#yandere hemlock

[jetiisyandereclones]

Well.... now the bad batch is over and I'm set to move to a much lower stress situation soon, I might just be able to bring myself to write again.

The clone family au, as well as a few new ideas.

Update:

I'm gonna need some time to process that superb ending. I dont have the emotional range to handle it well.....

[holdmehurtme]

[18+ ONLY. Minors and ageless blogs DNI]

Go on a nice date or die trying!

Do or Die is a horror dating sim where the objective is simple: Get to know one of four questionably-stable cuties, go on a nice date with them, and see if you get lucky! However, each of them has a dark side, and your date could take a turn for the sinister with the right (or wrong) choices. Will you survive?  ♥️

Coming to itch.io Oct 31, 2023!

Play the Do or Die demo here

[dylanblakesgal]

Yandere Types The Bad Batch Plus Hemlock Is

Hunter Clingy Yandere Type

Is too emotionally dependent on their darling. They’re emotionally fragile requiring constant attention and support. They’re the type to constantly phone and text their darling, and they can feel overwhelmed if the subject of their clinginess isn’t around. They work to insert themselves into their beloved’s personal life and become very angry when their darling is not available to them. Their smothering is draining.

Crosshair Possessive Yandere Type

Needs to own and dominate their darling. They become aggressive if their ownership is threatened and grow angry if their darling makes independent decisions. They want the darling utterly dependent on them and they will remove all of their safety nets to do so: friends and family members who support them, financial assets and savings, much needed resources, etc. 

Tech Overprotective Yandere Type

Is inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise their darling to an obsessive degree. They never leave their darling alone, and they don’t know how to balance their concern with respect for their darling’s independence and freedom. They believe they’re acting in their beloved’s best interest, but they come across as overbearing, bossy, or controlling.

Echo Delusional Yandere Type

Holds the belief or impressions that their darling already loves them, which is typically contradicted by reality. They take their darling’s actions the wrong way if they do something out of kindness, the yandere will think it’s out of love. If their darling says they don’t love the Yandere, they’ll think it’s all lies, or they’re darling is just shy. Their love distorts the reality they perceive. 

+ Wercker Obsessive Yandere Type

Is fixated their darling is the only thing on their mind, and it’s taking over. The obsessive yandere is a prisoner to their own thoughts. Their obsession leads to poor eating, sleeping habits and withdrawal from society. They’re the type to spend so much time fantasising about the relationship they could have and how it might evolve: that first meeting, a rescue scenario, being the one person their darling trusts with their most intimate secrets, an instant bond and connection, sexual fantasies, etc. This is typically the type stalkers fall into.

Hemlock Manipulative Yandere Type

Will exercise unscrupulous control and influence over their darling. This is the type of yandere were their relationship with their darling will appear normal. If their darling is already in a relationship they will use a position of trust to create wedges between in that relationship. And once they are together the yandere will do everything to stop them from leaving, from encouraging codependence to using their darling’s secrets and weaknesses against them.

[unyandere]

Yandere jock x reader who is really into how to kill people with poison and therefore finds training the body useless

Tw: plants (the poisonous ones), mention of killing and murder, curses, yanderish behaviour (both me and you know that’s not the most triggering over here), bad English I guess, reader is… uh… like those little kids who love to tell people how they would be able to kill them in extreme detail for no reason whatsoever

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At school you were more or less a loner, no friends, teachers always forgot your name, are your lunch alone,… Yeah, you spent most of your time at school inside the library, reading books about murders and poisons.

Poisonous plants and animals had always been one of your many passions and the librarian, knowing you as well as your mother had known you, always kept some new books about plants and animals for you.

One day as you were reading about the atropine contained inside many plants and its uses you caught the eye of one of the school’s top football players.

At first he came up to you, sat beside you and looked at you while you were reading.

He was hypnotised by your beauty, your elegant movements, your oh so cute shyness,… As he set his eyes on you he decided you two would have some fun together.

“Hey hun~ Wanna… ya know?” He said pointing at one of the doors that lead to a utility room.

You lifted your eyes from the book and looked at him straight in the eyes.

“Getting inside a small room with someone you don’t really know just because of an high libido is one of the most common ways to get killed” you answered looking at him coldly

“And how would you kill me? You don’t look like someone with muscles~ You don’t really look like someone who could beat me up~” he said walking behind you and grabbing one of your arms.

“There are countless ways in which you could get killed without the use of muscles” you answered jerking your arm away.

He got closer to you, he sniffed your hair and touched your neck.

“Reeeally? And how would you kill me?” He said smiling at you, putting his hand under your chin and lifting your face up to him.

