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To My Cute Canvas

Hey, Darling.

How're you? I haven't seen you around lately. I've been working on some new designs that'd look hypnotizing on you. I think I have a nice one to go right on your collar. That delicious space between your neck and shoulders. While I'd love to litter it with kisses, I feel your beautiful skin makes for an immaculate canvas. And it'd be wasteful to keep it plain.

Speaking of new designs, I've got a new deck of cards. The designs were made by me and inspired by your current tattoos. I think you'd like them. I've been dying to use them, but no one's as good as you at card games. I'd love to place some bets, too. Maybe with your lips on the line? I promise I'd never go easy on you.

Anyway, why haven't you come by the parlor? Having trouble deciding on your next tattoo? You know you can leave it to me. Have my artistic choices ever let you down? The only time I'd ever let you down is to lower you onto my face. I'd love to see your face painted with euphoria as your beautiful hair frames your face like a halo. I'd love to let you ride my face into the sunset. And you'd better sit. None of that hovering stuff. Don't make me grab your hips and hold you down so I can thoroughly enjoy my meal. Or is that what you want?

Ha! I'm just kidding. You know that, right? I can't and would never try to control you. You aren't my property or anyone else's. You and I are on even footing. And if anyone even thinks they're good enough to stand here, I'll be sure to show them their place. It may get messy, so I'd prefer you not see it. You can just rest at home with your adorable four legged companions. 

You know, others might not believe me, but I've always found rats to be cuter than any dog. So, it'd be cruel to leave them behind when I come to take you home.

Speaking of, I almost have everything set up and ready for you. I can't let you suffer in that sad excuse of a living space. My home has much more room for you. I know you're going to love it. 

As much as I'd like to continue writing to you, I have an appointment to prep for. But no worries. I'll see you soon, Sweetie.

Your loyal tattoo artist,

Kohaku

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The Musician

Name: Tatsui Asahi

Age: 23

Race: Human

Pronouns: He/Him

Personality: A confident and well spoken singer that has made a name for himself for moving songs dedicated to an unknown muse

Backstory: The oldest of three, Asahi was expected to achieve success in a more technical field, such as pharmaceuticals. However, Asahi had a deep passion for music and singing. At first, his parents accepted it as just a hobby, but after seeing him become more serious, they placed more pressure on him to focus on his studies. This had the opposite effect and after he became an adult, he left home to pursue his own dreams. While working part-time jobs, he wrote and posted songs online. He gained quite a bit of traction, leading to his present success.

Type of Yandere: Observing (Every sight inspires my next note.)

How he feels about you: You have been his inspiration for quite some time. And you may not even realize it. He just seems like any other musician, just looking for inspiration where he could. When he found you, he was about to found a religion in your name just to write and sing hymns to broadcast his praises.

Buuuuuuuuut that takes too long to do, so he writes songs with you and his feelings for you as his muses for his record label. He considers you to be the reason for his success, so he desperately wants to return the favor tenfold. He may not say your name in his songs (at the pleads of his producer), but when you hear his songs, don’t you feel that connection?

That special something?

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Intro

Hi hi. I'm Ellinore, any pronouns. I'm twenty-three and I identify as chaos.

In short, this is my side-blog for yandere and other dark content for ocs. I've been inspired by other oc yandeere blogs. I also created a handful of yandere ocs of my own that I don't use very often, but I love nonetheless. So, I'm giving them a home here.

Truth be told, I don't really have any solid plans for the future. But think some basic rules need to be said now.

This is a 18+ blog. MINORS DNI. All minor and ageless blogs will be blocked!

As for those of age, I write some dark and unsettling content here. If that isn't your cup of tea, by all means, just ignore me. Any specific warnings will be put at the beginning of the posts, but I may accidentally forget. Otherwise, there is just a blanket warning of yandere content and things of that nature.

I do take requests and asks. My inbox is open.

This is mot at the moment, but I do plan on writing smut in the future, but nothing involving scat, watersports, or vomiting. So, please do not send any requests to involve this content.

Any for of bigotry (racism, homophobic, transphobia, antisemitism, etc.) won't be tolerated and blocked immediately. If I receive a request for something like comfort to someone suffering from that hate, I might do it. But neither me nor my character will have any prejudice.

By default, my readers are gender neutral and use they them pronouns. If there is a request for otherwise, I'll cross that bridge when I get there.

That's everything! I hope you enjoy my ocs. <3

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My Cutest Puppy

(NSFW. MINORS DNI)

Puppy!

How have you been? Good, I hope. I haven't seen you around as much. I was super excited to show you some cute matching accessories, but you're never around any more. Do you know how sad that makes me?

Well, I'm not crying. But I'm still unhappy! You are one of MY puppies. There may be others, but YOU are my prized puppy. You're supposed to be here when I say so. Who made you so disobedient? I've done nothing but treat you well and buy you things that look cute on you. I even bought you a new collar and leash. They'll look absolutely delicious on you. I was going to get a regular one, but with your recent misbehavior, I had to send it back and get a shock collar version. Look how much money you made me spend. You're lucky I adore you so much, or I'd make you pay me back with interest!

