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Manifesting that Sunday will be my next 5 star character 🕯🕯 and that his lightcone will come in one 10 pull

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stares at you with ambigious morally grey intent in my eyes

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Mr sunday... one chance...

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LET ME COOK 👹

Also tagging @hunnieknight @secondary-colorentimy to draw your favourite men/women in a wedding dress 🥺👉👈 (not pushing you to! Just if you’d like a little challenge to glam up your favourite men/women.) (p.s put the women in suits please women in suits are so hot 😭)

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(yandere! ex x gn! reader) (thought of this in the shower and thought it would be funny)

it had been five long dreadful days since you last talked to him.

five.

full.

days.

your ex boyfriend thought that it was finally time to break the silence and embrace your presence again. unfortunately, you had blocked him on all platforms and even got a restraining order on him. like, you've blocked him before but not a restraining order!

you even got all dramatic and said you wanted to break up!

...again.

he honestly thought it was a little cute. like aw... you wanted a break again! okay, because he loves you so much he'll give you another one! like you obviously meant break up as in separate for a bit then go back! like as always!

so... why haven't you contacted him at all?

he's itching and clawing at his walls just waiting for you to text him. but no, nothing. zero. absolute silence.

all the blocking and restraining orders weren't just to get his attention?

...

but he doesn't care haha! why should he care? you're just being a little dramatic again. this is how it's always been. he knows you just feel neglected, so of course you're just doing this for attention!

oh! he knows what to do!

that's right! he should show up with gifts and coddle you in kisses! like always!

that's why, he's patiently waiting for you to return back home... with tons of jewellery and cash laid on the ground. how did he get in, you ask? well obviously he has a spare key to your home! yeah yeah, he knows you haven't actually given him a new key and that you changed your lock two days ago but it was so painfully easy to just copy your key!

he couldn't just not make a copy, could he? you know he has to have access to you at all times! he gets antsy when he doesn't!

ah, your door is opening!

he grins happily, giggling excitedly as he sits by your couch, looking at the door in excitement.

"darling! i missed you!"

he moans, cheeks flushed as he stares at your stunned figure. however, his happiness gets replaced by worry as you slip on the money he laid down your hallway. oops... maybe he shouldn't have flooded your house in cash?

"darling! oh no... sre you alright?"

he pouts, immediately rushing to your side as he brushes the money away from your body. ah look at you! your face is all terrified... you must've been so so scared without him, weren't you?

"i promise I won't leave you again... just look at you!"

he mumbles, shaking his head disapprovingly as he picks you up and expertly maneuvers his way through your cash flooded apartment.

"what would you do without me?"

he sighs, cradling you to his chest as he sits on your couch and begins wiping away his faux tears with a wad of cash. that's right! what would you do without him? you were just so fragile and helpless! you'd suffer without his protection! he swears never to leave you alone again!

meanwhile, you were just silently smashing your head against the wall. god, your escape attempt failed again! maybe you should just escape to a foreign country next time. hm, maybe you should change your name to josh and alter your appearance too.

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I was in the middle of reblogging this earlier but then something came up and when I got back all my tags were already gone😭 but I really love this so much! I think it's so rare to see yandere Sunday really lovestruck and as an obsessive stalker so this was really nice to see!! He's sooo obsessed and yet we don't spare him a glance, the poor guy </3

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 . .

. . he's just had a little taste of infatuation. or is it obsession?

// tws ; stalking, taking photos w/o knowledge of other person ; gn reader ; yandere au 

a/n: i swear i'll start writing the aventurine exes hanahaki au after i post this

click!

a soft flash of white light, akin to the color of the small wings that adorned him, appeared before sunday as the camera went off. it encased you in a photo, forever embedding your beauty into a polaroid.

you were so pretty.

too pretty.

even a photo couldn’t capture your full beauty — you were just too beautiful.

too pretty.

too heavenly.

too ethereal.

all sunday wanted was you. all he needed was you. he just loved you so, so much — a little too much, if you were to ask robin or aventurine or anyone other than him about it.

sunday was meant to be yours. you had ripped his heart out, claiming it as your own (well, not that he minded too much. you could have him as well for all he cared!).

you couldn’t just leave him like this after you had yanked and twisted and pulled his heart out of his body, leaving him only to bleed out.

sunday felt as if he would die without you.

you were oxygen, the only thing breathing life into him.

an oasis in a desert, which he would die without.

sunday wanted you. no, wait — scratch that. he needed you.

he.

needed.

you.

well, that would have to wait. for now he would have to settle with having only a minimal amount of photos and polaroids of you.

well, if "few" meant having walls and walls and walls of his mansion covered and plastered with only photographs of you.

he just needed you so bad. so, so bad.

if only you noticed him. if only you were bewitched with his heavenly and ethereal appearance like he was with yours. if only his words, strung together carefully and ever-so-delicately so he could tie you up defenseless, worked on you. if only his cunning yellow eyes — just like the chesire cat's — enchanted you, leaving you in a trance, as your eyes did to him.

every time you were around him, his heart raced, as if it would leap out of his chest at any moment. but, unfortunately, he couldn’t say the same about you, which was a tragedy indeed.

his need for you was more than desire or a craving. it was as a human needed water. if they didn’t have it for a prolonged amount of time, they would perish.

as would he if he didn’t have you.

though, it would only be but a matter of time before he had you tied up with his strings of words too, just like he had done to everyone else. even if it meant following you everywhere you went, unbeknownst to you. perhaps one would call it stalking, but it wasn’t his fault he had such an unhealthy obsession with you.

you would be his, akin to how he was yours.

you will be his.

another click.

another photo.

another step closer to having you.