“Well I could poison you with berries by putting one berry in my mounts and slipping it into yours during a kiss, I could put some rhododendron leaves in my pocket and scratch your skin as you get close giving you some of the nastiest infections, I could put some hemlock in my hands, cup my hand above your nose, make you breath some hemlock and kill you slowly and painfully,… and these are just some examples of how I could, and would, kill you” you answered briefly.

The jock looked at you in the eyes, for a moment his smile disappeared and he stepped back a little.

But just as soon as you thought he’d finally leave you alone to read, his smile reappeared and he got as close as he was before.

“Well, couldn’t I kill you in just as many ways with my hands?” He whispered in your ear smiling at the thought of you under him asking for help.

“While the answer is yes, you would definitely get in prison for that because of the signs on me and everyone being able to testimony that you were with me at the time of my death making you the prime suspect, while I, killing your with poison, will not become the prime suspect because most poisons take time to start showing their signs and kill people so you would be able to meet more people before dying making them the prime suspect for your death instead of me” you explained crushing his dreams.

The jock smiled at you taking again a little step back.

“I… see” he mumbled trying to keep up his smile and think of something to answer you.

“But what if I… erm… didn’t care about going to jail?” He asked whispering, getting close to you again (to your dismay) and sniffing your beautiful hair thinking of you, scared, doing whatever he asked you.

“Well, you would be quite stupid! Getting to jail is no joke, you will have a much harder time finding a job after you get out of jail!” You answer apathetically.

“Then, why would you risk your carrier to kill me? Am I more important then your future?” He asked again smiling while touching you thinking of you giving up your whole life for him made him quite excited.

“No, I just know I wouldn’t get caught… I know what errors killers usually make, I just have to avoid those and I’ll be able to do whatever I want” you explained again.

You were starting to get on his nerves, if your cute face didn’t make up for it he would’ve already beaten you up.

“I see… And what if I force you to come with me, without killing you, and see me play a game just for you?” He said expecting some more scared response to that.

“I’d ask for a restraining order against you” you answered with a plain pretty apathetic voice.

“Yeah but what if-“ he was going to ask but you got up and walked out of the library leaving him alone.

[rush-the-stars]

new tricks

pairing: yandere abyss prince kaeya x gender neutral reader

cw: dark content, kidnapping/capture, the reader is treated physically well but is still captured/being held against their will, mentions of a punishment, strange and toxic dynamic, mildly suggestive.

wc: 2.1k

a/n: dividers by @/cafekitsune!

this is just a tiny drabble. don't squint at worldbuilding or plot lol. i had this idea prattling around my head and wanted it out. one day i will write the dark long fic of my dreams but today is not the day. thank you to @/lorelune for taking a peek beforehand and assuring me <33

on the back of your neck, goosebumps ripple to life. a chill races down your spine. you know it well—as intimately as you know the brag of your own heart.

sensing him, you cast your eyes up in the reflection of your mirror to catch the shape of him behind you.

you didn’t even hear him enter your chambers. but you’d felt him somehow, known his presence. maybe known his gaze on you.

(it burns deep and vicious to know his gaze. to become accustomed and attuned to him.)

prince kaeya smiles knowingly.

the dark glint to his eye lets you know he’s in strange ways.

“you’re getting quite perceptive.” he muses. “if only you’d been so sharp when i first took you, maybe you wouldn’t be here.”

you were just a naive artist from mondstadt then. a child who knew the sound of the wind in the trees and the birdsong that rose into the sky early in the morning. you knew the golden hills and the valley and a sort of freedom that made you sing like those birds in the morning, too.

(in the dark, he asks you to sing. sing like you used to, he says. and when you open your mouth, you’re always terrified of what will come out.)

now you sit tucked away in the gilded cage he’s made for you in a land far from your home skies. in a castle where the eyes of gods cannot reach you.

“you’re lucky i wasn’t.” you reply sharply, trying to keep your bite around him.

it grows harder and harder to.

every day the edge you’ve tried so desperately to keep begins to whittle away. it’s hard to always be angry. it’s miserable to always be vicious.

(and he’s never harmed you. not physically—just in stranger, worse ways. emotionally. mentally. you wish he’d just break a bone or make a scar, so that when it heals, you know you’re okay again.

it’s worse that he spoils you. it’s worse that he cherishes you. it’s its own form of torment. he knows it.)

he smiles lazily, on the edges are amusement. fondness. he is endlessly entertained by your contempt.

he approaches where you sit in front of your ornate vanity. it’s too beautiful. it’s too grand.

he’s a dark shadow of blue behind you in the mirror. you watch his reflection carefully. he watches you back as he approaches.

something thrills inside you, wild and dark and sudden.

he reaches out, touches your cheek.

you watch his knuckle brush against your face in the mirror.

he’s testing you.

the last time you bit him.

the moment you turn your face towards his hand, it slips away, dancing out of your reach.

he smiles again knowingly.

it’s insufferable.

sensing your ire, he says, “let’s play our game.”

you breathe hard through your nose.

you turn to face him so you’re not caught in his endless reflection. you glare up at him with all the vitriol you can muster.

