#~●♡●~kits yandere~●♡●~

[loving-puppy]

Desperate for attention and too proud to beg, gonna cry and scratch at the walls of my enclosure-

[puppy-desperately-in-love]

It's so confusing....why do I love you? Not that you're unlovable....because fuck you're all I think about. The air in my lungs and the beating of my heart, it's yours. I can go on for days for the things I love about you. But why you? You could do anything to me, anything at all. And I would just....let you. Like a beaten puppy who doesn't know how to give up. I'm sure there are plenty of people like you....but they're not you. Why did my brain choose to love you? I suppose it doesn't matter.....I won't be stopping anyway.

[mirai-lunar]

Girl I LOVE your fic <3 I love how different the reader is depending on the variant and I would love to read a part 2 with some of the other variants that you didn't do yet!

Good idea ♡ I also plan to write more about the previous variants in the near future, so this will be like a bonus chapter.

(Bonus) Invincible Variants X Fem! Reader

Includes: Masked Mark, Veil Invincible (Shiesty Mark), Unmasked Mark, Viltrum Mark

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: Dark Content, Violence, Yandere Behavior

Masked Mark

This Invincible was sorrowful. 

“Oh no, how horrible…”

You stood in your kitchen, a small knife in hand. 

You had originally been chopping up some ingredients, but your eyes were now glued to your Tv, watching recaps of the chaos that unfolded over the world. 

As you focused your attention back to chopping, the sound of a window opening caused you to jolt. 

You quickly caught your breath, before wincing in pain soon after. Your knife had sliced through your hand in the spur of the moment. 

But you couldn’t worry about that now. Someone was breaking in.

You crouched low, hiding behind a table. 

Heavy footsteps could be heard, and you clutched the knife to your chest. When the footsteps were close and had stopped, you decided this was your time to act. 

You quickly leapt out from your hiding spot, ready to stab whoever you saw. But to your surprise, no one was there.

That is, until you looked up.

Someone was floating in the air above you, and was looking directly at you.

You gasped, and the person put their hands out.

“It’s okay! I won’t hurt you!” He said. 

He was wearing black and blue, and his mask completely covered his face. His voice didn’t seem to hold any ill intent, but then again, he had just broken into your home.

You recognized who he was, and you now knew your situation was dire.

“You’re… one of those Invincible Imitators on the news…” You whispered, taking a step back.

“Y/n, I promise I won’t hurt-”

“How the hell do you know my name!?” You snapped. As he moved closer, you outstretched the knife in your hand, your eyes narrowed. “Stay. Back.”  

To your surprise, he stopped moving towards you, his once outstretched hands falling to his side. The only distance between you two now was your arm’s length.

“...You’re hurt,” he murmured.

You had completely forgotten about the cut on your hand. The dripping blood had now accumulated into a tiny puddle just below your feet. 

He then turned away, making a beeline for your bathroom. This left you confused, until he returned with your first aid kit in hand. 

“I’ll explain everything, but please, let me help with that.”

 …

Your instincts were screaming at you to fight, but you had seen what one of these guys could do to an entire city. So you instead lowered the knife on the table.

He washed the blood off your hands, cleaning the area as he spoke to you. 

“I know your name because… I know you. When you were alive in my world, we loved each other.”

What? 

“Some terrible things happened. I lost mom and then you… I couldn’t handle it,” he explained. He sounded so… troubled. You winced as he applied ointment, and he quickly apologized. “But I was given a second chance here. I could save you, I could save her…”

He now wrapped your hand in a bandage. Once it was firmly secured, his hand gently grazed across yours, before looking up at you.

“I didn’t want to be a monster, but I had to be. For mom, and for you.”

He didn’t seem sadistic, or even cocky. He was just… sad. You almost felt sorry for him. 

Almost. 

You snatched your now bandaged hand away from him. Your eyes looked directly into his goggles, the sound of pure hatred in your voice. 

“I could never love you.”

That completely shattered his heart.

“Y/n… please don’t say that...” he whispered. It sounded like he was on the verge of tears. 

Great, now you felt like a monster.

You looked away, a pang of regret on your face. As he spoke again you looked back at him.

“We can talk more later.” His hand locked around your wrist, and your heart dropped. “I found you, but I still need to find mom.”

“I can’t go with you,” you said, trying to pull away from his grip. He was not letting go. “This isn’t right. You can’t just take what you want.” 

“I don’t know if the others know about you, so it isn’t safe to stay here-” 

“Let, go of me,” you said. Your free hand reached for your knife, before ramming the weapon into his arm. The knife immediately snapped on impact, breaking itself but not his skin. You cursed aloud and tried to pry his hand off you, but he only pulled you into a gentle hug, now locking both your hands to your side. “Let go!!!”

You kept screaming and he frowned. Your yelling would only bring more attention to the two of you once he left the house. 

“Y/n, please.”

“No!! No!!! You can’t-”

You then felt a sudden pain on the side of your neck, your vision instantly blurring. Your cries for help had ceased, and your body now went limp in his arms. His swift attack had knocked you completely out.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered. Seeing you unresponsive made him immediately regret his actions. “I had to...”

He held you close for a bit, before once again making his way towards the window. 

“I’ll change my ways, I promise. But for now, I have to be this monster.”

Veil Invincible

“Find me a good interview. Or today will be your last, Y/n.”

His variant was arrogant. 

As you sat in the backseat of the news van, your boss’s words lingered in your head. This was an ultimatum. If you didn’t get a good interview before the end of the day, then your dream of being a reporter was over. 

You needed to find someone worth interviewing, and that’s when you saw him. 

He was clad in blue and yellow, and had a mask that fell down his face, similar to a veil. Only one thought shot through your mind. 

Invincible! Bingo. 

“Stop the car!” You exclaimed. 

The driver barely had time to slam on the brakes before you pulled the door open. As you hopped out, you noticed that civilians ran past you in fear. You calmed yourself before running towards the destruction, slowly making your way closer to the hero. 

He wiped the bottom of his face, taunting those who he had just beaten.

“Is this the best you’ve got? Come on, I’ve barely broken a sweat!” 

“Excuse me! Excuse me! Mister Invincible!” 

He turned to the sound of the voice, noticing that your calls were specifically directed at him. You were in a tailored suit, and was dangling off a somewhat large piece of rubble. 

It seems you attempted to climb over that rubble to get to him?

You then abruptly let go, dropping just a bit before landing on your butt. It took some time, but you eventually picked yourself up, dusted off your suit, and quickly made your way towards him. 

What the fuck was he seeing?

Were you going to fight him? No, it wasn’t that. You just looked determined. 

He dropped his fighting pose, before resting both hands on his hips.

Now he had to know what you wanted. 

You mentally prepared yourself as you now stood right in front of him.

“Hello Mr. Invincible!” You happily said. Your eyes sparkled, and he was genuinely confused. Shouldn’t you be running away?

“....Uh, Hello?”

“Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” You said. 

He looked you over, noticing you were wearing an earpiece and holding a microphone in your hands. 

Oh, so you were a reporter. That explains the outfit. 

He turned away from you before throwing up a hand, waving you off. 

“Sorry lady, you’ve got the wrong guy.”

“...O..oh..”

That left you embarrassed.

You remained in place for a bit, eyes focused to the ground.

“But, you answered when I called…” you murmured, clutching your microphone. “I thought you were him…?”

Maybe your boss was right. You weren’t cut out for this. The weight of constant failure was becoming too much.  

You thanked him for his time, tears spilling down your face as you turned away. 

“Wait wait… You just can’t go off crying without telling me what’s wrong,” he said, a sigh leaving his lips. You hesitated, your back still faced away from him as he continued to speak. “Go on.”

“I need an interview.” You were embarrassed that you were even mentioning this. You quickly wiped your face. “Or my boss will fire me today.”

“Now that’s fucked! You seem to be doing a good job in my opinion,” he said. The fact that you were out here without a care for your safety was amusing to him. You quietly thanked him. “Seems like you really need that interview. I’ve got time.”

You spun around to face him, your eyes now lit up. 

“Really? Thank you so much Mr. Invincible!” 

He held back laughter. Where did all the tears go?

You looked to your left and noticed your camera crew in the distance. You happily waved them over, but to your surprise they seemed… panicked?

