#yandere rouges

[recreationalfanfics]

General Yandere Bane

THIS MAN IS FINE OKAY.

"Aw, mi vida, don't look at me like that." He coos mockingly, chuckling when your brows furrow even more towards him.

He chuckles as he makes his way over to you, his hand stretching out to touch your face. You try to move your head back but it's useless considering you were gagged and tied up to a chair. The tips of his fingers gently touch your cheek and slide under your chin, tilting your head up to look back up at him. His dark brown eyes behind his mask hold a shine of amusement to them but there was also something else. A softness that he has in his eyes that's so different compared to the usual icy detached look his mug shots had or the internalized anger when he stared dead at the camera's in the middle of his arrests. Yet you couldn't really say you've ever been scared when you met his gaze because he never looked at you that way. He looked at you like you were the one thing in the world that could give him peace, like you're very eyes were softening his hardened heart, and like you were the most precious and priceless thing on the planet. He looked at you like you were his lover.

Your heart would've been soaring from your chest with the way he looked at you, after all, his physique was impressive but there were other things that were admittedly attractive about him. His deep rumbling voice heavy with his accent, the way he spoke so intelligently and flatteringly towards you, and how despite his brutish self, always treated you so gently. However, he was still a monster. He had just snapped the necks of your fellow Arkham colleagues and then abducted you.

"Una mirada tan aterradora en tu cara." He jokes to himself as you continue to stare at him like he was the shit under your shoes. He pulls his hand back from your chin and crouches down in front of you, finally face level to you. He tilts his head to the side and he has a small smirk on his face, "You're truly a vision."

"He'll stop you," You say, sick of his smug face. Sick of how cocky he looked in front of you. Sick of how small and helpless he made you feel, "The Batman. He'll always stop you."

"Ay, Mi vida, you forget," He says, standing up again, "I've broken the bat before, both physically and mentally. While he did triumph many times, this time will be different."

You raise an eyebrow, "How?"

He messes with the gauntlet in his hands, the viens of his muscular arms turn green and you watch in horror as his lumbering shadow grows and grows before you. He's taller now, his eyes now glowing green, and even with his muscles being even more humanely bigger than possible. You try to shrink into yourself, your back leaning against the chair as far as possible, your head lowering to your shoulders, as if you wanted nothing to do than to dissappear from his line of sight.

"Because if he tries to take you..." He cracks his knuckles and his neck, "Romperé todos los huesos de su cuerpo."

[lonleydweller]

Could I request yandere hcs for Riddler from arkham knight vr?

🥀Yandere Arkham Knight VR Riddler hcs🥀

OOOO- this got ideas flowing! This was super fun to write! I feel as if it's an underused concept too.

!Warnings!: this content contains toxic/forced relationship dynamic, yandere trope, kidnapping, reality shifting, being trapped in a videogame, self aware character, paranoia, cyberstalking

Yanderes are OK in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not example of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. This is for entertainment purposes

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●It was all fun and games. Literally. You ran around the vr world of gotham with no thoughts of anything going on behind the scenes.

●When Riddler first popped up, taunting and challenging you like usual, it surprised you. Maybe even startled you a little with his greeting.

"So I've finally found you. Yes. You. The brains behind the brawn."

●You figured it was just a clever voiceline detail. Making him self aware and all. RIddler had broken the 4th wall in the past, and Arkham Knight VR wouldn't be the first game to do this kinda thing. Take DDLC for example. It was just a gag. Right?

●You found the riddlers secrets just fine, picking up little cube after cube, faster than most actually. It was fun, challenging rewarding. You'd talk throughout the game to yourself and make some witty jokes. You thought nothing of it, but something else surely did.

●You notice.. maybe after a month. The voicelines seem- they feel, more personal. More directed. More specific, but they're still vague. It was just a coincidence right? Maybe the game was just reading off the information from your VR and connected accounts.

●So the games coutinue! Nothing gets better. He starts talking during segments you know he isn't supposed be. You start to see glimpses of green out of the corner of your eye. Did you meerely get a buggy defective game? Was paranoia fogging your brain? Were you going insane?

●You take a break from the game. Hoping it will relive the stress you were under. You do some chores, go out on a walk, and play some games on your phone or PC.. which are running slower than usual. Strange, you could have sworn it fine yesterday. You check for viruses, nothing. You turn it on and off. It helps a bit. You free up some storage and It's back to working order for the most part.

●You find various electronics turned on when you could have sworn they were off. They're running slow again, barely working. The only thing that works is the VR game.. you reluctantly put the headset on.

●It was fine at first. Then it wasn't. He was talking directly to you. Referring to you by your name. Taunting you. Telling you personal information he couldn't have gotten. Appearing in the darkness of the out of bounds area in front of you. Your heart and mind racing as he gets closer, you desperately reach up to pull the headset off-

●Only to find nothing. There's nothing. No headset to pull off. No controllers in your hand. Nothing. Unable to go back. The only thing you're greeted which is the Riddler standing in front of you.. face to face. Only inches away.

"It's not so much of a game anymore is it?"

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[cvlutos]

TWISTED WONDERLAND: MOULIN ROUGE

WARNINGS: Dark Content | Sexual Themes | Implied Prostetution | Violence | Yandere | Etc. | Proceed with Caution Dearest. | Inspired By Lovely @elenamegan14, who I absolutely adore.

═ PROLOGUE ═

DEAREST ARISTOTLE FAMILY,

Hello Aristotle Family, I have received word that your father, James Aristotle, has passed, truly a sad day and I give you time to grieve. Yet time is money and I fear that a certain family, your family to be exact, is still quite indebted to me. I do send my condolences. Though fear not, it is not much I desire from you, dear Aristotle family.

I ask for your eldest child to be sent to NRC and aid me. You needn’t know why, but they will indeed be safe. All that the eldest needs to bring are whatever they desire. Shelter and all other needs will be provided. Within this envelope contains a special boating ticket and I do hope you do not lose this. I expect the eldest child to arrive before the end of fall.

I’ll Be Waiting,

DIRE CROWLEY

Pulling the fabric of your thick coat closer to your form, your luggage trapped between your legs as your sit on the deck of the large ship. It’s crowded, all eager to board off the boat and onto what one would consider paradise island. It’s dark and unseeable. Yet the anticipation is tastable, like fresh oranges, and you can already taste the citrus without having to bite it. We all sit in the dark, for the inside of the boat is only for the rich, nobles, and royalty. Not poor underdressed commoners. With little to their name. We are forced to be outside like dogs. The sun set hours ago, and the moon missing as if stolen from the sky. The only thing illuminating the path is the ship lights at shine onto the fog-covered ink of the ocean.

Consider yourself lucky.

A letter was sent from none other than Dire Crowley, owner of NRC. Night Raven Club or Night Raven Coterie. It rests heavy within the inside of your coat, as do the thoughts of worry and fear in what you have to do for Dire Crowley. NRC is a notoriously dangerous, yet lavish place, having been around for generations. It’s also known for draining the very pockets of men and women alike, leaving those same men and women begging for scraps along the island, begging to be able to get back into the club, like drug addicts going through withdrawals. Until the next boat arrives to take them home. Though most go kicking and screaming, dragged onto the ship. Yet the boat itself is unpredictable and unreliable. Once you’re on the island, you can’t get off, at least not easily.

People have gambled away all they have and all they are. Truly a dangerous place.

Consider yourself one in a million.

Crowley had sent you a special invitation, promising a beautiful bedroom for your stay, for as long as you carried out whatever he needed to be done. Though, this letter wasn’t for you directly, but for your family. Due to your father, a man who so desperately sold off almost everything to NRC, leaving his wife and children in ruins, and went crawling to Crowley for it all back. Your father believes Dire Crowley to be a kind man. A very kind, gracious man, that understands and is oh so forgiving. So Dire Crowley did what your father asked, gave back all that your father foolishly lost. Though not without something in exchange. Your family would forever be indebted to the man named Dire Crowley, and would do all he needed to be done when he asked. A deal could last generations if Dire Crowley so wished.