(it isn’t much anymore.)

“don’t you have more important things to do?”

“nothing so important as you, darling.”

your teeth grind together. but you get out;

“i’d try to escape from the balcony.”

he tsks.

“the guards would spot you.”

“i’d poison the guards.”

he laughs outright at this, “with what poison?”

you feel heat in your face, but you press on, “the hemlock i’ve been growing in the garden.”

he pauses at that. tilts his head.

“my, you’ve gotten good. i can’t tell if you’re lying.”

“go and check.” you dare.

“maybe later.” he agrees, “say i destroyed it. i froze it.”

“you’re not playing fair.” you accuse.

he laughs warmly, reaching out again to tousle your hair. you swat and push at him, but it only excites him, it only makes his hands catch your wrists and come down to your level. kneeling beside you. he holds your wrists tight, presses them down into your own lap. in another world, he could be a lover on his knees for you, his hands clasped over yours.

he fits himself between your legs. he presses himself too close.

but it isn’t another world. and his eye is like the endless night sky in this one. so dark, so terrifying.

“fine,” he agrees pleasantly, “the guards are poisoned. you slip out from the balcony. i’m a light sleeper—i hear you jump to the ground.”

“i try to run.” you breathe.

“where would you run?” he asks, nose nudging yours. you can feel the sharp cut of his foxish smile.

“past the fountain.”

“come now, you’re cleverer than that. i’d find you and drag you back.”

“i’d kick and scream. i’d make you bleed.”

“you’ve done that all before, it doesn’t stop me anymore.”

your nails bite into his shoulders as he lifts you from your place in front of the vanity. you hang around his neck like a child. instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist.

you tuck your face into his shoulder so you don’t see the pleased look in his eye.

you know where he’ll take you.

“you need new tricks.” he hums as he sits on the edge of the bed with you in his lap.

“maybe i already have them—if it’s a good trick, you wouldn’t know.” you mumble into his shoulder. you hide there.

his hand creeps up to the back of your neck. goosebumps prickle. his fingers slip into your hair and then curl into a loose fist. he tugs gently to dislodge you from his shoulder, to pull you away so that he may see your face again.

he looks at you as if he’s trying to find the trick you speak of. perhaps it’s in your eyes or the set of your mouth.

“i always know.” he warns.

“let’s play again.” you say.

and this time, you use your weight to push him down onto the bed.

he goes down willingly, too easily.

you capture his wrists the way he did to you earlier. you pin them by his head. languidly, he stretches beneath you, amused with this show of sudden power or interest.

“okay, you begin.” he says and his smile is the curve of a laughing, crescent moon.

“i grow to trust you.”

he tilts his head, uncertain or intrigued, you can’t tell. but you can tell you’ve surprised him. his smile falters.

“i’m pleased—you know it’s all i want.” he says and though it’s softened, it’s guarded. you can feel the way he tenses beneath you, waiting, searching.

“and i grow to—to want you, too.” you say and your voice sounds strange to your own ears. far off. maybe too near. not your own, or else, horrifyingly, only yours.

perhaps there is truth there in a way you cannot even begin to untangle.

he’s silent. watching.

“what do you do?” you prompt, breath hitching, almost beg him to speak. “play the game. it’s your turn.”

you feel his wrists flex, the tendons and muscles moving, encircled in your fingers.

“i—cherish you. i foster your desires. i give you whatever you want.” his voice is bedroom soft. his lashes flutter.

“freedom?”

he releases a slow breath of frustration. you feel it against your cheek.

“a form of it.” he answers. and then, carefully, you feel the shifting of his hand beneath yours. his thumb sweeps over your wrist, into your palm. “more and more as i grow to trust you, too.”

you let your hand open up to his, feel it bloom to the touch.

“being alone in the garden.” you press, “i ask you one day to tend to it by myself, when i please.”

he laces his fingers with yours.

“in time.” he agrees, “and you can tend to your garden alone. you can walk on the grounds, wherever you please. you can take dinner in the atrium or the greenhouse or by the lake. it could all be yours.”

you squeeze his hand, “say i earn your trust—let’s finish the game.”

“i give you the world.” he breathes it and you feel it against your lips, feel it somewhere deep inside of you. on the other, soft side of your chest, where your heart thrums.

you know he is telling the truth.

but it rings discordant inside of you. just as softly, you murmur;

“and then i disappear with it. you wait for me to come in from the garden one day—and i never do.”

the tender hold of your hand turns vicious, biting.

you bare your teeth and hiss, “i steal your world and your trust and the love you gave me and i run and run and run. until you can’t find me—until you can’t catch me. i do it when you least expect it—when i love you too much.”

he pushes and twists you under him. he presses you down hard like he could keep you from disappearing, like you’re slipping from him already. but you press on;

“and you’ll see my face everywhere—in the windows of the atrium and the corners of the greenhouse. in the hemlock i grew in the garden and the wind that howls while you stand on the balcony. but i’ll be gone—“

“you’ll never earn my trust now.” he warns, “and you’ll never know the garden alone, or the world i could give you.”