“What’s wrong? Guys, I’m over here!!” You yelled. Now he was laughing as he spoke.

“I’ll bring you over to them.” 

He then lifted you into his arms, before flying you to where your camera crew was. As he set you down, you encouraged your camera crew to set up, and they quickly did so upon seeing the cracking knuckles of a certain Invincible. 

Once you were given the all clear you began your interview.

“Hello everyone! This is Y/n L/n, and I am joined today with our hero, Mr. Invincible! Now, Mr. Invincible, what are your opinions on the current catastrophe?” 

“Well, I’d say this place was definitely overdue for a remodeling.” 

You laughed at his silly joke, but your camera crew were dying inside.

“-But as long as I can fight someone, I’ll keep fighting, no matter what,” he said. You smiled at him.

“I applaud your tenacity! Have your recent battles been tough?” You asked.

“Some yes, most no. But this world does have a lot to offer.” 

“I see. Anything else you’d like to say before we sign off?”

He waved to the camera. 

“Stay safe out there! You never know who you’re dealing with. Or talking to!”

As the cameras shut off and your camera crew ran for their lives, you thanked him profusely. You were ecstatic to finally get an interview, and from Invincible no less!

“I’m sorry for taking up your time, especially with so much going on…” you murmured. “But I truly appreciate it.”

“No prob. You did a good job out there, lady.” He said as he leaned in. You leaned in as well and pecked the side of his face, him freezing in place at the sudden kiss. 

“My name is Y/n, Mr. Invincible.”

“...Fuck- Do you kiss every person you interview?”

“Nope, you’re the first.” 

He then pulled you close, and the two of you shared a passionate kiss…

In the midst of total chaos. 

As you both pulled away, you were on cloud nine. You silently thanked your camera crew for not being here to see this. 

“You mind if I speak with your boss? I need to let him know how much of a mistake it is to fire you,” he said.

Now Invincible was going to speak to your boss on your behalf? Your day just kept getting better!

“I don’t mind at all!” You happily said. You handed him a card specific to your news station and he browsed over the address. “Feel free to visit anytime!”

“How about we both go together right now? It’ll be faster.”

“Oh! Okay then!”

He lifted you into his arms, and you happily wrapped your arms around his neck. As he took off into the sky, you smiled brightly.

Today was a perfect day.

Unmasked Mark 

*Note: This variant's love for you is purely platonic.

This variant was quiet. 

You were one of his closest friends, so he had to do this.

Your left hand wiped across your face, noticing the alarming amount of red that now painted your fingers. 

It was blood. But it wasn’t yours. 

You slowly turned to your left, seeing a person clad in yellow and blue. His face was completely visible, and he was crouched low, his eyes focused on his latest victim. Or more like what was left of them.

Your fiancé. 

The body was unrecognizable. This monster had left your lover in a mangled mess. 

As he stood, he was drenched in blood. You covered your mouth and turned away, trying to prevent yourself from vomiting up your insides. 

“Oh God, this can’t be happening…” 

He flicked the blood off his hands, but didn’t bother with the splatters of blood across his face. He held a look of disdain, his eyes focused on what was once your fiancé. When he looked at you though, his eyes softened.

He didn’t say anything. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“Why…?” You whispered. Tears spilled from your face. “He’s not dead. He can’t be…”

“...”

“What the hell is wrong with you!” You screamed. “He was my fiancé!! I loved him!!”

He looked away, his gaze now focused to the left of him.

Your response to this situation was justified. But he really hated that guy. Your fiancé had murdered you in a fit of rage in his world. 

So if he killed him now, you wouldn’t have to worry about that. It seemed to be the most logical thing to do. 

He was certain you would find someone else. 

“...I’m sorry,” he murmured. He wasn’t remorseful of his actions in the slightest. But he did feel bad you witnessed that. 

Maybe he should have waited a little longer to kill him.

Your eyes widened at his response. 

“You’re apologizing? That’s all you have to say?!”

His hands were clasped just below his stomach, listening attentively to you. In any other situation you would have sworn he wouldn’t hurt a fly, but you had just seen him violently slam your lover’s head in. 

“Say something!” You choked out, tears now pouring from your eyes. You couldn’t muster the courage to look at your other half anymore, already scarred for life. 

So you just cried aloud, covering your bloodied face with your hands. You just wanted this all to end. 

When you felt a hand on your shoulder, your body froze in place. You were too frightened to keep crying, let alone look up. His words were haunting. 

“You can be with someone else… I won’t kill them.” 

Not unless he had to. 

He didn’t know if that was the right thing to say at the moment, but he meant it. He ultimately felt responsible for your death in his world.

And he would not let that happen again. 

You pushed away from him, running into the night. The sidewalks were dimly lit, and the faint smell of smoke filled the burning city. Your screams for help were drowned out by the sounds of wailing sirens. 

He stayed in place for a while, looking up to the starry night above.

Hopefully you’ll forgive him.

He then took to the skies, his eyes scanning the world below. He needed to keep track of you. When he spotted your running form in the distance, he moved down to speak. 

“I can take you home.”

“Stay away from me!!” You screamed, clutching your head. Why was he still here? Did he enjoy seeing you suffer?

“Y/n…”

“Shut up!! Shut up!!!” 

You then veered away from him, running into the streets. You were too in your head, and the only thing that caught your attention was the blaring sound of a large vehicle. You stared ahead into the blinding light, before happily sighing, grateful that you’d be joining your lover soon. 

Or so you thought. 

In an instant, he stood in front of you, hand outstretched. 

The truck slammed into him, the entirety of its front crushing in from the intense pressure. Your eyes watched in horror as the once speeding vehicle was now forced to a complete stop. The front lights flickered on and off, giving you glimpses of the now dead passengers.   

He was completely unharmed. He then turned, his eyes focused on you.

“Let me take you home. It’s safe there.”

He gently lifted you into his arms, and you silently sobbed. You didn’t want to go. Not with him. 

Death... The only thing that ever followed him was death…

Viltrum Mark

This variant was serious.

“Get dressed. We’re leaving.”

You peeked your head out from behind the dark shower curtain, raising a brow. 

This guy had barged into your home (and your bathroom) completely unannounced, then told you that you were leaving? Who was this guy?

“Let me guess, Cecil sent you?” You asked, looking him over. He was dressed in a white and grey uniform. When he replied with a ‘No’, you laughed. “Okay then, who did?”

“I am here on my own accord.”

You couldn’t help but smile, despite him maintaining that cold gaze. 

“Could you have at least waited until I was done showering?”

…

You then pulled your head back behind the shower curtain, shutting off the water. 

“Give me a minute to get dressed. We’ll talk then.” 

He now stood against the wall outside your bathroom door. Once you finished putting on some clothes you opened the door and walked past him, before sitting comfortably at a desk in your room. 

You maintained some distance, and silence soon followed. 

“Okay, who are you?” You asked. His gaze felt like it was burning a hole through your head. “Have we met? If I pissed you off somehow then I apologize-”

“I’m your husband.” He calmly stated. Oh…? “We will be returning back to my world together.”

….What?

You remained quiet, noticing the serious look in his eyes. 

“Really?” you asked, resting your chin on your hand. “I don’t recall marrying you, or anyone else for that matter… Are you sure you’ve got the right person?” 

“I am sure, Y/n.”

“You know my name…” you said, smiling a little. So what? A lot of people knew your name. “What’s yours? Oh husband of mine~”

He internally sighed. You rarely took things seriously. How he fell in love with you, he’d never know.

“We’ll talk later. Gather some personal belongings. We will not be returning.”

You frowned at his words.

“What if I don’t want to go?” You asked him.

“You don’t have a choice.”

“I figured you’d say that.”

You then lifted a finger, and every piece of furniture in your room slammed into him within an instant.

Yes, you had powers. But you were sure he probably knew that. 

You quickly stood and waited for the smoke to clear. Once it did, you noticed that he was still standing in the same place, calmly waving the dust in the air away. 

“That little attack of yours accomplished nothing,” He stated. He then crossed his arms, before he sent you a small smile. “Want to try again?” 

Great.

You immediately flew out of your open window, your mind racing.

“Of course he’s superpowered. Why did he have to be superpowered?” You murmured. You looked behind yourself for a split second, and to your horror he was right on your heels. His outward expression was calm as he followed you. While you were fearful, he was in a good mood. 