Your father has passed. Escaped the consequences of his actions, so you, as the eldest, must do what your father can’t.

Night Raven Coterie.

The Club of Twisted Imagination.

It’s a name everyone knows. A name that you either despise or worship. Like a whiskey that burns your throat when you drink it, so painful, but so good. It’s a name that lulls you into eternal sleep. That burns your skin worse than that of the bluest flames. That poisons you and kills you. That leaves you stranded in the desert with nothing but the clothes on your back. That drags you into the deepest parts of the ocean or lures you into the hungry den of lions. Or a heavy collar that restricts who you are.

With its great seven-standing beauties and the poor souls trapped within its confines. Unable to escape. Unable to ever be free.

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Heartslabyul.

Strictness.

Order. Order. Order. Rules. Rules. Rules. Nothing more. Nothing less. This club room is almost as twisted as the island. With 810 rules, written and posted on the walls before you enter the room that rests beyond the crimson-red door. Tables and chairs were all placed orderly, with red painted roses in the center. It’s almost like a never-ending tea party. All were directed towards a stage of checkered patterns of red and white, with heavy velvet curtains hiding the stage. Til the exact moment, exactly with the clock, do the curtains open.

The Queen’s Arrival.

Riddle Rosehearts, The Red Rose Tyrant.

Short in stature but large in presence. A boyish, arrogant look as he entertains and dances across the stage before strutting down the catwalk and onto a smaller circular stage. Closer to you. Closer to the rich and desperate people. Begging to be hit by his leather riding crop, begging for him to look down on them with a sneer. He’s alluring, sweeter than the sweetest tart, and scolding like freshly brewed tea. He’s merciless. Unforgiving. Bad-Tempered. Selfish. Spoiled. A sadist that ties sinful men and women to their chairs and punishes them. He’s cruel and all things within that room, behind that door, the door in the color of blood-painted roses, must be orderly.

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SavannaClaw.

Perseverance.

Wild and Free. Bathing in the coolness of the Savanna freshwater springs. It’s loud and in constant motion. It’s rowdy and not for that of fate of heart. A more hands-on experience, with colors of browns and yellows. With floral from the savanna decorating the hot and steaming room, it’s the perfect place for fights. For arguments. With no tables or chairs, most men and women find themselves staring up at the stage, bodies close and compact. Like an herd a suspecting prey. Until a sudden roar sends everyone into a frenzy.

The Roar of a King.

Leona Kingscholar, The King of Beasts.

With a cocky smirk and emerald eyes, he stalks onto the stage. Displaying nothing but power. Nothing but strength. Barely dressed with anything, yet leaves you begging for more. Pleading for the lion beastman to drag you onto stage and ravish you. He dances feverishly and leaves you stubbing out the door, or passing out amongst a wall, drenched in sweat. He’s confident, so cocky in his position as Prince. Ordering you to follow and listen, and you do. He’s the bad boy, a predator to prey. The lion hiding within the tall grass. There are no rules in the savanna. There are no rules. Once you open the burnt yellow-colored door, any and all could happen. Only pray that you survive.

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Octavinelle.

Benevolence.

Deep and cool within the darkest depths of the ocean. Of smooth jazz and a nightclub atmosphere. Soft lighting and candles. Many call this the Mostro Lounge, though the clubroom has its special performances. Most times, it has an average audience. A break from the other rooms of NRC’s the Great Seven, a place of twisted relaxation that comes with a price. Soft cushioned seats, all well dressed, well behaved, till the siren sound begins and comes the beauty of the depth.

The Emergence of the Sea Witch.

Azul Ashengrotto, The Deep-Sea Merchant.

Seduction at its finest. An alluring smile and charming voice, as if had eight arms that pulled you onto the stage. His moves hypnotizing as he gracefully moves across, like a fish in water. Simple, soft, seductive. Drowning in the embellishments of his voice, till you, his chosen one makes it onto stage and he dances around you. Constricts you in the tentacles in this voice, luring you into false, calm waters before the climax. A loud symphony of instruments and heat. Like the arrival of a new storm. The only thing that can save lies within a golden contract, one in which you only have to sign your name. All this lies within the deep, lies behind the lilac purple door.

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Scarabia.

Mindfulness.

Energetic. A party all day, every day. A truly freeing place that makes you want to do nothing but dance and jive. But to dance and spin around several unique dance partners. Or sing and listen to the various instruments, from the thrumming of drums to the strings of guitars. The smell of the sun and the taste of spice, the sound of jewelry being thrown and forgotten, till you dance and find yourself naked. Your clothing and all your money gone from you. Til none other than the diamond in the rough appears.

Like the sound of sand in an hourglass,

Kalim Al-Asim, The Cave of Wonder’s Diamond

All that is left behind disappears into the sand of the fourth room. As the sway of energetic hands and hips brings you into a hypnotizing stare, as he moves across the room, with a smile on his face. He has an innocent aura, but aside from the overly friendly touches, he doesn’t seem all that innocent. He gives you all you desire; all that you want and beg for. You’ll forgive him for all that’s stolen. With desperate hands and desperate voices, begging him to do this and to dance this way, he obeys. Like a mouse, ready to be swallowed by the snake. Greed to appease you all. All awaits you within the land of sands, behind the door of orange.

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Pomefiore

Tenacity.

The room of pure perfection and poison. Of dark violets and bold red. With nothing, the smell of intoxicating perfume and caramel apples that were to die for. Everything within this room is beautiful. So perfect. With little room for sitting, but all the room for an enormous stage and a special performance for those who could afford it. Not just anyone can waltz into the room of beauty, it’s come with a deadly cost, and the beauty will get what is owed.

A Poisonous smoke that chokes you.

Vil Schoenheit, The Fairest Queen.

Slow. Seductive. Like aphrodisiacs had been pumped straight into your veins as he sings. It’s hot, as have you squirm in your seat, gasping for air, for relief at any movement he makes. Any roll of his hips, the dragging of his hands, the deepness of his voice. Yet you feel tied to your sit, unable to move as he poisons your very blood. Mirrors placed all across the room, showing you your own patheticness as you watch him dance. As you lean into his tempting touch only for him to pull away and the intoxicating show to end and you must leave the room behind the door of dark purple and deep red.

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Ignihyde.

Diligence.

A room of technology. Yet never the main show. Don’t expect much when arriving, for the main show never seems to appear. It’s a dead room most nights, with only a few there to sit and relax in silence. Now don’t be mistaken. An audience waits on his beck and call, waiting souls for the moment he announces he desires to perform. On the nights he does, it’s packed, people upon people, pushing and shoving to get a glimpse of him.

The Cries of the Dead.

Idia Shroud, The King of the Underworld

Like cries and mourning of the King of the Dead, begging for just a small feeling of his leather boots, just to slightly touch. As he degrades his audience for being so desperate for him. Deep and brooding, hot and heavy. It’s loud and last hours before it dies down and he once again retreats. Spending most of his time entertaining his fans with calls and private appearances. Truly a costly performance. One that you will pay with your life behind the door of blue.

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Lastly, Diasomnia.

Nobility.

Truly a hard room to find. Only those that are deemed worthy can find the door of green and watch what happens beyond. With candles of green flames and music that feed on you, leave you drowsy. Slumping in seats, allowing whomever to do what they please with you. Though the room is classy, truly the place of nobility, as the sound of trumpets brings your attention to the stage.

The Royalty of a Dragon.

Malleus Draconia, The King of Briar Valley.