“but i’ll know the one you took from me.”

his eye flashes dangerously, the flicker of frigid, dark waters beneath ice.

but then he’s gone. off of you. the warmth of him leaves you in a rush.

he grabs for a coat of his, throwing it over his shoulders in a flare of dark fabric.

“where are you going? i thought you wanted to play.” you sneer.

“and i thought you didn’t?” he heads for the door anyways, “i’m going to the garden. alone.”

“scared you’ll find hemlock?” you ask.

“are you scared i’ll find hemlock?” he retorts and then lowers his voice, almost to a caress, “i would punish you.”

“you’ve done that all before, it doesn’t stop me anymore.” you tilt your head, “maybe you need new tricks.”

the door slams behind him. you don’t even flinch.

and in a moment, you watch his figure, a dark smudge against the gray fog, trudge out towards the garden.

you watch from the balcony.

there is no hemlock in the garden.

and he is gentler again when he returns that night. but he locks the door to the balcony and he keeps the key tethered around his neck, pressed to you as he holds you; so close and yet so far.

you can feel it’s cool metal against your bare back. you can feel his skin to yours, the way he holds you like you’re going to slip away.

there is no hemlock in the garden, but there is nightshade.

“let’s play our game.” he whispers that night, pressing scattered kisses like falling stars along your shoulder, your jaw.

“i steal the key around your throat. i unlock the balcony door—“

“i hear you. i let you go, anyways.”

you go perfectly still.

“i—i climb down the balcony and i run—“

“past the fountain?”

you nod slowly. you feel your heart kick into an unsteady rhythm.

“i let you go. i let you get far.”

“you’d let me—“

your throat constricts; a ball of emotion wedged there suddenly. you feel your eyes prick with—with shock. is he really—?

something terrified stirs inside you at even the thought of your real freedom; of the thing you want most.

“and then i hunt you.”

he kisses beneath your ear, like a lover.

your blood goes cold.

“i chase you across the world i gave you and the one i took from you. and every time, i find you. i’d find you. and i’d drag you back.”

“i’d—i’d kick and scream. i’d make you bleed.” you manage to get out.

he props himself up, if only to catch your chin, to force you to look back at him.

he kisses you. slowly. sweetly.

“there’s no hemlock in the garden. you need new tricks.”

but the nightshade opens its flowers to the moon, just outside the locked door of your balcony, in the garden that you can’t tend to alone.

you melt into the kiss, open mouthed and tender. soft and deep like lovers.

when you pull away, you have the key dangling in your hand;

“and this isn’t the key to the balcony. so do you.”

when he kisses you again, brutal and dreadful, and with too much heat for someone so, so cold, you feel the sharp cut of his foxish smile.

and maybe even some sick curve of your own.

[shortstrawberry]

Yandere headcannons for the resident lover routes I've finished till now

1. Bela

Her heart laid numb beneath her chest for God knows how long. But it was long enough that the minute she got it back, her feelings for you just steamrolled into obsession.

And it's not like she didn't care about you at all when her heart was locked away. She still took care of you when you were sick, and tried to protect you from Mother Miranda's schemes. But she did it hiding behind her uppity attitude and snarky comments on your work ethic.

Now? You are her savior, her kitten who needs to be spoiled rotten. You never realised how flithy rich Bela was until she started to splurge her family fortunate on you. Dresses, scenic places, scents, books, you name it. You name it, and Bela will give you the world.

It is not all sunshine and spoiling though. Bela has always been notoriously control freakish by nature. And now it has quadrapled. You don't answer her text within 30 seconds? Expect to face the consequences. Namely, tied to her bed and being ravaged until you forget your own name, and remember only hers.

And God have mercy on anyone who tries to flirt with you. Cassandra tried, and Bela had her next play blocked. Bela even used her presidential powers to have you move in her dorms. On bright side, at least you get breakfast in bed now.

Overall, life with Bela is as intense as her beating heart. She keeps you under a kind, but tight leash.

2. Cassandra

It's no secret that Cassandra's first and only love was theatre. She would sacrifice anything and anyone (*cough*) for the sake of her acting career. Well, that is until she fell head over heels for you. Now she would do anything for you.

Cassandra is like a sweet black hole that keeps asking for more. She has always thrived on fawning and praises, and now she needs your exclusive attention, only on her.