He hadn’t chased you in a while. 

You zigzagged through the air, narrowly avoiding his attempts to grab you. Each of his grabs were calculated, and your window of error was becoming too small. One attempt of his was enough to graze your ankle, and your blood went cold. 

Dammit.

You were out of breath. As you looked up at him though, you noticed that he had barely broken a sweat. 

A small smile was on his lips as he stayed suspended in midair, no longer bothering to chase you. The two of you were apart as you also remained in the air, weighing your options.

You couldn’t keep flying around like this. Your powers heavily sapped at your strength-

“If you had just followed orders,” he told you. “You wouldn’t be in this situation Y/n.”

Smug bastard.

You then shot off higher into the air. As he closed the distance, you spun around to face him, before extending both of your hands. You used every ounce of power you had left. This forced him to a complete halt, his movements freezing in midair.

You were gasping now, attempting to catch your breath. Thankfully, he still wasn’t moving. You waited a few moments, before talking to him. 

“God, what are you made of?” You asked him. “I used everything to stop you. It felt like stopping a mountain.”

“...”

“You can still talk, you know,” you lightly teased him. You moved closer to get a better look at him. “However, you won’t be able to move for a while.” 

He then immediately moved towards you, and your heart dropped. The smile on your face was gone in an instant, now replaced with pure disbelief. 

“...How?” You whispered. No one, and you mean no one got out of your hold once you stopped them.

“You never stopped me,” he stated, now centimeters away from your face. “I am aware of how your powers work.” 

So he was pretending you stopped him? Lovely.

“I see…” You murmured. Well, it was over for you. You were completely out of strength, and would fall out of the sky any second now.

As if he knew, he wrapped both arms around you, holding you up. 

You sighed bitterly before speaking. 

“Okay then husband-” You felt his lips press against your neck and your heart raced. His hair tickled the side of your face as he leaned in. You then placed your hands in his hair, before attempting to pry him off you. He didn’t budge. “...You won, for now.”

His lips now pressed against your cheek as he spoke.

“I always win,” he murmured. You frowned as he continued, “Especially when I’m with you.”

~

How was this longer than my previous post...?

I've currently written for 9 different variants in total, and my sanity is leaving me. So the number will definitely have to dwindle back down lol.

[yandere-sins]

So, uh, this is actually the Sintember story I did... last year :’D It’s a year and four days old, but I had it rotting for so long. Not gonna tag it because the poor mod on Sintember doesn’t need to see something so long off, but I hope you guys enjoy it nevertheless!

Fandom: Original Content   Pairings: Yandere x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Violence (Implied Abuse, Implied Murder), Stalking, Obsessiveness, Posessiveness

Prompt: @/sintember Not again - You thought it was done, it was over. You survived, you moved on. And yet the horror continues. [Part 1]

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It took the last of your strength to push the door back into its lock, your whole body leaning into the wood to fight off the raging winds outside.

Heaving a deep breath, you leaned against your only defense against the blizzard, chuckling and shaking your head at your own thoughts. Turning around, you faced the firepit in the middle of your cabin, red and orange flames crackling and dancing, the heat licking at your exposed cheeks, the only skin visible beneath the wool and fur keeping you warm outside.

It felt welcoming and inviting, and you sighed. Putting down the firewood you gathered from outside, you hoped it would dry before the flames died. It was a pain to rekindle a lost fire, but you'd manage. You had always managed; neither a blizzard nor an unlit fireplace would bring you down after everything you've been through. In fact, you much preferred it to the challenges of the past. You'd take the raging blizzard and being snowed in all the time over what you experienced at the hands of the madman you had fallen victim to.

Your memories had kept you awake for most of your life, but they saved you more often than you had thought them capable of. They had always kept you alert and careful, gentle but wary. It was sad that none of them could bring a smile to your face, and you envied innocent children and happy villagers alike for their countless, precious memories. But you had none. If they existed, they were horrifying reminders to be cautious. Maybe that was just how your life would always be.

Peeling off the layers of clothing, you sighed at the relief of warmth driving into your shakey bones and icy skin. It had been worth it, in the end, going through all the pain, the misery. Even though the snow reminded you of the cold winter nights spent in prison with your enemy, huddled together out of necessity, you were thankful for the blizzard as it kept you hidden. The feeling of his hands on your body would probably never wash off, but at least now you were alone. Alone and free.

The next village was so far down the mountain that they couldn't even see your little hut. You'd walk two days to reach it, and two to get back, so you kept your visits sparse, the conversations even shorter. The fewer people knew about the ominous person living on the mountain, the better, and you didn't really need them, only occasionally venturing down for a new sewing kit or fruit you've been craving.

Spring and summer were easy to handle, with a stream nearby for water, birds to shoot, and the occasional goat passing by to milk. Since you were all by yourself, you didn't need much, your garden keeping you fed most of the year. But winter was different. In autumn, foraging and harvesting was still easy. However, you'd never get used to the harsh winters alone, praying every day you wouldn't hurt yourself or you'd run out of luck up here.

But regardless, it was safe. That was your main priority. Some may call traversing through three countries before deciding to settle on a lonesome mountain over the top, but you knew better. You knew that if there was even the slightest bit of chance that your enemy could find out where you were, he would. So, you took the challenges of survival every day in return for your freedom. At least, it had worked. You'd been rid of him for years now, and you doubted that would change any time soon.

Poking the fire, the sparks flying through the air elated you.

You had found solace in the little things, like a burning fire, a hearty stew, plucking the first carrots you grew in your garden and eating the masses of pickled vegetables you cultivated. While you were busy, you didn't think of the past, didn't agitate the wounds it left. Perhaps it was too optimistic to say you were healing from the trauma and the misery, but at least you weren't confronted by it every day. Sometimes, ignorance truly was bliss.

And you deserved peace, until the last second.

After stretching your arms over your head, you leaned down to place the firewood near the pit, hoping it would be dry by the time you'd wake up to stoke the flames again. You looked forward to sleeping in your bundle of blankets, most of them knitted by you and warm as an oven when you slipped beneath them. Maybe tomorrow, the blizzard would have lifted, and you could see if there was any damage to your cabin that needed your attention as long as the good weather lasted before returning to the warmth and safety inside. Every day you got to plan it all by yourself for yourself, but you wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

That's why you jumped at the loud bang against the wood, halting in your tracks, wondering if you misheard. Maybe the blizzard had thrown a branch against your door? It couldn't be possible for anyone to come to visit in this weather, and wanderers would have to get far off the main trail across the mountain to reach your hut as well.

Bang, bang, bang!

This time, you were sure what you heard wasn't a coincidence. No branch or storm would make three consequent drums, with noticeable space in between. You felt your breath hitch as you stood there, motionlessly. Part of you wanted to inquire who it might be, but a bigger part just wanted to stand in silence, hoping they'd leave. There were many dangers when living alone, even if only a single one truly scared you.

"H-Hello?" someone called out from outside. The voice was shivering but youthful, and you felt a knot tie in your stomach at the thought it might be a lost child caught in the blizzard. You took a few cautious steps forward, listening, hoping for a sign that it was safe to open the door.

"Hello? I- I am lost... is there a place to rest tonight? Please, it's so very cold!"

Gnawing on your lip, you made a decision. Anyone daring to thread on a mountain in a snowstorm was foolish and weary of life. Still, they didn't deserve the freezing cold misery that would be dying in the blizzard. You unlocked the door, mourning the loss of warmth you'd experience any second now as you invited the cold and the stranger in, but you couldn't be responsible for their death either.

To your surprise, when you swung the door open, it wasn't the frame of a young teenager or that of a child that awaited you. The figure was lanky but hulking, covered in more clothes than even you had worn. The fur covered all of their body, face hiding behind a mask and under a hat, and the darkness made it hard to see their eyes. They didn't wait for you to invite them in, their body shaking as they took a deep, cold breath before they stomped their snow-covered boots into your wooden cabin.

You let them pass you, too surprised by their appearance to react. You honestly had expected someone younger, more fragile. Not someone seemingly in good health and strong. And thus the stranger stood, thickly veiled in fur and clothes that should have kept them warm but were now dripping as the snow clinging to them melted in the middle of your home, positioned like a statue.