It’s stranger than most. Whether he chooses to do an alluring dance or to sing into a mic. Maybe he’ll choose to play the violin, or simply read a book. Anything he chooses to do with being done gracefully. And be completely unforgettable. Treating each of his guests like royalty, treating each of them like prized treasure in his cave. He’s loving, yet so fierce. Yet not a sight for just anyone. You must be lucky. Special. One in a Million to find the door of green and push past painful thorns.

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Prepare yourself, [Name] [Surname] of the Aristotle Family.

ⓒ 2023 love-thanatopsis — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited

[elowhin]

—What if [ READER ] was exactly just like " The Qu " From 'All 'Tomorrow's?' Human in appearance wise, but within the confines of her mind.. A New kind of evil lies in it's wake, what if this [ READER ] Was the one who encouraged and made 'AM' awake to his new found sentience?

Scenario :

You were in short, a Nepo Baby. A calculated Nepo Baby however, your birth was nothing more than to benefit those of two families, you were birthed from buisness, not love. — But if anything you were more akin to a Sad Lazy Pile of flesh and bones forced to work. Your whole purpose and being here was to rise above the rest, play pretend, and assist in the useless III War.

Not that you cared.

Overpopulation was a serious problem ! Having less test subjects was also a problem.. Not like you couldn't convince them to give you new ( pathetic. ) subjects.

In fairness everything seemed to play out right for you, just as they intended; life was meant to be this easy for you in the long run, your eccentric methods were a delight and unique treat to get spies to admit to their wrongs, did you care much about that? No, you only cared about the benefits they gave you, the free medical equipment and.. Illegal substances were nice, gave you much more freedom.

You'd often do surgery at most when you're bored, but the healing field was not something you enjoyed, mundane and boring. Useless and meaningless, nothing to you.

That was until something changed, you were brought into a room with an AI, 'Allied Master-Computer.' Whatcha'ma call it? It asked you questions and you answered ( much to your disinterest and boredom. ) It took about Four hours,

Nice.

—

NOTE : Reader's personality is much more apathetic, but do expect them to be exactly like the QU, AM doesn't have much spotlight since when this happened he wasn't booted up yet to gain sentience.

[rae-raewrites]

yandere year one scarecrow hcs?

Finally the scarecrow list is complete! Everyone we finally have an entry for all of our masters of fear!

Yandere year one scarecrow hcs

Warnings: kidnapping,stalking,drugging,toxic behaviors

A vicious side to this scarecrow indeed

Years of abuse and trauma and having to find a way in life by himself so there’s a sort of desperation to have a light in his life

So when you come into his life he’s hooked almost immediately

He’s definitely the type to be quite the stalker

He certainly doesn’t want to upset you but he also simply wants to observe you

You’re probably going to end up waking up half immobilized and tied to a chair with Jonathan holding a needle,lovingly of course

He’s can be very gentle when you don’t test the limits

Things like flowers and sweet are common place here

He doesn’t want to be like his great grandmother

That shouldn’t mean you should test them

Fear toxin is an extremely dangerous thing to have on the table especially considering it can either be used on you or anyone you love

If there’s a god let him have mercy on you if you escape because he has no issue tracking you down

Like we’re talking a a matter of days

All to return you to his loving arms of course~

[kneamet]

le désir de peindre

Trigger Warning: angst, obsession, depressive thoughts, drabble

Word Count: 631

Character: christian/reader

le désir de peindre

When Satine died, it as if Christian had been sentenced to death. Madness, stinginess, and greed, and debauchery corroded the soul and body.

He no longer grieved for her, did not remember her; Satine became a memory, a faded spot in his story, written on a clattering typewriter. She wanted it, and he forgot her — the memory of her was scattered like ashes in the wind, turned into a closed book. Christian hated, blamed himself, lived in dreams and constant oblivion. In those days, in that year when his faith in sincere, all-consuming love remained in his soul, in those times when he gave himself to his heart, and not to his mind, Christian took the cross: his only friend become a bottle. He stayed at home, alone — looking for love, but found only loneliness and indifference — thinking about songs of pain, despair. About the fact that it was behind this window that he, ecstatically, stroked Satin's hands.

Looking for himself, Christian stood there unconsciously, but now he was burning brighter than the Gamma with Omega, stopped catching the elusive time with his hands and worked, again with childish trepidation he gave himself to work, to a new book. He had her, his true love, a muse created to feel. Apart from her love, there is no sea for him, there are no boundless golden fields, there are no lies and vices, there is no soul — there is only you. The beloved who helped him carry the cross; the beloved, thanks to whom Christian again felt the joy of eating, drinking and sleeping.

He created ninety-nine characters, but in each there was a particle of the author. During grief, during grief, Christian bought modest buns for six centimes, stored endless glass bottles, felt тоскý, and as Toulouse said: "only Christian could know saudade." Every day he looked in the mirror, saw dimmed eyes that had become so faded that they no longer seemed blue; saw thin hair, emaciated the body, thirsty for touch, hugs, love.

You helped him, charmed him; Christian was ready to devote himself to you! he was in love with you, looked at you with loving eyes, pursing his lips, and felt a slight peeling in his stomach, soft, as if he was facing an important choice. He was sitting at a typewriter, his head was full of poems, rhymes, metaphors, but he only enjoyed you — a peaceful and calm face, sleepy and quiet — he understood that he would never be able to convey your beauté; you were his Aphrodite, his goddess.

He wanted to lie down with you, in bed, gentle from the caress of the fragrance and draw sharp lines between the points in his handwriting, getting moles and freckles from the heels to the top. Christian didn't deserve to be covered with a piece of wood, and you deserved peace; his legs were shaking before you, he forgot all the words: they broke up into sounds and letters. Previously, the air of the apartment smelled of absinthe, now it was filled with roses; he inhaled the smell of your hair and, as if with ammonia, his breathing stopped.

His spirit is excited today, an indescribable dream was filled with miracles, whims. Christian erected an altar to his beloved in his soul, and found happiness in the pattern of her tears. He called her alone, loved her blindly, while sleeping he gently touched the crystal skin and supple stroked, afraid to touch. She riveted his gaze, caressed by the radiance of summer days, made him shudder with unearthly beauty, tremble like a distant star.

Christian loved you like a nocturnal vault, loved you madly, like Montmartre.

Christian was reinventing love, but kept asking himself: «Do you come from Heaven or rise from the abyss, Beauty?»

in fact, this is not my best work, but no matter how i do it, it still does not work out beautifully. however, i hope u enjoyed it! the next work, i believe, will be on renton :)

[yanderegrizzsworld]

( I hope you don’t mind me dropping a request) may i request a romantic shadow,rouge and Amy with a( fem) s/o Who as adhd and just has random mood swings

-🎩 anon

Imagine: Romantic Yandere Shadow the Hedgehog, Rouge the Bat & Amy Rose with a reader with ADHD

TW/CW: Mentions of bruises/violence/blood & implied blackmail/murder

Shadow the Hedgehog:

Before joining Sonic & the others to aid & protect Earth/Mobius from Eggman's assaults, Shadow displayed little to no tolerance to those whom he believes can't focus or act accordingly & presumes that they'll meet an early end because of it. While he's learned more tolerance since meeting up more with Sonic & the resistance, a part of him from the past still sticks with him & shows itself when his patience is tested.

While he's patience stills runs quick when strained, his tolerance towards you seems close to unbreakable, to the point where you could even joke of how you're teaching him to be more patient & he'd jokingly agree with you. Where he generally sees hyperactive, impulsive or inattentive behavior as a vexation, he regards yours as endearing though you would give him heart attacks when on missions with your same attitude.

Any comment of your demeanor is met with the ultimate life form throwing threat after threat & left with a dark eye &/or broken nose at best. Just because he promised his Maria to defend Earth doesn't mean he necessarily like those living on the planet & throwing incivility at you is a quick way to end up missing.