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Self aware! Aventurine who's quite pleased to see the amount of pulls you have saved for him. (Doesn't matter the amount he's just happy you're even thinking about pulling for him.)

Self aware! Aventurine who found it funny when he heard you saying his voice lines while pulling for him as a way to attract him home or something? Well it worked since he is home.

Self aware! Aventurine who decides to tease you a little and only when you hit hard pity then does he step out of that damned train.

Self aware! Aventurine who sees you give him your Gepards relics and lightcone well that's not shocking after all he was quite good at his job as one of the Strategems.

Self aware! Aventurine whose shield while in your party is stronger than you had built it and he always crits his attacks no matter how low his crit rate maybe. He doesn't want to take the risk of being removed from your party like what you did to Gepard so might as well make full use of the fact you didn't bring a healer because he could sustain your party.

Self aware! Aventurine who realizes your running low on credits from building him and a team surrounding him well don't worry as he says don't ask just spend. You'll see a sudden increase in credits in your inventory, where did they come from? Well you don't need to know but Aventurine knows where those came from. (Bros just funding your account with endless amounts of credits)

Self aware! Aventurine who really tries his hardest to come home again if you were to pull for his eidolons and his lightcone. Expect to win your 50/50s on his banner and maybe you'll get a few early's or double 5 stars.

Self aware! Aventurine who's amused when you put him in a party with Topaz and Dr Ratio. A very well thought out team for him.

Self aware! Aventurine who tries to go easy on you during his boss fght and he'll be amused if you brought himself during the fight as the sustainer on your team. You really were testing his luck in both ways this time.

Self aware! Aventurine who has mixed feelings about you. After all he didn't go through those hardships in his life just to learn it was all just a game for you to be entertained by? But maybe you weren't entertained after all he heard your cries when you played through the quest when you were getting a little emotional over a supposed fictional character. How he wishes he could break the damned screen keeping you out of his reach to wipe those tears.

Self aware! Aventurine who's currently content with being in your party and trying to keep your party alive. One day maybe one day he could get through this screen to you with his luck. So he could see who had cried for him upon learning his past.

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cat dad Jing Yuan 🥺

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wanted to draw jy training.. yea

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Have you seen the new Enstars character?

Mr. Nice arne thunder lolol

If you have, what are your thoughts? I for one think they need to go back to the drawing board with his character design and name

I haven't watched the actual live stream he was revealed in but I saw pictures of him floating around on here and can I just say that when I saw him for the first time, I didn't think he was an actual canon character?

Like, in my opinion, his design is so all over the place I can't imagine how they're going to try and give us good-looking cards of him to sell him to us somehow dndnd

Like. The colors all look so disorganized? And his suit was worse than Subaru's. I really don't understand what they were trying to do with him😭

And please don't tell me that's his actual name

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I have no words aside from AJSJSJSJJEJENENDOKSKW

This was amazing omg!! I love the way this was written!! Your writing is so.. poetic in a way? I don't know quite how to describe it but it was really nice to read

Also the symbolism of reader receiving a bird in a cage as a gift from Sunday, and how it mirrors their own current situation.

The reader frees the bird but Sunday would never do the same to us. He himself will drag us down if he has to

Also you really managed to capture how scary Sunday can be, how he threatens us without even directly saying it. How he does it with a smile on his face.

The last line gave me actual chills!! Like omg

𝐖𝐀𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.

✶ yandere! sunday x gn. reader — wc. 2.8k

summary. his complacency has its limits, and now you’ve strayed too far from your cage, head filled with fanciful dreams, casting aside the world he had built to contain you in blind reach for the skies. but as much as you may dream to fly, you are no more than icarus — he will ensure your fall, to remind you where your heart truly lies, because what are you, without your wings?

notes. i haven’t played the penacony quest yet idk how the dreamscape things work lol

“A gift for you.”

You turn your head from the window to face the owner of the voice standing in the shadow of the doorway. You’re met with a pair of golden eyes — ones you know all too well by now, a placated smile dancing across his lips, as a servant wheels in something on a covered cart.

Your own eyes follow it with a look of narrowed suspicion as it comes to a stop in front of you. “What is it?”

You’ve learnt not to accept gifts from strangers. Especially from someone like him, who parades himself as some charitable saint — you’re not the first in his line of victims to be met with that same disconcerting smile that has charmed thousands equally well with similar acts. 

No matter how much he showers you with generosity and priceless gifts, suffocating you with all he owns — you still have some sense within you to retain your wits, however faint they’ve grown with his overbearing presence slowly chipping away at you. He is no lover of yours, bearing these gifts. 

First and foremost, he is still your captor — and it is still his roof that you’re trapped beneath. 

“May I?” He indicates with his hand. 

You don’t say anything further, hardly acknowledging him. You’re tempted to turn back around and resume your daydreaming, itself the smallest of resistances you can offer amid everything he holds over you. You know it’s futile nonetheless — he doesn’t need your permission anyways, stepping into the room and striding over to you. 