"I-I'll get you a towel and a blanket," you mumbled, shaking out of the confusion and surprise. They still needed help, and though they appeared fine, you knew how tricky snow-related illnesses could be unless you prevented them at the earliest possibility.

Walking to your closet to grab what you needed, you listened to the shuffle of clothes behind you, not minding the stranger stripping out of their snow gear now that they were in the warm safety of your home. You were looking through your options, the presence of another person in your lonely life feeling strange, yet you were too focused on providing help to them to notice the floorboards behind you creaking.

"Found you~"

You yelped as ice-cold hands wrapped over your eyes, letting go of the blanket over your arm as you clawed at the stranger. Suddenly, the voice was much clearer and less youthful, and you were pulled back into a body that felt oddly familiar against yours.

"What are you--" you hissed angrily, prying the hands off your face and falling forward into your closet, hitting your temple against the wooden shelving inside. However, your body knew better, from years of experience, than to falter under the sharp pain, and you twisted around, looking into a scarily familiar face.

"Long time no see, my darling."

Your mouth felt like it had been filled with sand. You couldn't even gulp as you stared wide-eyed at your enemy, the very same one you ran from years ago. The exact same one you never wanted to see again.

"It was kind of cruel to leave me hanging, back at the prison, you know? It was so cold and so lonely without you, so I came looking for you the moment I was free. Ehh~? Did I make you speechless? Are you that happy to see me?"

"No..." you muttered, shaking your head. That couldn't be happening. No. No, no, no.

"You shouldn't be here... you can't be here! I left you... I left you there to rot! I traveled so far, how... How is this possible?!"

Even as your voice bordered on hysteric screeching, you felt the tears of frustration and defeat burn in your eyes. Your whole world shattered as you watched your enemy heave a sigh, his expression turning gentle, empathetic. Reaching out his hands he brushed them along your arm, your cheek, the cold prickling where your skin met. You flinched, jerking back, and he followed, always one step behind you. He was a liar, a complete and absolute liar, and you knew it from the moment he placed his thumb on your cheekbone, wiping away the tears. There was no bone in him that pitied you; his body and mind were filled with glee as he watched your misery bloom.

"Oh, dear."

Closing in, he trapped you between him and the closet, his cold hands cupping your face gently, but his nails dug into the back of your neck possessively. He won, and you both knew it.

"I told you I'll always find you. Took me a while this time, but you can't run from me. You're mine, remember?"

Oh, you remembered. You remembered too well the days lived in fear and the nights spent huddled together on the prison ground, forced into his arms out of need of warmth. The day the guards released you was the one where you swore you'd change your life around. That you'd no longer live in the perpetual horror this man installed.

But here you were as if nothing had changed at all. As if the years running had lost all their meaning.

"I'm so cold, darling," he whispered, even his breath was icy as he leaned in for a kiss. You knew exactly what he longed for, even if you didn't want to give it to him. He wanted the same submission, the same relenting as you had given him in prison, where you allowed him his freedom to assault you with his love. Where you couldn't have fought him even if you wanted to. And now that he had found you, you realized he hadn't changed at all. All he ever wanted was to change your life into the life he always envisioned for you two, where you were his slave, and he had free reign over you, finally getting what he had always wanted.

Your eyes darted to your bedside table.

"It's warmer under the covers," you mumbled against his lips, and he chuckled, rubbing his chapped skin against yours playfully.

"I didn't think you'd be this direct. I like it. Come, darling."

You allowed your enemy to lead you to the bed before climbing on his lap and gripping his hair to force his head back. "Where's this coming from?" he chuckled, and you felt sick just hearing his licentious voice. "No worries, I'll let you hold the reigns if it's what you want. At least for a while."

You'd hear no more words from his filthy mouth or stare any longer into the darkness swirling in his eyes. This had to come to an end, one way or another, but true to his word, he allowed you to guide him to lay down in your bed, hands falling to your thighs and grabbing at your ass. You felt the excitement tenting his pants beneath you, and you knew that in his delusion, he truly thought this was the moment you were caving to his desires, his demands of love that never existed between you two.

But instead, you slipped your hand into the drawer of your bedside table, feeling the cold steel of the knife you kept there for protection. Your past self had been so afraid of him showing up that you couldn't sleep without feeling it. Finally, your anxiety paid off.

You had learned your lesson; the fear would never stop as long as either of you were alive. You'd never be far enough away, never safe, never heal, and never truly be free unless one of you was dead. No one would find his corpse hidden on this mountain; no one would come looking for him, you were sure. And neither would they for you.

You thought you had done a great job getting away; had started to move on and get over what happened to you. But you hadn't. You couldn't do it again. Couldn't endure the horror to continue all your life and couldn't run away far enough to escape it.

You couldn't do it. Not again.

Never again.

[yandereunsolved]

what petnames do you think characters like liquid, mantis, sniper wolf, eva, ect call their darlings? After all we got some from the evil polycule

good question .ᐟ petnames for the darlings of beloved mgs yanderes .

“ Liquid Snake ”

honey (usually used with a demeaning connotation to it. it's also used when he's jealous and is addressing his darling who is conversing with someone other than him), prince(ss)/king/queen/monarch (you'll rule beside him), babe, hotstuff, dearest

He likes calling his darling babe and hotstuff semi-ironically. It heals something inside of him. It's the 80s blonde high-school bully in him. ♡

“ Psycho Mantis ”

They really aren't one for petnames. They've never had a healthy relationship. They've always referred to people by titles, but having a darling undoubtedly changes things. It'll most likely use your name in most cases.

nymph or Зайчик (little rabbit) nymph as in an immature insect. both reflect this infantilization. there's this innate helplessness he sees in you. so calling you a young, not fully developed insect fits perfectly. Зайчик is when it likes to taunt you. This is when they're in a very trigger-happy (torture happy?) mood.

“ Sniper Wolf ”

wolf, kit or pup (meaning a baby animal), mine, doll, precious, love ― and all of these may be accompanied by a ' my '

She's as close to a canonical yandere as can be. So she has used a lot of these petnames to refer to her victims. It carries a different connotation with darling. Wolf, kit or pup remain the only petnames that she has used in reference to you.

“ Eva ”

The petnames for her darling are cheesy but sweet. They reflect the type of relationship she yearns for. She wants someone she can be herself with, someone that she can keep safe.

dove, precious one, angel, sunshine, cherie (meaning dear/darling)

[snowflake-bah]

*Peeks in* 👋

May we request a lever 4 alter pack for Himiko Toga from MHA please? :3

𝜗𝜚 PACK # 031 – himiko toga ( mha ) fictive

+ level 4

name : toga , himiko , himi , blood , chi , darling , cherry , rose , ruby , scarlett

pronouns : she / her , he / him , they / them , it / its , shx / hxr , hy / hym , xe / xem , ze / zir , vy / ver , ♡ / ♡s , <3 / <3s , >_< / >_<s , blood / bloods , gore / gores , scar / scars , scar / scarlet , knife / knifes , vamp / vamps , bite / bites , fang / fangs , cute / cutes , ador / adorable , kawaii / kawaiis , yandere / yanderes , mew / mews , nya / nyans , kit / kits , 🌸 / 🌸s , 🔪 / 🔪s , 🩸 / 🩸s , 🥀 / 🥀s

age : 17

species : human

gender : trans trans fem , demigirl , togacharic , bloodgender , lovegoric , bloressific , gorebeing , lovebodiment , loveadored , lovesickfem , darlingvamp

orientation : pansexual lesbian , hyperromantic , ambiamorous

cisIDs : cis autistic , cis hypersexual , cis OLD , cis BPD , cis yandere , cis yumeshipper

transIDs : tris japanese , trans trans fem , trans ASPD , trans trans plural , trans delusional , demo cannibal , trans cat , trans fangs , trans darling , trans loved , tris attention seeker , perma adored

paraphilias : 🧸 , 🐾 , ξ , 📖 , 🧟 , 🦴 , ⚱️ , 🌷 , ❣️ , 🦖 , 🥀 , 🌼 , 💤 , 🛍 , 🧵 , 🗿 , 🫀 , 🌑 , 🩹 , 🔪 , ⛓️ , 🔗 , ❤️ , 🫶 , 🐰🎀 , 🍓🌙 , 💭🔪 , 👏🪄 , 🌈💜

role : romanticist , bpd holder , mood booster , memory holder , intrusive thoughts holder

source : himiko toga - my hero academia

personality : obsessive , clingy , creepy at times , silly , cute

likes : cats , love letters , sakura trees , yandere characters , gory anime , cutegore rooms , yanblr , japanese food , j - fashion , kaomojis , having someone to obsess over

dislikes : antis , normies , being yelled at , hate , vegetables , huge shopping centres , being stared at , having to clean up / tidy something , mud

hobbies / interests : playing video games , watching anime , j - fashion , j - pop , true crime

front triggers : ochako kins / introjects / etc . , anything yandere related , flowers , " the red means i love you " – madds buckley , " yandere " – jazmin bean , " saccharine " – jazmin bean , anon hate asks

kintypes : sparrow therian , bat therian , vampire otherkin , blood conceptkin , love conceptkin , ayano aishi fictionkin

aesthetic : lovecore , gorecore , pastel gore , yanderecore , cutegore

music taste : stephanie mabey , madds buckley , jazmin bean , melanie martinez

typing quirk : o - ♡ , s - z , lots of kaomojis

appearance :

emojis : 💛🔪🩸🥀🩹🎭

extra : x

[oddly-bah]