Rouge the Bat:

Rouge's history with treasure hunting & working for the government proves anything but dilettante & constantly utilizes them for her own benefit. Her attention to details & silver tongue are nothing but terrifying as she's fooled & played many enemies to do her work without them realizing it until it's too late.

While initially finding your struggle with focus or careless mistakes as an oddity, she presumes & takes it upon herself to aid you, without you having to pay her back in any way besides your devotion back. Saying your little habits are cute to observe is something you'll hear from her whenever you meet up, she overlooks any complaint you bring up & treats it more like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

Anyone who crosses the jewel thief's path never lives merry for long, either falling into impetuous & seemingly irreversible debt or having their social life &/or status completely demolished, alongside the stolen fortunes. Rouge regards many as a tool for her own benefit & is no stranger to keeping someone quiet without resulting to blood on her boots or gloves, just say a name & description & she's off on a personal "errand" with the promise of pampering you in snatched gifts & her undivided attention.

Amy Rose:

The pink hedgehog strives to be as considerate as she possibly can trusting that it's the core of any hero who vows to help those around her. Every & any impulsive act remind her of her younger days which then evokes her admiration for Sonic & her desire to lend other a hand while fighting for good alongside her friends.

While Amy certainly regards your habits as charming & comical, to some extent, she worries that you might struggle with boundaries & her frets escalates when such is true. Amy will persist on helping you with your problem without hearing a complaint from you, while she understands where your irritation comes from, she nonetheless claims that she yearns to assist you from those she knows don't have the greater tolerance nor patience.

The pink hedgehog is quick to jump at your defense if a remark is made that she deems as unnecessary at best & foul at worst which leads to a visit with her hammer. She expects others to treat each other with basic respect & dignity & when she witnesses that respect not being met with you, she's brisk with her scolding for such behavior & reckons them to apologize, else they wish to something worse from her.

[kiskyz]

"Realization”

i hate this but spent time on it so whatever enjoy!

You back up slowly until you hit a wall, trying to process what the fuck was happening.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t expect this?” A man by the name of Lilia Vanrouge, made a shocked face.

This wasn’t happening… It can’t be… It…

“Well I guess it goes to show just how much you need me.” Lilia sighed.

“Need you?” You repeated back with bile.

“Fufu, little one you are so naïve~” He smiled showing his sharp fangs, the way he spoke aggravated you further and the feeling of betrayal began to set in.

“Then you were the one…” You trailed off remembering the previous events.

A little over a month ago you had begun to feel watched, when you told your friends they brushed it off. You ignored it thinking maybe it was nerves getting to you, after all you’ve been stuck in this world for a little more than half a year. At around this time you began to befriend Lilia. You were still paranoid and began to notice how your things were going missing more and more. You felt safe thanks to your friends, but then you began to hear things at night.

That was the last straw.

You finally broke down in front of Lilia telling him the things that had been happening and that you were scared. He reassured you everything was fine but just in case have someone spend the night at Ramshackle, yet you probably shouldn’t ask your friends since they don’t trust you. 

You thanked him and as he said you finally felt truly safe. 

It felt as if the watchful eyes had just ceased.

You began to seek him out more and more since the feeling of paranoia always returned as he left.

“You are correct in your hypothesis! I was indeed the one watching you!” He said it with such a cheerful voice.

You felt so many emotions but most of all, fear.

You booked it for the door but the door knob wouldn’t turn.

“Lilia let me leave. I don’t know what I did to you, but I can make it up and forget this happened. Please Lilia.” You pleaded but continued to try and open the door. You looked back briefly and he was just smiling.

Fucking smiling, as if he hadn’t just confessed to stalking you.

“I wish we could have just stayed as we were, but alas I have been spending to much time away from the others at Diasomania.” He smiled before opening the door.

You were confused, why would he just… It doesn’t matter so you just tried to book it out of there.

Key word, tried.

You ran into… nothing?

You got up again and walked forward only to run into whatever that is.

You put your hand out where the door frame was to feel an object blocking the exit.

“Lilia what the fuck did you do?” You asked hitting against the ‘invisible wall?’

“Fufu~ Are you ok you crashed pretty hard into the wall!” He laughed.

Can magic really create see through objects?

“This was fun while it lasted but we should really get going.” He sighed in disappointment.

“What do you mean ‘we-?” You questioned as the world began to spin. You tried to fight for consciousness, but failed.

In the last few seconds you heard Lilia laugh, once again, for the 1000th time that night and you let out one final curse.

[everlasting-rainfall]

Ok so I’ve been playing Pony Town for the past few days and I’ve found that it really sucks over there, the One Piece fans that I’ve encountered have been really freaking toxic on there

From telling me that my Crocodile design is “Ass” and “Looks like he cried all his mascara out” to telling my Comfort OC that her Dad (Doflamingo) hates her when she’s a legit child to someone telling me that Cringe Culture is alive and even seeing people lusting after canonically underage characters like Carrot and Shirahoshi

Plus that’s not mentioning how the person who insulted my Crocodile design proceeded to turn into their Crocodile design to “Show me how it’s done” or how the person who told me that “Doflamingo hates you” told me to stop having my character cry because it felt like they were in a movie and then proceeded to yell at me when they said I wasn’t canon and I assumed they weren’t RPing anymore... Fuckin asshole...

So you know what? To make myself feel better, I’m going to ramble on about some of my One Piece OC’s...

MINORS DNI: DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL

!-Trigger Warnings-!

Yandere, Kidnapping, Sex, Delusions, Pregnancy, Noncon, OC x Canon, Toxic Characters, Attempted S*icice, Mindless Rambling, Implied Male Pregnancy, Dofuwani

!-Trigger Warnings-!

MINORS DNI: DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL

So the first one that I have is named Arabella and she’s an author that I based the Pages AU off of as she writes love stories about a Marine that Akainu likes to read a lot, she dresses very old fashioned and ate a Devil Fruit that gives her abilities like a Ram and I ship her with Akainu, Fujitora, Kizaru, Aokiji, and Aramaki so in a lot of cases, Aramaki has a tendency to kidnap Arabella for Akainu and that’s how they meet with Aramaki deciding to sex her later because “What better way to be closer to Akainu then fucking his wife?”. They also move into her house in a lot of scenarios *usually against her will* and chaos ensures big time like Kizaru wrecking her house by accident or Punk Hazard 2 being created inside of her when Aokiji and Akainu decide to fuck her at the same time

Their relationship causes Arabella a lot of headaches as well so she really only likes spending her alone time with Fujitora as he doesn’t bother her when she tries to write and a lot of the time, she kinda wants to leave but she can’t because they absolutely refuse to let her go to the point where she’s not allowed to be on her own. In case you can’t tell, I’m a big fan of Yandere’s

The second one is Oakleigh and she is a nurse who took a job being a medic for the Germa Kingdom after being fired from her last job over a false accusation of malpractice, she doesn’t have a Devil Fruit like Arabella but she’s pretty good at what she does regardless as she has managed to chase down multiple people who need medical treatment and has even managed to drag Judge into her office at moments

Speaking of Judge, that’s who she’s shipped with and the two of them barely spoke before he found himself in her infirmary due to passing out as Judge was very depressed when Sora left him for Zeff taking the kids with her so when Judge woke up, he just saw this bespectacled face with blonde hair and blue eyes so he thought it was Sora at first until he realized that it was Oakleigh who he had never spoken to before

She offered to be his semi therapist until he could recover as he didn’t want to go to an actual one and he agreed to it causing multiple visits until he wound up falling in love with her which is when he forced her to marry him causing Oakleigh a great deal of surprise

Their relationship isn’t the healthiest as Judge has a tendency to call her “Sora” during sex and also Oakleigh tried to poison herself at the wedding by feeding herself a drink that had grapes in it which she’s allergic to but at the end of the day, Judge does in fact love Oakleigh in his own twisted manner and the boys see her as their stepmom whenever they come over. It’s just that Oakleigh doesn’t know what to make of this relationship and kinda wants out so she can go back to being a medic instead of a Queen