Sunday approaches you slowly, footsteps silent against the carpeted floor, eyes darting between you and your unmoving position by the window. Each footfall, each breath is marked with the same wariness that flashes across your own irises. Unease roils in your gut, itself one of the few things he cannot eradicate completely, when you know of what he’s done, and what he’s capable of. 

The halo that rests atop his head gleams with an almost blinding luminescence as he steps into the light, reflected from the rays of the afternoon sun filtering through the windows. He looks almost ethereal, divine even, as if he could truly move the world with nothing but a thought — despite being the furthest from any angelic being of good. 

The notion he can, remains nonetheless. Everything that surrounds you is of his craft, his own thoughts and dreams made into this delicate cage. But he cannot move you as easily — you are not a nameless jewel among his dreamscape able to be carved and shaped to his will, yourself a figurine of glass he so desperately wants to preserve flawlessly, refusing to expose you to the elements. 

He wants to appease you, in his own strange way. And who are you to deny him in anything he does, when the world you stand upon is in his hands? 

“You didn’t appear to be very fond of the jewellery I got you last time.” Sunday starts. You flinch, as he rests his gloved hand on your shoulder, reaching around you to tug at the cloth. “I thought maybe something more familiar to you would be better received.” 

“Familiar?” You echo hoarsely, as you turn your head, forcing yourself to spare a glance at what lay beneath the now uncovered cloth. 

It’s just a cage, you realise a second later, shoulders slumping forward as you heave a sigh. It seems to be holding nothing more than what appears to be some sort of feathered bird that takes you a brief moment to recognise. 

“I remember you were telling me about them long ago.” He continues on unperturbed, gesturing to the bird that sits idly in the cage, inviting you to take a closer look. “Their melodies were quite nice.” 

“Right...” You wince at the memory. 

It’s like a distant dream to you now, one that you had wanted to forget, despite having clung to you for all your life, itself a hell comparable to this one. They had circled in the skies overhead, up and and away from it all, freer than any other within that world.

Yet now like you, it too appears to have strayed a long way from such, to be trapped in the confines of this cage. 

But they’ve had a taste of freedom. To you, it has been nothing more than a wishful dream, eyes having been set upon those same skies. Perhaps to be made of human flesh was a curse, chained down by a nightmarish world who denies such dreams. 

He had found you then. 

As to you, who hadn’t seen a world beyond these skies, trapped in a cold hellhole that housed nothing but the vain and cruel beings you cannot bring yourself to embrace — he had appeared as your saving grace. A guardian angel almost, wings of purest white flaring out behind him, and eyes of the brightest living gold that had left you transfixed as he spun such sweet promises from his lips.

It’s what he intends, to leave you clinging to his words, enraptured by his being, to take you someplace safe forever. 

Somewhere where no other hands can ever be laid upon you, nor any eyes cast upon you except his own. Because when you look at him so hopefully, as if he is truly some divine being — one that had descended from these far reaching heavens you had once looked up towards amid a starless sky, he ensures he is the only god you believe in. 

Alas, gods too could be selfish. You crave freedom amid the skies, yet he wants nothing but to cling to you, to treasure as his own, first and foremost. Insincerity frames such promises, faltering momentarily in its partial truth — yet you had taken his hand willingly that day, believing him to be your saviour from this cruel world.  

But not for the next, the one you now stand upon with him as your captor. Too late, do you realise you've merely traded one cage for another — and now you’re alone in this world. 

“I can’t accept this.” You force yourself to say, pushing his arm off you. He watches you stride back to the window, peering outside where birds of similar colour had gathered, making their way across the skies. 

You don’t spare a glance back at Sunday. A frown crosses his face at your abrupt reaction. You’re doing it again — pushing him away. He doesn’t understand why you always turn away from him, always looking upwards at something else instead, as if nothing beside you impresses you. Isn’t everything he’s done for you? 

He tries again. “Is it not to your liking? I chose the finest one out of all those ones out there. Would you prefer one of those, if that’s what it is?” 

“There’s no guarantee those ones will sing though. Of the ones caught, most didn’t make a noise.” He adds. 

You scoff then, as stating an obvious fact. “You cannot expect a caged bird to sing.” 

Perhaps he’s brought this pet in as a mockery of your own predicament, but you intend to tell him likewise. For are you too not trapped within a cage of your own? He cannot expect you to be complacent when you sit so restlessly, knowing freedom lies in sight, itself a reflection in your eyes, whilst the rest of your body is chained, tethered by his sole fixation.

“But a caged bird is at the mercy of its master is it not?” He hums, yet it’s devoid of the previous pleasantry in his voice as he steps up next to you.  

Your eyes slide to the side. You don’t say anything, carefully weighing your words as he rests his hand atop your own.

“If it does not wish to sing, there are other ways to make it do so. Perhaps it will respond kindly to some encouragement and reward, it is the most favourable way after all.” 

He pauses, and you feel his grip tighten ever so slightly. 

“Yet if all else fails, I suppose more ah, drastic measures can be taken. Don’t you agree Y/N?” He tilts his head innocently in your direction, as you stare back at him blankly. 

“I-” You swallow thickly. “There’s no need to resort to such means.” 

“Hm. I hope not either.” He flashes you a knowing look. “It would be a real shame to see.” 