Expect her to take you out on romantic dates. Stargazing, Shakespeare plays, candlelit dinners. Anything that would make you smile and be happy. Cassandra loves to be the only reason behind your smile.

You can also expect Cassandra to be needy for attention and touch. You are sitting just few inches away? She will immediately pull you over on her lap. You can't go to her dorm because of college work? She will kidnap you and bring you to here, even if only to watch you work.

Cassandra considers herself no 1 so you better treat her like it. If you ever even gave a shred of praise to anyone else, Cassandra will give you a demented smile and let you know that you'd be sleeping gagged up in her arms for the night.

3. Donna (my love)

Donna is the sweetest person you've ever known. She would spoil you with even the tiniest of things. A gentle touch on your shoulder, a kiss to your forehead every 10 minutes. Making sure you're hydrated at all times. Bringing you ginseng and honey tea. Your well being is the top priority for Donna.

Donna is also a keenly sensitive woman. You ever slightly raise your voice or ignore her even more a minute? She'll burst into tears. And heaven forbid if you try to leave her even if just to go back to your dorm for lunch. She would look at you with teary eyes and insist you stay and have lunch with her instead.

It's not all nurturing and codependence though. Donna has a possessive streak that runs a mile wide. Heck, scratch that, it is at least 10 miles wild. That one time a customer was flirting with you? Let's just say the hemlock in his bouquet was a complete accident. Cassandra is lucky she is Donna's niece. The worst thing Donna has done against her is to slip needle leaves inside her bouquet.

Donna has been trying to come up with ways to make you stay longer and longer with her. From increasing your working hours to calling you home for "work", she will do everything except just ask you to move in with her. She is deathly afraid of rejection and would rather use her employer authority on you to keep you close.

Still, it's not remiss to say that Donna for all her softness likes to hold power over you. Being both your girlfriend and employer has a lot of scope of manipulation, and Donna is making more and more use of it. You remain blissfully unaware, too lost in her loving kisses and embraces.

[atinyreads]

My all time favorite/recommendation fics of ATEEZ

note/warning: contains fluff/smut but most of them are mafia/angst/yandere I'm a sucker for those themes consider this as a trigger warning YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

~ additional note: also, To the authors of these fics I appreciate all of you ily all so much you're doing so well ^>^ !!

HJ: Backfired by @ateezreactionsandscenarios

YH: His little spy by @thesafecafe

YH: Bad day by @mingtinys

SH: A dirty little secret by @hwa-whiskers

SH: Chanel chance by @channieismyboy

OT8: Hurts like hell (has a part 2) by @ja3hwa

SH: Never again by @m4rsluv

OT8: Hotel California by @mint-yooxgi

YH: Frontier Psychiatrist by @riboism

SH: Fault by @ja3hwa

SH: You're the one that I want by @ateezmakemeweep

OT8: Mate by @jwying

WY x jealous reader by @ateezmakemeweep

JH: Prey by @ja3hwa

YS: Safe by @ja3hwa

SH: The duke and his general by @baekhvuns

SAN: Darling, his darling by @sansblkgirlfriend

SH: White hemlock by @lilhwahwa

HJ: Don't stop by @im-657-mv

HJ: Eyes on you by @bangmechann

Shoot your shot by @az-con

HJ: Ruby red (can't mention their @ idk why)

YH: Let me by @capaimagines

HJ: Hello stranger by @midnightseonghwa

OT8: At what cost by @capaimagines

HJ: Saved by @sansblkgirlfriend

Mafia SH x reader by @mingishoe

SH: Realization by @spinster-sisters

YS: Lights out by @bobateastay

MG: Precious by @lovesanmotion

HJ: Is this real? by @mingis-lightbulb

SH: All too well by @hwanchaesong

SH: Mafia x reader by @songmingisthighs

SH: Migraine by @kileaderie

SH: When you're sexually frustrated by @cocobeanncteez

HJ: Tame by @cocobeanncteez

SAN: The calm after the storm by @cocobeanncteez

MG: Torn by @mimikookie

[spaceless-vacuum]

What if all three (WW, TP, OOT) Ganondorfs were yandere for reader?

All at once? Ok so I have an idea for this.

Windwaker Ganondorf is, on the surface, the most calm out of all of them. He will pull you aside when the other two fight. When you need space away from the chaos that can come from being around not one, not two, but three war lords he’ll arrange time for just the two of you. Offering a safe haven to unwind. Offering you the tie necessary to keep your wellness in check and to make you associate him with safety. Now whenever you think about someone to protect you'll think of him and make your way over.

He doesn't mind the way the other two fight each other. Even if seeing them with you drives him up the wall hi- in retrospect- handles it better than the others. He's patient. He waited under the waves of the ocean for his plan to fall into motion. He can wait longer for you to come to him willingly when you tire of the others. Leaving those two to fight while he runs off with you suits him better. It means there's less favourable visits to the dungeons when you try to escape because he doesn't always have you when he wants but he has you when he needs it.