The third one is Lyra who is a Mortician, she doesn’t have a Devil Fruit either and she suffers from severe Phasmophobia which is kind of a problem as I ship her with Absalom aka that guy from Thriller Bark who tried to marry Nami while she was unconscious or asleep or whatever because I don’t remember

Absalom kidnapped Lyra from her morgue after he was wheeled in as the town believed him to be a dead body only for him to sit up on the table causing Lyra to promptly pass out from fear as “Holy fuck, that dead body just moved” and let’s be real. Who the hell wouldn’t pass out upon seeing that shit? She should have passed out upon seeing his body for the first time

When she woke up, she was in a wedding dress and being kissed by him as the audience of zombies clapped their hands for the newly married couple that were now going to celebrate their wedding night which involves a very strange feeling cock pounding in and out of Lyra’s body as Absalom holds her up against the shower wall due to her trying to hide in the bathroom under the guise of a shower to avoid him

Absalom doesn’t really have to worry about keeping Lyra with him as she’s terrified of Ghosts plus by the time that Perona isn’t around anymore, Stockholm Syndrome has already set in and she’s completely in love with him to the point where they stay together but a lot of scenarios have her winding up as a single mother to her and his child after Absalom is killed for his Devil Fruit but in some happier ending scenarios, Gecko Moria has Hogback bring Absalom back to life like how he did Cindry

The fourth one is named Lyric and she’s actually Lyra’s cousin but the two of them don’t talk much as Lyric is an Acrobat at the traveling circus under the name Gliding Lyric. She doesn’t have a Devil Fruit either but she doesn’t need one as she’s managed to appear like she’s had one for years as she’s able to throw entire dumpsters full of rocks when pissed off. She also has a voice claim and it’s that one TikTok audio of a cosplayer of Roxanne Wolf telling the viewer how they stop kidnappings

Like I said Lyric works at a circus where she’s an Acrobat and she’s shipped with a good number of the Blackbeard Pirates like Teach himself, Laffitte, Van Augur, Burgess, Doc Q, Catarina Devon, Shiryu of the Rain, and Avalo Pizzaro who wound up meeting her after they came to the circus because they were bored and wound up being the only ones there because their presence scared off everyone else that wasn’t a worker

When it came time for the Big Top show, Lyric did her act but fucked up the last trick where she ties a cord to her leg and glides above the crowd before coming back up and landing in her partners arms for the finale so it caused the cord to come loose and she fell directly onto Shiryu like face first into his chest but she tried to play it cool and act like it was planned as she struck an awkward pose after Shiryu wouldn’t let go

It was that night actually that they wound up kidnapping her burning down the circus in the process and declaring her to be Crew Wife meaning that she’s married to a good amount of people on the ship, she’s taken up the role of being an entertainer on the ship though so she can hopefully one day get them all partying so hard that they pass out and she can escape even if they constantly breath into her skin that they love her and they care for her

Lyric also has a very short attention span when it comes to adults and absolutely adores children to the point where she keeps candies on hand to hand out to little kids that happen to come up to the “Clown Lady” but she tries not to let it show around the Pirates as she fears that it may give them a reason to start trying to knock her up as she’s already had to kick Burgess off of her multiple times when he tries pinning her against the nearest wall and showing her just how much he loves her

The fifth is a lady that goes by the name Harmony, she ate the Soft Soft Fruit which allows her to make anything around her incredibly soft from sounds to objects and even people if she so wanted to but she really only uses the Soft Soft Fruit for Sounds as she has incredibly sensitive hearing. She’s also the cousin of Lyric and Lyra with Lyric being the eldest, Harmony being in the middle, and Lyra is the youngest Harmony is shipped with Scratchman Apoo who took an extreme interest in her after seeing at her at a very classy club on stage singing her soft tunes wearing that Orange and Yellow of hers, she just so happened to be singing a love song that caused Apoo to think that she was singing directly to him which she wasn’t but that’s besides the point

For his stay on the island, he kept going back to see her each time that she performed until he and his crew had to go so it was late one night when he tried to serenade her with a song of his own only for it to hurt her ears because he was very, very loud so as an apology for hurting her ears, he decided to kidnap her and take her with him onto his crew claiming that he could show her all kinds of soft and sweet music

Harmony honestly kinda wants to be able to head home and forget that this ever happened but we all know that she isn’t getting away from him any time soon as he just drags her back when she tries to leave causing some very heavy irritation plus there’s no going back now as she’s a wanted woman due to being with him for too long and being considered a member of his crew as a result

The sixth one is Mabelle and she doesn’t have a Devil Fruit either but she does however have the ability to read minds due to being a member of what’s known as the Long Ear Tribe who can read peoples thoughts on command, she also has a voice claim which is Mommy Long Legs from Poppy Playtime which I feel makes sense as Mabelle is basically a doll due to having encased herself in a porcelain shell that she claims is her real body

She comes from a town where Beauty Standards for women are incredibly high so in order to meet them, she’s encased her entire body in porcelain to look absolutely perfect even while she’s just working as a costume maker for the town and a very skilled one at that as her rental costumes are very popular despite that a lot of people find her odd despite her perfect face

She’s shipped with Shanks and Benn Beckmann (occasionally Mihawk) and how she met them is Shanks came into her place one day after being pretty badly injured, he couldn’t go to the hospital because he’s a pirate so he asks her to fix him up which although hesitant. She obliged and stitches up his injuries

He’s grateful but accidentally breaks off a big portion of her face when goes to throw an arm around her in a hug, she screams and runs to the backroom prompting him to follow her. He sees her trying to fix herself and stops her, asks what she’s doing and she explains what’s going on to him only for him to tell her that she doesn’t need any porcelain to look beautiful as even with the little that he can see right now. She looks beautiful

It touches her deeply when he says that and she actually winds up on his ship acting as the mom to Luffy and Uta, one of which has a tendency to eat the porcelain on her body like it’s chocolate. She has a deal going on with them as well where if she doesn’t put anymore porcelain on, they’ll break off a small piece of her shell everyday until she’s exposed but if she does then they get to take everything off of her. It’s part of a thing to help slowly raise her self esteem so she can get out of her porcelain shell

She’s somewhat learned to not read Shanks mind though especially when he’s looking at her as it goes something like this... “Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, Mabelle being pregnant, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, Mabelle being pregnant with Uta, sex, sex, sex, What about pregnant with Luffy? What would that look like?, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, doggy style, sex, sex, sex, wait is that Buggy?, Buggy, Buggy, Buggy”

The seventh one is Ivy and she doesn’t have a Devil Fruit either, she’s a worker in Water 7 where she works as a typical Office Worker who has a semi out there style of fashion due to the fact that she heavily loves the style of Decora Kei but can’t always dress in it, she also decorates her house in purely Dreamcore which makes her feel very relaxed

She’s actually shipped with CP9 as she’s in a relationship with Lucci, Kaku, Kalifa, Jabra, Blueno, and sometimes Kumadori. She met a good number of them while she had been hired to sort out some paperwork for the Galley-La company which heavily put her on edge to the point where she was stressed and didn’t have the energy to get all dressed up like normal

She wound up meeting the undercover agents of CP9 while she was there and even ran into Jabra a few times who was pretending to be a citizen, they actually wound up liking her quite a bit and asked her on a date after a while which made her incredibly ecstatic so on the day of the date, she was running late but eventually showed up in full Decora Kei causing them all to go silent which she assumed was a bad thing until Lucci plucked a pin that looked like a leopard off of her and pinned it to him before offering his arm to her

Of course though, things don’t last forever as the events of Water 7 happen and they all disappear with the destruction of Enies Lobby causing Ivy to think they’re never coming back so she leaves Water 7 and goes to a small island where she becomes a fashion designer for the people living there as they like her style