Sure it would, you think dejectedly in your head. It proves nothing more than the fact he is willing to harm anything that threatens to break from his control, to challenge his absolute authority over this place. You’ve seen through his subterfuges of pretending to be some divine being one owes their reverence to. 

He’s making little effort to hide it now after all. 

“Anyways,” he sighs, before you can form a coherent response to his chilling words, the grip on your hand loosening. “I shall bother you no longer. I have other important things to attend to. I bid you a good day.”

“Enjoy your gift.” Sunday smiles, bending down to brush his lips against the back of your hand, before sauntering out of the room. 

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You wait for the door to click shut before you loose a breath, wiping the back of your hand with a handkerchief with palpable disgust. It’s slimy, almost comparable to a snake even. You throw it aside without a second thought, slowly walking over to the cage that had been sitting here the entire time, careful not to startle the bird inside. 

It truly is a magnificent bird, one of the most beautiful you’ve ever seen — and truly, it doesn’t deserve to languish in such a cage forever, while the rest of its kind soar freely in the skies outside. Unlike your own circumstances, their master is merciful. 

You throw open the window, closing your eyes in a contented sigh as you feel a soft breeze rush in for a brief moment. It’s the most you can ever enjoy, as you look down at the levels below you, and then the objects in the room before you. He’s been careful with his gifts, there’s no rope, nor anything that can aid an escape, having filled it with nothing but pointless vanity. 

Turning your attention back to the matter at hand, you find the key lying on a folded cloth next to the cage, carved of pure gold, but the detail is dismissed in your eyes, jamming it into the lock and twisting it open. 

It opens with a click, swinging out, and before you even have time to think about it, much less regret the consequences of your decision — it bursts from the cage in a flurry of golden feathers and a derisive chirp, darting straight for the window, into the open air, towards its freedom. 

You watch as it flies off in a streak of gold into the sunset with a sad smile — unaware of a pair of similarly coloured eyes also intently watching its path across the skies from elsewhere. 

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For you dreamt you were the one flying, soaring against the endless expanse of the sky, as the world below seemed to shrink into infinitesimal nothingness. And how you marvelled at that feeling, of freedom and joyous harmony, as you rose in this long reminisced ascent, following the paths of the same birds whom you had once watched from afar.

As these wings you flew upon, they were truly magnificent. Beneath the light of day, they reflected silvery hues and the outline of the stars itself, as if it had captured the essence of the universe within a singular canvas of white. 

You could almost laugh, rising past the clouds, away from the one who had attempted to keep you trapped in the world below. The heavens were in your sights, and the desire to go further almost as blinding as its highest point, of planetary bodies suspended amidst the stars, its beauty drawing you ever so closer.  

But in a world of dreams, he wishes you would dream otherwise, standing in witness to your thoughts that have never lingered upon him, brushing past in reach for a distant wish he has denied you time and time again. He’ll endeavour to stop you each time — for you’ll leave him otherwise. 

As one had reached towards that beyond, they had forgotten all that was once behind them, having paid no mind to the angered retribution flying their way — only having sought to look forward, to bask in the light of ephemeral glory and blissful freedom. 

Pray, has one heard the story of dear Icarus?

Laughter that was not yours echoed within your mind, as if whoever knew something you didn’t — the only warning you had gotten as the world turned dark, and fire had arced through you, eliciting a pained scream from your lips. 

Because you had indeed forgotten, blinded by the stars in your eyes, that you truly held no freedom when all that surrounds you is nothing more than a dream. Just as quickly, do such wings of feathered gold suspended by a thousand winds, turn to the failings of wax, when met with the hand of the one who had weaved such dreams. 

He stands there, the mocking voice in your head, molten wax dripping from his hands to announce how one’s sojourn would inevitably come to an end, whilst the wings upon his own back remain ones of arcing magnificence, his existence blinding in the rays of the sun, worthy of a being whom guards the gates of this heavenly realm. 

Yet there’s nothing but the cruel smile that paints his lips, aureate eyes gleaming viciously in light of his true nature. 

“No.” You breathe, eyes widening. 

You reach a hand out to grab onto him, but he eludes your grasp. He’s the last thing you see, amid the tangle of limbs against wings that are now burning, melting and riddled with deformities as you had then plummeted, a spiralling descent — the heavens you had reached for, in plea of a saviour, growing further and further out of your reach. 

Even the birds have scattered, leaving you in fear. For there was nothing else to feel but the rushing of wind in your ears, and the strange heaviness within your limbs, as if they too had been reduced to resignation, dragging you down, the clouds, the sky blurring around you. 

Another bout of laughter rings through the air, before fading to a strange quietness — away from dreams of eternal flight across the skies, and back to the cage in which you had first witnessed the world. 

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You jerk awake, gasping for air. 

“Oh gods… no… it was just a dream.” You mutter to yourself as you push aside the strands of hair that stick to your forehead, blinking the spots out of your eyes as the morning light pours into the room. 

It’s strangely stuffy, someone had come in to wrap you in extra blankets, leaving behind a smell of sweat and some heavy metallic scent you can almost taste on your tongue. A shudder runs through you at the thought of who that could be, immediately throwing the covers off yourself. 

It’s just a dream.