He doesn't give chase either when the others show up. His era allows him to take the upperhand, but he chooses not to use it. These three can't play nice forever and when it all breaks apart- because mind you it will somehow someway- he will be the only one left for you to turn to. He gave you relative peace, and sure he isn't a normal man to court by any means; but it's more than what you were getting. This only doubles after OoT and TP Ganondorf turn into Ganons. After that he's the only one whose mind isn't twisted by the triforce of power.

His Hyrule is an ocean. No one can cross it without a boat and knowledge of the sea. He holds the upperhand in defending his fortress and in keeping you stuck by his side. What are you going to do, leave? Where would you get a boat, the knowledge to use it, the supplies? Oh you might be able to and when you do he lets you get as far as you can go. Either when your supplies run out or if you're lucky enough when you come to an island before he sends the Hemlock king to pick you back up.

TP Ganondorf is a mastermind much like OoT Ganondorf. They both attempted an insurgence on the royal family to make their goals easier. This takes a lot of time and effort. Both of them have such a blast trying to open up and outdo each other. However the way they go about their schemes is where it gets interesting. Twilight Ganondorf used a puppet and did not reveal himself. He spent a lot of effort to not be seen as the main culprit and it marks him as someone who prefers his workings to stay entirely in the shadows. He likes to keep his secrets and it makes him feel less miserable to know that no one can tell what he's up to. Evenwhen it comes to you, part of why he loves you so much is how much of a soft spot he has for you. Even if he appears more upset and like a classic male tsundere he has a soft spot a mile wide and will allow you space- assuming that space is still in the same room as him.

This Ganondorf takes his time to court you but the entire time he's planning for a violent takeover. Should one of the others try anything he has about six different plans to take you back and keep you by his side. The moment one of them even tries to take you away he's ready to bring the axe down. He doesn't necessarily want for this to fall through but it's impossible to keep track of you if the other two are planning something. If he loses you he loses everything so it must not happen.

Violent outbursts against the enemy are in toe for Ganon but TP prides himself on being able to keep a calm demeanour. Let the others make fools of themselves while he keeps his mind intact. His goal is to keep you no matter how extreme his methods may seem. By pure numbers he can overpower his enemies should they try anything. He has more troops. His efforts in the twilight allow him to negate the needs for soldiers of the humane kind. They may not be the most caring creatures to take with protecting you- his way of enforcing the rules- but they work well.

Zant can play babysitter when he's not busy enjoying his new seat in the castle. He doesn't see the other two as viable threats and he doesn't want to turn against them but he's prepared to do anything to keep you by his side.

OoT Ganondorf came around at a time where Hyrule was overcome with tragedy. The land had just recovered from the civil war and he was able to take advantage of their weakened state to get right into the castle. At the heart of it all he staked his claim and stayed there until the princess and hero made a fatal mistake. 

He doesn't care about the chaos the other two partake in. His main interest is courting and wooing you. While the malevolent guide through rocky weather and megalomaniac are both forming their own plans he is amusing himself with your company. Buying you expensive clothes and jewellery as bait to get you to dress how he wants.

His time spent in the company of Hyrules other knights is draining. He hates spending all his time with the enemy and along with your company the only thing to keep him sane is distracting himself with planning for Hyrules demise. His two greatest enemies are children and bureaucracy and he is not having a good time with all of it. After Links failure to draw the sword that leaves him with seven full years to court you. To treat you like the royalty you are.

I think that all three of them have the same tendencies, Tp and WW Ganondorfs will still try to court you and give you gifts but this is what I think those three lean towards to win you over. Windwaker sees himself as older and more calm than the other two willing to give you space and a well needed break. Spending time by the sea was the cure for many mental ailments back in the day after all. Maybe all you could use is some salty air.

Twilight princess Ganondorf sees himself as smarter than those who would oppose him. He knows he has the power and might to keep you by any means necessary. If you try to run, getting you back is as easy as sending an argorok to pick you up. Keeping others away is simple when you have so many powerful beasts from the twilight ready to open up portals at your call.

Then the last is honestly not too worried about you getting away. He has the money, political ties, and suave to charm you into his open arms. Once you realise it's already too late and he is quite the madman it's far too late as you're already trapped- but at least the gifts are nice. 

All three dabble in shared behaviours but this is what they would lean into the most if that makes sense. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I have! I've been in a real Ganon kick recently so this was sweet

[roseadleyn]

— ROXANA.

AH... THE AGRICHE ARE SOMETHING LIKE HELL ON EARTH.