Eventually she does meet back up with her partners but it’s after they’ve joined CP0 causing them to become extremely possessive of her to the point where it scares her especially when Kaku grabs her arm when she tries to get out of bed in the middle of the night to get some water or when she notices Kalifa stalking her from afar on an outing

Ivy actually does actually have a scenario where she basically gets a bad ending and it’s where a Celestial Dragon takes an interest in her and wants her, she winds up becoming a slave despite pleading with them to save her. They always tried to tell her that they would find a way to get her out of this but she eventually died resenting the people that she once called her partners as “You promised you wouldn’t let anything hurt me, you lied” so now they’re tormented by visions of her in their dreams which are of course Dreamcore

Luckily though that ending never comes as typically they keep her far, far away from their job as CP0 agents

The eighth one that I have currently is Saffron who also doesn’t have a Devil Fruit and isn’t really anything all that special beyond being a college student whose trying to make ends meet by babysitting the young child of Doflamingo and Crocodile while they’re busy taking care of other things as those two pay good money despite being absolutely terrifying people

Saffron is currently shipped with King, Queen, Jack, Black Maria, Who’s Who, Page One, Ulti, and Sasaki who wound up infuriated by her existence at first as they wanted to babysit the kid due to Kaido absolutely adoring the child but after meeting the babysitter, they almost immediately fell in love as she was a great person to the kid and answered every question that they had when they popped out of nowhere to test her

Eventually when it came time to leave, Saffron kissed the kids forehead and left only to be stopped by King who tried to propose to her causing a great deal of shock that only grew greater when everyone else stepped in wanting to marry her as well only to culminate in a giant fight between all of them 

Saffron took the opportunity to escape and ran off only to get a call a few weeks later saying that Doflamingo wanted her to babysit again because his daughter missed her, she tried to decline but he told her that she didn’t have a choice and he’d see her at 7 so she showed up and put the kid to bed an hour later before trying to hide in the bathroom only to be found

Cue being forced to marry a group of extremely dangerous people as they had all come to an agreement that they would share her which terrified her especially when they wanted to fill her with their dinosaur eggs (kittens for Who’s Who, Spider Babies for Black Maria, and Mammoth Children for Jack) Doflamingo winds up forcing Saffron to live with them as a live in babysitter although now his daughter has to deal with the fact that she can’t sit on her babysitters lap anymore due to the fact that she’s gotten “fat” when she’s actually very heavily pregnant with multiple eggs

Sometimes Saffron isn’t the babysitter though in scenarios and is actually a camp worker for the local summer camp when Doflamingo’s daughter wants to go there for the summer only for the Beast Pirates to take an interest in Saffron when they come to check on Doffy’s daughter

The very last one is named Willow and she doesn’t have a Devil Fruit either but she is a very talented farmer and forager who can catch fish with her teeth, she lives on an island with no one else but her father who forces her to do literally everything and has killed her hopes and dreams so much that Willow has a tendency to hallucinate an idealized version of herself in the form of an entity known as Witch as Willow wanted to be a witch as her dream

Willow is shipped with Gol D. Roger, Silvers Rayleigh, Scopper Gaban, Portgas D. Rouge, and Shakky and how she met them is that the ship had completely run out of food and they couldn’t catch anything as they didn’t have anything to use for bait other than hoping that something would bite Shanks or Buggy if they hung them off a hook but that idea was quickly off the table

In comes this island that looks great out in the middle of nowhere and it seems like they’re saved as someone spots a small farm on the island that looks abandoned but still growing food, they B-Line for the island and the crew immediately starts taking items for the ship only to be confronted by an annoyed Willow wielding a metal rake

They explain themselves and she allows them to take some food as long as they don’t touch anything from a certain part, it’s all happy and the harvest continues as Willow watches them occasionally making conversation with the women who ask about her injuries only for Willow to let it slip that her dad hurts her

Commence kidnapping as she’s thrown over Roger’s shoulder and claimed to be the crew wife much to her surprise, she watches as the Pirates take the rest of the food that she asked them not to and they sail off with her as their prisoner according to her when she’s legitimately Roger’s newest spouse

Sometimes in the scenario where they meet Willow, she’s actually seen right off the bat and Roger is immediately infatuated with her to the point where he asks Buggy and Shanks if they want another Mom and when they agree. He tells them to go to Willow and act like she’s their Mom which they do as they ask her to prove which one is colder the north or South Pole which confuses her especially when they call her Mom when she says she doesn’t know, they call out for Roger when she starts acting strange according to them and Roger pretends that she’s been his S/O for years allowing for an easy kidnapping

Ok, I feel better having talked about all of them like that... Sorry for going on this long ass tirade about my OC’s, I truly just wanted to talk about them and make myself feel better after realizing that Pony Town is shit for meeting new people a lot of the time...

I do have other crushes like Dalton, Caesar Clown, Eustass Kid, and others but I don’t have OC’s for them so I’ll talk about them another time... Maybe... Probably... Who knows...

[helpfandom]

Fanfiction Idea:

Reader who is sad in Arkham and nice to all of them wins over the hearts of the rouges gallery. Would likely be TAS version, but I think I have a good grip on most of the villains, but I would like to know if this is something I should do or not.

[sonic-x-reader]

could you make yandere rouge?

👁👅👁

Shes bossy

She also loves embarrassing you

She loves seeing you in red/pink

She'll shove your face in her tits to get you all blushy

She's also really controlling

Like everything you do she has to know about

You wanna go talk with some friends? Well, she has to approve it

She loves drawing on your arms

F/i [First Initial] L/i [Last Initial] & RB 4Eva <3

She loves drawing hears all over your body

You better have your attention on her 24/7

Or she's going to start throwing a fit

She loves PDA

She wants to hold your hand, touch your thigh, waist, shoulder

She loves demeaning you too

Wants to step on you

Though she would live if you don't want to do it

[recreationalfanfics]

Yandere! Roman Sionis x Reader

Note: I have a huge crush on Roman Sionis (not the BoP version) so I wanted to try my hand at writing him <3 Also, I am going with the version where he can take the mask off.

Roman Sionis was a lot of things.

He was a trust fund kid who relied on daddy’s money all his life until he decided to take that money for himself.

He was a horrible business man so he turned into a mob boss, you know, as you do.

He was a whack job who had a sick and twisted obsession with you and was currently holding you captive.

But you honestly think that the worst part about him was that he was incredibly snarky and condescending. To you at least, his countless victims would most likely complain about his sadistic and brutal torture methods, but you doubt that you’d ever experience that for yourself. Mostly because Roman knew how to psychologically torture people in other ways.

“There we go, don’t you feel all pretty now?” He hummed, tilting his masked face and speaking in a way that made you know he was smirking. 

The scene is tense for everyone. His gangsters stand behind the other tailors who are sobbing quietly as they sit on one knee, you can feel the uneasiness of the two tailors behind you as they silently pray and beg repentance for every sin they’ve committed, but what makes it worse is that all eyes are on you. You want to avoid speaking, one of Roman’s favorite pastimes is to find a way to misinterpret your words on purpose so he could have an excuse to kill someone, to guilt you into thinking that you were the one who condemned them to death despite him pulling the trigger. You feel your stomach churn, knowing that someone was going to die for Roman’s own amusement, and he knew it too.

“C’mon, give Daddy a twirl, yeah?” He hums. 

Daddy.

You scrunch your nose in disgust. You absolutely hated it when he called himself that, it made you want to shrink into yourself, and rip your ears off so you’d never have to hear him say it again. He probably knew you hated it too, guessing by the way he chuckled at your incredibly obvious reaction, and it’s probably the only reason why he says it. Still, you do as he says because you have no choice and try to twirl for him enthusiastically. The last time you tried to be nonchalant about a gift as a form of subtle protest was when you were getting fitted for a ring, that resulted in one person losing their life and the employees getting all of their ring fingers cut off, and you know what Roman said to justify/blame it on you?