AME CHAN PREMADE

Alters will not always form exactly as post states !

Name(s) : Ame, Amechan Kaylee, Karly, Amorette, Ribbonette, Musette, Lyric, idollette, Scarlett, Marionette, Nymphette, Melanie, Vanilla, Nursette, angelette

Nicknames: KK, Amor, Bun/BunBun

Titles: The Needy Streamer, The bpd babe, the idol, The needy idol, The lovely angel, [x] who loves, [x] who streams

Sigh offs/emoji ideas: -💘 💀 , -☆, -Ame, - 🎀 ☠️, -🎮♡

Pronouns: she/they/it/th♡y/h♡r/shi/fir/fae/faerie/ribbon/needy/streamer/fame/need/♡/☆/flo/kyu/kit/bun/nursery/lyr/clean/dxll/doll/Dollette

TransIDs: TransNurse, TransMenheraNurse, TransStreamer, TransBlondeHair, TrandBjdDoll, TransPOTS, TransMobilityAid, TransCaneUser, TransMaid, TransNeko, TransMaid, TransJiraiKei

TrisIDs: TrisCutecore, TrisLandMineGirl, TrisBPDHolder, TrisAAM, TrisHarmed, TrisYandere, TrisObsessive, TrisJapanese

SourceIDs: SourceBPD, SourcwStreamer, SourceConnected

CisIDs: CisBlackHair, CisBPD, CisFictive, CisAngerissues

Likes: Video games, doki doki literature club, Poetry, Writing poems, pink, cutecore, JiraiKei, Anime

Dislikes: the color Orange, Yelling, Being disliked, below average viewers/likes.

Pos triggers: Cats, Anime, Monika(ddlc), Her parasoical others, poems about love

Neu triggers: writing, poems, "Yandere" by jazmin bean(song)

Neg triggers: Yelling, partners being sad, partners being angry at you/her, being misgendered

Age: SourceAged 17, transage 11, Ageslider (11-19)

Sexuality: Pansexual, hyperromantic

Faceclaims / pfps :

Like / reblog if you forn Lyr! I love seeing alters form ^0^

[chunni-rosie]

I’m going to actually introduce myself! (๑>◡<๑)

My name is Rosie and I’m an alter in a cisDID system!

My pronouns are she/they/it/bun/nya/kit/sparkle! (Bold ones are preferred, pink are MOST preferred!)

I’m a chronoadult but I’m transage! I’m bodily 27 but identify as 22.

A lot of these terms I’m not even sure have actually been coined before, so feel free to ask about them! Some parts are bolder to make it easier to read; tell me if it doesn’t actually help ♡

I am; kekkondere / yandere / dorodere (cis for all), [transanimecharacter, transheterochromia, transrainbowiris], [transage, chronoadult], [cisautistic, cisADHD, cisDID, cisBPD, transhanahaki, transtourettes], [transharmful, transabusive, transstalker, transautoharmed], [cisabused, cisneglected, cisCOCSA, transCSA, transabused, transmolested, transgroomed, transprogrammed], [diarace, racefluid, diajapanese, diamexican], [amorgirl, demigirl, nonbinary], [demisexual, biromantic], and of course Chūnibyō!

More may be added~! (๑>◡<๑)

HERE is my post about the Chūnibyō community!

I have no DNI, I just block where I see fit! I’m kind of uncomfortable with pro-c harmful paras interacting but I can’t really stop anyone. I’ll block you if I notice you are.

Send asks! DM me! Let’s be friends~!

[ducky-bah]

If you'd be willing, a yandere themed alter? Either that or a tamer obsessive, you can do whatever you'd like, thank you if so! :)

One yandere themed alter! Feel free to change/scrap anything that doesn't fit!

༄~𖦹︎ Name(/s) ➪ Kittie, Kat/Cat, Catherine/Katherine, Narcissia, Minette, Ragdoll, Felyne, Katzchen/Katz

༄~𖦹︎ Pronouns ➪ She/her, Cat/cats, Mror/mrors, Mrrp/mrrps, Purr/purrs, Prr/prrs, Paw/paws, Claw/claws, Love/loves, Mew/mews, Kit/kits, Neko/nekos, Nip/nips, Hiss/hiss, He/him, It/its, Yan/yans, Blood/bloods, Heart/hearts, Cute/cutes, Gut/guts, Pill/pills, Bandage/bandages, Crown/crowns, Idol/idols

༄~𖦹︎ Gender ➪ Genderyandere, Obsessiveyandere, Axeyandere, Feruyandere, Yanderechildish, Yanderetropic, Menherayanderegender, Menheragender, Yandereprogram, Yaneress, Yandereaffectic, Bleedheartyandere, Yanderedeity, Chainsawyandere, Sexuyanderen, YanobsessStalkic, Obsessivalentinecoric, Nekoyandeity, Dracoyandeity, Demonyandere, Yanderemistress, Yanderedollic, Loveobsessyanthought, Lovesickyandere, Yandelunic, Yanderemerc, Yandereblazed, BPDYandere, Obsessiveyandere, Lovedesired, Lovepurine, Lovebeing, Amordaiswefem, Dollfem, Girlprince, Offboygirl, Genderfluidboygirl, Notboygirl, Neufem, Wisterigirl, Prettyboygender, Dollboy, Boyprincess, Mageria, Moirvengelic

༄~𖦹︎ Orientations ➪ Pechbloromantic, Prettyboylesbian, Lesboy, Achillean Lesboy, Sapphillean

༄~𖦹︎ Age ➪ 19

༄~𖦹︎ Species ➪ Nekomimi / cat girl

༄~𖦹︎ Role(/s) ➪ Yandere Alter, Catgirlxenorole, Catxenorole, Pink Alter

༄~𖦹︎ Source or Theme ➪ Yandere themed!

༄~𖦹︎ Appearance or Faceclaim ➪

➪ Art Creds; 1 & 2 & 3

༄~𖦹︎ Likes ➪ Blades, bows, pink, flowers, ribbons, frills, poofy dresses/big skirts, coffee, gummies, jelly, chocolates, lovecore themes, romance, horror, being seen as / treated like a princess/prince/royalty, cute things, sanrio (favorite is kuromi & melody)

༄~𖦹︎ Mixed Feelings ➪ The cinema, people who aren't polite, bright colours, bright lights, loud noises

༄~𖦹︎ Dislikes ➪ Ice cream, sorbet, gelato, ice lollies, hard candy, rejection

༄~𖦹︎ Proxy Option ➪ 🎀🐈‍⬛/👑🍫/🌸☕

༄~𖦹︎ Personality Traits/Quirks ➪ IRL yandere, strong DPD & BPD traits (or has BPD & DPD) as well as OCD & HPD traits (or has OCD & HPD), while fronting they may present more as a yeredere or even a goudere than a true yandere externally (or take on either of those as a mask; likely as a means to not scare away anyone they may have their eyes on),

༄~𖦹︎ Typing Quirk(/s) ➪ Adds heart symbols/emojis after text lines when she's happy (heart emoji/symbols: ♡ ♥︎ ‪‪❤︎‬💕❤️💗♡ྀི 𓆩♡𓆪 ෆ ❥ ❦ ❣︎ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜 🤎 🖤 🤍 💞 💓 💖 💘 💝 💟)

➪ Random Sentence Example; "I love you! 𓆩♡𓆪" // "I love you!"