｢ ROXANA AGRICHE ｣

｢ DION AGRICHE. ｣

hemlock || dion agriche.

tw: yandere, abuse, obsession, this is literally dion and anything he does is enough to get him on a watch list, so beware

｢ JEREMY AGRICHE ｣

｢ CHARLOTTE AGRICHE ｣

｢ GRIZELDA AGRICHE ｣

｢ CASSIS PEDELIAN ｣

fallen angel || cassis pedelian.

tw: abuse, obsession, unhealthy relationship themes, yandere

WHY DO I STILL FUCKING MISS YOU? || cassis pedelian.

tw: hints of abuse, sexual implications, said sexual implictions are dubcon, obsession, reader is on the breaking point and falls off of said breaking point

it seems that we have some empty shelves. be a dear and ask to fill them in, won't you?

[holdmehurtme]

Happy Valentine's Day! 💘🏹💌

[cloudishmagma]

OC hangout: Summer edition

Guess who finished an exam and has to wait like 2hr to leave the school? Me. I had some time to spare lmao

Dont look at the hands

I got all the BLD ocs I have on my mutuals and made them friends

If the clothes are OOC, I got them from bershka srry

I ran out of orange and blue and purple highlighters oops

Starring:

Peony (@hemlock-haven )

Eve(me)

Madeline (@yandere-darling-yandere )

[momentsofamberintensity]

Ember. adult. they/them & it/its.

queer. neurodivergent. disabled.

this blog is a fantasy & vent blog of

cluster b personality disorder feels

dark content; kidnapping, stalking, violence, cnc, drugging, etc

yandere core

tsundere core

kuudere core

menhera core

yami kawaii core

clinically bpd since 2006 & pro-informed-self-dx. ( meaning if you've done the research and/or identify with cluster b disorders and the contents and themes herein you are always welcome to interact. )

sideblog to @momentsofamber; follows will come from there.

WIP cluster b comfort characters

fin spec:

Willow Rosenberg (et al.) from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Ayano / Ayeka from Crush Crush

Ashley Graves from The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

Touko Fukawa from Danganronpa

Monika from Doki Doki Literature Club

Christina Wendall from Hemlock Grove

Kikyou from InuYasha

Knives Chau from Scott Pilgrim

Jill Roberts, Sam Carpenter, & Amber Freeman from Scream

Lambadelta & Bernkastel from Umineko no naku Koro ni

Annabelle Zhu / Anna Johnson from The Vampire Diaries

Ayano Aishi from Yandere Simulator ( anti-Yandev )

unaligned or fluid enby:

Emori from The 100

Alois Trancy from Black Butler

Genocider Syo from Danganronpa

Nagito Komaeda from Danganronpa

Wrath from Fullmetal Alchemist 2003

Riley Blue from Sense8

Kish from Tokyo Mew Mew

min spec:

John Murphy from The 100

Cole from Blush Blush

Warren Meers from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Nick Miller from New Girl

Mickey Altieri & Roman Bridger from Scream

Wolfgang Bogdanow from Sense8

Karasu from Yu Yu Hakusho

this post is still a WIP and these lists may be added to at any time.

[dylanblakesgal]

Types Of Vampires The Bad Batch Is Headcannons

I just threw Hemlock in because why not on my blog he's a good guy and I want it to be happy no fighting please.

+Hunter the loveing jealous vampire

+Crosshair the protective romantic vampire

+Wrecker the gentle crazy vampire

+Echo the sweet gentlemen vampire

+Tech the smart vampire

+Hemlock the creepy yandere vampire

[ao3feed-jjk]

White Noise On Black Screens

by GoWithTheFlo20 Seeing the two standing together by the door was a bit like having her nose pressed up on the glass of a TV, switched on but disconnected from any channel, black pixels popping and white noise deafening in her ears. The kind of thing that makes you think you’re seeing things in the static, hearing voices in the radio waves. They all seems to be shouting the same warning to her. Run. Hemlock Potter just can’t remember why she should listen. Words: 2232, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Categories: F/M Characters: Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Harry Potter Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Harry Potter, Getou Suguru/Harry Potter, Gojo Satoru/Harry Potter/Getou Suguru Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Sibling Incest, Yandere, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat via https://ift.tt/iT4sbE2

[authorred]

Fanfiction Masterlist

My master list of stuff I've written. This'll be updated in conjunction with how often I publish stuff. Fandoms will be included over time--so if you want to see what I write, go to here

Hemlock Grove:

Roman Godfrey Relationship HCs

Hell's Gate (part 1)

Hell's Gate (part 2)

Hell's Gate (part 3)

Hell's Gate (part 4)

Hell's Gate (part 5)

Moon Knight:

Bitch series part 1

Bitch series part 2

Bitch series part 3

Obey Me!:

Obey Me! headcanons (all brothers)

Attack on Titan:

Pegging headcanons

Naruto & Boruto:

Boruto headcanon request

Boruto request part 2

Boruto headcanon request

Fairy Tail:

Laxus Dreyer headcanons

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Pegging headcanons

MCU:

Avengers React

Avengers React 2

Loki Laufeyson headcanons (NSFW)

Loki Laufeyson confession headcanons

Black Butler:

Pegging headcanons

Kengan Ashura:

Pegging headcanons

One Punch Man:

Pegging headcanons

Speed-O-Sound Sonic Oneshot (NSFW)

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid pegging headcanons

Spencer Reid relationship headcanons

Random Spencer Reid headcanons

Random Spencer Reid headcanons (NSFW)

Random Spencer Reid headcanons (SFW and light NSFW)

Break Me, Make Me Yours (Spencer Reid) (NSFW) |Part 1|

Run Boy Run (Spencer Reid) |Part 1|

Fluff Time (Spencer Reid)

Yandere Spencer Reid headcanons |Part 1|

Yandere Spencer Reid headcanons |Part 2|

Yandere Spencer Reid headcanons (NSFW) |Part 3| 

Facefucking Spencer Reid headcanons (NSFW)

Sad/Grieving Spencer Reid headcanons

Shadow and Bone:

To Love Another (Kaz x reader, part 1)

To Love Kaz Brekker (Kaz x reader, part 2)

To Love One Another (Kaz x reader, part 3)

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse:

Miguel O’Hara Bondage Headcanons

Baldurs Gate 3:

Astarion Headcanons

Love and Deepspace:

Doctor’s Orders (Zayne x reader, part 1)

Doctor’s Orders (Zayne x reader, part 2)

Zayne Headcanons

His Hunter, Her Doctor (Zayne x reader)

Fragmented Smile (Zayne x reader)

Power Struggle (Sylus x reader)

Die With A Smile (Zayne x reader)

[idvask-hunterfinn]

Hello...

A man was humming as he tended to his plants. There were plants from all over the world, from roses to spider lilies, from sunflowers to hemlocks, it was in the same room as him. His mask was on the table, along with his weapon. The peaceful moment was interrupted when a twig was snapped.

"Who's there?"

A behemoth of a venus fly trap snapped to attention, quickly trying to find its prey.

"Calm down, it's probably one of the survivors."

He walked to where the branch was snapped and came across a letter. It wasn't his hunter name strangely, but it was his actual name written on the front.

"A letter? To me?"

It is the man himself!

The tattoos are under his left eye btw.

Here are his kaomojis!

(|Ŏ - Ŏ|") - Drosera unmasked

།＋ᵒ̌●ᵒ̌＋། - Drosera masked

----

--Basics--

Nationality: Most likely American.

Survivor or Hunter?: He's a hunter.

Character Day: August 13th (Reason: This is when the first Finn audio got released on YouTube!)

When did he arrive?: October 5th(Reason: First Yandere!Finn audio got released on YouTube!)

Height: 6'10"/208.28cm

Voice Claim: One of his audios that I think is adorable.

Likes: The outdoors, carnivorous plants, tea.

Dislikes: ???

Rumor: Something... Or someone is in the forest. Sweet and deadly is the game.

--Abilities are a WIP! So far what I have down is that he's a hunter that fucks up healing and his skills are man-eating venus fly traps along with a crossbreed of vines!--

--Ask box is open!--

Just basic internet common sense, down below is some reminders.

Finn is not my character and never will be my character. Finn belongs to YuuriVoice, what I'm doing is that he's a Hunter from Identity V. So yes, this is a crossover AU.

Admin's(aka me, Katniss) 18 now but still don't send anything majorly NSFW, if it's for a joke pls DM me clarifying that it's a joke. Otherwise, I may carry it too far without knowing.

This will be based on canon and headcanon stuff. He's still the soft and precious boy but things happen.

He doesn't know who Alphonse, Seth, Jack(YuuriVoice's Jack), and the rest of the gang are. I don't plan on making this multiple characters at once blog, too much for me to handle.

Anyone from both YuuriVoice and Identity V whether it be canon, skins, AUs, or OCs can interact with this version of Finn.

Due to life replies may receive a long answer or a short answer. Along with that, some may receive art and some may not. Don't complain.

Magic anons are definite.

There will be mentions of death, violence, and maybe drugs. I will add trigger warnings for those.

Shipping is allowed! Just DM me about it. Like most of my muses, Drosera's going to be a multiship, and relationships will never cross each other.

Have fun, everybody!

Also here's his playlist!

--Ask links--

Cottagecore Emojis

Bear, Sheep,

Greenhouse Initiation

Random Question

Cake, Pig, Coffee

Food Emojis

Tea,

Tarot Cards

High Priestess, Hanged Man, Judgment, Lovers, Empress

Botanical Ask Prompts

Aloe, Forget-Me-Not, Daffodil,