Yet you can still feel the ghost of his grip on your arm as you cross the room, past where the cage had sat several hours earlier — it seems to grow tighter with each step closer, reaching up, tightening around your chest as you force yourself to exhale. There’s no birds outside to your surprise, staring through the glass at the orange streaked skies of the morning. 

You reach to open the window anyways, hand half suspended in the air — that’s when you notice something golden in the corner of your vision. 

You immediately regret looking down at the windowsill in the next second. 

You scream. 

You slap your hand over your mouth immediately, head snapping around — turning away. A strangled retching sound escapes you, your stomach sinking as you force yourself to look up once more.  

It’s just a dream.

Trembling, you turn your head back slowly around, gulping in a deep breath, as if to push down the rising bile in your throat at the sight before you, and the tears that have begun to prick at the corner of your eyes, as you bring yourself to take a proper look. 

It’s just a dream.

This is no dream.

There’s no mistaking that golden plumage, whose feathers are splayed before you, its ends blackened and smoking, severed from the main body in crude disfigurement, crimson blood trickling from flesh wounds that expose pearly white bone. 

It had flown only yesterday, yet now it will never fly again, as your eyes travel over the remains of its body, twisted and broken — and irrevocably dead. 

There’s nothing else but a crinkled note pinned to its side. 

A carefully worded threat: 

It should’ve sung when it still could. 

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Midori Takamine broke into my house, stole all my valuables, insulted my family and hit me with a steel chair. (Midori FS2 unbloomed animation has killed me.)

The unholy noises that I made when I saw that was. Loud. Very loud. He's so cute. So, so cute!! And finally! We get to see the inside of their shop! It's looks so cozy and their fruits and veggies are so affordable?! Shut up and take my money. Literally. Midori, my dias are yours, just come home.

Also felt the changing interests fr ✋😔. I've been into NU: Carnival lately (OF ALL THINGS!), and D4DJ while I was out of Enstars. I think the new characters would probably hook me back into Enstars. Probably.

-midori enjoyer

Yeah, I just saw the unbloomed on my time line, he looks very cute!! Happy for you that your fav finally got his FS2! I hope he won't actually come and steal your wallet and all your valuables sjsje

And yeah, it usually happens to me every few months where I get *really* into something new, look up art and fanfic all the time, seem to think about it every living moment. And then suddenly, it all just seems to fade away just like that and suddenly I'm indifferent to it again. And it sucks so bad to feel yourself slowly care less about something you were so passionate about 😭

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I just read a really old reblog you made about how you sometimes block people who like your stuff but are empty blogs and I just got done liking a bunch of your reblogs, pls don’t block me😭

Don't worry, I don't really bother with that anymore most of the time (aside from blogs that have the default profile pic, no description and no reblogs) because I just don't really have the time or motivation to anymore. I can't really force people into supporting me or my works like that.

It's just the undeniable truth that most don't care about the authors of these stories and I can't change that. Blocking these people doesn't really help me in any way, so the only consequence is just me writing really infrequently because of a loss of motivation

So really, thanks to all the people that reblog and leave lovely comments or tags anyway, you really make posting my stuff here worthwhile! 💕

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my friend got me into In Stars and Time, (time loop RPG which is FANTASTIC) and oops hyperfixation happened

Ooh nice! I actually hadn't heard of this game before this ask but when I looked it up, it looked really interesting! The art looks very cool!

Did you just curse me with putting another game on my enormous backlog I-have-to-play-this-soon backlog? 😭

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Oooh I loved reading this, Nana!! I think you were really accurate with how the twst characters would be like as yanderes and how dangerous they would be overall.

I also just really love the way you write yanderes, I love them attention-craving and clingy and you always deliver on that 🥺 I love the emphasis of them wanting to impress us and wanting our praise above all else. I love how delusional some of them are <3

I can't even imagine how long this must have taken you (4k words???) but thank you so much for writing this, it was really good!! 🥺💕

how dangerous the twst cast is as yanderes

content warnings: this is yandere stuff so plenty of relationships and mindsets of questionable healthiness. reader implied to be yuu. mentions of murder and violence (nothing explicit/graphic, but frequent. mostly not aimed at reader). most are pretty ambiguous wrt being romantic or platonic (though it’s assumed they have an at least somewhat close relationship with you). i don’t think there’s any explicit spoilers but this was written with mostly-up-to-date knowledge so maybe beware if you really want to avoid any spoilers

whole main cast is included, under the cut for length (near 4k words)! if you read ortho's section as incestuous or romantic in any other way i will shoot a laser beam at you.

fairly harmless overall ▸ i actually normally wouldn't put them together, but in either case i can't see either of the adeuce duo being too dangerous to others. yeah, they might beat someone up for getting too close to you or hurting you, but i really really can't see either of them going much farther. deuce in particular used to be a delinquent, and he does sometimes slip back into that mindset, and he does know how to beat someone up well… but he's a good boy now. your good boy. even in his delinquent phase he would've never actually killed someone, and the idea horrifies him a little too much to ever seriously consider. ace has a bit less restraint, but also a lot less experience. what he lacks in experience he does more than make up for in wit and quick learning, but… while the thought does cross his mind occasionally, he wouldn't be able to stomach actually killing someone either. he'll beat someone up if they hurt you or you ask him to though. unlike deuce, he'll probably brag about it to you if he knows your reaction would be positive.