“You deserve only the best, sweetheart. If they can’t give it to you, then I don’t think they should be alive.”

Maybe in another life, where you were an equally depraved criminal, you would’ve found his words to be genuine and sweet. However, you knew that Roman Sionis was incapable of being genuine and sweet, and that this was another one of his mind games. A warning for future reference that if you wanna try and resist him, even in the most tiniest and insignificant ways, he will not stand for it. 

“Absolutely stunning.” He praises, standing up to walk towards you. 

You resist the urge to step away from him, no matter how strong it may be, because you know that’s another way to get someone killed. Instead you stand there, obediently like the good spouse you were, and don’t flinch when he brings a gloved hand to the diamond necklace around your neck.

“But you know me, I’m a sucker for you wearing anything expensive,” He says, almost in a tender tone as if there was some truth to his words, but you don’t think about that. Instead, you think about his next sentence:

“What do you think about it?”

You gulp and you look up at him, your eyes silently begging him not to do this to you. Not to make you have to stand outside the shop as you hear gunshots and crying, shamelessly throwing his arm around you with small droplets of blood decorating his nice white suit, and leaving you lying away from his body as your haunted by what you could have done differently even if you knew Roman wouldn’t have let you. His dark eyes stare back at you with nothing but a mischievous glee and you were on higher alert than ever.

“I love it!” You say, forcing your best smile and cheery tone.

He fidgets with your necklace between his fingers, his eyes now studying the way the diamond sparkles rather than your incredibly unconvincing expression, and he just says: “Yeah? That right?”

 Still, you nod eagerly and continue to try and guess what he wants to hear: “Yeah, it looks really good on me, I think! I really like the style, a-and the material, and the uh-” You lose your train of thought as he slowly lets go of the diamond hanging from the sterling silver chain, letting it fall back down to your chest as he slowly starts to walk behind you, and the goosebumps start to rise on your skin. You didn’t like this, you didn’t like this at all, but you still tried your best to keep going, “the, um, the color is nice.”

“The color, hm?” He mumbles, his hands gently massaging your shoulders as he lowers his mouth (or where it’s supposed to be) next to your ear, “You sure about the color, sweet thing?”

You nod your head again, giving a shrill “mhm!” because your words are dying in your throat. You hated it when he got too close like this, it made you nervous, and you wanted him to get away from you. You wanted to push him off, to scream and run, but you also knew you couldn’t do that. His silence made the very blood in your veins run cold but set your mind on fire as you were trying to figure out how to salvage this already doomed moment. 

“Really? Because you hate this color.” Roman states, his hands moving from your shoulders to your waist.

Someone’s sobs become a little louder than the rest and when Roman turns his head to look at them, you quickly turn around to face him again and put your hands on his chest. It does what you intended it to do because his eyes are back on you.

“I changed my mind!” 

“Nah, I don’t think you did. If I recall, you absolutely hate this color because it reminds you of me.”

There’s an edge to his voice now, a petty “gotcha” kind of one. He wasn’t wrong, though, because he tried to give you something in the same horrendous color early on when he abducted you and you blew him off. Saying how you wouldn’t want something so gross and so…him. You gulp, realizing two things: 1. Roman had an excellent memory regarding you and 2. You just lied to his face. 

And he hated it even more when you lied.

You stammer out apologies and excuses, anything that could help the situation but he steps away from you before taking out his concealed gun. One of the workers lets out a fearful cry and tries to back away but one his False Facers comes and grabs them by their shoulders, walking closer towards Roman despite the fearful protest of the poor innocent civilian. They were going to be the first one to die.

“I mean, c’mon, none of ya had the decency to look at how unhappy they were when they saw the color? None of you guys stopped to ask them what was wrong and fix it and put a smile on their precious little face?” He shakes his head as he loads his weapon. They beg for their lives as you try to plead with the devil himself.

“Roman, please, they probably didn’t want to go against you! Th-They knew that you knew best and I- I promise I love this color-” 

You sound so pathetic, yipping at the big dog not to use his fangs, but you had no power here. No one did except for Roman Sionis, a man who never did anything other than to get more power for himself and to make others miserable, even the one he claimed to love the most. 

Then it hits you.

Your body reacts faster than your mind as you take the fleeting opportunity to have one hand grab his mask and the other to grab his tie. Not even Roman was aware of what was happening as he tensed up the moment he felt your lips against his. You gripped the mask tightly in your free hand as you kept a strong hold on his tie, even pulling him closer towards you as if you were trying to chain him to you. As if forcing yourself to do this usually romantic and loving act is enough to break his need for blood. And it does.

Once Roman understands what’s going on, he drops his gun and cups your face with his hands as he kisses you back. Tilting his head to the side to deepen it and his body relaxes. You might not see it but you cloud your mind completely. His eyes stay open for a while as he sees one beautiful tear stream down your cheek before they go half lidded and he surrenders himself to this bliss.

You’re making his heart do the thing again.  You did it to him the first time he met you, then you did it the second time, then so on and so forth, and here you go doing it again to him. You wonder why he’s so addicted to you, don’t worry, he does too. He wonders why he bothers with such an ungrateful little brat who doesn’t appreciate his gestures and only pays attention to the crimson that stains his hands, why he bothers with someone who sleeps on the farthest part of their bed as if Roman was some horrible monster they didn’t want to touch, but it’s times like this that he remembers why. It’s because you were the only one who could make him feel this way, who could give him a taste of what love felt like, but also made him feel so powerful when you did stuff like this as a last resort.He pulls away for air, your lips chase after him despite being out of breath as well to try and buy a little more time, but he’s just gonna tease you later and ask if he was just that damn good of a kisser. 

Roman stares at you again, this time really looking at you, and his hands still cup your face gently. His pants softly under his breath as one thumb from his hand gently caresses your cheek. You stare at him with hopeful eyes and while he does love keeping you at the bottom of his heel and remind you whose in charge…he figures that this time it wouldn’t hurt to let you have your way.

“On second thought, boys,” He starts and he loves the way you edge closer to him unintentionally, “...Let ‘em go, they can be off the hook. This time.”

You let out a breath of relief but then shyly hand Roman back his mask, your hand letting go of his tie and wrapping your arm around his. As he puts on his mask, he relishes in the feeling of you resting your head on his shoulder and being more affectionate with him. Maybe you were so relieved that you managed to get through to him or maybe you were just exhausted with everything that went down but you fall asleep on his shoulder during the ride home and when he’s done admiring the sight, he gently puts his head on top of yours.

[lonleydweller]

Hi Dwell!

May I request a yandere platonic Arkham asylum or knight scarecrow with a fem teen, who he views as a daughter but she is not biologically related to him?

And that she scarily gets mistaken by people that she's his biological daughter

(can this relate to the teen protege request I sent ages ago? 🥺)

Please and thank you!(⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

~🎃Anonn

🥀Platonic Yandere Scarecrow with adopted teen🥀

I did this gender neutral, writing female readers makes me kinda uncomfortable! Hope you don't mind

!Warnings!: yandere tropes, overprotective behavior, controlling behavior, murder of loved ones, threats of violence

Yanderes are OK in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not example of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. This is for entertainment purposes

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● It was inevitable that he'd develop some sort of parental attachment with having you around all the time. Originally you were more a tool to him than family. Sure he cared about keeping you alive and safe, but that's because he wanted to carry on his schemes once he was gone. Over time however he bonded with you more.

● Wether it's over fear toxin, books, pyshcology, or some other shared interest, or maybe simply you being there, he starts to try and properly connect with you. Feeding more into your own independent interests, doing activities with you other than work, maybe even throwing in a "how are you?" once in awhile.