[cirqosmos]

aaah yayayay~ can i request yandere andteam reacting to you trying to run away? voluntary getting hurt from cooking, walking, etc, so you can leave when they go take the emergency kit! please take your time thank you!!

🔪🩸YANDERE &TEAM REACTION TO YOU TRYING TO RUN AWAY

WARNING graphic violence, profanity, implied smut on hyung line, sadistic tendencies, emotional manipulation, usage of pet names, delusional, obsession, possessiveness.

*⁠.⁠✧♡ KEI

It hasn't even took a single minute of him getting in one of the rooms where the emergency kit was placed when a door from the distance creaked open reached through his ears, his concerned dark orbs blew wide as the realisation sunk deep in his mind.

Your arms reek of fresh severe burn marks from the boiling pot from the earlier incident, a last resort of your plan to get Kei to the farthest end of the hall. The key glinted in the grasp of your hand as you did so, not hesitating even a damn second to sprint towards the door of where your freedom lies behind.

It was a foolish plan, indeed. You knew it was a foolish plan yet there was nothing you could think of anymore than opting with this scalded route. You yelped in pain when a harsh tug on your bare arms forced you to look into those eyes you once fell in love with, one that you often chanted to once belong to an angel—now a physical manifestation of a monster for you.

"Not even a single damn minute did it take, and you were already trying to escape, huh?" He bends down to your small form on the floor, a result from trying to squirm away from his tight grip.

You flinched slightly when he tucks your fallen hair locks behind your ear, a small smile formed on his pretty lips as he took a good look at you. "Much better? I don't think we need to treat your wound anyways, since you've been a very, very, bad girl today."

"A-as if I care!" Your head rattled in both rage and fear, showcasing your blatant disobedience towards the taller male. You don't care anymore, despite the torment of the scalding burn on your arms, you don't care if you have to get on his nerves to the point he could kill you. This life with him, itself, was a downright torment to your soul.

Seemingly not surprised a tad bit, Kei tilted his head with a pout. "I know what you're trying to do by being such a brat. Don't you think it's pathetic, love?"

"But, mmh." Kei looks out through the window, the tender rays from the sun shone against his grey lush strands. "Since you insist, I could teach you in another way, you know." He proceeds to leaned closer to your face, uttering a sentence almost feathery and sultry that sent chills down your spine. "Bad girls had to take it the hard way, don't you think?"

*⁠.⁠✧♡ FUMA

"Wah, isn't the weather so nice?" Fuma let's out a breathless sigh as he takes in the gentle breeze, "Maybe that's why you had the idea to break the rules in the first place."

"I don't know whether to pity on you, or punish you.. my love." Fuma turns his head to look at your trembling form that was standing a few metres away from him, and then at your hand. "You could've ask me if you wanted to go outside, not do such dumb things with this wound on your hand."

"I'm s-sorry.." You didn't dare to say anything further in hopes to not anger the man before you any longer. You haven't seen him get far beyond the irritation he occasionally expresses but the ominous aura he was currently emitting as he leisurely approached you had your knees turning into noodles and the ground beneath you threatening to rip apart, devouring you whole.

"Sorry? For what?" His head tilted in such a way as if he can't fathom your choices of words, his hands met yours, rubbing it slowly and nice as a tender heart forms. "There's no need, love. I understand you, of course."

The way your eyes shook and lit up and your shoulders trembling added to his inner amusement.

"Maybe you could say sorry in another way, right? Those eyes, I would love to see them beneath me."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ EJ

"I hope you enjoyed your short trip to the woods, princess." said EJ as he cleared up the mess on the table. You sat still on the couch, not daring to look up to him, nor at his bubbly features that certainly are replaced with something belonging to the under world.

You kept your mouth shut tight, your hair strand had fallen before your vague vision yet your arms remain glued on the soft material of the couch, unwilling and frightened to do anything. Only keeping your head low and still, your ears met the collided sound of the platters and the utensils against the drying dish rack, that alone was enough to worsen the growing lump inside your throat.

"They say good girls apologise when they did something wrong, then why I don't hear anything—not even a 'sorry' from you? Hm?" Euijoo added a hum at the end of his question, his dusted school uniform appeared before your seated form, a dreadful result after using all your strength to fought him back in the woods.

You broke a cold sweat, a slight flinch followed when he patted your head in a tender motion, sickeningly slow and infatuated. "Say something, (Name). Weren't you so brave just now? Where did all that courage go?"

Your stomach churned in utter fear as you finally raised your head to look up at him. "I-i'm sorry—"

"But never mind it, I change my mind. I think we could put your mouth into a better use, anyways."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ NICHOLAS

"Speak." His long finger brushes his hair bangs away from his hooded eyes, lazy eyes paired with his lust filled rage orbs fixated on you who were currently beneath his tight hold on the bed.

"I was worried for fucking nothing, and you just had to ruin it." He spats out at you, a ticking time bomb he was as you tried to appease his wrath with a thousand apologies, yet nothing seems to work. .

—at all.

Your eyes welled up as panic had completely surged in through your veins, completely rendering your mind into utter helplessness. "It w-wasn't my intention, Nicholas!"

"Then what is it, babe? What is it then?" He cooed at you, caressing your tear-stained cheeks with the back of his hand. "Was it the goddamn demon in the back of your mind that causes you to fucking open the door?"

You shook your head relentlessly, uttering a word that came out as a whisper due to how frightened you were. "N-no.."

"Nothing to say? It's okay.." His knuckles grew white as his grip tightened around your wrist, uttering a sentence that had the door to your freedom shutting down—a physical manifestation in sealing your future with him, "I'll fucking ruin you, though" Nicholas blew a swirl of air to your ears, "To the point you couldn't even walk to the door anymore."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ YUMA

His nails dug beneath your chin causing your mouth to hang apart to let out yelps of pain, "Last time I check you weren't that good in acting nor lying, I wonder where did I taught you wrong?"

Plain annoyance, no, his feline orbs that occasionally held infatuation for you was now replaced with lust for blood; as if he was controlling himself from smashing your head against the brick wall.

Gripping the chair with your sweaty palms, all you had right now was to pray for your life, pray that he would go easy on you.

Tracing his fingers down your bare arms that had a slight injury awhile ago, a scoff squeezed its way out of his mouth with a smirk in the corner of his lips. "It won't be that bad it if I add a little more, isn't it?"

The grotesque image of his words had you bawling in downright fear, dropping your head down as you shook your head in pure agony. "P-please no! Yuma! Please!"

"Aw, don't cry." The finger on your arms raises up to wipe the tears off your cheeks, a tender kiss was placed on your forehead. "Don't be a crybaby, it won't hurt that much."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ JO

"Does it still hurt?" Your glistened orbs fell on the boy before you, who was currently on his knees, his finger rubbing your fresh wound on a circular motion—wholly soothing like his dripping concerned voice, deceiving almost—that you had a brief doubt over whether you actually pick the door's lock a few minutes ago.

Jo lifted his dark orbs to look at you, "Didn't you hear me?"

Scared to your core, "I.. thought you were mad."

"Ah, if you were mentioning about that. Then there's no need to worry, there's not much you can do anyway." A small grin appears on Jo's faint red lips.

"What do you—"

"Even if you did manage to go outside, you'll come back anyway." Jo hums a melodic tune, "Your family ain't that isolated as they seem, (Name). I was thinking to invited them for dinner next time if you insist."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ HARUA

"Please, why are you so stubborn?" An almost melodic hymn follows after the desperation lacing his voice, as if his welled up eyes was a mere act to fool you. "Running away like a damn fool, thinking of it back, it does make sense, huh?"

He tapped your head repeatedly, not enough to cause you pain but sufficient enough to have your neat hair to ruffle haphazardly. "Your mind, we have to do something to get rid of those annoying thoughts. But I wonder how."

"Stop!"

He grabbed your wrist that was trying to push him away, "Stop what?! You were using my damn pain to escape, (Name). Don't you think that's fucking cruel?! You don't realise how much I want to hurt you right now just so you realise! But I can't because fucking love you!"