▸ don’t you worry! your cay-kun would never kill someone! in fact, cater is very unlikely to get violent at all. when he gets jealous (which happens pretty often), he turns that bitterness inside. what do they have that he doesn’t? do you like quieter guys? is he too obsessed with magicam? do you not like the way he doesn’t let you in unless you push, because he’s too afraid you won’t like what you find and leave? is he not affectionate enough? do you not like his hair? it doesn’t matter what it is about him that you don’t like, about others that you do like. he’ll fix the problem; he’ll fix himself. he’s already used to putting on acts around others—this isn’t that different. even if it’s not him you like at this point, as long as he can stay by your side, it’ll be fine. there’s a desperate edge to his actions that’s hard to spot, but once you have is impossible to unsee. as long as you continue liking him, he’ll throw away who he is—just. don’t throw him aside once you’re bored of him, okay? keep him around forever. please. ▸ jack is another that’s fairly harmless. it’s in his nature to be overprotective, and he doesn’t see much wrong with that, but he has no issue with your friends and he’s pretty reasonable at telling apart actual threats from things like jokes. he’s much like your guard dog… or maybe he’s more like guard puppy, with the way you doubt he’d ever actually hurt anyone despite his big stature. he’s embarrassed when you tell him this, but the wagging of his tail gives away just how much he likes knowing you’re okay with—even like—his constant presence. he’s not… completely against going behind your back when someone is actually about to hurt you to deal with he issue, though. just… just occasionally, when it’s really necessary. he won’t make a habit of it. he just… doesn’t want you to see him like that. he’d never want to scare you. that’s all.

a bit less harmless but not by (too) much ▸ riddle is good and well behaved and refuses to resort to something as drastic as violence or murder, or at least he’s trying very hard to convince himself so. he’s definitely somewhat tyrannical to everyone around you even after he mellows out after his overblot, and he has no hesitation in punishing those who hurt or displease you, especially his own dormmates. even once both of you graduate, this habit of his never quite vanishes. he gets a little frantic if you show disapproval of his actions though, especially if you seem scared of him. he’s desperate to prove that he’s good and loves you and would never hurt you, and if that means toning down his ardour, he’ll try his best. the stress of possibly losing you just makes him all the more overbearing to everyone around him. he’s trying his best for you though, so… don’t you love him as much as he loves you? won’t you turns your eyes back to him and only him? ▸ kalim would never kill someone! nor would he have someone be killed. but his family's wealth and influence extends far, and anyone seeking to hurt you (or him through you) would be a fool to think otherwise. he'd never kill someone, but making sure they end up rotting in prison for the rest of their life is just doing the right thing! he might be a little blinded by his panic, sure, but— they tried to hurt you! if he's really jealous (something that doesn't happen often—he only has eyes for you, after all, so he tends to not think too much about others), it's not hard to just have them transfer. or be fired. or something. he won't tell you outright, but if you ask he sees no point in hiding it from you. if you don't react well, he gets a little frantic and insists that he really really really wouldn't ever go farther than that…! probably. ▸ epel getting into yet another fistfight for you is something you’ve grown unfortunately used to. you’re frankly convinced he outright wants you to see at this point, maybe in some misconceived idea it’ll make you think he’s tough, with the way he runs up to you like a puppy expecting praise afterwards. he’ll be torn if you fuss over him afterwards—on one hand, he wants you to think he’s tough and your coddling doesn’t really give the impression that you understand that, but it feels really, really nice when your attention is focused on only him. but as unrestrained as epel is, he’s not particularly dangerous. if you seem really put off by his actions, he might even rein it in a little (vil is glad for your cooperation, even if that wasn’t your intention). he’s more preoccupied with earning your attention and approval than he is with stuff like keeping other suitors away from you. ▸ i just think it’d be really funny if despite everything about him, rook is one of the most harmless. he’s the type of yandere to have a shrine (it’s not in his closet because he has no shame) and have his room covered in notes about you but who’d never actually kill someone. he’s also… the type who enjoys and loves everything about you. to rook, the journey is more important than the destination, and that includes you. the you on your own, the you around your friends (not that they’ll stick around too much once they notice rook), and the you around him are all different and equally worth loving. he’s not exactly shy about his stalking either, but once you get used to his constant presence, it doesn’t really get worse. maybe a little more intense, but not worse. he’s fine with pretty much any way you want to treat him, too—whether you treat him like a beloved pet or a plaything or act like you don’t know or notice him, he’ll love you all the same. forever.

