also i am anti-cancel culture! i'm not about to out you/report you/fuck with your privacy if you send me anything that i'm not sure about or uninterested in writing

and finally, no pressure at all but if you want to thank me i would greatly appreciate reblogs, comments, and maybe even a tip

[stargazeraldroth]

balance? swap???

as in, like, guardians are swapped within their pairs (ie error and ink switch), or guardian pairs swap with another pair (ie error and ink switch with the apple bros)? it sounds interesting… and potentially disastrous, lmao.

As in Guardians are swapped within their pairs. One of the things I'm doing with this AU is trying to stay true to the characters' more iconic bits, such as Error's temper and Nightmare's ego. Everyone else is relatively the same, for the most part. I haven't done much with Life or Reaper because they aren't all that involved?? Like they mind their own business, do their own thing... they're watching from the sidelines.

Anyway, here's our cast:

Error: The Protector of the AUs. He was awed by the beauty of worlds like Outertale (power of the stars baby), deciding to protect them for reasons like this. His role was given to him by the Creators, rather than being made for it. He still has his haphephobia and likes making puppets, but he doesn't destroy worlds or collect souls anymore. He's always keeping tabs on Ink... which sounds stalkerish, but I promise it isn't intentional. He also remembers that he used to be Geno.

Ink: The Destroyer of the AUs. Originally, he was taken in by Error and worked alongside him as a Protector. But one of the Creators told him the truth of his origin, how he was an abandoned AU and essentially left to die, and he turned spiteful and wrathful towards them. There was a huge fallout between him and Error, partially because Ink's jealous of him- he thinks that he's nothing but an accidental discovery the Creators made, while they went looking for Error because he was Geno, a missing character. If they never spilled that paint... would he still be in the Anti-Void, waiting for... nothing!? Does he mean NOTHING to the Creators!? He doesn't hate Error, but Error's the one who has to deal with Ink's resentment for the Creators.

Nightmare: The Guardian of Positivity. Much like the original Dream, he was loved by the Villagers, but also met with a lot of demands and "favors". He was still more introverted growing up, but because of how he was practically worshipped like a god, he was forced to interact with people anyway. He's still the one who triggers the Apple Incident, having reached a breaking point with the Villagers, tired of their constant demands and how they treat Dream. This still results in him having a transformation, a massacre, and Dream turning to stone. He has an evident God Complex and is a platonic yandere for Dream, being very possessive of him and hating Ink for taking him away.

Dream: The Guardian of Negativity. My baby. The black sheep and punching bag of the village. He's still very playful and curious, but he's meeker due to the abuse of the Villagers. I like to imagine that there's a small group of outcast kids that would go and play with him. Dream still turns into a statue from the overload of positive energy against his negative energy, and Nightmare ends up taking him to his castle. The constant overwhelming energy keeps him in his statue form until Ink sneaks into the castle and steals him. Yes, Ink stole a whole statue. So Dream starts living with Ink and on the run, primarily from Nightmare. Fun fact- I recently added this, but Dream actually runs away from Ink at one point to go back to Nightmare, thinking Ink's warnings were exaggerated and just paranoia.

[rzyraffek]

Stuff i can write!

Request open!!

(i update my list often. I try to keep it as short as possible, pls read before requesting) (also my DM's are always open too if u need anything)

I write: any kind of platonic or romantic relationships, i can write alphabets, but i mostly focus on headcanons or short imagines. Any kind of yanderes/weirdos im okay with. Feel free to Dm me if you need anything.Dont be afraid to request!!

I dont write: angst, omegavers, incest or pedophilia/loli

Fandoms:

Fallout 3, New Vegas and 4

Skyrim

Avatar 1 and 2 (the Cameron movies)

Overwatch2

Red Dead Redemption2

Horror movies(slashers, please feel free to recomend some underrated horror movies with hot killers)

Resident Evil 2,3,5 and 8 characters/monsters

Dead By Daylight

Stardew valley

Outlast (first one)

JoJo (still didnt watch part6)

Warcraft3 cuz old games still have hot people in it

Creepypasta

GtaV

Alien (yknow the Xenomorph and Yautja shit)

Also anything horror/dating sim visual novels related!! I love this stuff!! For example BTD, John Doe, Frost bite, Lurking for Love, DOL

Im dyslexics and english is not my first language so there might be misspellings or weirdly looking sentences! I check my stuff before i post it but sometimes i might not notice some stuff!!