Gritting your teeth in immense helplessness, you glared at him. "Serves you right then, go to hell with your so-called love."

A nerve-wracking silence follows, growing in dreading weight with every passing second until he spoke again.

"Oh please," Harua straightens his posture with his usual grin, a swift switch from his initial outcries. "I guess you're really becoming a fool, well then you wouldn't be that fool anymore if I call your sister?"

Traces of disobedience faded away from your orbs, growing wide with sheer realisation. "Don't you ever dare touch my sister!"

"Why not?" Harua looks down at you with mere contempt as his thumb playfully tapped the keys on his phone's screen, dodging your pathetic attempts in taking away his phone in the process. "You're too precious for me to even lay my hand on you, so why not release my stress a bit on your sister?"

*⁠.⁠✧♡ TAKI

"Look at me. Tell me. I showed you nothing but love, and all you could fucking think of is to escape?" His deep knitted eyebrows paired with those tear running down his cheek had your heart quenched in a slight pang.

"You don't love me." You spat out, suppressing the need to cry out and lash at him in fear that things could go worse than it is now.

"I d-don't love you?" Taki let's out a breathless giggle, as if he couldn't believe what you had just uttered. "I wouldn't had to go all that trouble if I didn't love you!"

"Taki! You don't know what is love—" your sentences were cut short by the swift speed of his finger gripping your jaw hard and firm, forcing you to lean closer to his face.

"If you wouldn't accept my love then it wouldn't be that much of trouble for me to make you realise it then."

Your eyes widened at his ominous string of words, "W-what do you—" your line of vision fell against the brick wall, turning your head immediately to the boy in question, it didn't go past your eyes how his hand grabbed a certain object. "T-Taki, w-what are you doing!"

"You see, I don't mind taking extra measures if it meant you would at least realise my love for you, angel."

*⁠.⁠✧♡ MAKI

A harsh fistful tug of your hair pulled you backwards, falling hard at your butt in a loud thud, causing you to yelp in pain, "That's really sneaky of you, (Name)."

Maki tightened his grasp as he pressed his right foot hard and deep at your wound, an outcry of help squeezed its way out of your mouth, begging for him to stop.

"I'm done treating you all nice and kind," Maki said in a low whisper, seemingly unfazed by your pathetic squirm. The usual sweet image of the young boy was nowhere to be found, only a desire to torture remains. "We just had to teach you a lesson, so you'll know what's the consequences of messing with me."

"If you're going to hit me then please do! I'd rather die!" Clenching your jaw as you glared at him, challenging his patience. Yet the boy kept his calm playful demeanour despite the stark contrast of his grip on your hair.

Maki raises his index finger up, his eyes widening a few inches as if to mock you. "One."

"H-huh?"

"That's one person from your family that had to take the punishment for you. It's fair, right?"

[loving-puppy]

I just want to love him. I want to cover him in kisses and melt in his embrace. I want to sit and ramble of all the things I love about him, but the longer I think of him, the further I am at a loss for words. I want to pet his hair and comfort him after a bad day. I want to treat his wounds and kiss his tears today. I want to be the warmth for him, to give him even a fraction of the happiness he constantly fills me with

[puppy-desperately-in-love]

I guess it's intro time!!! (Not like I totally forgot or anything)

You can just call me Kit, or whatever nickname you'd like♡

So, I guess let's get to know me! When it comes to my gender, I'm non-binary. I've also felt a bit off, being seen as one gender or the other. That said, I do dress extremely feminine! Yet prefer alot of male nicknames. (C'mon, let me be your pretty boy, your good boy, your prince)

I dress extremely alt! Chains and lace, blacks and reds. I absolutely love corsets, and swap between skirts, ripped jeans, and shorts. I love eyeliner and shadow. And usually don't leave the house without at least eyeliner on.

When it comes to love, Im pansexual/panromantic. And like this page suggests, I have a bit of yandere tendencies. I do have an actual reason for this, it's due to my BPD. And due to that, I absolutely love those who have those tendencies as well. It's incredibly charming!

I'm 17! (Just a few more months until I'm 18, wooo!!) I'll be going to college for forensic psychology. With how much I adore psychology, it's quite ironic how much I want someone to fuck with my head without me realizing.

I love to dance, as well as read and write. I quite enjoy writing short stories, and if you ask, I'll probably write one for you too! Aside from that, I love hiking, swimming, and playing with animals.

That's all I can think of adding for now. But if you have any questions, ask away! I'll add more if I think of anything!

[allysimmers]

SORA ♡＾▽＾♡

-> My Simsta

Downloads:

Skin Acc: BABY FACE KIT

Hair Acc: https://www.patreon.com/posts/jino-hair-n10-n3-70634729

Earrings: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/1493816

Outfit: https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/yandere-student-and-blood-set

Lip-kit: https://www.patreon.com/posts/lip-kit-presets-46250379

[thelovesickbakery]

♥.

Name: Haden

Q — Birthday: 9/4/05

• — Age: 19

V — Gender Identity & Pronouns: Male-He/him

• — Sexuality: straight but bi curious

V— I am (Yandere/Darling): Darling

• — Looking for (Friendship/Romance/ Queerplatonic Relationship): for right now probably only a friendship but I’d be more than willing to try being in a relationship

• — Looking for a (Yandere/Darling): Yandere

V - Thinking of a friend/romantic partner/ queerplatonic partner, I am looking for: uhm that you exist? That’d be a plus

© — Small details about myself (interests and love language, for example: I adore cats, they’re my favorite animals. I’m trying to get into model kit building and I also love to bake. I dabble in photography too but im not serious about it. And im also extremely clingy (so don’t be afraid to be clingy yourself, if anything i heavily encourage it) and will support you in any way i possibly can.

V — Contact information: you’re free to contact me at my username @galacticat19

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[yandereunsolved]

Hii Im not sure if youre taking requests rn but if you have the time I would love for a yandere Kit Walker hc set or a yandere post death Kyle Spencer fic where the reader tries to leave him at Misty’s :)

The Honey In My Honeycomb - ,, yandere Kit Walker pre and post Asylum

cw(s): yandere themes, mentions of baby trapping, mention of murder of child(ren), descriptive gore

♡ It all started out like a cheesy romance movie. Your car broke down, and Kit just happened to be driving by. He fixed your car and invited you back to his shop. He ended up changing your oil and tires for free. It evolved into the two of you dating shortly after. You never saw the warning signs—none of them. You never saw through Kit's honeyed words and his charming smile. You would have been better off if you just listened to that tiny voice in the back of your mind telling you to run while you still could.

♡ You were stuck at his shop all day. He had gone home to retrieve some tools and never came back. You got worried that something may have happened to him. You weren't prepared for the gory scene you found. A trail of blood led to your bedroom, where you found Kit passed out near the mutilated corpse of a woman. Your clothes were thrown all around him, and he was cuddling them in his sleep. You freaked out and shrieked, which woke him up. He desperately tried to explain it to you. He pleaded with you to just listen to him. You didn't. You ran and reported him to the police. A part of your mind did want to believe him. The more time that passed, the more you believed in his innocence. Only you were wrong. He did murder all those people that he was accused of killing—over fifteen. He did it all for you. That is the secret he will take to the grave with him.

♡ He was put in Briarcliff Asylum while awaiting his trial. You were allowed to visit him, although it terrified you. You had heard such bloodcurdling stories about that place from the few patients that had survived it. Your visits with him always had to be monitored. Sometimes, though, no one would. That confused you, but you never verbalized it. Kit just threatened to kill the nuns if they interrupted your time with him. All of the nuns thought he must have been possessed by some lust devil. He just could never seem to get enough of you. Day and night, the only thing that came out of his mouth was praise about you—how pretty you looked, how vulnerable you were, how he had to protect you from the vile world that threatened to taint your purity.

♡ It was irritating, really. Protecting your visage wasn't easy when so many people tried to interrupt him. He had to get rid of Grace. It was really her fault. She just shouldn't have been flirting with him. She shouldn't have tried to come onto him. She shouldn't have ignored his warnings. He said multiple times that he was a man who was happily dating such a beautiful thing as yourself. Grace just didn't seem to listen to that. She even had the gall to interrupt one of your meetings with each other. He was in the middle of showing you how much he missed you. That was the last straw.