holds themselves back… but not because of ethics ▸ when trey thinks about the future he wants with you, he allows himself to imagine what it would be like to be so wholly engrossed in each other that everything else might as well not exist. unfortunately, the two of you live in real life and not in a fairy tale, so he’s settled for the idea of eventually settling down and growing old with you. it’s… not entirely ethics that holds him back. he’s aware that most of the urges he gets when he sees you around others or when he sees you get hurt in someway are immoral, and he reigns himself in. aside from some people in your life suddenly finding it odd how the ever dependable senior suddenly doesn’t seem to like them much and has been giving them the cold shoulder, most people are very unlikely to realise there’s anything off about trey… including you. just let him be your normal (if fairly fussy) boyfriend, okay? and if he occasionally slips a bit of a sleeping potion into your food and masks the taste with his unique magic so you end up staying the night just so he can spend a little more time with you… that can be his little secret. ▸ it's definitely not ethics that holds ruggie back, but it would be a serious problem if he gets caught killing someone. or even just gets particularly violent with someone else. he'd do it in a heartbeat, especially for you (especially if you asked him), don't get him wrong, but, well— if he goes to jail, he's fucking his family over. if he goes to jail, he won't be able to provide for you in the future—or have any sort of relationship with you. his resolve might waver if you were to actually ask, but even then he’s determined to stick to actions he can reasonably get away with. it's not uncommon for him to use laugh with me to embarrass any guys he thinks are getting too close to you though, and it's not too hard to be discreet with his unique magic when someone really deserves to fall face down a flight of stairs. or three. oopsie. odd they don't remember it, huh? well, he had nothing to do with that. ▸ jamil is a bit more restrained. murder is fine (it’s definitely not his first resort, but it’s there as an option if he really needs it—he did kind of try to kill five people, even if it was during his overblot), but using snake whisper is just so much more convenient… most of the time. due to his position as a servant of kalim, he has to carefully consider any actions he takes unless he wants there to be dire consequences for his family. unfortunately for him, this means he can’t just beat up anyone getting too close to you no matter how much he may feel like it. his unique magic does work well for him here though—and he’s not opposed to using more force if there’s a good reason (like impressing you and getting complimented by y—ehem. making sure your bullies won’t bother you again). the one person he’d rather not use his unique magic on is you. what he likes so much about you is that you’re choosing him of your own volition, and that’s worth more than any force could get him.

not the worst, but… ▸ azul tries really, really hard to keep everything he does behind your back, well. behind your back. he doesn't usually get his own hands dirty, but it would be a serious problem if you found out about the students he's been tricking into unfair contracts just because he got jealous. and it'd be one thing if it ended there, but more than that… if anyone hurts you, the tweels haven't amassed a certain reputation for nothing. if azul’s this fond of you, there’s a very high chance they’re familiar with you as well—and even if they weren’t, azul being jealous enough to send them after people that aren’t even remotely threatening your relationship is amusing enough for them to comply. he won’t go too far though, no matter how envious he may get. ruining someone’s reputation, having the twins beat them up or tricking them into unfair deals is one thing, but even someone like azul wouldn’t resort to cold-blooded murder. ▸ remember when vil, pretty lucid, tried to poison neige? yeah. with his unique magic and social standing, it would be really easy to get rid of anyone causing you issues. of course, with you being aware of his unique magic, he’d have to be careful to make sure you don’t realise, so it’s something he’d reserve for only actual emergencies. it’s also a lot easier to abuse his influence and fame to keep others away from you, whether it’s by threatening them himself or getting others to do his dirty work for him. when it comes to you and keeping your attention on him, he finds it much more rewarding to keep working on himself to meet your standards and doting on you even much than he already does. keep your eyes on him and only on him, won’t you? he’ll make it worth your while. ▸ idia, as a yandere, is incredibly desperate. he’s already perfectly content (well, not perfectly, but content enough) to just watch you through his screen and maybe chat with you online (with your anonymous pal who you definitely don’t know irl, of course), so if he gets lucky enough to be with you for real, there’s very little he won’t be willing to do to ensure it stays that way. in practice this means trying to appeal to you more than anything else; if you seem even the slightest bit unhappy with him, he’s desperately trying to fix it immediately. do you think he’s too offputting? he’ll cover his mouth and hair and— are you mad because he tried to convince you to ditch your friends and just stay with him again? he’s sorry! he doesn’t have an excuse, he’s just scared that you’ll realise you could do so much better and don’t like him that much after all. sometimes he thinks about how he definitely has the resources for more forceful and permanent measures, but then you smile at him, or tell him his smile is pretty, or run your fingers through his hair, or laugh at a comment he made and his mind goes blank and gives him a 404 error. there’s no way he could ever give that up just for some measly certainty… though the same can’t be said for those who he gets too jealous of or those who hurt you. not that you need to know that.