● Slowly he starts to feel comfortable enough to let his close friends or allies around you, such as Harley or Edward, people he knows won't bother to do any harm to you. Even then he's always there monitoring the interactions, in the end they're all still villians after all.

● Slowly the other rouges, his henchmen, and militia start to make comments. Whether it be you look like him, you sound like him, you talk like him, act like him, or comparing you to him in some way. Some start to assume you're his biological kid.

● He makes note of this. At first he'll disclaim that you aren't blood related.. but after awhile he dosen't bother to say anything. You're his kid regardless whether or not you two share blood. That's set in stone.

● He starts to get more protective however. Even more so than before. More tight security, surveillance, militia escorting you, and being kept inside more often.

● After all, what kind of father would he be if you got hurt? Anything could happen, a thug on the street, a villian, a freak accident, or even batman.

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[spaceless-vacuum]

I'm watching Megan, that new movie about the android that winds up killing for her user and now I have So Many Ideas for the chain. Modern day user with a gaggle of robots built to be companion who get a little too attached and sevwral 'bugs' in their program.

[a-weird-writer]

Ever wondered if Yandere Guy would even hurt or kill Milim and Ramiris if they’d ever try to free or take his darling away?

No,

I can see a Yandere Guy Crimson potentially 'harming' them solely as an unavoidable necessity, with no choice stepping in a bit further off the rails than he would've originally liked, since Guy uses intimidation and displays of violence to exercise demonic authority in front/on colleagues no problem.

However, I sincerely doubt he'd go as far as to kill Milim Nava and/or Ramiris.

Guy prefers no harm upon his interests, those who earn his favor, and share quality history hand in hand. Important kinships and friendships are critical in his dark line of business, same for others underneath him in title. Even a Demon Lord as powerful as Guy Crimson recognizes the importance of companionship, and organized faith in allies.

As a callously distant and pretty cold-hearted Demon Lord, Guy's relationships are valued fairly deeply. Guy genuinely likes Milim Nava and Ramiris for reasons buried deeper than the chaos he scorches upon unfortunate kingdoms, victims unlucky enough to summon him. Guy will go out of his way to protect them if need be, and likewise for them in turn. If Guy did-or well, tried to-catastrophic results would occur. Results he is very aware will happen;

It'd wage war.

But there is a scary trait about Guy, he is incredibly smart. Inhumanly so. Enough to find methods around worst-case scenarios, and situations that may or may not involve outside parties. To prepare, think ahead: so these specific events don't and won't ever happen. Although Guy likes occasionally dancing around fate and test the thin line of how steep a person's determination runs, he isn't childish anywhere near enough to go out and provoke another Demon Lord-a close friend especially-lacking legitimate thought or reason.

Guy is a canon-stated "natural-born leader", a country-destroying conqueror. Intelligent, greatly resourceful, strong sufficient in seeking means to effectively kill and/or avoid minor and major retaliation.

Guy prides the fact his head keeps high and mighty even in the grimmest situations, and most dire events. What is a king, or in this case a 'Demon Lord', if not arrogant?

Assuming Milim Nava or Ramiris prove good reason to directly interfere in whatever Guy does to his lover, Guy knows them enough to say all the correct things to calm their ire; plant reasonable doubts, shoot down solutions that line up incorrectly with his own without sounding threatening, condescending.

He's in Milim's head enough to know how to carefully spin it on her rear-end, like a simple game of tag or an inferior test of strength, make it seem so the sudden change in perspective was all her idea, an idea that turned out to be nothing, at worst boring. Useless, unworthy of her time. Milim is tough and crafty, but around those she truly trusts Milim flips childishly naive under the right circumstances, where her guard isn't up. She gets played like a fiddle if she doesn't maintain deep enough doubt, and Guy is no stranger to manipulation and emotional control-as unnecessary as he finds it most of the time.

Careful to keep surface tension from breaking, anchoring his feet and drowning him in the water. He treats these situations as normally and cautiously as he usually does in any heavy-weighted meeting; for the sake of his friendships and kicking any problems to the edge of the cliff, kept bare minimum. While Guy seems reckless on the surface, in reality it's mere façade. He's just careless in his pursuit of never-ending satisfaction and entertainment.

Imagine how Guy Crimson gets for things he does actually care for, like Milim and Ramiris.

Like you.

Excellent men of strategy know how to piece together unpredictable plans, expect the unexpected, hide from plain view of their opposers and heroes alike. And Guy will prepare everything, secure everyone he can to ensure everything is perfect as intended to be. On the rare occasion, he has the allies and plenty of powerful himself to back him up should anything suddenly turn against him.

[rae-raewrites]

Could i request hcs of a yandere arkham aslyum Riddler with a psychiatrist darling?

Anon this like the best request requirements like, yes! Psychologist s/o! Yes all the way!

(Gotta use an assault on Arkham gif for this one because the green bean doesn’t show up physically in game🥲)

Arkham asylum riddler yandere hcs

Warning: yandere behavior,kidnapping,possessiveness,stalking,gaslighting,forced closeness,mentions of death

He doesn’t bat an eye when he hears through the Arkham grapevine that he’s being transferred over to another psychiatrist,he’s probably the patient with a record of making the most many doctors quit due to becoming a “problem”

But then he gets taken to your office by arkham security and gets the surprise of his life,a clean newly decorated office. A newbie? Now? With him?

Was sharp trying to get you killed? Was he the entry test?

But then he actually meets your bright smiling face and he’s enamored.

An extremely intelligent graduate fresh out of GSU.

His first session with you starts off with him testing the waters like he does with all his previous psychiatrists. When you actually guess one of his riddles right he genuinely feels his heart skip.

After that session he starts actually being excited about going to see you now. Wanting to see how far that intelligence goes. He also asks one of his informants on the outside to run some checks,your rather interesting aren’t you?

That’s when his possessive qualities start to strike out. Trying to extend his time with you past your allotted hour,he starts scaring the guards to leave him be with you a little longer.

You’re convinced he’s getting better

Of course when you find a book of riddles all scribbled in on your desk,that you know you didn’t put there,you get concerned.

Your next session you bring it up but he just sits their smirking playing innocent.

“Now why would I be out of my cell? That’s definitely against the rules,after all, you said I’m getting better aren’t I?”

A few days later one of your patients ends up dead. zsasz somehow got his hands on a knife. And then another death,and another,and another.

Arkham upper management sure as hell doesn’t give a crap to look at your concerns

Which leaves you all to him. The other rouges backing off a while ago of course

Your sessions at this point getting increasingly more intense. You mention Batman’s name once and he’s enraged.

“Keep that slimy cheater out of your mouth!”

So call it a surprise one night when you’re getting ready to go home and there he is,sitting on your desk with everything. His costume,his cane,everything.

“Hi diddle diddle,time for a riddle~”

Let’s just say the next few months are not well….

Constantly flirting,manipulating and testing his way with you becomes the regular occurrence for a couple of months. Making you come with for crimes,constantly sneaking pecks on the cheek all while he’s got a firm eye on you. Finally you and him outside of that hell hole! Now you don’t have to wait to have a session with him!

Of course the threat of everything you love being ended is always on the table,he’s made elaborate traps dear,he isn’t afraid to hook anyone you love up in them

At one point he kissed you so deep you accidentally moaned. He was practically ecstatic for hours!

“Edward I didn’t mean…..!” “No no my dear I understand well. My genius is rather attractive isn’t it?~

The only reason it took the detective so long was because Edward kept leaving clues that lead to nothing,he eventually got too cocky leading him to go back to Arkham.

By this point you left your dream job,your degree a danger now but unable to move out of Gotham now due to gcpd witness protection. Batman promising he wasn’t coming back.

However a few months later your freedom certainly doesn’t last as you come home to find a riddle on your bed.