He made it seem like it was Doctor Arden's fault with a botched sterilization. He can clean that up himself. He's a big boy, and Kit isn't helping. He can't make himself look guilty in any way, of course. He could never let you know how much of a monster he really was.

♡ He has kept a ring in his pocket since the day he met you. The ring belonged to his grandfather. It's practically a family heirloom. He so desperately wants to put it on your finger. He just wants everyone to know that you belong to him—his darlin', his one and only. The thing is extremely shiny, too. It'd look so good on your hand. 

♡ That's not the only jewelry he has for you. He has a lot more tucked away in his trusty, rusty old red tool box. He stole all of it from the people he killed for you. He plans on giving it all to you as wedding gifts. He'll fix all of the pieces, of course. He'll wipe the blood away and make sure none of it stains your beautiful figure. He also stole their money from their bank accounts. He has more than enough to keep you both financially stable until you die. He would never let his little house spouse work with some other man. The thought of it just makes his hand itch to reach for an axe. 

♡ He fantasizes about what your wedding would look like. You'd look like a god(dess) walking down the aisle toward him. You wouldn't need anyone but him and the priest. He would kill the priest after. You wouldn't know that. It's just that he can't let anybody see such a holy sight except for him. He wouldn't want to risk somebody making an off comment or lusting over your figure. 

Your body is yours and yours alone. It's also his, if you'll allow him to have it. 

He can't wait till the wedding night. He has it all planned out. After your dinner, you'll both bathe together. He'll set the mood. You both will have each other for the first time in marriage. It's something that makes his mouth water when he thinks about it.

♡ If you can get pregnant... He will immediately try for a baby with you. He just thinks your belly would look so adorable swollen up with a mixture of you and him. You'd be completely dependent on him. You wouldn't be able to leave, and he'd be the best father to your children. Not to mention, he can teach them how to be protective of you. It'll be absolutely perfect! You'll have no way to escape!

♡ If you are unable to get pregnant... Kit doesn't want you to worry. He'll just pick a random kid off the street if he needs to. He'll kidnap a baby from the hospital and say he adopted them. He could go the legal route for adoption as well, if that would better please you. Anything to keep you with him until you both die in each other's arms.

♡ He ideally wants anywhere from two to five kids. He's always wanted one girl and one boy. He'd ultimately want five because you'd never leave him all alone with five children. Sure, you could run off with two, three, and a slim chance of four, but five? No. You have absolutely no chance of escaping him, then. Unless you wanted to abandon them and him, that is. That's fine! He'll just threaten their lives. He'll kill one of them if it convinces you to stay. There are no lengths he wouldn't go to to prove his unending love for you.

♡ He already has your shared casket picked out. He picked it out within the first week of both of you dating. He's already written both of your wills with your future children in mind. He has the plot of land picked out and everything. He may not be a rich man, but he'd spend every penny he has to make sure your shared resting place is envious to the heavens.

♡ The day he is released is a day that will live in infamy within his mind. He finally knew that he had to tie you to him, both literally and figuratively. He understood how fickle humanity is. He needs to save you from the dangers and trauma he faced while in there. The same Kit that came into the asylum isn't the same one that came out. He's a lot more open about his obsessive and possessive tendencies. That crazed look in his hazel irises isn't clouded by his sweet and homey nature anymore. You could see it; you can see it now. You couldn't escape.

♡ He doesn't allow you to leave the house for the first few months. If you try to escape, then it'll be even longer before he allows you to roam free without many restraints. You are trapped within a prison of his own desire. He gaslights you into believing it's for the best. You know how dangerous the world is out there. He's been through the asylum. He knows. He just wants to protect you. Can't you see that? He's traumatized and wants to protect you from that trauma. So that means locking you away in your shared house and keeping you there. Don't worry about boredom. Kit will buy you anything that will make a smile appear on your features. He's addicted to it. You have no shortage of books and other trinkets to keep you entertained while he is out working. Just not anything that you could use to communicate with people. The last thing he needs is you getting that silly little idea in your head to call the police on him. 

♡ After about a year in captivity, assuming you haven't made numerous escape attempts, he'll propose to you and allow you to take short excursions with him. The wedding is just as he thought. It's just you, him, and the priest in the middle of the woods, only a few miles from your shared house. You may not have any guests or family, and he may have foraged the wedding certificate by signing fake people as witnesses, but your marriage is still real. A piece of paper doesn't define your love for each other. Of course, he murders the priest after. He chopped him up into tiny pieces with his axe, soaked his body in a mixture of chemicals, and then left those pieces of him at the bottom of lakes, rivers, and streams at least twenty miles away from the house. If you ask him what he's doing, he'll simply say that he's doing some spring cleaning. He's just taking out a bunch of old trash, that's all.

♡ Even when you gain more privileges, Kit still always has an eye on you. He's always close to you. He'll give you the illusion of space and privacy if he needs to. If you distance yourself too much from him, then he'll sweet talk you into letting him into your space once again. You don't feel good? It's because you haven't let him make you feel good in a while. You feel depressed because you aren't around him as much. You're isolating yourself from him. That's the problem. The problem is you. He'll be right here when you inevitably crawl back to him. He'll shush you and pepper kisses all along your body. You'll realize that you need him even more than he needs you. 

♡ Give it two to five years and a lot of begging, and he'll let you help him while he works. He doesn't let you do any hard labor or interact with the customers. No, honey, he keeps you safe and sound in the back of the shop. You can clean his tools, sort his things, and perhaps even handle the money if he trusts you enough. It may look mundane to most people, but you crave it. You've been starved of any autonomy for the past few years. Being able to control a small workplace is like being somewhere safe, somewhere without Kit. You can allow your mind to drift off and fool yourself into thinking that you are safe. You can just imagine that Kit is nowhere to be found. You can almost taste freedom on your tongue during those fleeting moments.

♡ If you ask for help from someone, he kills them and burns their bodies to ashes in the hearth in your home. He finds it extremely romantic. He'll cuddle into you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. He'll nip at your skin and mark you up. He's just a bit jealous. He's just a little more possessive. He can't believe that you thought someone else was better than him. He can't believe you wanted to leave him. He'll show you how good you have it. He'll just have to show you again how good he makes you feel—inside and out. The vile dead bodies of the people who have tried to help you take you away from him will keep you both warm at night. He'll take you right in front of the fireplace. He'll claim you again near the sizzling embers of those who dared get near you.

♡ Kit Walker is still as in love with you as the day he laid eyes on you. He has fallen even further into the depths of his own obsession with you. He's ready to take the next step and start a family with you. He can't wait to see your little ones running around the home. He can't wait to see them graduate with you. He can't wait to grow old with you; his devotion to you never faltering. He just needs you to be with him forever, even into the afterlife. He loves you. He'd kill the devil and every god in existence if he had to, just to keep you in his arms forever more.

[yuga2000]

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They/them

Mew/mews

Nyah/nya

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Angel/angels

Baby/babys

Bell/bells

Berry/berrys

Bimbo/dumb

Bow/bows

Bubblegum/bubble/gum

Bug/bugs

Calico/calicos

Clown/clowns

Creeper/creep

Eye/eyes

Flop/flops

Fluff/fluffs

Gamer/game

Giant/isopod

Giggle/giggles

Glammer/glam

Guro/blood

Honk/honks

Hop/hops

Hospital/hospitals

Jellyfish/jelly/fish

Jump/jumps

Keysmash/key/smash

Kitsune/kit/sune

Knife/knives

Liminal

Love/loves

Magi/magic

Maid cafe/maid/cafe

Microphone/micros

Moth/moths

My melody/my/melody

Needle/needles

Night/midnight

Omg/kawaii/angel

Pacifier/paci

Pastel/pastels

Paw/paws

Pill/pills

Pink/pinks

Pretty/prettiest

Princess/prin/cess

Pumpkin/pumpkins

Rainbow/rain/bow

Shake/shaker/shook/shaken

Soft/softs

Sparkle/glitter

Star/starlight

Sticker/stickers

Strawberry/straw/berry

Sun/sunlight

Syringe/syringes

Thump/thumps

Toy/toys

Weird/weirds

Worm/worms

Y2k/2k

Yamikawaii/yami/kawaii

Yandere/yan/dere

Zoom/zoomie

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