not needlessly violent ▸ sebek is… very enthusiastic about the things he dedicates himself to. this includes you. if you thought his devotion to malleus was excessive, it’s even worse when it comes to you. while he has no personal issues with fighting if it means protecting you (whether that protecting includes only actual threats is debatable), he takes pride in his position as malleus’ retainer. this means that no matter how he feels, he has to consider how his actions would make briar valley and his lord look. he also doesn’t really get jealous. instead (and this is almost worse), he has his own idea of how everyone else should treat you and he does get aggressive with others if he doesn’t think they’re treating you right. you deserve a heavy amount of respect and he finds it very aggravating when others don’t give you that (see: treat you like a regular person). he’s not subtle either—if anything, going behind your back on this would go against his values. he wants to be useful to you!!! he wants you to know how much he cares and how you’re superior and the one with all the power in this relationship!!! the good thing is he listens to everything to ask of him, no matter how ridiculous he finds you insisting you prefer being treated casually by your friends and peers. ▸ silver, while less outwardly enthusiastic, is no less devoted. he doesn’t really get jealous (there’s a dull ache in his chest when he sees you with others and thinks about the possibility of someone being more important to you than you are to him, but that’s not jealousy, right?), and he’s fairly realistic about what counts as a threat to you and what doesn’t. the problem is that as soon as something crosses that threshold, he’s drawing his wand (or baton. or sword. he’s trained and prepared with all three). it’s almost scarier than if he were enjoying it, because you have absolutely no clue how far he’s willing to go for your safety—or if he even has any limits when it comes to you. he has a rather twisted view on relationships, and that extends to you. you’ve been so kind and accommodating and caring, and he needs to repay you for that. he’s insistent on serving you, because his entire self worth (and by extension any care you’ve gracefully granted him) relies on being useful. also doesn’t really see himself as your proper equal, though he’s less aware of this compared to sebek, and also listens well to just about anything you ask of him. if it’s for you, he’d do anything. ▸ you have a very different definition of "not needlessly violent" than lilia, but it’s at least true he doesn’t go around picking fights. he's not bothered at all by baby chicks clinging too close to you. if anything, he might pop into the conversation and agree with them—you are great and wonderful and adorable and so much more! it makes the conversation kind of awkward, and whoever you were talking to might not seek you out as much afterwards, but beyond teasing you there's never any indication that he goes any further. of course, violence is something he’s been very accustomed to over his long life, so when someone actually hurts you he has no issue with getting the message across in a more… drastic way. as soon as he's done, he's right back to coddling you. they won't be repeating the same mistake again, so don't worry too much about it and stick close to him from now on, okay?

very needlessly violent ▸ violent probably isn’t the best way to describe leona, but he doesn’t hold back when it comes to you. what, you think he’s just going to sit back and let you go? you’re the best thing that’s happened to him, like hell he’s going to not put in the proper effort in keeping you. …even if you’re not sure if you entirely agree with the sentiment. he gets jealous very often, so it’s common to see him glowering and scaring off anyone he deems too close to you. there’s no need to go further when he knows they’ll leave you both alone afterwards, but the threat only works as well as it does because he has both the magical prowess and social influence to make good on his promises. he’ll insist he doesn’t see them as threats so much as pests hanging around and leeching off of you, but there’s some part of him deep down that’s scared you’ll decide you like someone else better after all. he’s not sure he could take even you leaving him. any actual danger to you is also dealt with quickly, and while he doesn’t want to threaten you into it, you won’t have an easy time abandoning him even if you try. you were the one who wormed your way into his life—you don’t get to leave now. ▸ yeah. lol. the tweels are very, very needlessly violent. perhaps not the most Dangerous in the grand scale, but almost definitely some of the most unpleasant. for their victims, at any rate—though they do occasionally (or not so occasionally) nearly give you a heart attack. they’d never seriously harm you though… probably. or actually kill anyone. right…? floyd tends to be the most immediately dangerous. he’s quick to turn to violence (and to get a little too into it) when you’re involved, even more than usual. someone’s bothering you? someone’s getting a bit too close to you in his opinion? you just want him to? you’re not paying enough attention to him and he knows this’ll get your focus back on him, where it should be? :) he’s not too hard to pacify, at least when it’s you offering to let him rest on your lap or offering to spend the whole day with him. jade is usually clocked as less dangerous than floyd, but. well. you know that line he says when he ruminates on how he’d react if betrayed? yeah. unlike floyd, who’s very open about his misdeeds, you’re not actually sure what jade does behind your back. you don’t want to know. the way some people in your life pale and flee at the sight of you, the way you don’t see some of them again at all, and the way jade smiles when this happens tells you all you need to know. what would happen if you betrayed him? fufu, you’d never do that so there’s no need to worry about it. ▸ didn't he attempt to blow up the school once… 💀 yeah, as cute as ortho is he's not exactly built with too many stop guards. the good news is he's easy to dissuade! the bad news is he's also very quick to escalate to really ridiculous levels. you're his older sibling, it's only natural he'd want to protect you! are you sure you don't need him to blow them up? chances are the threat alone worked well enough to deter anyone from messing with you again. you might want to have a conversation with idia about limiting some of ortho's abilities though because his enthusiasm… is a little very concerning… he does get a little jealous occasionally, but it's much easier to insert himself in the conversation and steal your attention that way. isn't your little brother cute? won't you focus some more on him? please?

▸ malleus is… malleus. violence isn’t his first resort, largely because it just… doesn’t need to be. he’s one of the five most powerful mages in the entire world. that title alone is enough to scare off anyone who’d mean to hurt you or is getting too close to you, so he rarely has to intervene in the first place. he also doesn’t mind you having other friends (though he does get lonely in your absence… make sure to make it up to him afterwards), so he really only steps in when you’re in danger. he’s not particularly worried about getting caught by you, because he’s so out of touch that it doesn’t occur to him that you may not appreciate him turning anyone who hurt you into ashes. if anything, he enjoys showing off how capable of keeping you safe he is. he’s defending you, who he cares about most in the world; why would that upset you? if you try to spin it as being worried about him getting into trouble for killing someone, he’ll be very pleased you’re worried about him instead. the only thing that would crack his calm attitude is any sort of reminder that he will long, long outlive you… but it’s best not to dwell on that. fret not, he won’t ever let you go.

[yandere-daze]

you’re cool as fuck + your meat is huge

[yandere-daze]

I would like everyone to know that it was this particular post that got me into star rail

*taps mic*

Would.