You can pay be back in other ways outside of financially. You just need to make me happy. I'd love to run my fingers through your hair. Maybe you should strip for me. Show me the bites and scratches I last left on you. Just so everyone knows you aren't some stray.

Speaking of, I need to make some new ones, don't I? They looked a little to faded last time. You aren't putting on make up to cover them, are you? You better not. I will be so so so unhappy with you. Bad puppies need to be disciplined so they don't repeat behaviors. Tying you up, a toy stuck to your most sensitive parts, just high enough to make you lose your mind, but never enough to push you over that edge. Or maybe I should spank you. Simple, but effective.

If I do that, I would damaged your soft skin. But it'd be for the best. You need to learn your lesson, Puppy.

I'm come by tomorrow evening. Behave until then.

You loving owner,

Valentino

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To My Darling Muse

(NSFW. MINORS DNI)

My Muse,

How have you been? Are you okay? I haven't see you along your usually walking routes. I've longed to see you again. I was so close to finishing my latest ballad for you. But it's almost as if you disappeared. Do you understand how you've swayed my heart so? How can I focus on writing a single note without you nearby to harmonize my very soul with?

Muse, has someone said something to you? They must have. Why else would my beloved muse become so elusive? How can I serenade you from so far away? You used to be soothed by them so well, yes?

Late into night, deep in slumber, you'd be caressed by my hands and voice as I lulled you into an even deeper sleep. You were always so warm and peaceful. But you haven't been so, as of recent. If not, those cursed mongrels' filthy whispers must be plaguing your mind. How troublesome.

I should properly remove them from your mind. What better was than to remove them from this plane of being? Some things are better out of sight, out of mind.

You must be stressed from all this nonsense. Would you like me to soothe you, my Muse? I have been told I am quite skilled with my hands. You could thoroughly enjoy yourself as I glide a blade along your soft thighs, wide gorgeous eyes watch with anticipation, or maybe rolled back in ecstasy. I bet you'd make the most harmonious of moans, my cute little whore. Tied up in delicious ropes and dripping with wax, blood, and essence. What a sight. Something I could write hymns about.

Actually, rather than removing those pests from you, I should take you away from those pests. Bring you home with me, where I can praise and degrade your body in whispers and hear you sing my name in return. Every day or as often as you wish, I will sing the right song for you.

Oh, have no worries. My occupation pays more than enough. I was never much of a starving artist. Of course, I will bring along all your fur and feathered covered companions. I am not so cruel as to leave them behind. And I can finally bring you home, to a real home. Not a tiny apartment that barely has a separate bathroom. You deserve so much more than that.

I will come for you soon, my Muse.

Your songster,

Asahi

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The Loan Shark

Lorenzo Diaz

♡ Morning, Lovely ♡

“Hope you slept well.”

“…something wrong? Say good morning. You know, it’s rude to not greet your house spouse good morning. Especially after that person made you a delicious, well-rounded breakfast.”

“…huh? Who am I? How sleepy are you? It’s me, Lorenzo. Though, I really wish you’d call me Zo.”

That’s right! Be polite to your m̶a̶n̶i̶p̶u̶l̶a̶t̶e̶ m̶a̶n̶s̶p̶l̶a̶i̶n̶ malewife Lorenzo. Just because he’s more lenient with his darling than others doesn’t mean his tolerance is limitless. He worked hard picking out your clothes and making you breakfast. A small thank you would suffice.

He takes time out of his schedule to make you getting ready for your day easier. He still needs to be ready to do his own job. But he loves you so much, he wants to make sure you’re ready. He doesn’t do this for anyone else, so you really should be appreciative. His fashion sense is impeccable, too. So, you’ll always be the best dressed at work. Would you like his help styling your hair (or wig)? He always knows how to frame your face perfectly! He always does a great job. Don’t you want to praise him?

Breakfast is hot and ready! Won’t you sit down and eat with him? He’s going to have a long day without you. Making boring calls to people whose voices aren’t nearly as melodious as yours. Handling monotonous paperwork that lacks any semblance of you. Not being able to cook for or cuddle with you during breaks. Not being able to leave little kisses all over your face. He’ll have to suffer for hours by himself. So, the least you’ll do is eat the breakfast he made for you, right? You’ll thank him, right?

Time for work? He can drive you! You can spend more time together on the ride there. You'll tell him your schedule on the way, won't you? He just wants to know when your lunch break is so he can call you! Your voice is the perfect pick-me-up during a long shift.

What do you mean he can't call you during lunch?

You're going to have lunch with a co-worker?

Who? What's their name? How old are they? Where are you going to eat? Are they your senior or junior? What do they look like? Why haven't you mentioned them before? How do you know you can trust them? What if the food they choose makes you sick? This is a bad idea. You should just eat the lunch he packed for you. You know how hard he worked on it. Do you want his hard work to go to waste? You're not that heartless, right?

Where does he work? Don't you remember? He's a branch manager at that bank downtown. What bank? Geez, are you still half asleep? What does he do? Oh, it's just boring things. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. You'll fall back asleep if he gives that long explanation.

Huh? What? He isn't dismissing you. It just isn't a very interesting thing to talk about. You have better things to think about. Like what you want for dinner. Do you want French or Thai?