"What a sick little head, your love always turns into obsession."
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Welcome lambs, to my dark & twisted mind.
You may call me "Casey" but "sir" is preferred. If you came across this blog, you're either a psychopath or like the idea of having one stalking you. Maybe both.
This is a sideblog which exists first and foremost to keep NSFW stuff separate from my main. I post yandere/horror/18+ content. If you're uncomfortable with any of these, feel free to block me.
I'm twenty-seven y/o, demi-heterosexual and extremely monogamous. Not taken at the moment but I have an obsessive crush on the cutest rotten angel. My favourite things in life include video games, horror movies & <3-shaped bruises.
Ask-game for the most curious lambs. Just send me the prompt and I will answer.
Credits: @notmadewithlove
(this will be updated from time to time. Last: 05/26)
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Inbox and DM's are always open, play nice.
#spill your guts‧₊˚✃𓄧₊˚⊹ ➢ answered asks
#blood sacrifice‧₊˚🜏⁶⁶⁶₊˚⊹ ➢ horror/gore/dark
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#offer thy flesh‧₊˚⚤⛓₊˚⊹ ➢ explicit content
#dearest beloved‧₊˚ﾒ૦ﾒ૦₊˚⊹. ➢ for her eyes only
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I wouldn't say it was something that big to justify saying "risk everything". She gets insecure very fast and I unintentionally made her feel like I didn't care, so I tried to take responsibility and prove that I DO CARE.
TLDR: drove to her house, which I knew beforehand through stalking research, and left her her favorite flowers at the entryway while she slept. Then sent her a picture, so she'd know they're from me.
This started out as a way for me to vent my thoughts without overwhelming my darling directly. Apparently a lot of people like my deranged mind. Today I might have risked something with her and it didn't work out the way I hoped... Still, I absolutely adore her, but even my delusions have limits and sadly she made it very clear that there's no hope for me. Going back to crying myself to sleep now, good night.
Always down to romanticize obsessive love, but can we talk for a second about how miserable it actually is. You're mostly waiting for their replies, waiting for them to make time, waiting for their love for hours, days, years. And if it doesn't come? You're still there, waiting.
amandla